#sorry this took so long nick. i started feeling really not good and i am not very good...ooouughhh

[amsznn]

Hey can you do one where the reader has a crush on Matt.She is very much giving heart eyes and tries to do anything to make him happy.Matt being oblivious complains to his brother about it.Nick and Chris smack some sense into him saying how lucky he is to have someone like us care about him.Matt disagrees and the reader hears this causing her to stop not wanting to make him uncomfortable.Matt misses the way things use to be and gets jealous when learning the reader is going out on a date.At the end they have an argument and he tells her how he really feels.Lots of angst in the beginning fluff towards the end please!!

OVERBEARING - m. sturniolo

warnings: slight cursing, angst at start, fluff at the end

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you couldn’t deny it anymore. and you dont think it went unnoticed either.

the lingering gazes, to the more than normal laughter at his jokes, or the constant acts of service. how you were willing to do anything for him. just him.

matthew sturniolo.

you thought your constant need to be near him was just you wanting to be better friends. that was until your feelings started growing stronger.

“y/n, helloo.”

you brought your attention to the voice you found yourself loving so much.

“sorry, what?”

“i asked if you could pass the remote.” matt repeated while settling down beside you on the couch. you nodded and reached over to grab the remote to hand it to him. it was around 1 AM, and it was just the two of you. nick and chris had went to their rooms while you and matt decided to watch a movie.

“want me to get you a blanket?” you whispered as matt stared at the screen to the opening of the movie.

“no, im good.” matt says. you nodded and turned your head towards the movie. about five minutes or so passed when you asked another question.

“hungry?”

“nope.” matt responds, adding a ‘pop’ to the p to exaggerate his response. you mumbled an ‘okay’. a few beats of silence passed before once again, you asked.

“are you sure-”

“y/n, please m’ just trying to watch the movie in peace.” matt sighed. he was getting frustrated by the second. after a long day of filming with his relatively loud brothers, the only sounds he wanted to hear were the actors on the tv.

but this was only one example of your persistence. you were always clung to matt’s side. following him like a lost puppy at all times.

always there to cook him up a meal after his long day, willing to do any of his chores that he just didn’t feel like doing, even soothing him to sleep on those tough nights where everything went blank.

nick would sometimes make fun of matt. it almost seemed like you were his mother with the way you acted. but thats not what you were trying to come off as. you simply just had a lot of love for the boy that you weren’t really ready to confess yet.

but for matt? he didn’t see your clinginess as a good thing, in fact he began to hate it once nick pointed it out.

on one particular day matt decided to bring it up to his brothers while they were in nick’s room.

“i just don’t get it, like she’s just always there.” matt says while pacing around the room.

“is that a bad thing?” nick asks while organizing the clothes in his closet.

“i mean it wouldn’t be if she didn’t act like im some sort of child.” matt sighed while plopping down at the edge of the bed.

“i dunno, i’d love to have someone like y/n. she literally does everything for you bro.” chris laughs while slightly nudging matt.

“yeah..” nick yells from his closet. “don’t know why you’re bitchin’ bout it she’s literally helps you with like…” nick took a pause to think. “everything!”

matt scoffs before shaking his head. “yeah well it’s nice before it gets fucking unbearable.”

unbeknownst to matt, you could hear this whole conversation. you had came to drop off some food for the triplets, and since you had an extra key you went straight in. now you would’ve made yourself known until you realized you were the topic of their conversation.

to say you were hurt from matts words was an understatement. you quickly rushed out of the house, tears streaming down your face recounting every scenario where you were overbearing.

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hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. matt hadn’t heard from you in a while. he expected to wake up to your daily morning texts, but nothing. after he shrugged that off he expected you to come over like you usually did. but once again, you didn’t.

he found himself longing for your presence more than he ever did.

you both went no contact until you came over, seeking nicks assistance since you had a date that night in hopes that your little crush on matt would subside.

you had went the whole time without speaking to the brunette. opting for a simple ‘hey’. matt was confused. why were you suddenly so distant? sure he wanted space at times but this is not what he had in mind.

matt finally snapped when you attempted rushing out their house, bidding matt goodbye with a meek ‘see ya’.

matt rose from his spot on the catch before making his way towards you. “are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna keep avoiding me?” matt said while crossing his arms on his chest.

you could only roll your eyes before slipping your shoes on. “i dont know what you’re talking about, but i have to go.” you spat harshly before spinning on your heel.

“woah, what’s up with you?” matt yelled, shocked at your sudden anger towards him. he pulled you back by your wrist so you could face him.

“y’know if you found me ‘overbearing’ you could’ve just told me.”

thats when everything came back to matt. instant regret washed over him as he gazed upon your solemn expression. the same eyes that used to hold so much adoration for him now hollow.

“i’m so sorry y/n. i know theres no excuse to what i said but i was just being stupid.” matt sighed while running a hand down his face. “you’re far from overbearing, in fact i...i really miss you.”

“really?” you mumbled while your facial expression softened. matt nodded before embracing you in a tight hug to which you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his waist. your date long forgotten.

“you’re amazing the way you are, and im sorry if i made it seem any other way.”

you smiled at matts words before leaning up to look at him. “just tell me next time, okay?” matt smiled and lightly pecked the side of your temple. happy to have finally gotten you back.

the version of you he loved.

and the version of you he would always cherish.

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A/N: sorry this should’ve came out yesterday but i had to study for an exam. i have also been experiencing writers block but i have a new matt series in mind so stay on the look out for that!

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@junnniiieee07 @tillies33ssss @whore4matt @stellarsturns @summerl986 @inveigledvex @beccaluvschris @stingerayyy2 @bunnysturns @braindead4l @vickyzloserz @sturnzsblog

[patscorner]

FAMILY DINNER PART 4 (FINALE)

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, narcissistic dad, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, mentions of ed(NO DETAIL), lmk if I missed something

wc: 3.5k

a/n: so sorry this one took so long. I've been swamped with schoolwork and writers block. here's the long-awaited finale. feel free to leave ur thoughts in my inbox

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You turn around at the voice, as you recognize it, but can’t put your finger on it. You turn around to look at Nick, whose head is also turned to look in the direction of the voice. “Who’s that?” Nick asked, letting you go and moving so you could see the figure clearly.

You don’t recognize the person at first, but based on his familiar figure and his almost distinguishable voice, the dots connect in a moment's time.

You gasp, your hands covering your mouth as your heart jumps in your chest. Your eyes meet the familiar eyes of your older brother, Cam. He looks much different from the last time you saw him, his ginger hair grown past his ears, and he’s started growing a beard.

You don’t say a word before walking up to him. You reach up and touch his face to make sure he’s real, and you're not seeing things; something you wouldn’t put past yourself, as this entire night seems like some long, tragic, nightmare.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers, pulling you into a much needed warm embrace. You bury your head in the crook of his neck as tears, ones that you thought you’d run out of, fall from your eyes and onto his shirt. “Missed you, too.” Your voice comes out muffled by his shirt.

You pull away and look at the stain on his shirt. “Oops.” You say, smiling, remembering how Cam used to complain about the tear stains on his shirt when you were younger, but you both knew it never really bothered him too much. “Damn it. It’s been like 20 seconds, and you’ve already got my shirt wet. Like you're doing it on purpose at this point.” he laughs. You slap his chest and laugh lightly.

The laughing dies down and you guys are met with awkward silence. “So, what the fuck happened around here?” he asked, breaking the silence. You look at him sadly, before your eyes drop to your shoes. “Oh, you know, just a good ole family dinner.” You glance up at Cam, whose lip curls upwards for a second, before dropping. “What happened?” he asked, softer this time, looking for more of an answer.

“Dad met my boyfriend.” You say. “I sent yo-” you cut yourself off as your eyes widened. “Wait, why’d you come, you never come.” You haven’t seen your brother in more than 5 years, and all the sudden he randomly shows up to a family dinner? You’ve sent him countless invites to the family gatherings, all were left unanswered.

“Well, I couldn’t miss another boyfriend meeting. Not after the last one. Plus, I didn’t get an invite last year or the year before, so I was really confused. I thought you guys finally realized how nothing ever changes.” His voice was calm, like it usually was, even when talking about something so emotional. You nodded, eyes lighting up once again, as you remember Nick is standing behind you. “That reminds me. Nick! Come here!” You raise your voice slightly at Nick, who is no more than ten feet away on his phone, probably texting Marylou and Jimmy about their situation.

Nick turns around and smiles, making his way to you both. “This is Chris’s brother, Nick. Nick, this is my older brother, Cam.” The men exchange greetings and Cam turns to you. “Where is your boyfriend, anyway?”

“Currently? Probably getting processed into the county jail.” Nick speaks bluntly. You and Cam look over at him, Cam more shocked than I am. “Seriously?” Cam’s eyes shoot to yours. You nod. “Holy, fuck, this is worse than last time.” he rubs his head, as you nod once again.

“What happened last time?” Nick asks, looking between you and Cam. Cam shakes his head, “Story for another time, but let’s just say he did not stay for dessert.” You laugh at the reference, shaking your head at the memory. Nick rolls his eyes. “How are we gonna get my brother out of jail?” he reminds you.

You sigh, “I don’t know if we can. Where the fuck are we gonna get sixty grand? I-I mean, we could make a go fund me, I’m certain your fans would be more than willing…” You truly have no other ideas, and as much as you didn’t want to use their fans for money, you were desperate. You could see Nick hesitate at the idea, knowing his PR team was gonna have a field day.

“Let me help.” Cam offers, shrugging it off. You and Nick both look at him. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” You say, shaking your head.

“You didn’t ask, I offered.” he shrugged again. “Let me help.” he repeated, this time more sternly, as if every other suggestion was out of the question. You look at Nick who raises his eyebrows. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Nick responds, quickly embracing Cam.

Cam’s eyes widened, hesitating for a moment before hugging him back. You smile, knowing Cam was never the type to enjoy hugs or any sort of physical touch. “Alright, alright, if you hug me any tighter, you’ll pop my lungs.” he strained out.

Nick pulled away, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry.” He nervously shoved his hands in his pocket. You chuckle at Nick’s actions, before embracing Cam as well, yours a lot more heartfelt. “I’m so happy you’re back.” you mumble into his shoulder. He squeezes you tighter. “Happy to be back.”

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Cam now sat on the couch, checkbook open. You’d told your siblings he was back, and tears were shed. You had no idea where your mom was, nor did you care. She and your father were the least of your concerns, you just wanted your boyfriend. Even though it’s only been a couple hours, you were so worried about Chris.

You knew how much he liked to talk, and that scared the fuck outta you, but Matt assured you he knew how to shut the fuck up when he absolutely needed. If it came to his or his family’s safety, Chris would never speak again.

“Okay, okay, so I can get 2000 dollars from Mom and Dad, out of their retirement fund.” Nick spoke out, typing quickly on his phone. He had convinced Cam not to pay for it all because it was his brother, not Cam’s. Cam reluctantly agreed. Cam nodded at Nick’s words.

“I can give you guys 52 grand, I just won’t be able to get starbucks in the morning anymore.” He shrugged. You had learned that Cam was the CEO of a very prestigious clothing company, ‘Cam’s Clothing’, (very creative), which is where he got all this money from. “So with 52 grand, Peter’s grand, my two grand, and Nick’s 2 grand, it’s only 57,000 dollars.” You sigh.

“Yeah, but the officer only said it was an estimate. It may not be that much.” Matt chimed in, rubbing Maya’s back. She had refused to go upstairs again, and opted for sleeping on Matt’s lap. He didn’t mind, and you were too tired to fight it. Plus, you understood, Matt had been the closest thing to a father figure tonight, and Maya needed that.

The rest of the night consisted of you being held by Cam as he told you, your siblings, and Nick and Matt, stories about his life since he’d been gone. You were so happy he was back, and you let him distract you and your family from the tasks that were to come.

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The next week was spent sitting down with Chris’s lawyer, the triplets PR team, figuring out how to get him out of jail, and how to do so quietly. None of you cared if the internet knew, it was moreso the onslaught of opinions that would pop up from people who had no fucking idea what was going on. It’s been a week, and none of the triplets had posted anything, except for Nick posting on the group account that something came up and there wouldn’t be a video for a while.

And that alone was enough to send the fans into a spiral. All hell broke loose as theories and conspiracies flew towards the Sturniolos left and right. Some say Matt was sent to a mental institution, that one of the triplets was dying, that Chris and you broke up. It was chaos, causing you and the triplets to delete social media. You’d all be back, but you were already stressed as is, and you didn’t need to add dumbass rumors to the mix.

Tensions had already boiled over, when you went off on Matt because he blamed you for Chris going to jail in the first place.

“I can’t fucking believe your father put my brother in jail.” Matt scoffed. You both had been going back and forth playfully, until you made a joke Matt didn’t like, causing him to overstep. It had been a long day, as he hadn’t been sleeping and social media was getting in his head. You were just as stressed as Matt so of course the argument escalated.

“That’s got nothing to do with me, Matt! I told you all what was going to happen if we went! And if I remember correctly, youall said it was going to be fine! This isn’t fucking on me.” You spit out. You were glad your younger siblings weren’t home. They didn’t need to hate Matt, because you didn’t even if you were arguing with him.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know your bitchass dad was going to try and kill him?! This isn’t on anyone but you and your fucked up family!” he shouts. At that moment, you were also glad Peter and Cam weren’t home, because if they were, there would be a Sturniolo in the hospital, and a couple more charges on Peter.

“Matthew Bernard! What the fuck is your problem?!” Nick scolded. He’d been watching the argument unfold, not wanting to intervene, although now he wished he had. “Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Nick shouted at Matt, who looked at his shoes. You felt the hot tears roll down your face as you stared at Matt.

Your heart stung at his words, sure, but you always had a way of understanding when any of the triplets were overwhelmed. So, instead of shouting back at him, you walked up to him and took him into a tight embrace. He immediately broke down in your arms, his tears staining your shirt. His knees went weak and you slowly lowered both of you to the ground. Nick joined you shortly after, and the three of you spent the rest of that night crying in each other's arms.

So it’s safe to say social media had to go. That was a no brainer. So all of you deleted the apps, making sure the accounts stayed.

Now if someone were to ask you how you were doing, you would burst into tears. You missed your boyfriend and you worried about him constantly. Despite having talked to him everyday through the jail phone, updating him on progress, and him assuring you he was fine, you couldn’t help but hold the heavy weight of anxiety on your chest.

Your nails were bitten down to the nub from the chewing and you had rashes on your arms from scratching your skin as you thought about your boyfriend. Nick had to talk you out of driving to the jailhouse and demanding them to release your boyfriend, and Matt had to calm you down from multiple panic attacks you had just doing things that reminded you of him.

But finally, the day had come. Your dad and Chris in the courtroom, both in orange jumpers and handcuffs on their wrists, your dads arms behind his back, your boyfriends in front of him. Chris looked exhausted, and you assumed it’s because he never slept well by himself. His hair was unkempt and his stubble had started growing in, due to him not being able to shave. His bruises had mostly healed, except for the cut above his eyebrow you must’ve missed when he was in the cop car.

Your dad on the other hand, had 2 officers on each side of him, and his face was fucked up. He had a bruise along his jaw, along with a black eye and a bloody nose. You almost feel bad, but then remember he’s the whole reason you’re in this mess.

There’s no jury, so it’s just you, Nick, Matt, Cam, and Peter sitting in the courtroom. When Chris locks eyes with you, his face lights up and his eyes immediately fill with tears. Not only has he missed you, but he’s missed his brothers, his freedom, and his privacy.

The trial goes smoothly, the judge asks your dad to stop talking twice. Other than that, the trial continued without issues, both lawyers articulating their words carefully for the best outcome for their clients. The judge did not seem to bite the bait your dad’s lawyer laid out, seeing right through the fancy words to distract him from what was truly being implied.

You could tell by the way he looked unimpressed at your dad, even more so when he found out about his not so pretty criminal history. However, when it came down to it, Chris attacked him, despite the valid reasoning. The judge did recognize Chris’s clean record, not even having a parking ticket, which isn’t surprising considering the man didn’t have his license. Chris and his lawyer had their story down to a tee, while your dad and his lawyer struggled to cover up the holes forming in their version.

The judge noticed, of course, and he didn’t let them get away with it either. After what felt like years, the judge came to a conclusion.

“In the case of David, you’ll be sentenced to 3 years in the county penitentiary, with bail being posted at eighty-five thou-”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! He hit me! Why the fuck would I go to prison?!” Your dad cuts him off, ignoring his lawyer’s pleas. He had stood up, causing the officers around him to be on high alert.

“Sir, stop talking. If you find it hard to do so, you will be removed from the courtroom.” the judge deadpanned. Your dad grumbled under his breath before sitting back down reluctantly.

“Thank you.” he clears his throat. “Where was I-? Oh, okay. Bail will be posted at eighty five thousand dollars, with a year and a half of probation.” he sighs as he directs his attention to Chris.

“In the case of Chris, you will not have to go to prison.” You let out a deep breath you didn’t even know you were holding, clinging to Nick’s side, squeezing his bicep in anticipation. “However.”

Your heart dropped.

“You will be on probation for six months, because you did assault an officer. I understand you have two places of residence, so you can choose what state you’d like to be as you will not be able to leave.

The judge stacked his papers up before looking at the plaintiff. “Get him in a transport van. And get Mr. Sturniolo out of those handcuffs.” The plaintiff nods as he starts towards Chris. The judge smacked the gavel on the table.

“Case dismissed.”

You stand at the stove, stirring the steaming pot of spaghetti, humming to Right Here by Chase Atlantic. It’s been a month since Chris and your dad’s trial, and things have been… rocky to say the least. After getting a mouthful from your mother, she left the house without telling anyone her destination. You figured she just left to cool off, as she had before, but after a day, you began growing worried.

The second your call went to voicemail for the 45th time, you decided to file a missing persons report. Of course, they claimed they couldn’t do anything, especially after you slipped up and told them it’s happened before, they no longer took you seriously, despite you informing them that it’s never lasted this long before.

That following weeks, you decided that she probably wasn’t coming back, so you got temporary custody of your younger siblings. That’s the reason you're still in your hometown, cooking dinner for 9. You knew the boys would be hungry when they got back from James’s football game, and since they had already got takeout twice that week, you told Matt to just bring them home.

Jules and Maya went to a friend's house for a playdate, although Julia insisted it was a hangout. So that left you at home alone, which you didn’t mind considering you live with 9 people temporarily. But your peace is interrupted by the door unlocking, followed by lots of yelling.

You roll your eyes and turn your music off, as you know you won’t be able to hear it anyway. James is the first up the stairs with a giant smile on his face, running up to you. “I won the first game! I got the winning touchdown, and even though some bitch fucked up my shoulder, I was able to catch the ball!”

Your eyes widen as you look at Nick. “Why the fuck is my brother swearing like a sailor?!” You exclaim. “You told me you’d watch your mouth.” You point at Nick after turning the heat down on the stove.

“Why’d you assume it was me?! Matt spends more time with him!?” Nick raised his hands in defense. “Matt knows how to watch his mouth, unlike you!” you laugh.

“She’s got a point.” Matt spoke. Nick rolls his eyes and James looks at you with giant puppy eyes. “What?”

“I scored the winning touchdown!” he announced. You laughed, and engulfed him in a big hug, grimacing at his sweaty body. “Congratulations, kid. I’m proud of you. Now go shower, you stink.” you say pulling away.

“Thank you.” he looked up at you before sprinting up the stairs. You smile as you direct your attention to the rest of the boys that had walked in. Cam, Peter, and Nick got comfy on the couch, while Matt made his way to his room.

You smile at the last standing brunette, your beautiful boyfriend, taking his shoes off. “Hi, baby.” he says as he approaches you, resting his hands around your waist. You nuzzle your head into his chest, humming as you breathe in his scent. Ever since Chris got back, you’d be clinging to him like a koala.

“What’re you making?” he asks softly, guiding you both to the stove, curiously peering into the pot. “Chicken alfredo.” you reply, taking the boiling water off the hot eye. Noticing the sudden silence, you turn around to see all eyes on you.

“What?” you question, looking down at yourself, checking that you didn’t spill anything on your clothes. When you find nothing, you look back up. “What?” you repeat.

“Chris if you don’t fucking marry her, I will.” Nick finally says, causing Cam to laugh. You smile as you look at Chris, who practically has hearts in eyes. “Nah, bro, she’s all mine.” he smiles, approaching you and cupping your jaw with both hands, before kissing you passionately. You hesitate out of shock, before melting into the kiss.

You swear you could feel every word Chris wanted to say, in that one moment. You could feel every word of admiration, every word laced with love, all communicated to you through one kiss.

“Alright, alright, get a room.” Peter grimaces, turning back to the TV.

Chris pulls away, rolling his eyes. “With pleasure.” he said, grabbing your hand, pulling you behind him as he started towards the stairs.

“Ew!” Nick exclaimed.

“I should’ve shut my mouth.” Peter laughs, shaking his head. “Use protection!” Cam called after you, causing you to laugh out loud.

“Chris, what about dinner?” you ask as he tugs you up the stairs into the guest bedroom where you and him reside. “They can get takeout.” he muttered, closing the door as he pulled you into another loving kiss. You roll your eyes but sigh into the kiss anyway.

He leads you to the bed, pushing you down so he can hover over you. “You’re so fucking pretty.” he whispers before wrapping his lips around your neck. You whine as he sucks the spot on your neck.

“Chris..”

“Hm.”

“I love you.” He pulls away, placing a kiss on your lips. “I love you so much more, sweetheart.” he whispers as he rubs circles on your hips with his right hand. “Now, stay still.”

You latch your lips onto his, continuing the passionate make out Chris had started downstairs. His tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you open your mouth a little, as a battle for dominance ensues. You lose, as usual.

You both are interrupted by your phone buzzing, and you pull away as Chris whines. “Baby…”

“I know, hang on.” You open your phone and see a message from Cam.

|‘Dont be silly, wrap the willy’|

|‘No but fr, that mf better pull out, theres already to many kids’|

You laugh and show Chris the phone, and he smiles before rolling his eyes playfully. “Fine, now can we continue?”

You smile. “Yes, sir.” kissing Chris as he groans.

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[secret-sturniolo]

stay - chris sturniolo

summary - based on the prompt "stay with me tonight, please." where chris comforts y/n after she gets hate

warnings - hate comments, lil angsty

a/n - this one is kinda short but i like it so hopefully you guys do too

why is y/n here again?

i get the feeling y/n is using the triplets for clout

i thought we made it clear nobody likes y/n

lmao y/n really thinks she has a chance with chris who's gonna tell her

The comments came flooding in on the new car video the triplets posted, where I joined them as a special guest. It wasn't the first time I had gotten hate for being friends with them, but usually I was able to ignore it as there wasn't very much of it. But this time, I couldn't just ignore it when the majority of the comments were mean ones about me. Overwhelmed with sadness and anxiety, I stood up from the couch as I announced that I was going to head back to my place.

"Are you sure? Is everything okay?" Nick asked me.

"Yeah, I just don't feel good all of a sudden." I replied.

Nick and Chris shared a glance before looking back at me.

"I can get Matt to drive you home if you want?" Chris asked me.

"No, no, don't worry about it. I'll text you guys later, okay?"

I made my way out the door and into my car. I waited until I had pulled out of the driveway, but then the tears started rolling down my cheeks. Am I really that bad? I thought. It was only about a five minute drive back to my apartment thankfully. Ignoring the smeared makeup I could see in the mirror, I went straight to my bedroom and laid down, staring at the ceiling. I tried not to, but I picked up my phone and started reading more of the hateful comments directed at me. My promise to text the boys when I had gotten home was long forgotten as the sadness took hold of me, and I fell asleep, tired from crying.

Chris's POV

I thought it was strange how y/n suddenly decided to leave. It was very unlike her, and she didn't even give a good reason, simply saying she didn't feel good. I tried not to worry about her too much, but as time went on I just couldn't shake the feeling.

Our new video had been up for a while now, so Matt, Nick and I decided to check YouTube to see how it was doing and if people liked it. Right off the bat, we could see that it already had more views than we normally get, which at first glance seemed like a good thing. I watched as Nick's eyes widened at the computer screen, mouth hanging open. I grabbed the laptop to see for myself what made him so shocked. Scrolling through the comments, almost every one was about y/n. My expression quickly changed to match Nick's as I read through them.

"Dude, do you see these? They're all about y/n, and they're terrible!" I said, showing Matt the screen.

it's so obvious that she likes chris. im embarrassed for her

do people actually like y/n?

why would they hang out with a girl like y/n? shes not even that pretty

My heart dropped as I finally realized why y/n "wasn't feeling good".

"Matt, you have to drive me to y/n's place, right now." I said urgently.

Matt seemed to understand instantly. "Okay, I'll go start the car."

When we got to her apartment, I told Matt he could go back home and I would call him if I needed a ride. I grabbed the spare key from my pocket as I unlocked her door. There was no sign of y/n in the kitchen or living room, so I made my way to her bedroom. I softly knocked on the door, but there was no answer, so I slowly opened it. My heart broke when I saw her curled up on top of her covers, dried mascara on her white pillows. Without even thinking, I moved to her bed, and gently laid down next to her, pulling her into my chest.

Y/n's POV

I felt someone wrap their arms around me, and for a moment it startled me as I opened my eyes, but when I realized who it was, I snuggled deeper into his chest as I began crying again.

"Shh, it's okay. I got you." he said gently.

We just laid like that, with my head in his chest until finally he spoke again.

"I'm so sorry I didn't realize sooner."

"Am I really that bad, Chris?" I asked, sniffling.

"Absolutely not, y/n. Those people are just morons who aren't happy with themselves so they like to pick on other people. I know they upset you, but that's exactly what they wanted to happen. You can't give them what they want."

I let his words sink in for a moment. "So you read the comments?"

"Yeah, and they're wrong by the way, about everything." he said, looking into my eyes.

I realized what he was saying, but I was too tired to bring it up right now.

"Stay with me tonight, please?" I asked him.

"Of course. Let's get you under the blankets though, it's getting cold."

I giggled as he lifted me up to pull the blankets out from under me. I rolled over, and he pulled my back into his chest, as we matched each other's breathing. I sighed contently as he gently played with my hair sending tingles down my spine.

Just as I was falling asleep, I felt his breath as he whispered against my neck.

"I love you, y/n"

[andvys]

We'll burn the sky | part one

Warnings: none yet, this is just the beginning guys, band au

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader

Summary: You pay corroded coffin a visit and some tension between you and the front man arises.

Word count: 4.1K

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Read the teaser first; here

Chapter one

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You had mixed feelings about Eddie’s offer to join his band. A band that had already existed for so long. They are close, they already formed bonds a long time ago, joining them now feels like you are invading something.

Though, Eddie said that the guys would welcome you with open arms. And they already did, the night at the bar. Eddie convinced you to come back to his table, he introduced you to his friends and bandmates, who seemed to be very excited to meet you. All greeting you with big smiles. You and your friends ended up spending the night with them- which they seemed very happy about.

You didn’t really end up talking about music– at least not with the rest of the guys since they took more interest in your friends, which left you and Eddie, who you ended up in heated conversations with. He was fun to be around and he made you laugh a lot but he also kept on trying to convince you to come see them play again.

Two days later, he called you and invited you to come watch their band practice. You were skeptical about it but your friends convinced you, telling you that it’s stupid to pass on an opportunity like that. 

So here you are now, getting out of your car, you slam the door shut, pushing your sunglasses down your nose, you look around. Eddie’s van is in the driveway and you can already hear the sound of a guitar playing, along with the drums. The house isn’t big or luxurious in any way but it’s cute, plants and palm trees surround it.

The sun is beating down on your skin, already making you feel hot and sweaty even though it’s only 10 am. 

“There you are.”

You turn around to find Eddie walking up the driveway, two iced coffees in his hands. He is wearing black jeans and a belt with handcuffs on the front, a muscle shirt– that you can tell was self made, the sleeves were definitely cut off, sun glasses perched low on his nose, his hair falling down his shoulders– he looks good. 

“Hey,” you smile as you push your sunglasses up into your hair. 

Eddie smiles, eyes moving down to your bare legs, if he didn’t see the hem of your skirt beneath the big shirt, he would think that you forgot to put your pants on. He averts his eyes from you, looking at your car instead, “your car?” he asks, pointing to the black Camaro. 

You nod, smiling as you put your hand on the hood, “yup, she’s a beauty, isn’t she?” 

Eddie takes his sunglasses off and looks at you, smirking. 

She is. 

“Definitely,” he chuckles, “what’s her name?” he jokes, not expecting you to actually have a name for your car. 

“Stevie,” you grin, “you know, like Stevie Nicks?” 

Eddie chuckles, raising his brows, “of course,” he says, “that’s what I call my friend, Steve.” 

“Oh? If he is half as gorgeous as her, then I’d love to meet him,” you joke, crossing your arms over your chest with a smirk on your face. 

A laugh leaves his lips, “sorry, you won’t be meeting him any time soon.” 

“Why not?” 

“Well, he lives in Hawkins, Indiana,” he mumbles, offering you one of the coffees, “I didn’t know what you like so I just got you my usual order.” 

You raise your brows in surprise, “oh– that's nice, thank you,” you smile, taking it from his hand, you ignore the way it felt to touch his hand. 

“You’re welcome,” he smiles as he motions for you to follow him. 

“Hawkins, that’s your home?” you ask, looking at him in curiosity. 

“Uh–” he starts, scratching the back of his neck, “that’s where I’m from but it was never home to me, I don’t think I’ve found my home yet actually, you know?”

You nod, staring at him, “I get that.” 

He turns to look at you, furrowing his brows as he stares into your eyes, “yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, looking into his dark eyes as you wrap your lips around the straw trying the drink he got you.

For a brief second, he lets his eyes wander. Staring at your lips and then into your eyes before he finally tears his gaze away from you. He can’t look at you, at least not in that way. 

“Mmm,” you hum, “vanilla?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Huh,” you tilt your head and eye him up and down, “didn’t take you for a vanilla kind of guy,” you say before you walk away from him, following the sound of the music. 

Eddie stares at the back of your head with a dumbfounded expression on his face, heart jumping in his chest and cheeks growing red. What did you just say to him? 

He shakes his head, sighing. 

You halt in your tracks when you find the others practicing in the garage. A smile appears on your face. Gareth is playing the drums as the others play guitar and bass.

Eddie stops next to you, clearing his throat, he looks down at you with a smile on his face, “sounds good, doesn't it?” 

You shrug, looking up at him with a smirk on your face, “good but not great,” you say. 

The smile falls from his face and he furrows his brows, “you’re mean.” 

“Just saying the truth,” you shrug as you take a sip from your coffee, “you know… better give your everything today, Eddie.” 

The offer was to watch them practice, see if you can get a feel for their music before you decide anything. You heard Eddie’s voice before– it’s beautiful but you don’t know if it would go well with yours and if you can even imagine yourself to be in this band. 

“Oh, I will,” he smirks as he leans towards you a little, “you’re gonna be begging on your knees for me to take you in.” 

You raise your brows and chuckle, “last time I checked, you were the one begging me to come here so..” you trail off, “why don’t you show me what you got, pretty boy?” 

He gulps at the nickname, blushing under your gaze. 

“You already watched us,” he points out. 

“Yeah, well– not the whole concert, I got kinda bored,” you smirk, tilting your head. 

He gasps, putting a hand over his heart, “ouch, you’re cold, firefly.” 

You draw back, scrunching your face up in confusion, “firefly?” 

He chuckles, “you glow in the dark, like a firefly,” he shrugs, “especially on stage.” 

You can’t help but smile at his words before you laugh, “it’s only because of my glowing boots.” 

Eddie looks down at your shoes, “really? They can glow?” he asks, smirking, “I want some too then.” 

“They were made just for me,” you joke, flipping your hair back. 

His eyes flash with something as he looks back into your eyes. 

Neither of you noticed that the band stopped playing and took more interest in your conversation. Jeff turns around to look at Gareth, smirking at him as they communicate with their eyes. 

“Hey, y/n!” Johnny waves at you, interrupting your moment with Eddie. 

You tear your eyes away from the man in front of you and turn to look at the boys, flashing them all a smile, “hey boys.” 

“Well, rock on then, Munson.” 

“Alright,” he grins.

Putting his hand on your back, he leads you into the garage, gesturing to the large armchair by the wall. You flash him a smile as you throw your purse on the chair and take a seat.

He puts his coffee down and places his sunglasses on the table, reaching for the notebook, he hands it to you, “this has all the song texts in it, you can go through them while we uh–” he pauses, gesturing the boys, “do our thing and uh if you got something you wanna add or change, just let us know.” 

You nod, “okay!” 

“Okay..” he mumbles, taking a moment to look at you as you eye the cover of his notebook. Your fingers trace the Hellfire logo, curiosity flashes in your eyes. 

“Eddie,” Gareth calls out to him, “your sweetheart is waiting.” 

You look up to see Gareth holding Eddie’s guitar, chuckling, you shake your head, “your sweetheart, huh?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, “you call your car Stevie, don’t judge me.” 

“Stevie?” Jeff asks. 

“Yeah, like Stevie Nicks,” you and Eddie say at the same time, chuckling when your eyes meet. 

“Oh,” Gareth says, tilting his head, “you know, we aren’t like Fleetwood Mac, right?” 

“Not yet,” you smirk. 

They all give you disapproving looks and shake their heads at you. 

You lean back and cross your leg over the other, ignoring the way they all stare at your bare legs, you look out for a moment, admiring the way the sun shines down on the palm trees. 

Eddie speaks your name and gives you a nervous look, “you know, we aren’t like.. soft rock or alternative or something.” 

You look back up at him, “Fleetwood Mac’s genre is rock,” you frown as you open his notebook, reading the title of the first song, “but that sounds pretty soft to me,” you say, pointing to it, ‘Holder of my heart’.

“I–”

“Relax,” you snort, “just start already will ya?” 

He blinks and stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes, “y-yeah.. right.” 

-

While you didn't pay attention to the first time you watched them play, you had the time and the chance to now and unfortunately, they need improvement, a lot of it. They go well together as a band, everyone is in tune, the harmony is there but something isn’t right.

Eddie’s voice is amazing and you can tell that he put a lot of passion into the song texts– but something about them doesn’t sound very genuine. Like the classic rockstar, he sings about sex, drugs and love but the love in his texts isn’t convincing, it doesn’t sound real. 

You pace back and forth, staring down at the text in his notebook as you listen to them play. 

They don't knock you off your feet, at least not yet.

A layer of sweat coats Eddie’s forehead, his bangs stick to his sweaty skin, it’s hot outside. 

They have been playing for the past two hours and Eddie already begins to grow frustrated, you don’t look convinced or like you enjoy their music. The frown on your face is constant, so far. He is familiar with that expression, it’s one he sees on Sam’s face all the time, it’s the kind that tells him what you think; ‘You are good but not good enough.’ Words he has heard way too many times in his life.

You keep interrupting them too, always complaining about something and it pisses him off- he doesn't regret inviting you, not yet, at least.

You wave at them to stop and when they do, you take your sweet time, staying silent as you go over the text one more time. 

Eddie puts his guitar down, panting as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. He reaches for the water bottle on the floor.

Gareth puts his drumsticks down and huffs, getting up to stretch, he sighs nervously when he sees you giving them a skeptic look. He shares nervous looks with Jeff and Johnny.

“Uh– listen, you are good but I don’t feel it,” you shrug, throwing your arms up a little. 

All the boys sigh, they have heard that before. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, “yeah, we’ve heard that before.” 

“Your producer– what’s his name?” 

“Sam,” Jeff answers. 

A knowing look crosses your eyes but none of them seem to notice. You nod, “okay, Sam. I get why he thinks it’s not good enough. The passion, the love, the rage is missing,” you say, flipping through the pages to look for a certain song, “like this,” you point to the title as you walk closer to Eddie, “I mean clearly this is about a girl, right?” you ask, looking around. 

They all nod at your words. 

“Right,” you sigh, “but the song text just doesn’t sound like a song you would write about a girl you’re in love with, I mean, no offense but this sounds more like a song, you would write about a fucking cat or something because this? This isn’t love. The song sounds half hearted just like the song text and when something is half hearted, it’s just shit, I’m sorry guys but this is bad.” 

The silence is loud. 

While Gareth seems to enjoy your little outburst, Jeff avoids eye contact with you. Johnny strums the guitar and Eddie looks like he is about to flip out on you. His face is red, eyes filled with sudden anger as he breathes heavily. 

You look him in the eyes, “that’s why Sam doesn’t like it, you don’t do half things in the music industry. You gotta put your whole heart into this, your soul. If you need a muse– at least get yourself a good one, one that inspires you, not whoever this girl was,” you say with wide eyes as you point to his notebook, “because she won’t get you an album or a tour.” 

Of course you know that you have insulted his work but you don't know that you also insulted his girl.

Gareth chuckles at your words, “harsh but I agree.” 

“Thanks,” you grin, he nods at you with a smile on his face. 

You can already tell that you will get along with him. 

Tilting your head, you look back at Eddie who looks even angrier than before. You don’t know why but seeing him so mad, brings you a weird sense of joy, you managed to get under his skin with just a few words. 

“I mean,” Jeff mumbles, “she’s right, Eddie.” 

Johnny nods in agreement, “yeah.”

Eddie raises his brows, glaring at his friends. Traitors. All this time, they didn't see anything wrong with his song texts and now they all suddenly hate them.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. Eddie clears his throat and you almost expect him to start yelling at you but instead, he places his hands on his hips and nods, “well, that’s why you’re here, y/n,” he says, giving you a forced smile, “I’m open to change the song texts.” 

You laugh, staring at him, amused.

“Really? I thought you wanted me to sing your songs, not change them or make them better.” 

He huffs, looking away, he closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.

“Well,” he mumbles, looking back at you with angry eyes, “you seem to know your way around this since you got so much to say about the bad writing so, will you help me rewrite them?” 

“I’m not a writer,” you lie.

The frustration is so clear in his eyes, the rage is just radiating off of him. He is mad, you can tell that he is but there is also insecurity lingering in his eyes– the fear of not being good enough, you know this feeling all too well. 

You take pity on him, sighing, you flip one of the other pages open, “i don’t like the way you sing this song but it’s easily fixable, you just gotta change a little something about the lyrics and uh–” you pause, looking up at them, you scratch the back of your neck as you look at Eddie’s guitar, contemplating asking him if you could play it– no, he is mad enough already. You look at Jeff, giving him a sweet smile, “can I borrow your guitar?” 

“Yeah sure.” 

He walks towards you as he moves the strap over his head, holding the guitar out for you, he gives you a smile as you thank him. You place the notebook on the armchair and put the strap around your shoulder, holding the guitar against your body, you pluck the strings, trying to find the right pitch. 

Eddie leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest, he watches you intently. Something about the way you draw your brows together and purse your lips as you begin to play makes his gaze soften a little. You look down at the writing in his little notebook and begin to sing, using a darker, sadder tone for this song. 

Your voice calms Eddie’s heart. The words that Eddie wrote, fall from your lips so beautifully, naturally. He exhales softly, his heart flutters weirdly in his chest when you look into his eyes. 

He moves his head along to the rhythm, his lips twitch as you give him a small smile. You close your eyes again and focus on the song.

Eddie glances at his friends who all watch you with impressed looks on their faces.

Reaching for his guitar, he places his fingers against the strings and closes his eyes, waiting for the right moment to join you. He focuses on your voice and on the rhythm, getting a feel for it before he begins to sing with you, startling himself with the way your voices just go together, they are so different and yet it’s like they melt into one. 

Eddie’s eyes lock with yours and something in his heart and in his soul just screams– in joy or in pain, he cannot tell, not yet. But there is this sudden ache in his chest as he looks into your eyes and sings his song with you. It’s only the second time that he sees you, the first time that he sings with you and yet it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like you reunited. Everything around him disappears, all he sees, all he hears, all he feels is you. 

And when it’s all over, he can’t help but ask himself; will you be the beginning or the end of it all? Will you be the savior or the ruin? 

He doesn’t know. 

But he knows that the band needs you, that he needs you. 

And when you agree to try it, to practice more with them and help him rewrite the songs, the weight falls off his shoulders and he feels like he can breathe again, like he can feel hope again, like coming out here was no mistake after all. 

At the end of the day, all his anger vanishes into thin air, the frustration is gone. A smile is resting on his face again.

Walking you back to your car, he can’t help but stare at you. You possibly stole a piece of him while you were singing and looking at him with those indescribable eyes of yours. 

“So uh– I knew you were talented, like, that one time at the bar was enough for me to know but you truly impressed me today,” he says. 

You smile, looking up at him with a blush on your face, “yeah?” 

You both come to a halt, leaning against the car and crossing your arms over your chest, you look up at him. He pulled his hair up earlier, a few strands fell in front of his face and you feel the urge to tuck them behind his ears but you keep your hands to yourself. His doe brown eyes are soft, twinkling with happiness. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, nodding his head. 

“Even when I was being mean?” you tease. 

He looks away, shrugging as he sighs, “you were just being honest,” he mumbles, “wasn’t good for my ego but yeah,” he jokes causing you to chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so harsh, it’s just… when I get really into it, I can’t seem to stop myself.” 

A breathy chuckle falls from his lips, “no.. no, that’s good. At least you don’t lie, you just say how things are.” 

“And that’s a good thing?” 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

“You will regret saying that, I can be very mean.”

He leans towards you with a smirk on his face, “at least you’ll tell me the truth.” 

He is close enough for you to smell his cologne, the aftershave mixed with the smell of cigarettes and sweat from playing in the heat all day. Your stomach flutters. Your eyes fall on the guitar pick necklace and the tattoo that peeks out from beneath his shirt. You look up into his eyes again. God, he is so pretty. 

You raise your brows, “you want the truth no matter what?” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Okay,” you chuckle, “I’ll keep that in mind, Eddie.” 

He smiles, eyes flickering down your body, he swallows harshly before he tears his gaze away. Reaching for the handle, he opens the door for you, “well, it was an honor to play and sing with you today, y/n. I look forward to tomorrow.” 

“Me too,” you whisper as you get lost in his eyes, “you know.. we’ll have to practice a lot, right? If you want the album, it has to be perfect, not good, not great– perfect.” 

His face grows serious as he takes your words in. 

“I’ll help you as best as I can and then I’ll be on my way–”

“What?” he frowns, “no, no– I want you in the band, I don’t want you to be just the songwriter, I want you to be our singer, I want you to sing with us, with me.” 

“Eddie, this–” you gesture to the house, to the van, the garage, “this is yours, it’s your band, your friends, I don’t belong here–”

“Yes, you do,” he scoffs, “that’s why I want you. You think I would just make this offer to anyone? Hell, I would never let anyone into the band but you, your voice– it’s exactly what was missing, shit, I mean you could take this bad song texts, go to Sam and he would make that album right away because it’s you singing them, you could make the worst songs good– it’s just, something about you, I don’t know. You are just– your voice is perfect,” he rambles, growing red the moment he realizes the things he just said. 

Your heart feels full from all his compliments. 

You giggle, “you say all these things as though you have known me all my life.” 

It feels like he does. 

Eddie shrugs, “I just really want you in the band and I love your voice.” 

Your eyes light up, happiness rushes through you, “I love your voice too.” 

“You do?” 

“I do.” 

He smiles at you, “please, join the band, y/n. You would make it even better– I mean, you saw how well we worked together back there, your voice is just metal, Sweetheart. So please, join the band,” he begs, pleading you with his puppy eyes, “let’s become rockstars together, live the dream we both have and all that, you know?”  

You chuckle, shaking your head as you look away from him. Eyes settling on the black camaro that belonged to your dad, you made a promise to him. 

“Okay,” 

“Okay?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, meeting Eddie’s eyes, the joy in them is so clear, it looks like he can barely contain it and that alone made saying yes worth it.

You look away from him, "you know, I kind of lied earlier."

"About what?"

"About not being a writer," you mumble, giving him a sheepish smile, "I wrote songs before- a whole album actually."

Surprise is written all over his face, "really?"

"Yeah," you whisper.

"Who'd you write for?"

You shrug, looking down, "doesn't matter anymore, he never actually got to sing the songs- it would've been the second album."

The tone in your voice and the sadness in your eyes intrigue him.

"What happened?" he asks, softly.

You look up, "he died," you mumble, "I still have the song texts you know? I wrote them for him, I think we could actually use some lines for your songs, I mean, if you are okay with that- I think they would fit in well."

Eddie nods, "we could.. try to work with that. Maybe you can sing them to me, next time," he offers.

"You'd want that?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Yeah, of course, I wanna see what you got, firefly," he grins.

Your heart jumps in excitement, filled with happiness and excitement for everything that is to come. 

You sealed your fate that day and if you had just known that you’d be standing in front of him with tears in your eyes and a shattered heart a few months later, you would have never said yes to Eddie Munson. 

-

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[hicomsstuff]

Hockey match

Summary: Chris took me out to watch him play hockey after he wins his game he takes me home because I'm extremely tired but things get a bit heated.

Warnings: smut, fingering, pet names, hickeys, swearing

"Babe!!" Chris shouts from downstairs, "yeah??" I say while coming downstairs to see what he needs

"I have my hockey match today! Wanna come along to watch us?, we will be getting recorded for YouTube though so you might get into the video" "yeah that sounds great! And I don't mind if I get in the video"

"Alright then, well we will leave in about 10 minutes so, get ready!" I go up stairs, as I'm getting changed someone comes in "what the fuck!!" "Woahhh, it's just me, baby" "oh sorry I didn't realise"

"It's all good, fuck you are so beautiful" Chris says while smirking and slapping my ass and grabbing it tightly

Chris sits on the bed watching me get changed, "what are you looking at, hmmm?" I ask him as he stares at my tits

"Oh uh...nothing!!" "Mhm. I'm sure it's nothing" as Chris just sits there I put on his grey fresh love hoodie and sweatpants "I love your clothes so much" "and I love the way they look on you" Chris says while walking over to me kissing my neck then my lips

"Okay well, there's only 5 minutes left to get ready. I'll let you be", as I go into the bathroom i look in the mirror and see chris as given me a fucking hickey "Chris!!, get here right now." "Yeah darling?" "You gave me a fucking hickey on my neck!!" "Oh shit..well you're probably gonna have to cover it up with your makeup or whatever.."

I start to cover it up a lot while it's still bright red, finally I'm done getting ready "alright let's get in the car nick and Matt are waiting for us" we both hop in the back seat as Matt drives to the hockey match

We finally get there, "hold my hand, love" Chris demands me. I grab his hand and he holds it tightly, we get to our table and he's up first thing to compete with the other team

"Go Chris!!" I yell while he smiles at me getting distracted. Later on it's 11:33 at night and they finish at 11:40

Chris and his brothers come back to the table "hey baby" "hey Chris" I say softly. Chris wraps his arm around me and I lean my head on his shoulder as he kisses my head "tired?" "Mhm.."

"We will be going home soon, love". "Chris!!" yells Matt and nick "yeah?" "We are back on let's go or we won't win!!" "Okay I'll be right there!, hey darling I have to go back on but I'll be back in a couple minutes I promise!!"

"It's okay babe! Go have fun", I say while being really proud of him, finally it hits 11:40 and it's time to go home "alrighty let's get you in the car shall we?" I nod my head hoping he would understand

"I'm really proud of you, good job for winning" I say "I love you so much baby"

I start to fall asleep in the car and it's about 5 more minutes until we get home, after a long drive we get home and Chris takes me to our bedroom "we're home, baby. Let me take off your makeup" "no I can do it myself.." I say quietly while shutting my eyes because of how sleepy I am

"You can wash your face and teeth but I'll do this for you" as he finishes taking off my makeup he takes me to wash my face and teeth

I start to hop into bed with my comfy pyjamas on, suddenly I feel Chris kissing me non-stop, "Chris i-"

"Baby..can I please? I want to make you feel good" my eyes open up wide, "okay then..." I say while holding on to Chris face kissing him

Chris pulls down my sweatpants and sees I'm already so fucking wet for him "oh my gosh, your so wet..did I make you feel this way, y/n?"

"Y-yes you d-did" I try to say but I can't seem to speak properly "good, I better have."

Chris puts his thumb against my clit "shitt.." "like it hmm?" "Mhm.." "respond properly or else I won't touch you anymore." Chris wishpers "fuck chris, please give me more, I fucking beg for it"

"Atta girl" Chris sticks two fingers in me as I moan and grunt really loudly

Chris keeps his fingers in me but adds three instead of just two as his fingers stay in me he starts giving me hickeys

He gives me them every on my tits and neck "fuck Chris..i-i-im going t-to cum-" "good girl. I'm going to eat every single drop after, ma"

As I start to cum he takes his fingers out and licks them. then he heads to go down to my pussy to clean up my mess "you taste so fucking good, sweetheart"

I give him a lazy smile while I'm sweating hardly, he pulls up my pants and puts my shirt back on

"You good?" "Mhm.." I say while falling off to sleep while cuddling him and having my head all pushed up against his chest. "I love you so fucking much, your mine." Chris wishpers in my ear softly

"I'm yours, Chris" "exactly, princess. Go off to sleep"

Should I make a part 2??

[lueurjun]

hufflepuff boyfriend heeseung

feeling really inspired these days idk why, hence why the frequent posts. i might do a written scenario on this too. also lmk if you want more hogwarts enhypen. this is also really long so i’m very sorry about that but i’m running on no sleep it’s 5 am and i’m tired so pls if it’s bad cut me some slack aasdhfkfkdl enjoy

idc what anyone says lee heeseung screams hufflepuff to me

maybe bc i’m a hufflepuff and i want that man in my house

let me have my moment

for the sake of this you guys are also in hufflepuff because this was an impulsive burst of motivation I DONT HAVE A LOT TO WORK WITH RIGHT NOW PLS LET ME LIVE

change it in your mind if you’d like

anyways we’re going for the you fell first, he fell harder trope

i mean who wouldn’t fall at the mere sight of him?

you began harbouring a little crush on him during third year

specifically during potions class when he took the fall for you against snape after you messed up the shrinking potion

he wasn’t even mad. he just gave you a small smile and told you ( gently) to be more careful

you never messed up ever again because if lee heeseung tells you to be careful YOU BE CAREFUL

anyways yes from then on you’re all heart eyes for him any interaction leaves you a bumbling mess

he once sat down next to you in the great hall and you damn near drowned yourself in pumpkin juice

he didn’t reciprocate your crush until fifth year

he’s a lil slow but hey! we got there in the end

his crush specifically started after he got sick and had to spend some time in the hospital wing and you went to great lengths to get past madam pomfrey JUST to give him your notes

you’re an adorable little magic try hard for him like who would go to great lengths like you? no one heeseung should put a ring on it rn

or else i will

jkjk

unless…

ANYWAYS

you’re very good at hiding your crush ( for the most part other than the fact that you freeze whenever he’s around ) but you’re not completely hopeless

heeseung, on the other hand, is absolutely hopeless

anytime you’re in the vicinity this boy becomes a blushing mess

literally heart eyes for you

you notice that he’s acting different and at first it scares you because suddenly he seems distant

and you start panicking

so you go to sunghoon

bad idea

“is heeseung mad at me?”

“yes. he hates you.”

“WHAT?!”

cue jake stepping in with a wild look of panic on his face

“HE DOESN’T HATE YOU!! SUNGHOON WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS OUR DEAR FRIENDS SOULMATE!!! WHY ARE YOU CAUSING TROUBLE?”

sunghoon just sips his pumpkin juice and goes: “funny”

it wasn’t funny you almost cried

little baby hogwarts student riki who follows them around found it hilarious tho

“HA GOOD ONE HYUNG”

jake is like a stressed out father

“riki nishimura eat your toast!”

and you’re just confused because you heard jake call you heeseung’s soulmate in a moment of stress

heeseung is blissfully unaware of the turmoil at the dinner table when he strolls into the great hall

though he goes paler than nearly headless nick when he sees you, his precious little soulmate, surrounded by the group of demon spawns he calls his friends

he manages to go even paler when you stand up and march towards him with a look of determination

and he’s taken by surprise when you yank his tie and drag him out of the great hall prompting many hoots and whistles from your friends

poor heeseung just wanted some breakfast

you pull him into a quiet corner and he’s absolutely petrified

“do you hate me?”

you surprise yourself with how blunt you are

it takes a moment for the question to register in heeseung’s mind and when it does…he starts?? laughing

like manically

him? hate you? that’s the funniest joke he’s ever been told

then he catches onto your ‘wtf’ look and realizes that you’re serious

mortified. sickened. DEVASTATED at the fact that you think he hates you

“no-no! oh my god! no no. i don’t hate you? HATE YOU? ME? Goodness no! I’m sorry I made you feel that way-it’s just…you make me nervous and you’re really good looking and i think-no i KNOW! I KNOW i’m in love with you. please don’t hate me”

honestly you aren’t sure what you was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that

you’re at a loss of words because holy shit

lee heeseung likes- no! no he said loves! he loves you

there’s no words that come out

instead you dry heave and heeseung nearly sobs at the fact that he made you almost throw up with his confession

and that makes him dry heave

so there you both are in the corridor continuously heaving

jake, sunghoon and riki are peeking around the corner watching the whole exchange

one looks perplexed, and the other two look absolutely delighted

“bet you five galleons heeseung throws up first”

“you’re on”

“you are not betting on our friends failure! and riki stop gambling you’re like six”

anyways back to the shit show which is confession land

both of you manage to keep down the contents inside your stomach much to the dismay of sunghoon and riki

“i wasn’t- i got nervous!” you try to explain

“it’s completely fine! i wasn’t meant to confess like that and i already knew you weren’t like-into me—“

sunghoon has had enough

bro pops out from around the corner

“they’ve liked you since before merlin was even cruising around! just date already and spare me of this torture!”

everyone say thank you to sunghoon because after his help, the two of you start dating

finally! this took longer than i anticipated-i got carried away very sorry! okay continue

THE RELATIONSHIP YAY EVERYONE APPLAUD

the professors definitely shipped it and had bets on you both

snape owed mcgonagall twenty galleons

even dumbledore was in on it

holding hands under the table is an absolute must

heeseung does this thing when he senses you getting a bit stressed out in class where he’ll rub his thumb over the back of your hand

finding you both curled up together in the common room is a regular occurrence

you’re both devastatingly awkward but in the cutest way

that’s also really painful to watch sometimes

cue your friend group watching you get all blushy and flustered after shamelessly flirting with each other

“someone break them up before i avada kedavra myself here and now”

dragging heeseung by the tie is a common occurrence

and he has a thing for walking behind you gripping the sides of your shirt or robes

you’re both terribly protective of each other

if anyone hurts heeseung’s feelings, oh boy! not even voldemort would be able to stop you

“did they just insult you, hee? i think they did. HEY YOU! SAY THAT TO HIM AGAIN AND WATCH HOW FAST I RIP EVERY HAIR OUT OF YOUR SCALP, YOU TOAD!”

and if anyone upsets you? oh boy.

he literally shaved someone’s eyebrows off for making you cry. man knows no consequence when it comes to protecting his partner

you both get really shy about pda

so that means whenever you want to share a peck, one of you will hold up a book to hide your faces

making out in the restricted section is a must

the two of you start sneaking off and it becomes noticeable to your friends

“where are they?”

“probably swallowing each others tongues”

when they finally investigate they find out that the two of you have been sneaking off to read muggle stories to each other in the abandoned bathroom

even moaning myrtle cringes at how in love the two of you are

the two of you are really happy

and everyone else is happy that you’re happy

“dibs on naming the future child!”

“sunghoon you are absolutely never naming our baby”

“why not? sunghoon jr lee has a nice ring to it”

you manage to compromise and agree to let sunghoon be the best man at your wedding

he did get the two of you together

perhaps the two of you should repay the favour and find him a match?

[sunnyie-eve]

23 | Quarantine

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Movies, Fortnite, Sleep. Movies, Fortnite, Sleep." Matt starts the vlog, "I guess we're vlogging on our own. I was told to do this. I have a pounding headache. Dani is passed out asleep. We have to quarantine together because we share a bathroom. Since her room is farther away from it, we decided she'll crash in here with me. So she doesn't have to walk through the house to get to it." Matt explains.

"All she does is sleep." He turns the camera to show her sleeping in his bed, "And pick what movies we get to watch." He turns it back to him, "When she's sick she's very stubborn. It's her way or her way for the past three days."

"That is so not true, liar." Dani mumbles slightly still waking up.

"No, it's very true, you liar." He looks over at her rolling over so she could see him. "You have taken over my room since we got sick." He adds laughing a bit.

Dani rolls her eyes at him, "Whatever."

"We'll check in with you guys tomorrow. Wish me luck." Matt turns off the camera. 

"Am I really that bad?" Dani asks cuddling his pillow.

"No, I just had to make it seem like it for fun." He turns back to his computer.

Chris: Hey

Chris: Dani

Chris: DANI

Chris: Dude, are you still sleeping?

Chris: Dani wake up

Chris: WAKE UP!

Chris: Are you awake yet?

Chris: Or are you just ignoring me?

Chris: It's okay, I get it. Suck it.

Dani: Dude, seriously?

Chris: You're alive!

Dani: I was sleeping since I feel like shit. What do you want?

Chris: Nothing just bored by myself. At least you have someone to talk to.

Dani: We hardly talk. We just watch movies in silent then go to sleep.

~ Next Day ~

"Hello, just woke up. It's almost 3:30pm." Matt holds the camera to only show him and not Dani.

"What is time anymore?" She asks not really wanting to get up.

"I don't even know what day it is. Do you know what today is?" He asks her.

"Nope."

"How are you feeling today?" He asks her.

"Like an elephant slept on top of me. I don't even want to roll over, I'm so weak." She groans curling into a ball more.

"I feel like there's a dumbbell in my head." Matt adds

"Are you gonna take a shower? So I know when I can get my things ready while you go." She turns her head to look back at him.

"I was gonna go in a few minutes but you can go first." He tells her so she gets out of bed using her phone flashlight to get clothes.

Matt was busy still taking about how he felt he didn't realize she took some of his clothes to change into. She had ran out of clothes she pit in a bag for staying in his room. She didn't expect to be there so long.

After her shower she goes back into Matt's room and he leaves to take his shower. As she lays down her phone goes off and it was Chris.

"How you feeling?" He asks in his morning voice but sees the look on her face, "Still that bad?"

"Yes, let me guess? You're feeling better?"

"Well I don't want to say yes when you feel like shit still." He watches her roll her eyes.

"I'm jealous of you." She cuddles the pillow propping her phone up.

"You don't look like death anymore that's a good thing." He lets her know giving her a smile.

"So you're saying I looked terrible before today?" She gives him a little genuine laugh.

"Yeah, you were hideous." He plays with her.

"Don't make me laugh it hurts." She tries to stop.

"I'm sorry. You weren't hideous, you have been beautiful." He laughs a bit so she flips him off.

"I'm hanging up on you." She sticks her tongue out ending the call.

Chris: Love you too

Later in the day while Matt was doing a few things in the kitchen Dani Vlogs alone, "Hello, cruel world. I feel like I'm dying. I hate how Nick and Chris are feeling better. Even though I said I feel like I'm dying it's not the worst I've felt."

As she goes to speak again her phone starts to ring, "This motherf-, won't leave me alone." She shows the camera that Chris was trying to FaceTime her. "The only person who leaves me alone is Nick. He'll text here and there but Chris constantly texts and calls me. Then I'm stuck in here with Matt, who isn't that bad but still."

"DANI!" A faint yell echos through the house.

"Did you hear that? Did the camera pick that up? That was fucking Chris screaming my name because I'm not answering him." She looks at the camera with her jaw dropped.

The bedroom door opens and Matt walks in, "What the hell was that about?" He asks her.

"Not answering his call."

"Put it on do not disturb just for him." Matt laughs going over to his computer.

~ Next Day ~

"Matt must you count your steps out loud?" She watches pace back and forth, "It's bugging me."

"I don't care." He continues.

"Who cares if they're low? You're sick." She keeps watching him, "What is your goal so I know how long you'll be." She leans back to lay down.

"Are you picking the movie tonight or me?" He asks her.

"You,"

"That's a first." He looks over at her cuddling his log pillow.

"You tell me you don't care."

"Well, we also have very different taste in movies so." He tells her.

"Yeah, I like Romcoms, Musicals, and Horror."

"Exactly, so I'm excited I get to pick a movie tonight." He smiles.

At night Matt decides what movie he wanted to watch last minute, "Tell them what we're watching." Matt turns the camera towards Dani sitting next to him in bed.

"Saltburn,"

"First note I wanna take if I ever got called a..." Matt pauses.

"Boot licker," Dani laughs.

"A boot licker," He shakes his head, "It's going down. It's going down immediately."

"Matt," Dani says his name.

"What?"

"You're a boot licker." She smiles so her pushes her head away.

As they watch the movie it gets to the bath tub scene everyone has been talking about online, "No, no." Dani whines seeing what Oliver was about to do. "The thought makes me..." Dani hides her face in her hands as he slurps up the bathwater, "Hurry up Oliver, please.

As it gets to the part Oliver gets ready to fuck Felix's grave, Dani turns her head towards Matt so she could ignore the screen. And Matt does the same turning his head towards her.

"Hi." He laughs.

"Sup."

"That's wild." He talks about the movie.

"I'm actually annoyed he's getting away with that." She tells him.

When the movie was over they give their thoughts on it, "Good movie. Crazy concept. Good movie. Crazy concept. Very strange. Pretty good though. Very strange. But pretty good." Matt gives his opinion on the movie. "And her mind is blown by it." He shows Dani just staring at him upset.

"I'm upset." She laughs, "And I don't entirely know how I feel about Ollie. He got away with all that. Yeah, the family wasn't the best but... You know what I mean."

"I'm just ready for bed. I didn't expect to see someone's junk before doing so." Matt makes Dani laugh.

"Hey, I would've enjoyed that a bit more if I wasn't watching it with you."

Matt's jaw drops, "Danielle Rae Brock!" All she does is laugh at him.

[narcissisticmf]

don't fret | matt sturniolo x fem!reader

request: ""go away." "that's the last thing you need from me right now." matt sturniolo plss🫶🏼🫶🏼" from anonymous

description: when y/n is feeling overwhelmed, matt decides the best thing she needs is comfort.. and sleep.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, angst, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Your fingers danced across the keyboard of your laptop as you felt your eyes growing weary. They struggled to stay open. Shifting your gaze up, you glanced at the clock and saw that it read 2:54 AM. You released a gently sigh from your parted chapped lips and returned your attention to the silver screen.

Despite being on winter break, there was still a lot of work you had to do for some of your classes and other personal things you needed to get done. You'd been staying at the Sturniolo's house in Los Angeles for a little while, to visit Matt while you'd been on break. But it didn't exactly feel like you'd gotten much of a break.

"Y/N/N?" Matt appeared into the kitchen, where you sat at the table. He looked tired and his voice was groggy. The light over the table was on, while the rest of the house was dark.

"Sorry, was I too loud?" You cringed your teeth and stopped typing for a moment as your weary gaze was on Matt.

"No, I was just thirsty, why're you up?" He asked as he led himself to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. It wasn't long before he shut it and with the plastic bottle in hand, he made his way to the table and sat beside you.

"I just have a lot going on that I need to take care of," You whispered, not wanting to wake Nick or Chris.

"Did you take a break at all?" Matt asked.

"No, there's no time for a break, I have to get this stuff done," You replied before returning your gaze to the computer and typed away again.

"Y/N," Matt started, but you ignored him and focused on the words you were typing into the document. However, those words would later be read as gibberish since your brain was completely fried, you could almost smell the burnt gears within your head.

"Hey," He poked your side, but you didn't budge. "Sweetheart, come on, you should really take a break. Too much work in one sitting isn't healthy."

"No, I need to do this," You replied, the exhaustion was evident in your placid tone.

"No, you don't," Matt stated and gripped your laptop, sliding it away from you on the table.

"Come on, Matt, I'm not kidding, give it back," You looked at him with annoyance.

"No," He shook his head.

You grumbled, "Why won't you just go away?"

"That's the last thing you need from me right now," Matt replied and gently closed the laptop. You watched his movements and sighed, too exhausted to fight him.

"Go to bed," He spoke quietly.

"Okay, but tomorrow, I'm getting right back on it whether you like it or not," You said with a subtle raspiness coming through.

"Yeah, whatever, just get some sleep," Matt smiled. You returned the gesture, sleepily. He took the laptop off the table and stood up from his chair. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Love you," He muttered.

"I love you too," You replied with a sleepily grin.

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a/n: hi cuties!! thank you so much for this request and for taking part in my event! i still can't believe i hit 1k 🥹 i love you guys so much and i hope this piece was good and was what you were hoping for! be safe, my dears and happy new year! <3 — angelina.

[babyhedonistt]

TOO CLOSE TO TOUCH - TEN

WARNING // Some themes in this chapter may not be suitable for all audiences, viewer discretion is advised

Nick stares at Noah like he was a dog with his tail between his legs. He had been caught, but Noah was not quite sure he feels guilty about what he did.

Because he didn’t.

“How long have you known?” Noah asked him.

“Known what?” He sighs, throwing his hands up.

“How long you have had your eyes on her or how long you two have been sneaking around?”

“Either at this point Nick. You’re not acting like yourself.”

“No. I am acting like myself. It’s just the first time you’ve actually pulled your head out of your ass to actually see it. Ever since you started hanging out with her again, you haven’t bothered to pay attention to the rest of us. Your band. Your brothers.”

“That doesn’t give you a right to separate us. You’re not her older brother and you’re not my Dad. I thought if I were to get involved with anyone, you’d be happy it was her.” Noah scoffed.

“It’s not that I’m unhappy Noah. I just don’t like how even though she’s higher on your priority list, you still don’t treat her like it.”

Ouch.

That hurt more because Noah knew he was right.

“I’ve never been in a serious relationship before.” Noah admits. “So you think it gives you free range to pick Folios sister of all people to fuck around with.”

“I didn’t fuck her.”

“Doesn’t mean you weren’t planning on it.” Nick shot back. Noah swallowed the dryness in his throat.

“I’m sorry. About the NDA. Truly, but I figured it would be the easiest option to suggest to Matt to get through our tour. And then Folio got hurt…… she took the position. Shit just got messy… Noah I really wanted you two to be together, but I didn’t want it to fuck the band up to a point the fans would start noticing. How would that look?”

Nick wasn’t wrong. In fact, Nick is never wrong, factually, at least. Morally on the other hand, he had to have been the worst offender next to Noah.

The room filled with silence, the two of them soaking in each others words before Noah finally broke the silence. “I haven’t been putting this band first. I thought I was doing that when I finished the rest of the album, I guess it wasn’t enough.” He sighs

“Noah, you’re the lead singer dude. You already carry so much responsibility and I don’t think we cut you enough slack. But, a girl can’t just come in and fuck that shit up when we have stuff we need to get done.”

“She’s different Nick. I feel like there’s a fire inside of me when I’m around her.”

“And if you don’t contain it you’re going to get burnt. You haven’t even told Folio how you feel about her. He’s one of your best friends and he’s in the dark. “

“I know..” Noah sighs.

Nick walks over and slaps Noah on the back comfortingly. “Jolly’s known for a bit too dude. Expecting him to keep that secret? A lot on him too.”

Noah’s realization of his stupid actions finally caught up with him as be planted his face in his hands. “ I’m sorry, Nick.”

Nick pulled Noah up from the seat and embraced his friend in a tight hug. “I’m sorry I fairly kicked your ass.” He jokes and a light laugh escaped Noah’s lips. “I let you win mother fucker.” He slaps his back lightly.

“Cmon dude. We have a show to do. It’s our last one.” Nick smiles before the door to the dressing room opens and Jolly peaks his head in. “You guys coming?”

The two nodded as the three of them met you backstage. You felt Noah’s large hands grasp each side of your hips, his front against your back, and warmth spread across your cheeks before you rest the back of your head on his chest. “Everything good?” You asked, looking down at his tattooed hands. You hear him sigh in your ear before clearing his throat. “Yeah. It will be.” He says before the lights dimmed in the pit of the audience.

The crowd went insane. You were used to being in front of the large fan base that Bad Omens had. Something about Noah's hands being secured on your hips, almost reassured that he was right about everything being okay.

Granted, given everything that has happened already, you weren't sure it was capable of getting worse.

The beginning of the show went as expected. You performed the usual set list. The crowd seemed to be higher in energy today, perhaps due to the fact that it was the last show of the tour.

The crowd eventually settled through the show; the energy seemed more positive compared to how you left the boys. Nick and Noah actually made eye contact and it didn't look like they wanted to kill each other.

You thought everything was going well, until Noah began talking to the crowd between songs.

You could see him at the front of the stage, holding the microphone in front of his mouth while his sweat-dosed hair hung over his eyes. The makeup covered his bruises well, if anything it added to his on stage persona. The more you watch Noah perform, the more you could see the differences between the real Noah and the person he makes himself into for the sake of his fans.

"So. How many of you know a song called ' Just Pretend '? "

The crowd went expectedly loud with an uproar. Noah held the microphone with both of his hands as he quickly looked back at you at the top of the stage behind the drum set. You sent a half smile down to him, and it seemed as if you gave him the confidence he needed.

He turned his attention back to the crowd before he continued. "For the second half of this tour, our drummer Folio had an unfortunate accident which handicapped him temporarily from performing on stage with us."

The crowd was awed as Jolly and Nick bobbed their head. "But. In Folio's absence, our band was saved by a talented drummer who is fortunately here to fill in for her brother while he heals."

You felt your heart in your throat and the air felt almost too thick to breathe through your nose. What the hell was he doing? The feeling seemed to be mutual between the four of you because Jolly and Nick turned their heads up to you, their eyes looking at you for some form of answer as to why Noah was doing what he was doing. Unfortunately you weren't much help for them.

"Her name is Y/N. She's one of the closest people in my life, and one of the biggest inspirations for many of the songs this band sings. Including this one, Just Pretend."

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WARNINGS: pt2 of jealous girl, toxic!Chris, smut but like for the plot yk, p in v, dick suckin, unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex kids😁👍), praise and degrading, crying, mentions of possible cheating, reader talks about being insecure, swearing, pet names, reader is def not standing on business.

A/N:here u gooo @urfavstromboli !this is too long holy shit.the smut part was so strange to write bc like I don't really like writing smut but I had to for like the story.also im sorry this took so long to makes started working on it right after pt1 and just forgot it was in my drafts LMAOOOO. also peep the special banner(I couldn't find any good lyrics).ok ill stop yappin and let you read.

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✧SATURDAY

my heart beat sped up as I slammed the door in Chris' face.never being this upset with him in my life. I mean I never really thought he would choose another girl over me.Especially not one that has problems with me for no apparent reason. As I broke down into sobs I pulled out my phone and ironically called Nick, Chris' brother, knowing he would comfort me.

"Hey what's up?Did Chris apologize?" Nick asked through the phone.Once my crying was heard I think he got the hint of what had happened though.

"Can you uh..can you come over please really just... need someone right now."I stifled out as I paced around my living room.too many yet not enough thoughts running through my head.

"yea of course, do you want me to grab anything on the way?"Nick questioned sympathetically. I only responded with a small 'the usual' before we promptly said goodbye and I hung up.

✧NICKS POV

I heard the front door open as I shuffled down the stairs,Chris huffing and puffing as he stepped into my view. "How'd it go?"I asked even though I already knew how it went.I wanted to see if he would lie to me.

"horrible, its not even my fault though, shes acting like an insane bitch and is trying to make me choose between her and ash.fucking stupid.she needs to get over herself." Chris spat out.i was shock at his words about a girl who he used to love so much.the only time he talked about her behind her back was when he was saying how pretty she looked or how kind she way or how funny she could be.all of those feeling were now replaced by cold, rude, bullshit.

"don't talk about her like that, dickhead." I retorted.yes he's my brother and I'll love him no matter what but there is no way I would let him talk about her in such a way.especially when I knew that wasn't what he was like at all.

"what?! How am I the dickhead?" he yelled out as I turned my body to Matt's room in order to ask if he could drive me to y/n's.rolling my eyes and choosing to ignore the boy who had very clearly lost it.

"Can you drive me to y/n's?"I asked while poking my head into Matt's dark room. a small 'yea sure' being the answer as he got up from his desk.walking back into the kitchen area I was met with an angered Chris. God he was acting like such a child.

"don't ignore me,"he slightly shouted. "If I'm really a dick then there must be a reason!" my youngest brother said, looking at me soullessly.

"you literally were flirting with Ashley the other day, didn't  say anything when she insulted your girlfriend, when y/n confronted you about it you don't even care, and then when she asked you to make the very reasonable decision of either her or Ashley you get all pissed and start calling her an insane bitch, so yea I think that makes you a dick."I rambled on frustrated.

Chris didn't say anything before I walked toward the front door.or maybe he was going to but just didn't because of the situation.either way I don't think he really needed to say anything else.as I was getting my shoes on I could faintly hear Matt say "I know your my brother but if you hurt her anymore after today I'll kick your ass." which was followed up by my silence and footsteps towards Chris' room.

Matt huffed as he walked down the stairs and walked out the door to his car with me.Once we got in the car we both sighed deeply. "He's so stupid sometimes."Matt breathed out as he started the car and began to back out of the driveway.

"seriously, also we need to stop by the gas station."I replied.even though I was going to her house in order to comfort her and hopefully make her realize he's not treating her well and that she should just leave I know it would be to no avail.shes a hopeless romantic and there not much I can do about it.

✧YOUR POV

tears sprung out of my eyes like frogs with no hesitation. “Please please please let me get what I want” by deftones playing on my speaker. I looked into the mirror across from my bed as I laid on my side, locking eyes with my own reflection.I slowly picked my body up and now simply sat on my bed.still staring at myself intently.

I found myself simultaneously messing with different parts of my body and face.silently wishing they would morph to look like Ashley.she was perfect.the perfect weight,perfect skin,flawless makeup, model like hair.no wonder why Chris didn't mind her being on top of him.he probably wanted people to think that was his girlfriend.not me.why would anyone wanna be seen with me anyways.

The doorbell ringing for the second time this night broke me out of my thoughts.I slowly brought myself to my feet and dragged myself to the front door.as I opened It I was met with a sympathetic looking Nick holding a gray bag. "hey girl..."he slowly said.

I'm not sure if it was just my brain trying to distract me or what but I couldn't help but notice he had dyed his hair red again. "your hair...its not blonde anymore..."I quietly said.my words making Nick smile

"Yeah I know, just kinda felt like another change, i don't know.do you like it?"he questioned.

"I love it, looks really cool man.''I answered, tired eyes looking at him and realizing he was still outside. "oh shit sorry"I said while moving out of the way. as he stepped into my house I made eye contact with Matt who had most likely been waiting for Nick to go into my house.I waved to him with a small smile as he reciprocated through his car window.

I sighed heavily as I shut the door.remembering what happened earlier. "Okay so I got you red bull, skinny pop, oreos, mints and Lindt chocolate, oh and I got nerds for myself, you can have some though."Nick said once he walked over to my kitchen table, placing the items on said table as he listed them.I don't know how he remembers what I like to eat when I'm sad but this does happen a lot I guess.

I put my head in my hands and let out a deep breath.trying to unwind somehow.a ping was then heard from across the table.i knew it was Nick because my phone had been left upstairs. "Oh God, look who it is."Nick said as he turned his phone to face me. it was Ashley.she had sent him something on snap.

'half swipe it."I said as I made my way around the table, peering over his shoulder to see his screen.

"I don't know how."he responded, panicking.

"Just pull it from the left." I tried to explain.my help wasn't very useful though because he opened it instead. 'Are you mad at me?' read the message "is she fucking stupid.of course your mad at her?"

"She is stupid, that's why she looks like that.im just gonna say no to see what she says."the boy next to me said as he typed out 'no' followed up by 'why would I be mad at you?'.

she immediately opened the message and began typing "wow I'm surprised she opened that fast, probably cause she has no life."I snakily said as we both watched her bitmoji type.

''Oh bc of what happened with y/n the other day. 'she clarified. He was about to start typing again before she beat him to it. 'yk when she was a psycho bitch for no reason' was the next message. "psycho bitch?!oh I'll show her a psycho bitch!"I said as I shot up from my leaned over position on the counter. walking angrily towards my front door.

"y/n you are not going to fight her right now, especially not when you look like that.'' Nick reasoned as he set his phone down. "just forget about her.she's just an irrelevant cunt that has nothing better to do with her life but hate." the red-head said.

he was right.i don't know why I cared what she thought.but when I really think about it,I don't.i couldn't give less then a fuck about how she saw me.it was Chris' opinion I cared about.i wanted him to think I was beautiful, funny and kind.i wanted him to think i was perfect.i wanted him to be able to see me over Ashely.

"did Chris say anything about me?"I asked.switching topics to something more relevant in my head. The face he made when I said this made my stomach drop.Mainly because I knew how mean Chris could get at times and considering what had happened earlier tonight I don't think he said anything good.

"Do you want what he should've said or what he did say?"he asked as I made my way back to my previous placement.

"Tell me what he actually said."I answered.feeling like I was taking a leap of faith.but I knew if I wasn't told the truth then I would never have a chance of getting over this man.

"he was all like 'it went horrible, it’s not even my fault though, she’s being an inane bitch and is trying to make me choose between her and ash.she needs to get over herself.'"Nick said, mimicking Chris' voice to make it more light hearted.it was a little funny but the words made my eyes well up with tears nonetheless.

I was feeling so many different things.sadness, anger, stress but most of all betrayal.i mean he said it wasn't even his fault basically saying it was mine.my fault for being upset for a little bit.he would rather call me an insane bitch then just admit he was wrong and stop being friends with Ashley.that fat pig.

"what!?Ugh I hate him so much!!Why do I even like him?He treats me like shit,never listens and is always on top of other girls?!I don't even think I've heard him say he loves me in like 3 months!? do you think he's cheating?oh my God he probably is!"I rambled on.placing my head in my arms at the end of my words.i slowly began to sob into my own arms.once Nick heard my sobs he hugged my hunched over back.

"no don't say that.he's obviously not cheating on you."he reassured.his words didn't do much though because my cries only got louder and more emotional.my best friend ushered me up so he could hug me normally.i pulled away from the hug  once I was able to actually breath.looking up at Nick with tired, sad,eyes.thankful for him being here but also embarrassed for crying over his brother. "wanna watch a movie?" the boy sympathetically asked.i nodded a small yes before I grabbed all my snacks and headed over to the couch.

watching the movie was a good distraction for some time.but nonetheless I found myself thinking of him. how much I missed him and just wishing he was here right now.im not going to apologize though.I did nothing wrong no matter what he thinks.so if that means that we never speak again then I'm fine with that.oh who am I kidding, I'm definitely not fine with that.

✧THE NEXT DAY, SUNDAY

'come over please' and 'I miss you' were the two messages I had been staring at for at least five minutes.the sender being chris made this all the more strange and confusing.i mean he was just calling me an insane bitch yesterday and now he wants me to come over.but for some reason I caved.maybe he wanted to apologize or something.

I threw a zip up over my lace tank top and tied my gray sweatpants.sliding my crocs on as I stepped outside started walking to my car.

Once I began driving I found myself more fidgety in anticipation than what felt like ever before.fingers tapping against the steering wheel rhythmically and constant glancing at the ETA were I knew this.

As I entered the house using my key I felt anxiety rush over me.Matts keys weren't here and neither was Nick's jacket which he never leaves the house without during this time of the year.meaning that it was only the two of us in this house.

My footsteps felt heavy as I walked down to his room.something I had done many times now feeling unfamiliar.I knocked on his bedroom door lightly once I approached it. though as the door was opened I wasn't even aloud a greeting before he placed his hands on my hips and smashed his lips onto mine hungrily.i wish I could say I rejected the kiss but I couldn't.it was like he had put a spell on me.

he walked backwards as we eventually crashed onto his bed.i straddled over his lap as I deepened kiss.he swiftly flipped me over onto my back and moved me so I was sat up a little.i took the hint and unzipped my hoodie, throwing it off to the side while trying my best not to break the kiss.

he then removed my tank top.now revealing my bare chest to him "no bra huh?so you are still my slut." he said as a smirk formed on his lips.

"I was actually about to go to bed but whatever you wanna believe."I retorted.

"do you want me to fuck you or not?"he questioned, looking into my eyes.i stayed silent though.letting the wetness between my legs make my decisions. "that's what I thought."he darkly said. pale arms taking his own shirt off.toned body now all in view for me.

"you know what to do.''was my signal to take my pants off.i undid the tie on my sweats and slid them off.leaving my white laced panties on. "sit up and go on the side of the bed"he demanded.i did as he said.sitting on my knees a on the side of the bed I was closer to.he then came around to the side I was facing.once he was directly in front of me he dropped his baggy jeans and boxers at once, cock springing free.all 8 inches now stood in front of me.his pink tip leaking pre-cum.

I looked up at him innocently.as if I had never done this before.i then, on instinct, began to pump him with my hand slowly.my actions making his breath hitch.i placed my lips on the tip and began to lower my head.pace increasing every time I brought my head up.eventually his hands made their way to my hair and began to push my head into his cock roughly. "fuck just like that.keep going.use that perfect little mouth for something good for once."he harshly spat out looking down at me as he said that.i ignored his words though and continued to suck him off.

This feeling being lost on me for almost a week made my throat sting pleasurably.his grip on my hair tightened which told he was close.the signal making me go faster.if even possible.small whimpers fell from his cherry lips as I continued to work. “Oh God yes,please I’m…I’m almost there”he mumbled out, the words working as encouragement for me to keep going.then without warning I felt his cum shoot itself into my mouth.the salty savory flavor touched my taste buds as I swallowed.

Once he came down from his own high he looked down at me.i kept my eyes on his.looking up like a lost puppy. "fuck your so hot" he said as he grabbed my middle area and situated me on my back and so I was on his bed longways.once he laid down with me he whispered "sit on my lap baby"

I complied and did as he said.placing myself more on his legs then his actual lap because I knew he wouldn't be that easy. "you want me to fuck you?"he asked.i nodded 'yes' in response. looking down at him with pleading eyes even though I was on top right now. "use your words.you had so much to say before, what happened to that?"he teased.

"please chris just fuck me, ive been waiting for days!"I squealed out.thankful there was nobody else home right now. 

"good girl.."he hissed out.his words being my command to lift my hips up and hover over his cock.then without warning he thrusted up into me after lining himself up with my entrance.the sudden feeling making me yelp.he continued to buck his hips up into mine as I bounced simultaneously, placing my fingertips on his chest for some sort of stabilization.

moans that were higher pitched than my actual voice spilled out of my mouth along with swears and small pleads.my body was hot as I went up and down on him.his hands were at my waist, guiding my every move harshly. The pale boy grabbed my waist hard, making me wince at the pleasure mixed with pain.the idea that the boy who I was crying over last night was ramming himself into me right now made me feel guilty.but I can't help it.his touch is intoxicating.

my jaw fell open as pornographic noises flowed from my lips.eyes screwing shut and head being now hung low.i was so caught up in myself that I didn't even register the small whimpers coming from the boy underneath me. The noises being my key to realize he really did miss me.at least a part of me. "keep going baby, don't stop, i'm gonna-"I rambled on before being cut off by my own already familiar noises

"Me too..shit.."he whispered.

"chris fuck fuck fuuuuck"I strung out as I came undone on top of him.laying my body on his as he thrusted up into me again,chasing his own high. Whiny whimpers made their way into my ear as I felt him twitch inside of me.knowing he was close I decided to tease him a little by kissing his neck and leaving a trail of hickeys.my sensitive body not mattering at all to either of us.

"fuck baby" he groaned out as I felt his load shoot into me, coating my insides.we sat there in silence.sweaty bodies catching their breath.once we calmed ourselves he pulled me off him and situated me so I was laying on my side, facing the boy who replicated my current position."lemme get you a towel."he said before promptly getting up, putting his boxers on, and doing as he said.

When he came back and cleaned me up I couldn't help but stare at him.all his features slithering into my eyes. "Can I have a shirt?"I asked softy.not wanting to put my tank top back on because of the temperature.he only hummed an ‘mhm’ before tossing me a random black shirt with a white design on it.

"Can we talk? ''he awkwardly said as we both were now sat up and at least partially clothed. I nodded my head to signify I was listening."listen y/n im...im really sorry about earlier.i was a dick and I shouldn't have acted like that.i know you don't like Ashley and i'm totally fine with dropping her.i would rather lose her then you any day and i'm so sorry if I made you feel otherwise.a-and if your ever upset again don't be afraid to say something cause I promise I won't act like a dick again."he nervously rambled on.

I wish I had it in me to stay mad at him but I couldn't.i know this apology was just so I wouldn't leave him lonely and he would pull something stupid in a few weeks.but I can't help it.i'm in love with him and there's nothing I can do about it.

✧MONDAY MORNING

my eyes screwed shut almost immediately after they fluttered open, the bright sunlight causing this.i turned my head around to the best of my abilities to see if chris was awake and it didn't seem like it. I turned my head back and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "you're finally awake."Chris said from behind me,startling me a little.

I hummed a small 'mhm' before trying to get up but to my dismay he pulled me back down to my previous spot. "I have to pee."I giggled.

"pee later"he mumbled, pulling me closer if possible.

"yea no thank you"I said before breaking out of his limp arms grasp and standing up to go to the bathroom.taking a mental note of my sore legs from last night.

"I see you limping!"he teased once I got into the bathroom.

"oh fuck off"I lightly shouted back.once I washed my hands I began walking towards his door, the idea of food in mind.

"Where are you going?"he asked from his now sat up place.holding himself up on his elbows.

"I'm hungry"I said while throwing on my sweatpants that had been tossed here last night.

When I got up the stairs Nick turned his head to me.shock and disappointment coated his face. "Okay I thought we agreed you hated him?"he questioned.Keeping his voice low knowing Chris was still in the house.

"ugh I know but he texted me last night and told me to come over and then one thing led to another and...look he apologized."I tried to reason.nick though, was not having any of this.i made my way over to the fridge and grabbed my strawberry smoothie from Thursday that had been left here by accident.Taking a sip from it while I turned around to face my best friend again.

"yea and he apologized last time, and the time before that, and the time before that.you have to let him go y/n.he's not good for you."Nick explained to me.I know he was right but I couldn't just get over him.I wasn't the type of person to just get over stuff like that.

"Well last night seemed genuine, okay?I seriously think he meant it.''I said before footsteps were heard coming from chris' bedroom which ended me and Nick's conversation.

Chris hugged me from behind and kissed the top of my head.nick shot me a "you need help" look and I couldn't do much besides give him a "yea I know" look back.the brothers began conversing but it was more like background music to me.

I know nick is right, he’s not good for me.but I can't help it.everytime I look into his eyes I feel like i'm sinking deeper in this pit of love I dug so long a ago for him.i hated that I loved him and how I knew he was gonna do me wrong.but with his arms wrapped around me like they were right now I can't help but leave that as a problem for future me.

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𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗢𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦

[𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴠᴇ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴏᴜꜱᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

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PLAYLIST:

On dat bxtch by lumi athena

Swimming pools by Kendrick Lamar or lloyd version

The party and the after party (Sango remix) by the weeknd

All mine by plaza

Nightcrawler by Travis scott

On the floor by removeface

Swim by chase atlantic

Into it by chase atlantic

[I RECOMMEND THE SLOWED VERSION]

BEFORE READING

- I wanted to say that english is not my first language so if I make some mistakes tell me lol

- this is not really my first story but im trying to write something different and also hope you like it :3

IM GONNA MAKE A CHRIS ONE IF Y'ALL WILL LIKE THIS

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-Are you ready?- my friend Yve asks me after knocking at the door of my room

-yeah, almost done!- I reply -i just need to wear my pants!- I wear them as quickly as possible and open the entrance

-finally!- she rools her eyes quite annoyed by the fact that I made her wait a bit too much -We had to be at the carnival almost 15 minutes ago…-

-sorry, sorry, sorryyyy!- I take my bag and her hand -we’re gonna absolutely run there- and we do as I said, sprinting through the people that are in the streets trying not to hit them

Well…

it didn't work…

-oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!- i apologize as I head myself to my friend who is far from me

-damn, it took you hours to arrive-

-its already much if I'm still alive- I take deep breaths because of the long run I had

After some seconds I recompose myself and look up seeing the amazing carousels that I was waiting to go on since the end of the school

My favorites are the musik express and the tagada

They're the best!

My friend actually finds them boring but still goes with me for unknown reasons, maybe just to keep me company

-come on!- Yve runs leaving me alone

-oh, you bitch!- I laugh and follow her

We first go near the tagada

I notice two boys on it

They both look so alike but one has quite long hair and a hat, they're probably twins

-Yve? Why are they the only ones on it?- I turn my head to watch her

-they’re the owner's kids- she replies -they do this to test the carousel to see if it has some problems, you know-

I return my eyes back on the two of them

-Nick! Make this thing start!- the one with the hat screams at another person that looked like them in the control box

-okay, Chris!- he presses some buttons and the machine moves

The boys are still standing at the center of it

-Matt, are you ready?- Chris screams

-Yes, i am!- he smiles a little

The carousel starts to move and the brothers do the most insane things to not fall down of it

One of them does a backflip

-wow!- Yve whispers -they’re really good-

-i could never- I chuckle

I would probably be at the hospital if I even tried to stand on it for a second

After some other crazy backflips and shit the carousel stops

Matt looks at me in the eyes and I feel myself getting this crazy feeling that I almost never had in my entire life

He smirks and winks at me

“Wait…did he REALLY do that to me?”

-Matt, we gotta help Nick with the tickets- Chris points at the control box where the poor boy is being pressured selling tickets to hundreds of people

-yeah…- the brunette looks at me a last time and heads to the other brothers

“he's so fin-Y/N! Stop having crushes on random people that show you affection,okay?” my cheeks get red at the thought of the last gesture that the man did

“but still…what if he wasn't doing that to me? What if I'm just being delusional? what if-”

My thoughts get interrupted by my friend

-girl, are you okay? You're blushing like crazy right now!- she laughs

-stop! It's better if we go try the attractions- we head to the nearest one

*one hour later*

It's time to (finally) go on the tagada

Yve pays her ticket and sits on the first free place she found

-it’s 3 dollars- Nick tells me and I take the money to give him

-Wait!- I look at the boy's side and I see matt -i’ll pay her ticket-

At those words I smile -don’t worry it's just 3 dollars!-

-nah, you shouldn't worry- he hands me the ticket -come on!-

I take it a bit reluctantly and sit far from my friend since almost all the good places got taken

I begin to hold myself tight to not slip/fall

Like I said before, my friend is literally unbothered by all of this

She doesn't even hold much most of the times

Maybe I'm too scared, i should be relaxed like her

I'm not gonna die for a stupid game after all

SWIMMING POOLS BY KENDRICK LAMAR PLAYS

My favorite song starts and I smile looking at Yve that mouths "im here just because of you"

I rool my eyes and we both laugh

-okay, ladies and gentlemen or whatever! The ride is initiating so hold yourself and have fun!- Nick states in the microphone

The two brothers are the last to enter

They both positionate in the middle, Matt right in front of me

He smiles and i do so too

“I'm 100 percent sure now that he's flirting with me” I think

Nobody ever flirted with me, people always tried to avoid being near me

Except Yve

She sees the real me and Im really grateful for that

The carousel starts and I feel quite nervous

It first spins around not too fast but some seconds after it forces some thrusts

As always, I was about to fall from the seat

Meanwhile Matt and Chris where perfectly standing and occasionally jumping to avoid the thrusts

I was watching them thinking that I wanted to learn how to do that too

I manage to not slip for almost the whole time

The ride was about to end and Nick announces the last round

I turn to mouth to my friend “help me” and she replies with “its all right”

The carousel spins around really fast and I try my best to stay where I am

Suddenly Matt loses balance and bumps into me

It didn't hurt much fortunately and he sits beside me

The game stops, making everyone stand up and head to the exit

I was about to too but the boy takes my hand

-i…I wanted to apologize for what happened- he says -did I hurt you?-

-im fine, don't worry!- I smile -and thanks again for the ticket-

-no problem, babe- he smirks

I feel myself exploding mentally and almost physically

-well…I have to go, see you- I leave and he follows me

-can't you stay a bit more?- I turn to face him

-i should be with my friend actually…-

I stop to think

This boy is trying to flirt with me and he's also my type

Yve will understand

I take my phone and text her

•YVE• •YOU•

You can go without me,

I'll explain later

fine...

✅(read)

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-okay, now I can- his face seems to enlighten at my words

-great! Wanna take a drink?- I nod a yes and we head to the nearest bar

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𖥔 GET YOU!

part 1

summary: after so many months without contact, Chris and Y/N end up meeting again at a party, however, Chris is too upset, and ends up revealing all the truth to Y/N

warnings: little angst, drunk, crying, fluff, kissing, HAPPY ENDINGG!!

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Y/N’s POV

It's been a long time since the last time I didn't leave my apartment.

I was decomposing, just existing without any reason to live.

My friends have been comforting me for all these months, and now they are convincing me to move on and live my life.

It would be difficult for me, even if so many months had passed, the breakup was still very recent for me, and I couldn't get over it at all.

I took a deep breath, arranging a black dress from my closet, extremely stylish, and soon I noticed the mess that was my room and my apartment in total, I tried to make a good arrangement in everything giving a much better appearance to the place, soon I take a relaxing and necessary shower, fixing my hair making small curls with the babyliss, I put on the dress and a black boot with a half high heel.

I leave my room seeing my friends waiting for me to go to the party, everyone praises me making me feel good about myself, I loved them for always being with me. It took us a few minutes and arrived at the place where the party would be, it was basically a celebration of the 1 million of a youtuber named Tara Yummy, these months I was totally off the Internet, so I didn't know her very well, but my friends were close to her and were invited to this party, and soon she said that they could take an escort, and here I am, in front of the door receiving some incredulous and nods looks from some influencers and youtubers that I knew on account of Chris.

I followed my friends until I bumped into someone, I come across in surprise seeing Nick, who lavashed a big smile when he saw me and soon brought me to a long hug, which made me surprised, I return the hug and soon Nick starts talking to me

━━━ Girl, I missed you like so fucking much! ━━━ He spoke happily, while I gave a kind smile, it was good to see Nick, after all, he was my best friend.

━━━ I missed you too, like fuck! ━━━ Our conversation flowed until I felt someone grabbing Nick and whining, it was Chris.

I was paralyzed the second I hit my eyes on him, I could already imagine that I would see him, but not this way.

I could be being very stupid right now, but I was getting worried about Chris' situation, he was really drunk.

The brunette begins to whine incomprehensible things as he started to cry, grabbing Nick and not even noticing my presence.

━━━ I need her back, Nick, everything I need it’s Y/N! ━━━ When I hear these words coming out of Chris' mouth, my expression is totally in shock, all these months in which I thought I was suffering alone, did Chris also suffer?

I was too confused, tears threatened to fall from my eyes, and Chris finally realizes my presence, starting to cry even more and babble things that I didn't understand because he was too drunk.

━━━ Please forgive me, Y/N, I love you! ━━━ The tears that threatened to fall finally spilled, staining my makeup done, I didn't believe what I heard, I waited months for the day Chris would come back to me, even though I thought it was impossible, I wanted him to come back, and he came back. ━━━ Forgive me for acting like a pussy, for being rude, for not grabbing you that morning and telling you how sorry I was and how much I loved and love you! Forget me, Y/N. ━━━ I approach Chris and lean our lips, giving a deep kiss full of love and regret.

Chris put his hands on my cheek and deepened our kiss asking for permission with his tongue, which was soon allowed, our lips moved in sync, as if they were made for each other.

I separated myself from our kiss, leaving our foreheads glued together.

━━━ I love you, Chris. ━━━ The effect of alcohol seems to have decreased and soon I go and slap Chris on the head repressing him. ━━━ Never do that again, do you understand, Sturniolo?

━━━ Yes, ma'! ━━━ We were in a deep eye contact just taking advantage of the moment. ━━━ I love you. ━━━ He said giving me a little kiss on the lips and staring at my face again while caressing my cheek.

Every time I look into your eyes i see it, you’re all I need.

That was cute, but I didn't like this one very much 😭😭😭😭

I’m sorry if there are spelling mistakes!

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Uh hi! So I know you usually do ship stuff, but I am desperate for some Isaac Henderson angst content. I’ve found a few here and there but most of them aren’t actually super angsty and a lot somehow feel more about the other characters even if they’re meant to be about Isaac. They’re good but nothings really scratched that itch so far. Could you write something using #12 from the angsty dialogue prompts? Or honestly if you’d rather not do that one, any one of the prompts would be great. I’ll leave it up to you what exactly it’s about and who the line is directed at, I just wanna see my fave go through it.

hello!! i'm sorry this took so long! i would like to clarify that i started it ages ago, but it was at less than 1000 words yesterday evening, and then it was finished at 2am last night. (i got so into it i'm currently in the mindset of "that's it, i'm going to try and post at least a fic a week now 😤", but we will see if that actually happens.) so, i hope if nothing else it's sufficiently angsty and not too ooc. you did give me quite a bit of freedom, and it remains unclear if that was a good choice or not 😅 anyway, enjoy!!

12. "Help me."

Post-prom, Isaac felt out of sorts. 

His situation with James and his odd encounter at Elle’s exhibition had been eye-opening, to say the least. Angela Chen’s Ace still resided on his nightstand, though he’d finished reading it two days after lifting it from the library. He couldn’t bring himself to return it just yet; he found himself going back to it at night, rereading sections over again as if they would tell him something new, feeling he was still missing something. And anyway, they were still on summer holidays. The school wouldn’t miss it for now. 

No one seemed to be missing him much, either.

It was becoming more noticeable, this summer break, how he was the odd one out. He’d been aware his friends were essentially coupled off for months now, and Paris had cemented it, but Paris had also kept them stuck together as a group. 

(Plus, most of the Paris trip had been before things had become royally awkward with James, but he was mostly avoiding thinking about all that.)

The situation with Darcy had understandably taken a bit of a priority in the past couple of weeks, but it didn’t explain the shift that had seemed to happen within all his friends since prom. Isaac had figured for a while that Elle would be leaving, and he assumed it was why she and Tao had been attached at the hip. He didn’t begrudge them it, really. He had watched them pine over each other long enough that leaving them this time together felt warranted. Besides, it wasn’t like they were asking Charlie to movie nights recently, either. 

But it also wasn’t likely Charlie was waiting to be asked, these days. He and Nick had seemingly re-entered their honeymoon phase, which was fair given that they finally could be as coupley as they wanted wherever and whenever they wanted. Isaac just found it odd that it seemed to be more since prom than Nick’s coming out, but he was not going to ask about that. It made sense he didn’t want to think about. The intense, somewhat dark cloud that seemed to still hang over Nick around Charlie was more worth questioning, but it was also part of what kept Isaac from encroaching on them recently. 

Everyone seemed to have something going on. His going-ons felt a little unworthy, in comparison. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling shit about himself because he didn’t want to put an extra burden on his friends and it was a bit sad he considered his feelings a burden, or if that was an excuse for not having to talk about it because he didn’t really know how and it was making him feel shit. 

So, yes. Out of sorts. 

Out of sorts and alone, most of the time. 

He was not in the habit of pitying himself, however, and he was not about to start now. So what if he was having some life-defining realisations about himself and he had no one to share them with? He’d coped with life mostly on his own so far and he’d continue to do so. 

And he was coping. Perfectly. 

Kind of. 

Sitting in one of his best friend’s houses, surrounded by their other friends and staring into a book was how he always coped, so this was perfectly normal. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t absorbing the words and everyone seemed louder than usual. He hadn’t been sleeping well. He was tired. That’s all he was feeling. 

Tara tugged at his foot from where she and Darcy were perched on the floor by his armchair. “Isaac, we're gonna play a boardgame. Put the book down and come join us!”

Isaac looked, but Tao and Elle were still wrapped up in each other in the corner and Nick and Charlie were nowhere in sight. He raised an eyebrow at Tara. “We are?”

“Yes! Nick and Charlie are away to get them right now, so come get comfy.”

Darcy snorted. “Good idea, because we could be waiting for a bit.”

Tara slugged her shoulder and Darcy only giggled again. 

“Shouldn't they have passed the honeymoon phase by now?” Isaac asked, lowering his book slightly but not yet closing it. 

“Nick and Charlie?” Tara grinned. “I'm not sure those two will ever come out of it.”

“Well, I can't say I don't understand,” Darcy quipped, leaning in to Tara with a grin. Tara turned towards her, and their smiles melded as they kissed.

Isaac snapped his book closed. “Actually, I think I'll go to the loo while we're waiting.”

No one gave any sign of hearing him, so Isaac slipped quietly out of the room and up to the bathroom. He rolled his eyes at the giggles coming from Charlie's room and didn't pause. Closing the bathroom door behind him, he finally released a sharp breath. He perched himself on the edge of the bath and pulled out his phone.

Instagram was a distraction he did not often indulge in. His follow count was small—only his friends and favourite authors alongside a small cluster of bookstagrammers he'd found to have good taste. He saved a couple of recommendation posts, then began clicking through stories, pausing when he reached James's. 

The story was almost timed out, all of it from last night, seemingly at a party. Isaac had stopped on a video where James appeared to be singing along to the song playing with another boy. In the middle of it, the boy had swooped forward to kiss James on the cheek. 

Isaac stared at James’s delighted expression and something complicated clenched in his chest. He quickly locked the phone and set it beside him, directing his focus to the wall. 

It was good, he rationalised. James was wonderful; he deserved to be going out and having fun, and he deserved, without question, to have a handsome boy having fun with him. Whether they were friends or something more didn't matter, but the something more definitely seemed possible, if not likely. And James deserved someone who could give him that. 

Isaac had not been able to give him that—did not want to give anyone that, could not derive any joy from it, even from the chance of it giving joy to someone else. 

He was not incapable of love. He knew that. When he looked at his family, when he looked at Charlie and Tao and Elle, he was always so full of love he felt he might explode from it. It wasn't romantic, and it wasn't physical, but it was love, in its purest form it seemed, to him, given he did not want anything in return for it but their happiness and their continued place in his life. 

It was love, uncomplicated, unconditional love, and why wouldn't that be enough? 

He never seemed to be enough. 

He always did what he could to be a good son and a good friend, and he had never doubted it until recently. James had been one of those good friends. He still was, as far as Isaac was concerned, but their relationship had undeniably changed. Maybe it was simply in an awkward phase that would pass, but Isaac, at the moment, could not believe it would ever be the same. For a time, James had been something of his best friend—not because Isaac liked him more than Charlie or Tao or Elle, or because he really spent more time with him, but because James was Isaac’s friend in a way they were not. They spent time together, the two of them, and shared interests the two of them, and when they had been together they had not felt the need for any company outside of the two of them. 

But that had not meant the same to James as it had to Isaac, and Isaac could not give him anything more. He understood that his rejection would not be taken without consequence, but he hadn't been prepared to be, in a way, rejected in return. 

Was this all he would ever achieve? Having friends who would always be somewhat distant—who would always have someone closer, someone better—or having someone close who would eventually want that closeness in a way he did not. Before, he'd worried he was not worthy of that want to begin with. Never had he thought it would be his inability to return it that would be the issue. Could he be upset, that it was his not wanting to be too close that lost him all closeness as a result? 

He was alone on an island of his own making. He couldn't blame anyone for leaving him there if he wasn't going to invite them in, could he? 

Was this, then—alone in the bathroom of his best friend's house with his phone locked beside him and tears in his throat—all he was destined for? 

Isaac Island, party of one. 

A knock on the door startled him, and he swore quietly as he knocked his phone onto the tiles. As he picked it up, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and blanched. There were no tears, but his eyes were red and his face was blotchy and the tears were waiting in his throat, they surely would be there if he went back downstairs to—

Another knock.

“One—one minute,” he tried, clearing his throat when his voice cracked. He quickly turned on the tap and ran his hands and wrists under the cool water, but it did nothing to steady his breathing. The thought of his aloneness had choked him, but the thought of returning into company strangled him. It was not his friends’ fault—he refused to make it his friends’ fault—but at the moment, he couldn't bear them all the same. 

He cupped more cold water in his hands and scrubbed it over his face, but it did not shock him out of the spiral of his thoughts. The third knock barely registered over the growing ringing in his ears. 

“Isaac?” Not Charlie, like Isaac had thought. Not Nick either, or Tara, or any of them. “Are you okay? I'd really like to use the loo.”

His island, he thought deliriously, was sinking; he was drowning, and still, he could do nothing but soak his hands under the tap and soak his face in turn and suck in breaths that did not hold enough oxygen. He was drowning, he was sinking, he could not see it but his body felt it and his lungs were going to seize, he was dying—

He cut the knocking off by throwing open the door and gasping, “Help me.”

Isaac had one second to appreciate Tori’s bewildered expression before it turned serious and she took to action. “Isaac? Hey. Look at me.” She set her hands on his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around his middle, still heaving. “I'm assuming you didn't just get diagnosed with asthma,” Tori said, still impossibly calm—perhaps he was actually the sea, he thought, undefinable and raving, and she the island, unravagable. Isaac shook his head. “Alright. I think, then, this is likely a panic attack. Would it help if I get Charlie?”

Isaac shook his head more vigorously. 

To her credit, Tori only considered him for a few seconds, and didn't argue. She guided him back into the bathroom and gently kicked the door closed. “Sit,” she told him. He did, and she crouched in front of him. Immediately, with his knees pulled to his chest and the bath supporting his back, it was better. He was not so adrift. “You're alright. It will pass. I know it's stupid, but you really do just have to focus on breathing.”

She started counting. It was only when she'd repeated the numbers four times that he understood she was telling him how long to breathe in and out for. Then he tried to follow it, and slowly, air felt like it was moving through him regularly again. 

Isaac wiped at his cheek. To his embarrassment, his fingers came away damp. He didn't look at Tori, but he said, “Thank you.” Then, “Sorry.”

She didn't brush off his apology, or tell him to get out now so she could actually use the loo—both of which would have been fair and not unexpected responses. Instead, she turned and sat next to him. She leaned against the bath to his left, a few inches between their shoulders, and stared at the wall quietly with him. 

When his skin stopped vibrating, he tucked his arms around his middle again and breathed out. “How did you know what to do?” he asked. 

She glanced at him and shrugged. “I didn't, really.”

It was all she offered, but it seemed honest. Isaac decided not to push. He was too grateful to care much. 

“Do you want to tell me what it was about?” she asked, softly. 

Isaac looked over at her. She was looking back, unsmiling but not unhappy. She reminded him a lot of Charlie, Isaac had always thought. They seemed similar in ways they likely weren't even aware of. It was both comforting and unnerving. “Do you really want me to?”

Tori shrugged again. “I'd prefer it if you told Charlie or your other friends, because I think that would be more helpful. But I don't think you want to. So you can tell me, if you need to tell someone.”

That was—exactly what Isaac needed, really. He didn't exactly think it should be Tori. They'd known each other a while, and they liked each other well enough, but they weren't friends. Plus, Isaac knew she and Charlie were actually close; it felt weird and unfair to tell her something and then ask her to keep it from him. 

But in this moment, he could not think of a better option, and the mere thought of getting the weight off his chest was a relief. 

“I think I'm going to end up alone,” he said, blunt and ridiculous. Tori, completely fairly, raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “Not because I think I'm unlovable or something like that.” Although that was part of it. “But because—” Could he say the actual words? “—I think I'm asexual, and aromantic, so I don't think I'll ever love love anyone, and I think that means I'll always be a bit alone.”

He could. 

It still seemed sad and pathetic when he said it out loud, maybe even more so, but the act of it—the unretractable reality of it—settled something in him. 

Tori's expression, a little confused but free of judgement, only added to that feeling. “So, you don't feel romantic or sexual attraction,” she said slowly. “At all. Is that what you mean?”

Isaac was vaguely impressed. He nodded. 

“When did you figure this out?”

Isaac took a long, heavy breath. “I think, properly, I started to figure it out in Paris, when I realised this guy liked me and I was trying to figure out if I liked him back? But I think I'd been starting to realise it long before then. I just…hadn't known what to call it, or what it meant.”

Tori, he noticed gratefully, took time to process this before nodding. “And now?”

Isaac blinked. “Now?”

“What do you think it means now?”

Oh. Isaac hadn't expected the question, and he found himself unsure of how to answer. “I think it means I'm always going to be lonely.”

Tori tilted her head. “But you didn't think that before.”

“What?”

“You said you don't think you're unlovable. And I agree. I think Charlie loves you a lot. I think most people would, because you are a very nice person. You didn't think of that as less important because it wasn't romantic before. What changed?”

Changed? Nothing. Everything. They were growing up, and love had more meanings when you grew up, and some of those meanings became less important. He looked at the wall again. “They have other people they love more,” he said softly. 

“And you won't ever have that,” Tori returned, equally soft. Not a barb, not a rebuke, nothing negative at all. Just realising; working through it alongside him. “So you think you won't ever be the most important person to someone.”

Isaac swallowed, unable to answer. Not because he didn't know the answer—because it was yes, it was true, she was right, of course she was—but because it was impossible to admit. 

“I think that's the case for most people,” Tori said, at once blunt and thoughtful. Isaac looked back at her, awaiting an explanation. “Think about it. Even the most in love people usually have children, and then their children are the most important people, or at least equally important. And if they have more than one child, no one of them is the most important, and neither of the parents are the most important to the other. I think, instead of having one supremely important person, most people have a group of important people in their life.”

She looked over at him and continued. “There probably are different levels and different kinds of importance, but I don't think that necessarily means one is worth less than the other.”

Isaac sat, for a moment, and absorbed that. Could it be true? He thought of his family. He was lucky, in that scenario. His parents were kind, were wonderful, and he knew without question that they loved him, and he loved them. Neither one of them, he realised, was more important to him than the other. He had different relationships with them both, but each of their losses would leave an equally sized hole in his heart. 

He knew that probably wasn't the same for most people, but if he could find that one example in his own life so easily, he couldn't deny it was possible in others. 

“I suppose,” Isaac said. “I think I know what you mean. I don't think it's the same, but—I know what you mean.”

Tori did smile, now. A barely there thing, but warm and kind, all the same. “It probably isn't the same. I know me saying I love my brothers equally and neither of them are less important doesn't mean anything for your friends treating you the same as their partners, or even other friends. But I think—every relationship is as important as you make it. And sometimes, people might not know they aren't making it important, if they don't know what's important about it to you.”

“Has important stopped sounding like a real word to you, too?” Isaac asked. 

“About six ‘important’s ago,” Tori agreed. 

Isaac laughed, and his relief grew. Tori's smile also grew, just a tick. 

“You're saying I should just talk to my friends,” Isaac noted, eventually, and Tori's smile grew wry. 

“I did say that at the very beginning, yes.” Isaac laughed again, and she shook her head. “But I am saying you should explain to them. I can't promise you're wrong, or tell you everything will be fine,” she said truthfully. “But I don't think you can assume people can't give you what you need, if you don't tell them what that is and let them try.”

Isaac’s chest tightened again, but it was different to the breathless feeling from before. Instead of hopelessness, it was an anticipatory sort of buzz. There was a sureness that hadn't been there before. 

There was a clatter from outside, and this time it was Charlie's voice that called out. “Isaac! Are you still up here? We have the game set up.”

Isaac looked from the door back to Tori. She gave him another smile and nodded. “Go on. I have really needed to pee for about ten minutes now.”

Isaac laughed, again, and got to his feet. Tori passed his phone up to him, and he thanked her once more. He knew she could tell he meant for everything, and she wouldn't appreciate him making more of it, so he took his leave without another word, leaving her to pee in peace. 

Charlie was hovering at the top of the stairs. His face broke into a smile at Isaac’s appearance. “There you are. You've been up here ages.” His smile drooped slightly as Isaac came closer. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Isaac nodded. “Sorry, I got caught talking to Tori.”

“In the bathroom?” Charlie huffed, bewildered but amused. For a moment Isaac pictured Tori's expression when he'd opened the door to her, and he smiled. 

He only hesitated for a second before saying, “I wanted to talk to all of you about something, actually.”

Immediately, Charlie's expression softened. “Yeah?” When Isaac nodded, Charlie smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, tugging him towards the staircase. “Come on, then. The game can wait.”

[hicomsstuff]

Enemies to lovers

Summary: your best friends with Nick and Chris after you meet them at a party, but you and Matt don't get along at all but you still see him often because Chris, nick and Matt all live together. then a random weekend night you come stumbled across Matt at his house..

Warnings: smut, swearing, pet names, fingering, sex, hickeys, being drunk, (let me know if I have missed something)

You have always hated Matt but started having feelings for him but, you never stopped seeing him because you are best friends with his brothers. Then on a random Saturday night you come into his house without asking

"Chris..nick?" You say while falling over because of how drunk you are "what the fuck y/n!!, it's 1 am in the morning, why are you here?!" Matt yells at you

"Where's nick or Chris..?" "They are on a trip and I stayed home, that's not the point why the fuck are you here??"

"I'm really drunk..my boyfriend broke up with me as well" suddenly Matt feels a soft spot for you "I can clearly see your drunk...oh and I'm sorry your boyfriend broke up with you"

You start to feel really sick "Matt I need to throw up!" Matt rushes you to the sink and you luckily get there in time "gosh..are you okay?"

"No...I'm heartbroken" you say while breaking down in his arms "let's get you to bed"

Matt puts you in bed and takes your shoes off "thank you, Matt" you say while smiling then hugging him

"It's okay, anything for you" you start to gasp "don't you hate me?"

"Yeah but-" before he can finish his sentence you pull him for a kiss but instead of him pulling away or pushing you

He kisses you back "I think i love you, y/n"

"Don't worry, me too Matt" both of you continue to lay down while cuddling

(The next day)

"Good morning, sweetheart. You remember last night hmm?" Matt says whispering

"Yeah I do...so you have feelings for me??" You ask "I'm madly in love with you, y/n"

"I am as well, I think i...want to be with you" "hmmm really now?" Matt teases you "yes I am, please I want to be with you" you beg him

"I do too..but you just got broken up with, I don't want to make things worse for you"

"I know..but I uh" "what is it sweetie?" "I um...I've liked you for a while now"

"Wait actually?" Matt says while smirking "mhm yeah I have so personally I don't think it will affect me, baby"

Matt starts to get an excited feeling in his stomach "well...you belong to me now, princess."

You and Matt start kissing aggressively until you both hear the front door open

"Oh shit!!, I forgot that Chris and nick would be home today.."

"Well, we'll have to tell them we are dating at some point so why not do it right now?"

"I mean, you are right. C'mon let's go" you and Matt walk out of his bedroom and down stairs, you both see Chris and nick and both of you start to hold hands

"Uhh why are you guys holding hands...?" Nick and Chris ask

"Well, uh we are dating" you say with fear because you think they will get mad

"Fucking finally!! It took you guys long enough" nick says "yeah nicks right, but y/n what happened to your boyfriend??" Chris asks

"Oh we broke up" "shit I'm so sorry, but honestly Matt is wayyy better so no need to worry!"

Matt chuckles to himself and you and Matt go upstairs to his bedroom again

"Gosh, that was kinda stressful.." you say "oh yeah? I'll help take some stress off you, darling"

Matt starts to pull down your sweatpants as well as your underwear

"Shittt..your already so wet, fuck I love you" Matt unbuckles his pants and pulls them down and he takes his shirt off

He starts to take your shirt and bra off as well so your fully naked, Matt starts to put two fingers in you and he kisses your tits

"Fuck Matt.." you whisper in his ear "want more baby?" I nod my head until he says "darling, use your words."

"Please Matt, give me more. I'll fucking beg you for it if I have too.."

"Good girl." Matt puts his throbbing tip on your clit, getting ready to put it in you

You moan loudly and look at him as a sign to put it in

Matt finally puts it in "shit, ma...your taking it so well, keep on going for me" you nod your head and try not to moan too loudly because Chris and nick are home

"Matt, I need to cu-" you say while breathing heavily but before you finish talking Matt puts his hand on your mouth

"Do you think you can stay quiet for me?" Matt asks while smirking "yes.",

"Good." Matt pulls out and goes down to your clit and licks up all your mess you've made

"You taste so fucking good, baby. It's unbelievable" Matt says while kissing you making you taste yourself

Matt puts your clothes back on and he just puts his boxers back on and nothing else

Matt starts to give you hickeys on your neck and chest "Matt your gonna give me hickeys"

"I know, baby. I'm marking you up so you remember that you belong to me if you need to be put in your place"

You and Matt start to fall asleep

(2 hours later)

You start to wake up while Matt's still sleeping "I need a drink of water, I'ma go downstairs" you start walking out of Matt's bedroom completely forgetting you have hickeys all on your neck

"Oh hey y/n!" Nick and Chris say while watching a tv show "hey!" You say replying back

Then nick notices something on your neck and realise it's a bunch of hickeys "y/n..you have heaps of hickeys on your neck?" Nick says while chuckling to himself

"Looks like someone had fun.." Chris says while trying not to laugh

"Oh shit...uhh" "it's fine we really don't care" "oh okay..haha" you say with a reliefed tone in your voice

You start to head up stairs again and go back to Matt's room

You lay back down with him and he pulls you in to cuddle then you both sleep for the rest of the afternoon

[lover-girl-estxx]

Him?!

not mine

one day to fight

Today was Media day the boy were in different room both doing interviews "everyones gonna break 15 minutes we'll come back together" Conor nodded and stood up "i'm gonna go get something to eat i'll be back in a bit" "okay" Dee said with a smiled. I walked down the hall to Nates room "oh sorry wrong room" I smiled. "hi" Nate said coming out of the room "hi" I smiled and hugged him "I was thinking you wanna go to dinner tonight?" he asked "sure! can you? don't you have weight to cut?" he shook his head "no i'm good i can just only have dinner" "okay i'm down let me know what time" "okay sounds good" "i'm gonna go eat right now and go do some editing so i'll see you later" "okay baby Love you" "Nate-" Nick said coming out of the room Nate turned around "isn't the Conors sister?" Nate put a hand over his mouth making me laughed "okay love you too bye" I said "love you?' Nick asked as Nate laughed and pushed him into the room.

I was now back doing photos for Conor

Nate<3: they're not taking that very well

Y:I thought you said they wouldn't care?

Nate <3: I thought they wouldn't, idk what to do.....Rich is saying I have late night training so ig no dinner tonight

Y: that's okay I get it fight week and all, jlmk if your coming to my hotel late

Nate<3: okay I will..and will most likely gonna text you threw the day

*you hearted Nate <3 message*

"your water cut off just started Conor" I said as he drank from his water bottle by our stuff "fook" he whispered setting it down, I went back to setting up lighting "who's Nate?" he asked looking down at my phone "hey don't look at my phone" I said going over and taking it from him "who is it? they asking for photos you took last week" "yeah it's -um my friend from California I just took photos of us at the beach" "in March in north california you went to the beach?" "um yeah you just went for sunset photos" "and who's Nate i've never heard of him" "no I think i've told you about him he-um- he's been my friend for awhlie" "and there's a heart next to his name just for fun? what does he do?" "he-" "Conor come feel the babys kicking!" he turned and went to her I sighed and mouthed a thank you.

Y: Conor almost found out we can not

Nate <3: dude how?

Y: your text Dee saved your ass

Nate <3: my ass? more like yours lol....we could tell him before the fight then just beat the shit out of each other might help us in the long run

Y: i'll have to think about that..... think after so it's a fair fight hes not so angry

| Next Day |

Y: i'm meet my family for a dinner before the fight..am I gonna see you before you guys fight?

Nate<3: just come to my locker room when you get to there

Y:you sure?

Nate <3: yeah....I know your nervous but everything is gonna work out I promise, just think of it like were sparring

Y: okay i'll see you later thank you love you<3

Nate <3: love you

I was stressing my brother and my boyfriend are fighting in six hours I was scared of them hurting each other bad, i'm nervous if Nate wins how much my brother will hate him after and Nate maybe the same. Dee came to my hotel room with her outfit and the makeup artist Conor got us, Conor spends money on the dumbest stuff sometimes. "your nervous yeah?" she asked "yeah..I just don't know what's gonna happen with everything" "you really like him?" I smiled "I love him he's kind and everything you would want..I just don't want things to be weird with Con" "at the end of the day you don't live for Conor you live for your self and it might be weird..but you love Nate and he treats you good your loyalty is to yourself not Conor okay?" I smiled and sighed "yeah thanks Dee I really needed that" she smiled and nodded.

We all set at the long table for dinner "how ya feelin' Con" I asked "I feel great i'm gonna wipe the floor with that little dork" he chuckled, I faked a laugh "you okay ya haven't been around a lot this week" he added "been workin' a lot people want more since the fight change" he nodded "okay you've been doing good thank you" I nodded "of course". "family photo!" Con said standing up we all got in the photo I was next to my mom who was next to Conor.

Conor was warming up the co-main event are about to walk out "Conor i'm running to get a drink before you lock in" he nodded. I walked down the hall, Nate said he just sits and waits for his fights so it was fine for me to see him. I knocked on his locker room door, he opened the door and he wrapping his arms around my waist mine his neck "you okay?" I asked "yeah i'm good are you good" I nodded "I don't believe you" he said softly he pulled away looking at me my eyes kinda watered "nothing Nate i'm being dumb" I dabbed my eyes "no it's okay..I couldn't imagine if Nick was fighting you" we both laughed "thanks" he made me look at him " I love you anything's gonna be fine in an hour this will be over and you never have to do this again k?" I nodded "I love you too," he kissed me "i'm sorry I can't cheer for you and i'll text you after" "okay mamas" I kissed his cheek before grabbing a drink and going back to Conors locker.

The fight started they fought Nate had blood dripping down his whole body while still hitting Conor. they went to they're corners I sighed my eyes moving from Conor to Nates as they got cleaned by the cutmen, they went back to the middle starting the second. I put my head into my lap Dee put her hand on my shoulder, cheers started to go and I looked up and Nate had my brother in a RNC, I was happy and sad at the same time. me and Dee went into the cage I hugged Conor "good job Con" I rubbed his back then stepped back to let Dee do the same. I went over and shook Nate's hand with a smiled "good fight Diaz" he smiled and shook my hand "thank you".

We walked back to Cons locker room he just sat on the floor rubbing his head in his own thoughts.

Nate <3: going out at 1 you wanna come?

Y: yeah I'll meet you probably 1:30

Nate<3: sounds good :)

A/n next part will probably be out Wednesday

[thefallennightmare]

Chapter 21 oh my goodness! What an incredible chapter. Angel’s development and coming into her own, from the situation with Trey, and then even opening up with her therapist and ACTUALLY confronting the issues of running away and asking for help on how to actually address the problem spoke VOLUMES… because instead of once again running away from it, although a bit hesitant, she still took that step forward and asked for help. Then Angel’s entire demeanor during the interview. Her inner strength and self worth shined SO much in this chapter and it truly warms my heart that all of the outpouring love and support from everyone around her, Malcom, Chase, The BO boys & roomies, Joe, and of course Noah, have all contributed and awoken Angel and helped her realize that not only does she love all these people around her so much, but they also made her start to realize she loves herself and that she’s worthy of so much more then what she settled on and put up with in the past. I am so proud of Angel and I know that these are just the stepping stones of her really coming into herself and starting to break down all those walls she put up from all the trauma she’s had to go through.

Also, the daily texts of her and Noah… to just remind each other that they love each other. Something so small but also SO meaningful. And THAT TEXT FROM NOAH during the interview?!?!! MY GOD 🥵 and Angel’s texts to Noah 🥵 Her photos she sent to him, again just really gave that feeling of her coming into her own. From being in a relationship with someone who tore her down constantly and made her hide herself completely and cover up her entire body… to now her putting on sexy clothes to show herself off, taking sexy SELFIES like, yeah I’m a hot ass bitch and let me show Noah exactly what I got and what’s his, I am absolutely LIVING for Angel’s energy. I love that she has entered this main character state and is giving the vibe of “I’m in the drivers seat now” 😉 She’s no longer running, instead she’s fully pushing on the driver pedal and no longer hitting the breaks.

Also, the texts and conversations between Joe and Noah. I love that Noah knows and trusts Angel and didn’t even have any second thoughts or doubts at all about Joe and Angel’s friendship. The fact that Joe wanted to reach out to Noah and talk to him to share with him Angel’s growth and strength while being on tour. Gave such big brother vibes and again, I just really love this amazing support system Angel has. All of these people who surround her who love her so much and have really helped her learn to love herself.

Also, Nick’s texts to Angel and calling her Cinderella 🥹 oh my heart. And then Noah spoiling Salem and buying him all the toys and and oversized cat bed 😂 man needs a #1 Cat Dad shirt. AND the touch with the name tag… like are you kidding me?!🥹 SO sweet and then adding the symbols onto Salem’s name tag from TDOPOM… also such a sweet touch. I love how much Noah loves Salem 😭 truly the best bro’s ever.🖤

AND the video Noah sent Angel of him singing The Grey OH MY GOD. Noah sending that text to Angel and calling her sexy and telling her he’s gonna spend the rest of the night thinking of her bossing him around… like YES I AM LIVING FOR THIS SEXUAL TENSION and them TELLING each other exactly what’s on their minds FINALLY. This chapter was SO freaking amazing in every single way. I just love these characters all so much. I’m SO excited for chapter 22. And Nick telling Angel to wear red 😏 like okayyyyy I see you Nick. God just so many good little things all sprinkled through out this chapter. You both truly are so fucking talented and your writing is unlike anything else.

Sorry this was so long, I just had so much I wanted to talk about because there were SO many good and exciting things that happened this chapter. I seriously cannot wait for this next chapter because I KNOW it’s gonna be amazing. Especially with all this sexual tension built up between Angel & Noah from her being on tour, the texts they’ve sent back and forth, Angel sending her sexy selfies to Noah, and now they’re seeing each other in person after all of those events 🥵🥵 God I can’t wait for what’s to come! Thank you both as always for fucking FEEDING us a whole ass buffet this chapter. I’m gonna be going back for seconds, thirds, and 200’s from all the rereading that’s about to take place. Just when I think it can’t get any better, you both drop another fucking banger chapter and blow it out the park. 👏🏻👏🏻

Omg anon, can I just say it was like you knew Sarah and I were feeling so down because this message came at a great time!

You caught 99.9 percent of EVERYTHING. Our hearts are so so full. Thank you. We love you 🖤

Here’s a treat for you.

@thescarlettvvitch