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This is my favorite matt fic thank god I found it again. 🥵🥵🥵

the re-do | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n participates in the triplets' "dirty q&a" video, where she accidentally infers that her experience losing her virginity to matt back in high school had been mediocre. instead of taking offence, matt makes it his mission to show her just how much he has improved since then.

warnings: SMUT; established friendship; m/f oral; unprotected p in v; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hi guys! this is my first ever one shot so pls be gentle with me (i'm genuinely so terrified to post this). it has absolutely NOT been proof read forgive me, but i hope you all enjoy <333

“Guys why am I actually nervous to film this?” Nick proclaimed from his place in the backseat of the car beside me. “No I am genuinely so scared right now.” Replied Chris from the seat in front of me as he began passing out our respective orders from McDonalds.

“We can’t act nervous or else the fans are gonna go even crazier than they already will.” Added Nick as Matt adjusted the camera on the dash. “You’re sure you’re gonna be able to handle the inevitable shit talking that’s gonna come from all this?” Matt asked as he turned to face me in the back. I took a deep breath but nodded. “The more they see me the more desensitized they��ll be. They’ll have to eventually get over it.”

As one of the triplet’s closest girl friends, I had been on the receiving end of a fair amount of hate from their fangirls on the internet. Because I had known them since elementary school, I had been a part of many of their earlier videos when their fans had still been pretty chill about our friendship. But over the past year, a new wave of younger fans had found the videos and had made it their life mission to publicly bash me any chance that they could. It became too much when, a few months ago, one of them decided to spread a rumour that Chris and I had slept together based on nothing other than strategically edited clips of us smiling at each other. It was then that the guys and I had made the decision to keep me as out of the public eye as possible.

However, the guys had sat me down last week to explain how fed up they were with how restricted they felt they had been in their content. They wanted to make an attempt at reclaiming a fandom built primarily of viewers closer to our age, and they thought that the best way to try that was to ignore the petty complaints and make content that they wanted to make. So, since I had been staying with them in Los Angeles for the month, I had agreed to not only be in one of their regular videos, but I had agreed to be in their ‘dirty q&a’ video. I couldn’t lie, I was a bit nervous, but mostly I was excited that my friends were finally confident enough to make videos with more extreme topics.

“Alright guys, ya’ll ready?” Chris asked, intaking a sharp breath while his hand hovered over the record button on the camera. We all responded with a falsely enthusiastic “ready!”, and the camera was turned on.

“Alright, first question,” Nick began after his long-winded introduction filled with disclaimers and explanations for their change in content. “How many people have you slept with?” Already with the first question, it was obvious that the guys were tentative about answering. “Bro I don’t know, next question.” Chris responded, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. “What do you mean by ‘I don’t know’ Chris?” Asked Matt tauntingly. “I mean I haven’t fucking kept track of everyone I’ve slept with.” He responded bluntly, before realizing how bad that had sounded. We all, however, erupted into laughter immediately. “Okay okay it’s not that bad guys I swear, I just have a bad memory is all.” He attempted to remedy his previous answer, but all three of us continued to laugh.

“Matt, how about you?” Asked Nick, to which Matt simply held up five fingers to the camera. “Same with me.” Nick agreed before turning to me. “Y/n? Spill it.” I rolled my eyes before answering truthfully. “Seven.” I shrugged, and I caught Matt’s smiley eyes through the rear view mirror.

“Alright next question is…” Chris was scrolling through the responses to their Instagram threads. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Sixteen�� We all responded in unison, and immediately buckled over in laughter. “Not all at once though ya’ll.” Nick explained through his laughter, while mine and Matt’s eyes flew open and Chris’ laugh turned into hysterics. “Well…” Chris began before he was cut short by the three of us telling him to shut up. “I’m definitely gonna have to cut that one out. Sorry you two fools, I kind of set him up there.” Nick rolled his eyes as he looked between Matt and I.

Ironically enough, the fans had been half right in their rumour about Chris and I sleeping together. I had slept with one of the triplets before, but it wasn’t Chris.

When we were sixteen, Matt and I had decided that we wanted to lose our virginities to each other. It had been a no-strings-attached decision, and our friendship thankfully never wavered after it was done. Both Nick and Chris had already lost theirs that same year, and we had both just kind of wanted to get it over with. Obviously, this piece of information was known only by Matt and I, and of course Chris and Nick since they had barged into the room while we were in bed together. Even though the vindictive side of me would love to have the fans know this piece of information and shatter their dreams, I knew that the fallout would be an absolute nightmare.

“Okay let’s see…” I had been handed Nick’s phone to choose a question to answer and was scrolling through my options. “Here’s a simple one. Favourite position? Mine’s speed bump for sure.” I placed the phone down, satisfied with my confident answer, only to be met with multiple pairs of confused eyes. “I beg your pardon? The fuck is speed bump?” Asked Nick as he took his phone back. “The one where you’re kinda just lying flat on your stomach with the guy behind you. Trust me it’s chef’s kiss.” I responded simply. Chris’ facial expression turned from confusion to one of understanding. “Ohhh yeah that’s a good one.” He replied as he dapped me up. “Great, gonna have to edit that out too unless you want the rumours to get really bad again.” Nick said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit, sorry Nick.” Chris said, giggling slightly.

“Let’s just move on.” Matt said as he began scrolling on his own phone. “Best and worst sexual experiences.” He read off of his screen. There was a moment of silence while we all thought of our answers. “I had a girl throw up on my dick once. The problem is I don’t know if that makes it the worst or the best though.” Said Chris, earning a loud groan from each of us. “You’re sick.” Replied Matt, giving his brother a disgusted look.

“I mean I guess the worst sex would probably be my first time right? Like that makes sense right?” Asked Nick in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Chris’ confession, to which I nodded in agreed response without thinking. I caught Matt’s eyes in the rearview mirror again, this time seeing them filled with a pleading expression. Realizing what I had done, I silently prayed to the universe that my action would go unnoticed by the others. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, my head nod didn’t make it past Chris, which was made incredibly clear when he mumbled to Nick behind his hand that was hiding his smiling mouth from the camera.

“Did you see that?” He asked, and Nick looked confused so he continued, “Y/n agreed with you about her first time.” He managed to get out before erupting into laughter at the expense of his brother. Matt threw his hands up in the air once Nick joined Chris in his giggling, and I winced from my place in the backseat; also mouthing an apology to Matt’s reflection in the mirror.

“Bro come on it was my first time! I guarantee you were trash your first time too.” Matt said in an attempt to repair his ego as he threw his empty cup at Chris. “Maybe so, but I don’t have the girl who I lost it to here in the car to confirm it.” Chris snarked back, playfully nudging Matt’s shoulder. “We all gotta start somewhere dude.” He added when Matt didn’t respond. As Nick continued choking on his own laughter, Matt crossed his arms and stared out the window, very clearly wishing he was anywhere but there in that moment.

“Okay okay,” Nick began catching his breath. “We need to cool it because 90% of that what we just filmed is completely unusable. Let’s please just try to make it through this video without exposing Matt and Y/n’s bumpy sexual history again.” He pleaded as he began scrolling through his phone to find new questions.

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“God, that was rough.” Said Chris as we all climbed out of the parked car. We had finally finished the video. It took us an hour to film, and would still be edited down to just twenty minutes of content where we weren’t exposing big secrets or directly fuelling past rumours.

“At least it’s done. It might be a while before I ever want to do that again.” Nick responded as he opened the garage door leading into their house. “Agreed.” Added Matt from behind me as we climbed the stairs to the main level. We all walked over to the fridge to grab drinks, as if the beverages would clean our dirty mouths.

“Alright,” Chris began after a hefty chug from his Pepsi, “I’m going to my room. Matt, Nick, get on Fortnite with me.” He began descending the stairs. “I’ll get on once I shower Chris. I have a desperate need to scrub this FILTH off of my body.” Replied Nick, and he began walking towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. “Y/n, come upstairs whenever you want to go to sleep and I’ll get off the game.” He called over his shoulder as he disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Matt and I were left alone in the kitchen, him sitting at the table and me sitting on top of the counter in between the stove and the fridge. Swinging my legs carelessly, I decided to break the silence first. “I’m really sorry about all of that in the car Matt. I didn’t mean it.” He looked up at me and chuckled. “Yes you did, and it’s not a big deal. I know I wasn’t great back then.” He responded before taking a drink from his can. I smiled softly at his response but decided to leave it be. There was no use in trying to deny it. The sex was just boring, short, and awkward; the way that most first times are. At least he didn’t take any offence to it.

“You know,” He began after a few moments of silence, his eyes shooting to mine as he stood up from his place at the kitchen table. “I’ve gotten much better.” A playful smirk travelled to his lips as he began walking towards my frozen figure on the counter. He stopped just a few short centimetres away from me, so close that I could reach out and touch any part of him that I wanted. I couldn’t tell if he was fucking with me, until I felt his early signs of arousal press lightly against my knee.

My throat was dry, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Even though Matt and I had slept together when we were younger, the dynamic was much different than now. The proposition came about awkwardly, and we were a fumbling mess with very little understanding of how it felt to be aroused. But in this moment, I was very very aroused just from this conversation.

In my silence, he placed a firm hand on my hip, rubbing his thumb across it gently. “I can do just about anything. Just let me know how you want it and I can give it to you.” My stomach did a somersault at his words, and I felt my panties dampen. He used his free hand to push my legs apart so that he could stand in between them, and my limp hands subconsciously moved up to grab onto his shoulders. At the first sign of my willingness, Matt quickly leaned forward and peppered soft, teasingly slow kisses along my neck. His lips travelled up to my ear, where he bit the lobe playfully before whispering, “Well, tell me. How do you want me Y/n?”

His words caused me to clench on nothing and I nearly moaned from the anticipation. With him still waiting on my response I whispered back, “You can do anything you want to me, Matty.”

Without missing a beat, he attacked my lips with his own and I melted from the immediate relief. I moved my hands from his shoulders up to the base of his head, and as his tongue danced along with mine I pulled gently at his messy hair; my own mouth filling with a moan falling from his lips. His right hand traveled up my grey hoodie to find that I had nothing on underneath, and he lightly brushed the bottom of my left tit with his thumb. Suddenly his hands moved from under my shirt and gripped my ass as he effortlessly lifted me off the counter and into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he stumbled towards his bedroom.

Once inside the undisturbed room, he placed me down on his desk, my ass hitting the mouse and causing the computer to turn on; casting a light on the otherwise dark room. He wasted no time in removing my hoodie, leaning me back slightly so he could easily twirl his tongue along each nipple. I hummed in pleasure from the warm, wet sensation of his mouth connecting to my skin, and brought my hand down in between our bodies to softly run my hand up and down his clothed hardness. After a few moments, he pushed my hand away and dropped to his knees in between my legs.

Pulling my grey sweats off my body and pushing my thong to the side in one quick motion, Matt took a moment to relish in my swollen, dripping hole. “I don’t remember you being this wet for me last time.” He smirked as he looked up at me with blown out pupils. “Let’s see if you taste the same.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his filthy words, and a moan slipped from between my lips as his mouth made sloppy contact with my sensitive bud. I subconsciously grabbed onto the back of his head, suffocating him with my heat as he continued to suck and kiss my clit. As his tongue worked on my nerves, he released a guttural moan that vibrated against my heat, causing my back to arch at the intense feeling.

When we had done this all of those years before, Matt’s movements were lacking in confidence. He had fumbled around my clit blindly, and had ate me out cautiously as if he was afraid of hurting me. Now, this Matt had clearly gained experience, as my stomach was already beginning to fill with the familiar pressure from the build up of an orgasm once I watched him find all of my most sensitive spots; his eyes blissfully closed.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away from my heat and I groaned at the loss of contact. He straightened his body back up to my level and brought his face so close to mine that our noses were touching. “Kiss me. I want you to know how good you taste.” He whispered through his glistening bright red lips. More on fire than I had ever been in my life, I immediately attached my open mouth to his, moaning at the distinct taste of my sweet arousal on his tongue. As we deepened the kiss, his fingers found my heat and he ran two of them up and down my folds to collect my wetness before slamming them into my cunt; finding my spongey g-spot on the first pump with his curled fingers.

My head rolled back, lost in the euphoric feeling of his fingers filling me up, and he watched my facial expressions intently as the wet sounds of my upcoming orgasm filled the space between us. “Holy fuck, Matt.” I slurred, my voice coming out choppy as his fingers continued to relentlessly pound into me; never losing contact with that one spot that drove me crazy. “I-I’m gonna-” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the very beginning of my orgasm roll over my body.

Suddenly, all of his movements stopped and my eyes shot open out of frustration. In the time since my eyes had screwed shut, his own had darkened in arousal. My body trembled from the sudden halt in its pleasure, and he smirked at me. “You want to cum, sweetheart?” He asked, his kind words a harsh paradox to his sinister expression. Still, I nodded eagerly to which he pulled his fingers out of me completely before leaning up and placing his wet mouth right against my ear.

“You’re gonna fucking wait for me.”

I attempted to squeeze my legs together to take some pressure off of my throbbing, unsatisfied core as his vulgar words scrambled my brain, before he pulled me off the desk and pushed my head down so that I was now the one on my knees. Confused, I looked up to find him gazing down at me. He gestured towards his clothed member. “Go ahead.” I grinned slyly.

My turn.

I had made an attempt at giving him head the first time we had sex. Just like him, I had struggled with confidence due to the sole fact that I had no clue what I was doing. Since then, I had had plenty of practice, and I was excited to now be the one to show him my improvements.

I grabbed onto the waist band of his pyjama pants and pulled them down to his knees. With only his tight red boxer shorts covering it now, the outline of his thick cock and the small wet spot at its tip from his pre-cum made my mouth water. I brought my mouth up to the skin on his lower stomach, right above the Calvin Klein logo on his boxers, and began peppering excruciatingly slow kisses along the light sprinkling of hair there. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes to find him peering down at me with curious lust, his mouth open slightly and his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

After a short while, I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down to meet his pants at his knees. His hardened cock smacked his stomach on its release from the tight material, where it left a wet patch from his pre-cum. Grabbing it with my left hand, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth and stared up at him as I let it all drip down his swollen member. After pumping my hand for a few strokes, I placed only the tip in my mouth as I watched his eyes dilate. I swirled my tongue teasingly along the swollen tip, tasting the the saltiness of his fluid. Eventually, I began pumping my hand up and down his shaft in rhythm with my head bobbing along the top half of his cock. He shifted on his feet at the new sensation and let his head fall back. I kept my pace agonizingly lazy, knowing that it would drive him crazy.

With my tongue, I licked a strip from the base of his ball sack, up his shaft, and to his tip, earning a hushed whimper from his lethargic mouth before he grabbed my hair and shifted his hips. Looking down at me and holding my head firmly in place, he began thrusting his hips as he kept me still. He started slow, but when he realized that I could take more his pace began to pick up and his cock began to hit deep in my throat. I looked up at him through my tear-filled eyes, and saliva began to drip down my chin. “Fuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He grunted out through each thrust. I lifted my hand to cup his balls, giving them gentle squeezes that seemed to send him towards his climax.

As a moan fell from his lips, he pulled my head back so that his dripping cock sprung free before he got the chance to fill my mouth with his cum. He stood there for a moment with his eyes closed taking deep breaths as if he was fighting the urge to finish right then, before he opened his eyes and gazed down at me. “Get on the bed.”

I pulled myself up off the ground and, on shaky legs, walked over to his bed with him following close behind. Once I reached the edge of the bed he stopped me, turning me around to face him and pushing me down so I would sit. “Put your feet on the bed and pull your knees up to your chest.” He commanded, and I did as I was told, albeit I was a bit confused. “Good girl.” He praised me as he pulled me right up to the edge of the bed before pushing my legs further apart.

Placing one of his knees on the bed beside me, he lined his cock up with my entrance; rubbing it tantalizingly along my wetness. Placing one arm around my waist to brace my body, he slowly pushed his cock inside of me right there on the edge of the bed. His trusts were slow but harsh, and the position he had placed us in made it so that my cervix was barrelled into each time his hips met mine. He placed his sweat-coated forehead against my collar bone and released small breathless grunts with each deep thrust. “So fucking good Matt. Oh god.” I whined as his pace began to increase in speed. He planted his teeth into my shoulder as we fell back onto the bed; his body now completely on top of mine as he continued to drive into me.

He lifted his head and looked fixedly at my fucked out face, his eyes glossed over in erotic pleasure. With this visual, I was brought back to the first time we had fucked, in a position so similar to this one. His rhythm was slower and much more tentative, and we were both certainly much less pleasing to the other, but still I suddenly got hit with a wave of recognition in how much we had both grown since then.

I was pulled out of my trance by Matt’s commanding voice. “Move back real quick and get on your stomach.” I did as I was told, feeling the emptiness that came from his dick sliding out of my soaking wet pussy. Assuming he wanted me in doggy, I got on my knees and arched my back; my head and shoulders pressed firmly against the soft mattress. I felt the bed move as he climbed on all the way, and in a moment of animalistic desperation I pushed my needy cunt subconsciously back to meet heat of his cock.

“No.” He stated simply, his veiny hands massaging my ass. Confused, I looked over my shoulder as I waited for him to explain. He had an ominous smile as he moved his gaze from my fully exposed cunt to my face. “I wanna see if your favourite position is really worth the hype.” He used his hands on my ass to push it down flat to the bed before adjusting himself so that he could line up correctly. Still looking over my shoulder with glazed eyes, I watched his expression as his cock sunk into my core once again. His jaw was clenched tightly and his eyelashes fluttered slightly from the new sensation that the position gave him as he bottomed out. “Oh fuck.” His eyes were fully shut now as he stayed still for a moment. Small beads of sweat traveled down his stomach as I took in the beauty of the man who was making me feel so so good.

Getting turned on even more just from Matt’s visual pleasure, my walls clenched subconsciously and I whined, “Please keep going Matty.” His eyes snapped open and landed on mine, before he leaned forward — one hand beside my head and the other planted firmly to the small of my back — and began pounding into me relentlessly.

The depth of this position allowed me to feel every inch of his cock, and it became impossible to keep the moans and strings of profanity from escaping my lips. This seemed to be the case for Matt too, as over the sounds of my own moans and the wet sounds of our bodies connecting, I could hear the gruff throaty moans of his own pleasure. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight Y/n.” Even though I was aware that we were both making far too much noise that Chris and Nick would definitely hear, I couldn’t get myself to bring it to Matt’s attention, as the animalistic vocalization of his indulgence was bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

“I-I need to cum Matty.” I managed to vocalize as my nerves began to unravel. “Hold it. Want you to cum with me.” He responded, leaning even further forward so that his body was practically lying on top of mine. He took a free hand and wrapped it around my throat, lightly squeezing the sides as my pleasure became dangerously close to bubbling over.

“P-Please cum for me. I can’t hold it anymore.” I begged, digging my nails into his silk bedsheets and feeling my walls quiver each time he drove his cock into my cervix. His breathing became hitched in my ear and his movements became sloppier. Biting my ear, he asked, “Where do you want me to cum, Y/n?”

Without wasting time, I moaned my response. “Cum in me please. Want you to fill me with it.” At that, Matt slammed his twitching cock into me a few more times before finally telling me what I so desperately needed him to.

“Okay sweetheart. Go ahead and make a mess for me.” Even before his words fully left his dirty mouth, I gave into the overbearing pressure in my stomach and felt my intense orgasm over-take me. Practically screaming his name, my pussy convulsed uncontrollably. I felt the immediate relief and heard the gush as I squirted along his cock and down his legs. “Jesus.” He moaned out as his body suddenly stilled. As my legs shook, I could feel his cock twitching inside of me; painting my walls with his cum.

After we both came down from our highs, catching our breath and reconnecting with our minds, Matt slowly pulled his dick — freshly bathed in my own juices — out of my swollen core. With a satisfied sigh, he threw his body onto the bed beside mine. Both of us laid there for a moment, facing one another with glazed over expressions, before a shameless smile crept onto Matt’s face.

“Well you definitely didn’t squirt the last time we slept together.” He chuckled proudly, and I knew his ego had been inflated. I rolled my eyes. “Well, you didn’t whimper the last time we fucked either.” It was my turn to smile as he covered his face bashfully. We laid there in silence for a moment, both of us lethargic and fucked out.

“If that was anything like when ya’ll lost your virginities then I am extremely impressed.”

Matt and I both shot our heads up and looked around the room for the origin of that familiar voice. We were alone, but my eyes focused on the lit-up computer. On the screen, Matt’s Discord was open to the group with Nick and Chris. I turned to look at Matt, who had also clearly made the same discovery that I had, and whispered, “Did you for real leave the channel unmuted?” He tucked his lips together and shrugged apprehensively, before climbing off the bed and over to the computer.

“Chris, how much of that did you hear?” He asked into his headset. I heard a laugh through the mic. “Oh Matt, I heard it all. Good work. I’m a proud brother.” I covered my face in embarrassment as Matt rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. You’re a perv.” He mumbled to his brother, but I caught the small smile that tried to creep to his lips.

“I’m gonna need a fucking lobotomy to get over the trauma that I was just put through.” I heard Nick’s voice now through the mic and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Bro you could have just left the server, you act like I forced you to listen to the entire thing.” Matt argued with his older brother. “You think I stayed and listened to the ENTIRE thing? What are you crazy?” I was full out laughing now, despite the embarrassment. “I left as soon as I figured out what was happening, but I still heard waaaay too much.” Matt laughed now and muted his mic — perhaps a bit too late — then walked back to where I was on the bed, propped up on my forearms.

“Whoops.” He simply said as he pulled his boxers back up. I shook my head and smiled shyly. “We are literally never going to be able to live that down.” I replied as he draped his body along the bed beside me again. Rubbing his eyes awkwardly, he shrugged softly. “Well, at least they’re gonna have to stop teasing me about my skills.” I smacked his arm playfully and he responded by grabbing me swiftly and pulling me to his side.

“You were impressed, weren’t you?” He asked teasingly, as he held me close. I closed my eyes and sighed, “I was, Matt. Really, really, impressed.” He giggled into my neck at my truthful response and I swatted him once again.

“I’m glad we got our re-do. I’d been wanting that for a while.” He said after a moment. I looked at him with a smile and ruffled his hair. “Me too, honestly. I always knew you had some potential in you.” I teased.

“Well, if you don’t want to have to face Nick right now, you’re welcome to sleep in here tonight.” He offered and I sighed in relief. “That would be great, actually.” I said as I began to sit up. “Let’s get cleaned up first though.” He began as he got up and grabbed us both towels from his closet, “You’re not allowed to get under my sheets until you wash my children off your thighs.” My eyes shot open at his disgusting choice of words and I quickly covered myself with my towel. “Matthew Bernard you are sick!” I exclaimed as we both headed towards his bathroom. “Sure am. But so are you.”

He pulled me into a hug while we stood in the bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. As he rubbed circles on my back with his hand, I sighed. “I think this is the secret to good friendship.” He chuckled before asking, “What is?” Playfully, I smacked his ass over his boxers. “Fucking the shit out of each other once in a while.” He laughed and pulled away from the hug before getting into the shower; leaving the glass door open so that I could follow him. “Shut your weird ass up and get in the shower with me, friend.”

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analysistics · 3 months ago

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Tyler reacts to y/n on her period.

TW: Slightly detailed mentions of periods.

Slight NSFW warning: Mentions of male reproductive organs and sexual arousal

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Y/n’s alarm rang.

“Uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh.” She moaned, turning over to stop the alarm. 7:50, the clock read. Reluctantly, y/n threw the covers off her and scooted to the edge of the bed. When she sat up, a stabbing pain went through her abdomen. Y/n whimpered loudly.

“Oh god.” She mumbled. Bracing herself, she rose from the bed, legs together in a desperate attempt to stop the blood from flowing into her pajama pants. Inevitably, when she stood up she felt the blood rush out of her, into her underwear, and undoubtedly into her pants. She waddled across the room and into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. If she thought it was a lot of blood before, she was not ready for what she saw when she sat down. It took what felt like forever to clean herself up enough to emerge from the bathroom to get some clean underwear, and when she glanced in the mirror, she realized there were tears streaking down her face. She let out a choked sob before swinging the bathroom door open. Her roommate, Ava, now awake and sitting up in bed, saw her face and her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Woah, what's the matter?” Ava said.

“I-I got my period.” Y/n sniffled.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ava said with genuine sympathy.

“It got everywhere!” Y/n cried, fully sobbing now.

“Oh! That really sucks y/n I’m so sorry. Is there anything you need me to do?” Ava asked, knowing how bad y/n’s periods were.

“Ju-just, if you don’t mind checking my bed to make sure I didn’t bleed into the sheets?”

“Yeah, totally.” Ava walked over to y/n’s bed and y/n grabbed her underwear and went into the bathroom. She cleaned herself up again, using the heaviest tampon she had as well as the heaviest pad. When she finished up in the bathroom, she walked out in her t-shirt and underwear.

“Your sheets have some blood on them, but everything else is good. I stripped the bed for you.” Ava said.

“Great. Now I have to wash them. Thank you for doing that though, you didn’t have to. I feel like I have a diaper on.” Y/n whined. Ava snickered.

“I know, but it wasn’t a big deal, it’s super quick.” Ava said, shrugging y/n off.

“Can I use your stain remover?”

“Yeah of course, it’s where it always is.”

“Cool.” Y/n ran hot water in the sink and made her pants and sheets a little bath with the stain remover. She went into the closet and grabbed her uniform. She sat at her desk and did her staple hairstyle, a half up half down with her curtain bangs out. She glanced over at her makeup bag.

“Nah.” She stated to no one in particular and got up to finish getting ready. She took two Advil and made sure she had extras in her bag.

“You ready?” Ava asked, grabbing her bag.

“Yep. Unfortunately.” Y/n answered with a mini eyeroll and shouldered her bag. Ava laughed and they walked out the door together.

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Y/n didn’t eat anything at breakfast, just half a Kind bar during her second period class. All of her classes seemed to drag on and on forever. She was getting so fed up by the littlest things to the point that she was silently seething with her fists clenched. She was also holding back tears because rage like this was really not like her and she didn’t like the way her body was making her react. She also had to change her pad and tampon every single class. So safe to say that she wasn’t in a great mood by the end of the day. Once her last class was finally dismissed, she went straight to her room. She walked in, dropped her bag on her chair, and flopped onto her bed in one swift motion. She laid there until Ava entered a little while later.

“Hey! Um. Hey?” She said.

“Ugghhhhhh.” Y/n groaned in response, muffled by her comforter.

“Got it.” Ava said and went to set her bag down. Y/n finally rolled over and adjusted herself to where she was sitting on her bed. She pulled out her phone to message her boyfriend, Tyler.

Hey, how was school? She messaged and started taking off her shoes. Right as she got her shoes off, her phone went off.

*Blows raspberry. He typed. Do you want to come by? I’m in desperate need of y/n hugs. Y/n snorted when she read that.

If you ever say that again, I’m blocking you. She said back. He responded with a gif.

Y/n laughed. As much as she wanted to curl up in her bed and die, she needed Tyler more. She got up and changed into her regular clothes. A pair of baggy jeans that she had to hem herself because even petite sizes wouldn’t fit her, a loose t-shirt, and Tyler’s hoodie. She pulled it on and hugged herself; it smelled like calm. Now that she had a tease of Tyler, she had to be in his arms for real. Not just his sleeves. When she walked out of the closet, Ava was entering the closet.

“Hey, you heading into town?” Y/n asked Ava as she walked past.

“Yeah, meeting up with Zach.” Ava said, scrolling through her clothes. “You wanna come with?”

Y/n opened her mouth to answer, but Ava suddenly held up her finger.

“Wait, don't tell me. You’re going to see pretty boy Galpin.” She said with a smirk.

“Wha- How?” Y/n asked, mouth agape.

“Because where else would you be going?” Ava responded with a smirk. “Also, you are drowning in that hoodie.”

“I know! Isn’t it awesome?” Y/n asked with a silly grin on her face.

“You actually look really cute. He’s gonna melt when he sees you.” Ava said, pulling a shirt off the hanger.

“Thanks bae.” Y/n said blowing Ava a kiss. They made eye contact for a second before doubling over in laughter. Once they were able to breathe again, Ava spoke first,

“So do you want to bike together?” Ava asked.

“Yeah.” Y/n said. She popped more Advil and pocketed her phone.

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A ten minute bike ride later, Ava and y/n were riding past the small cottages and shops of Jericho. They slowed to a stop and Ava locked up her bike.

“Have fun with your golden boy.” Ava said.

“Oh don’t worry, I will.” Y/n responded cheekily. She rode away towards Tyler’s house.

Tyler was sitting on the couch in his living room so y/n wouldn’t have to wait when she got there. Soon enough, there was a knock on the door. A small knock. Definitely y/n’s He jumped up to open the door. Outside stood a small auburn haired girl. His eyes lit up and he smiled widely. He felt his insides start to melt when he noticed her wearing his hoodie. He could have died happy right then and there because of how unbelievably adorable y/n looked, absolutely engulfed by his hoodie.

Y/n immediately locked eyes with Tyler. She smiled as soon as she saw him, and noticed he was smiling quite big as well. She rose to her tiptoes, letting herself collapse into him. He embraced her tightly, resting his chin on her head and letting out a breath of relief as calm washed over him. They stood there for a moment, tightly hugging when y/n’s exhaustion and waves of overwhelming emotions spilled over the edge. She started crying into Tyler’s shirt.

It took him a moment to notice, but when he did, he was highly confused and immediately concerned.

“Hey. Hey what’s wrong?” Tyler asked, releasing her a bit so he could see her face. When she looked up at him his heart throbbed. Those doe eyes filled with sadness and pain.

“I-I.” She stammered, only managing to let out a choked sob. Tyler pulled y/n inside and shut the door, leading her to the couch.

“I had a really horrible day.” She whimpered.

“Shhhhhhh. It’s ok, you can tell me all about it, I just need you to calm down first.” He said in a hushed, reassuring voice. A couple minutes later, when y/n’s breathing was (kind of) back to normal, she finally spoke.

“This is going to sound really stupid and pathetic.” She sniffled.

“You can tell me.” He said.

“Ok. Well, I- I got my period this morning.” She said shyly. Tyler blushed slightly, still not used to the topic yet. “My periods are just so horrible and painful and messy, and they make me so mad at everything, but I don’t get mad that easily and I hate it!” She cried, the words just forcing their way out.

“That sucks, I’m so sorry this has to happen to you, love.” Tyler comforted her, stroking her hair slowly.

“Yeah. Thank you.” She sniffled.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat? Or we could order if you want. Something to drink? Watch a show? YouTube? Read? Play a game? Cuddle?” Tyler asked. She looked up at him, smiled, then promptly started crying again. “What? What did I say?” He asked, slightly panicked.

“Wh-why are you s-so n-nice to me?” She sobbed.

“Because that’s what you deserve!” He answered, incredulous. She continued crying and he had to wait for her to calm down again. She lifted her head up and wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

“Chinese.” She said suddenly.

“What?” Tyler asked.

“Chinese food. Ramen, dumplings, green beans.” She said. “Now, please.” Tyler immediately pulled out his phone.

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30 minutes later, when the food arrived, Tyler and y/n went upstairs to his room. Y/n ran in and jumped straight into his bed and cuddled up under the covers. Tyler smiled and just stared at her for a moment before climbing in next to her. He opened up his laptop and slid it over to y/n.

“Take your pick.” He said, unpacking the food. She immediately went to Netflix and put on (your favorite show). Y/n sat up and they dug in while watching their show.

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” She announced, going to get up. Tyler pulled her back into bed.

“Nope. What do you want?” He asked, getting up. Y/n giggled, knowing he wouldn’t let her get it herself.

“Coke Zero please.” She said.

“Anything else?” He asked, opening the door.

“Nope.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” He said and disappeared down the hall. He came back up with her drink and one for himself. They continued eating and watching their movie. Tyler got up, gathered all the trash, and brought it downstairs to throw out when they were all done. When he came back into the room, y/n asked,

“Can I wear a pair of your sweatpants please?” Looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Of course you can.” He said with a smile. No matter how many times she looked at him like that, he always melted at how cute she looked. She got up and picked a pair. Tyler looked away. Y/n always appreciated how respectful of her privacy he was, despite being her boyfriend. She pulled them on, tying the drawstring so they wouldn’t just drop when she let go. She repeated her jump into bed again. Tyler loved it when she did that. She immediately got under the covers and snuggled up close to him. He did the same, and soon y/n was practically on top of him. She breathed him in and reveled in his warmth. He was doing the same. They stayed like that for an hour before y/n suddenly whimpered and curled into herself.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Tyler asked, looking down at her.

“Hurts.” She said with a grimace.

“I’ll get you an Advil?” He asked.

“Yes please.” She said, reluctant to let go of him, but her pain made a decision for her. He came back up with the Advil and as soon as she washed it down with her soda, they interlocked themselves again.

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Y/n looked up at Tyler, staring at his lips. How soft and pink they were. She boosted herself up toward him and he turned his face at her sudden movement. She looked at his pretty face one more time before putting her lips on his. He was shocked but almost immediately leaned in. He reached up and grabbed her head with one hand, the other still around her waist. Y/n moved her hand to his face and they stayed there, softly kissing.

Tyler felt a twitch in his pants. He tried to make it go away but with the constant touch of y/n’s lips and hands, it only made his pants tighter. He of course didn’t say anything to y/n. He didn’t want her to feel pressured. Y/n pulled away from him and kissed him on the cheek before laying back down again and snuggling into his chest. Tyler exhaled silently, glad she couldn’t see the color of his face in the dark.

Y/n glanced at the clock on Tyler’s nightstand. 9:15.

“Awwwww.” She whined.

“What?” Tyler asked, looking down at her sad eyes.

“I have to go. I don’t want to get scolded for being late.”

“Uggghhhh.” Tyler moaned. “I can give you a ride?” He suggested.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you get up.” Y/n said.

“Of course I’m sure. Let’s go.” He said, earning a small smile from y/n. She got up and went to take off Tyler’s sweatpants to put her jeans back on but Tyler stopped her.

“Woah woah woah. And just what do you think you’re doing?” Tyler asked in a sassy voice. “You are not putting on uncomfortable jeans when you can wear my sweatpants.” He said. Y/n laughed.

“You really don’t want them back?” Y/n asked.

“No! I want you to be in my pants.” Tyler said. They looked at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll wear your pants!” Y/n mustered in between breaths.

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Once y/n had grabbed her stuff and Tyler had grabbed his keys, they got in the car. Tyler grabbed y/n’s hand as soon as he put the car in drive. The entire ride there, they said nothing; just listening to music and holding hands. When they approached the gates of Nevermore and Tyler put the car in park, y/n leaned in to kiss Tyler one last time before they parted ways. As y/n opened the car door, she turned to Tyler, opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again. Tyler didn’t say anything, just waited. He knew she had trouble getting her words out sometimes, so he waited patiently. Eventually, he said to her,

“You don’t have to say anything.” They hadn’t talked too much about it, but he knew y/n had a hard time saying the big L word. He knew if he was patient, she would say it on her own terms. Y/n looked at him appreciatively and stepped out of the car. She shut the door and waved to Tyler as she walked through the gates. Tyler waved back and watched her walk for a bit before driving away. On his way back home, he couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have such an amazing girl.

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