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Happy birthday to the three funniest people everr

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he’s so fine oh my🧎‍♀️‍➡️

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REINTRODUCING…

FRATBOY!CHRIS

21. Leo. Chains. Silver rings. Backward caps. Dickhead. Manipulative. Gaslighter. Closed off. Gentle when he wants to be. Spiteful. “Idgaf” attitude. Handcuffs. Trouble. Devilish smirk. Piercing blue eyes. Eyebrow piercing. Loves Arguing. Hyper sexual. Doesn’t take many things seriously. Quick on his feet. Beer pong Champion.

CRAZY!READER

20. Scorpio. Evil. Obsessive. Shows up unannounced and unexpected. “You’ll never find someone like me.” Over dramatic. “I am crazier.” Knows how to push chris’s buttons. Pouty. Great at acting sad when she isn’t. “It’s fine.” Manipulative. Jealous all the time. Stalker. Thinks they are closed off. Belly button piercing. Tattoos you can only see when she’s in lingerie. Physical. Mini skirts. Plays mind games. “I’ll do what the fuck i want.”

A/N- Do we love this? (please please please ask questions about them cause why not)

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˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡ pogue!chris getting into a fight with your boyfriend at a bonfire

the fire crackles loud, music bumping from someone’s busted speaker, beer bottles scattered in the sand. everyone’s here. pogues, kooks, and everyone in between. you’re standing near the edge of the flames, arms crossed, pretending not to look for chris.

your boyfriend, caleb, born-and-bred kook, country-club raised and punchable, has a possessive hand on your lower back, and he hasn’t shut up since you got here. he’s talking about his boat or his car, but most likely himself. you stopped listening five minutes ago.

“may i offer you a drink, princess? you look tense.” a familiar voice cuts through the heat. you turn. chris stands a few feet away, shirt untucked, rings glinting in the firelight, a beer in each hand, one already half-drunk. he holds the other out to you without breaking eye contact.

caleb’s grip on your waist tightens immediately. “she’s good,” he snaps. “she doesn’t drink cheap shit.” chris’s smile twists slow and dangerous. “she can speak for herself.”

“back off, pogue,” caleb says, stepping forward. “you’ve got a death wish or something?” jj leans over to pope from the logs near the fire and mutters, “ten bucks says chris punches him before this song ends.”

“shut up,” pope hisses, but he’s watching.

kiara groans. “here we go again.”

“caleb,” you warn under your breath, “just drop it.” but he doesn’t. he steps in chris’s space, puffed chest and entitlement, jabbing a finger at his chest. “you think you’re cool because you live in a shack and steal beers from corner stores?”

“nah,” chris says calmly, “i think i’m cool because i don’t treat girls like they’re property.”

“say that again.”

and then caleb shoves him. bad move. chris doesn’t hesitate. he swings, hard. fist slamming into caleb’s jaw with a sick crack that echoes over the fire. caleb stumbles back, dazed, but chris doesn’t stop. he charges him, tackling him into the sand with a grunt, fists flying. the bonfire crowd erupts.

“yo, chris—!” matt shouts, already jumping to his feet. nick’s running over too, but chris is locked in, all fury and rage and something deeper, maybe jealousy, maybe pride, but it’s pouring out in punches. he slams caleb’s head into the sand once, then again.

“chris, stop!” you yell, heart pounding. “chris, please!” he doesn’t even look up. just grinds caleb’s face deeper into the sand and mutters low, “did you say something, princess?” you freeze, breath catching in your throat. the tone is dark. teasing. dangerous. and for a second, your entire body goes still.

jj’s the first to grab him. “yo, that’s enough!”

“chill, bro, get off him—” john b jumps in too, tugging at chris’s shoulder.

matt and nick finally reach him, nick grabbing his arm, matt pulling him off caleb by the collar. “dude, chill the fuck out. it’s not worth it.” chris finally lets go, breathing hard, jaw clenched, knuckles split and bleeding. caleb coughs in the sand, spitting and swearing.

“he started it,” chris says, glaring down, chest heaving. “yeah, and you finished it,” sarah says from behind you, her voice sharp. “nice job making a scene.”

kiara just crosses her arms. “didn’t think he’d actually do it.” pope shakes his head. “this is getting out of hand.” jj scoffs, “woah woah, you owe me 10 bucks buddy.” jj says to pope, who just rolls his eyes.

you’re still frozen, watching chris with wide eyes. he turns to you finally, blood on his hand, hair falling over his eyes, and for a second it’s just you and him and everything unsaid between you. he smirks slightly, like he knows exactly what he’s done.

“still think you’re with the right guy?”

then he walks off, matt and nick flanking him, jj, john b, pope, and kiara trailing after, the crowd parting like waves. sarah gives you a sympathetic smile as she walks away too. you’re left standing there, your boyfriend groaning in the sand, your heart hammering in your chest. and for the first time in weeks, you don’t have an answer.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: raise your hand if you think i should kill caleb off <33333 (i’m literally the writer and he pisses me off)

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✭the party pt2✭

kat swayed her hips to the song her eyes closed as she danced, a tap to her shoulder brought her out of her trance. she turns around faced by a boy, her age, she looks up at him her eyes scanning his body. he was scruffy, a loose white button up fit over his chest the first few buttons undone, his shortish brown hair was ruffled as if it had been played with. the boy stayed silent for a minute.

kat raised her eyebrows slightly stepping back. "hey?" she breathed. matt blinked his eyes scanning over her, “im matt” he blurted out.

kat smirks “well ‘Matt’ I’m Kat” she smiles “is there anything you need?” she adds taking a sip of her drink. the boy nods “your number?” kat laughs tilting her head as she thinks before nodding taking her phone out her pocket handing it to him.

matt smiles typing his number into your phone sending a text to make the number go through. you take your phone back putting it into your pocket.

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gryffindor!matt asking slytherin!reader to go to the yule ball with him

pairing: gryffindor!matt and slytherin!reader

warnings: none! english is not my first language!

matthew bernard sturniolo wasn't afraid of much.

he wasn't afraid of late-night detentions in the forbidden forest, or of professor mcgonagall's death glare when he turned in the homework late. he wasn't afraid of dragons - he liked dragons - or even slytherins in general.

but he was afraid of her. the embodiment of his nightmares.

not in the traditional sense, of course. she wasn't physically intimidating, no matter how hard she tried to be. she was just... disarming. sharp and composed and beautiful in that effortlessly infuriating way that made matt's brain short-circuit every time she raised an eyebrow at him.

worse still, she knew it.

their rivalry was legendary by now. a gryffindor and a slytherin, always neck and neck, always hexing each other's books shut or correcting each other's answers in front of the entire class. it started as something simple - competition, boredom, pride. but somewhere along the way, it turned into something else entirely.

something warmer. deeper. dangerous.

matt had been trying not to fall for her. really tried. it wasn't working.

now, the yule ball loomed like a stormcloud above his head, and everyone was pairing off with the people they liked, or tolerated, or thought were good looking. and matt... he was too proud to ask the only person he actually wanted to go with.

too proud... and terrified that she would say no.

or worse... that she'd say yes and he'd fall even harder.

he tried to distract himself. flew laps around the quidditch pitch until his muscles ached. burned through three charms essays. even tried asking lavander, but he couldn't go through with it. his stomach turned at the thought of standing in that ballroom, watching his girl walk in with some fool. well... more of a fool than he was.

so he did what any self respecting, emotionally constipated gryffindor would do.

he wrote a letter.

crumpled it.

then he wrote another one.

charmed a rose.

then overthought everything.

eventually, he sent the rose - scarlet with a green tipped bloom. the pulse held the tucked note beneath it.

i know we're supposed to be rivals. but sometimes when you smile at me like i haven't just insulted your entire house, i think maybe we're not. there's a ball coming up, and i was going to ask someone else. really was. but it didn't feel right. so - if you're not already going with someone else, and if you're not planning to poison me at the punch table... would you come with me? - matthew.

he sent it with no return name, because he was still, despite everything - a coward.

the next morning, at breakfast, she walked past his table like nothing had happened. he swore her lips twitched. no note. no reply. just the suffocating possibility that she had found it, read it, laughed, and moved on.

the silence stretched over the next two days like a curse.

then, the night before the ball, matt returned to the boy's bedroom to find a tiny note left under his pillow.

it wasn't folded delicately or tied with a ribbon. just a scrap of parchment. the handwriting was instantly familiar, sharp and elegant, with hearts over the i's.

only if you promise to wear something that doesn't clash with my dress. it's dark green. and don't trip while walking down the stairs. you're dramatic enough already.

she didn't have to sign the note for him to know who it was from.

he read it three times before letting himself breathe.

the next night, waiting at the base of the staircase, nervous and anxious, matt couldn't help but shift from foot to foot, suddenly aware of his own heartbeat.

and then she appeared.

forest green dress, silver earrings, eyes lined with just enough kohl to make him forget the english language. her hair was let down, flowing down her back beautifully.

she stopped on the final step and tilted her head. "you're staring."

"i was trying to figure out how you managed to look even more slytherin than usual," he said, recovering with a grin. "you nearly shimmered into a snake."

she stepped closer, heels clicking on the tile floor. "and yet you still asked me."

"i must have a death wish."

her smile softened. "you have something. it's not brains, but..." she looked him up and down, eyes taking in his attire almost hungrily. her gaze landed on the green tie he wore with a black suit, different from his usual maroon outfits. "you tried."

eyes were on them as they walked in the ballroom. some amazed. some disgusted. some jealous. but they didn't give a damn.

they danced when the music turned slow. matt's hands were shaky and unsure, holding her waist carefully, like she was a porcelain doll. her hands were the polar opposite, confident and alluring as they roamed over his neck.

they argued about whose footwork was worse. she stepped on his toes. he called her a menace. she told him to shut up and let her enjoy the moment.

the last notes of the music drifted through the air like snowflakes. candlelight shimmered on the floor. students began peeling off the dance floor in pairs, laughter softening into whispers as the night neared its end.

matt was still holding her hand.

he hadn't noticed until now, how naturally his fingers had curled around hers. like they'd done it a thousand times. like it wasn't the first time his heart decided to jump off a cliff with her and land somewhere terrifying and warm.

she hadn't let go either.

she looked up at him, chin tilted, that unreadable expression on her face - half amusement, half something quieter.

"well," she said, voice low and teasing, "you survived."

"barely," he murmured, searching her eyes. "that slow dance nearly killed me."

"i'm referring to spending the entire evening with a slytherin."

"that too."

she smiled, but something about it was different now. less smirk, more softness. like the fight was gone for tonight. like she wasn't hiding behind her usual sharp edges.

he didn't want the night to end.

not when she looked like this - candlelight on her cheekbones, glitter dusting her collarbone, her green dress catching the light every time she moved like it was made of stars and secrets.

and not when his chest felt like it might open if he didn't do something now.

"i—" he started, but the words tangled.

what was he even supposed to say? i'm in love with you so much it hurts?

she didn't move. didn't say a word. like she already knew what he was trying to say.

so instead of speaking, he stepped closer.

she didn't pull away.

when he connected their lips, shyly, almost hesitantly, it wasn't fireworks, or a crowd or some cinematic moment.

it was slow. steady. honest.

it was every sarcastic comment that had secretly meant i like you, every argument that had meant i see you, every brush of hands in the passing that made him want more.

and god - she kissed him back.

confidently. like she had waited for him to make the first move but knew he would. her fingers caught his tie and pulled him closer until his world narrowed down to the scent of her, the warmth of her lips, the impossible weight of what they'd just done.

when they finally broke apart, him breathless and her all flushed, she didn't let go.

her gaze met his, steady.

"about time," she whispered softly.

"i wanted to say something," he breathed, "before."

"you just did," she said, and for once her voice was quiet, no edge, no bite. just the truth.

matt looked at her and realized, with almost dizzy certainty, that his entire world had shifted. one kiss, and now nothing would be the same.

and maybe... that was okay.

because, as they slipped from the dance floor together, her hand still in his, he didn't feel like a gryffindor in enemy territory anymore.

he just felt like a boy in love with the girl who had once hexed his eyebrows off during charms.

and maybe always had been.

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soly hhit this is finally done phew FIRST KISS YAYAYAY

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𖤐 Permanent C.S.

The room was still, warm, and filled with the quiet hum of a late Boston night. Chris Sturniolo laid on his back, one arm lazily draped behind his head, the other tangled around her waist. His girl best friend—his constant, his calm—was curled into his side, their legs overlapping in a comfortable mess of limbs under his duvet. The soft flicker of the TV lit their faces, but neither of them were really watching.

“Be honest,” Chris said suddenly, his voice husky from the quiet, “what would you do if I got your name tattooed?”

She let out a soft scoff, her fingers absently tracing the fabric of his shirt. “I’d smack you. That’s what I’d do.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smirk even though something behind it twisted. “Damn. Just like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said, looking up at him, all teasing confidence. “You’re not doing something stupid like that. That’s permanent, Chris.”

Her voice was light, but he didn’t smile back this time. He stayed quiet, staring at the ceiling while her head rested on his chest. The silence wasn’t playful anymore—it turned a little too real.

She noticed it instantly. Her hand stopped moving. “Wait… why’d you get so quiet?”

Chris exhaled slowly. “You said it like the idea of me wanting something permanent with you is dumb.”

“What?” she sat up a little, confused by the sudden shift in mood. “No, I didn’t mean it like that—”

“I know you didn’t,” he said quickly, cutting her off. “It’s just… I joke about it, but I’d do it. I would. And it wouldn’t feel stupid to me.”

Her eyes searched his face, suddenly understanding that maybe it hadn’t been just a joke.

He looked at her then, softer. “You’ve been in my life since I can remember who I am. I don’t know—tattoos fade, yeah, but you don’t. You’re kind of always in my head anyway.”

She didn’t speak at first. She wasn’t used to Chris getting serious—especially not like this. And especially not when it was about them.

He looked away, giving her the out. “Forget I said it.”

But she didn’t. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean it was stupid like that,” she whispered. “I’m just scared to mean that much to someone.”

Chris’s jaw tensed. “You already do.”

Their eyes locked, all the air between them suddenly dense and charged.

And even though no tattoos were inked that night, something else was marked into the silence—something that couldn’t be erased.

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OMGOMG I FREAKING LOVED YOUR NEWEST JOHNNIE FIC 😍😍 pls make more you're an amazing writer and I js love Johnnie 😭🙏🙏

Thank you so much this is so sweet I’ll try and write more 🤍

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UGHHH🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

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•the first day•

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the sun had just rose and all counsellors were up walking to the campers cabins to tell them to get ready for the day. hazel and matt went to the cabins engaging in small talk along the way.

the bears group had got ready, hazel,Matt walking behind the group jaelin and rosa in the front leading them to the lake, the first activity was raft building. they made it to the lake the equipment already there.

“I need everyone to split into four small groups of four or five please” jaelin says watching the kids run around looking for their friends, who all make groups. jaelin tells them to put on the life jackets that were layed out on the ground and to ask for help from their group leader if they needed it. jaelin speaks again “today you will be making rafts and the aim is to get from this side of the lake to that side” he shouts pointing to the opposite side.

all groups were now ready to assemble their rafts with the help of their leaders. hazel helped them lay out six barrels and tie it with rope. All four groups had built rafts in different ways. They grabbed four oars and pushed the rafts onto the water climbing on carefully.

all the children got on their designated rafts one counsellor on with them. two children at a time use the oars pushing against the water force, every time a whistle blew the oars were given to two other kids.

hazel and matt's rafts were head to head, jaelin and rosa's teams already at the other side of the river bank. hazel cheered on her group looking over at matt gripping onto a rope tightly. "scared you're gonna fall matt?" she shouts condescendingly, laughing. matt shakes his head smirking "you wish." he bites back.

hazel's team was so close matt's trailing behind closely then over taking them. hazel looked over shocked encouraging her team to push as hard as they could. matt watch with a smug face as he helped his team back onto land.

"as hazel's team lost she has to walk the plank!" Jaelin shouts guiding her to a plank of wood hovering over the lake. he gets the kids to shout "walk the plank!" repeatedly until you fall into the water. The kids laughing watching her climb out the water. hazel walks over to rosa who's facing away hugging her, she gasps leaping forward. "Hazel oh my God!" she laughs watching the water drop onto the ground.

matt walks over with a towel wrapping it around her. hazel turns around smiling slightly “thanks” she hums walking with her group. matts eyes linger following her, entranced by her smile and the way her eyes brighten when the sunlight hits them.

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Heyy could you write Johnnie Guilbert x fem reader and its like reader is Tara’s friend and Tara took her to Coachella but reader and Johnnie don’t know each other. They get to know each other a bit and he kinda falls in love with her?

All he wants

a/n: I love this request thank you.This took so long I’m so sorry.

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Tara had asked you a few weeks ago if you wanted to go to coachella with her and a few of her friends as she had a spare ticket that one of her friends couldn’t use you checked your calendar, making sure you had no trips or events planned then agreed.

you had a decent following on social media adding up to around 1.7 million on all platforms and had been invited by YouTube to coachella. You had accepted the ticket from Tara and kindly asked YouTube to lend it someone else.

you and tara went out with her roommate, Sofia, last week to get your outfits for the weekend, you focused on thrift stores and creating parts of your outfits for the weekend.

day one

the weekend has arrived; you,tara and sofia, arrived at your house for three days. Night one was tomorrow so you left this night to get to know some of tara’s friends.

Two of her friends arrived at your place the taller of the two, had blonde and black hair and was wearing plaid pants and a black tank top however the other boy was in skinny jeans, a my chemical romance band tee and leather jacket.

He was attractive and to say you didn’t think he was would be a lie. Tara’s friend walked over to you introducing himself as Jake and his other friend as a johnnie calling him over in the process. Johnnie came over awkwardly waving, his eyes scanning over you before trailing back up to your eyes.

After a few hours of talking with everyone they had left a leaving you with Tara and Sofia so you all went to bed.

The next day went slowly but the night finally came. You changed into your outfit a pair of small black shorts, some boots and a spikey bra with a mesh cover up over it look at the pic at the top & pretend the long sleeve is mesh . You and Tara made it to the coachella grounds meeting jake and johnnie there.

The walk through the entrance was exciting, you had never been to coachella so everything was so new but familiar from watching it through a screen for years. music was blaring from afar, johnnie stood beside you looking around awkwardly. You turned to johnnie "are you excited for gaga?” you ask smiling obviously excited yourself. Johnnie nods smiling at you.

The night had passed more people arriving the grounds getting crowded and louder lady gaga had headlined and left stage, you knew your voice was gonna be gone by the end of the weekend by the state of it now.

johnnies pov

the night had basically finished; everyone was walking back to get home. I walked with Jake and his girlfriend Kenzie is watching y/n walk in front with tara singing some song that had played earlier. There was something about her, something that was so captivating. the way her hair flowed perfectly in the wind and her eyes that drowned out every noise.

Jake slapped my shoulder shouting my name, “your staring.” He stares blankly his girlfriend holding back a chuckle. “talk to her if you like her that bad” Jake adds laughing at his words. I roll my eyes shaking my head getting into the car back to the air bnb.

day two

the day had past and everyone had got ready for day two excited for green day. you were wearing an outfit based on their song ‘American idiot’. Tara’s outfit was also based on ‘basket case’ another song of theirs.

Everyone had arrived at the field the sun blaring down onto you and Johnnie who stood near the main stage waiting for the bands to start playing. Johnnie was telling you about his mini tour in england and two states.

“I think it’s gonna be cool going to england” he says sipping on his drink.

“England's not as cool as you think you know.” you reply, being from England you knew it for what it actually was, slightly laughing. Johnnie smiles his head turning after hearing the cheers of the crowd as green day walk onto the stage. The crowd had so much energy knowing every word to the songs before you knew it everyone was heading home including you.

day three

You arrived at the grounds, your outfit was a bit lazier as today was the last night you, Johnnie, Tara and jake all sat at the bar music playing in the background. Johnnie was already drunk, slurring his words swaying around in his seat, laughing at pretty much anything.

as the night progressed you and Johnnie got closer subtly flirting with each other. Johnnie staring at you even when you turned your head to look at him smiling. Tara had finally got a chance to drag you away making up an excuse that an old friends was here.

“you and Johnnie?” She said in a lowered tone, you shrug failing to hide your smile her jaw drops smiling wildly. “I think I like him” you say sipping on your drink looking to your feet blushing. Tara squeals jumping up and down grabbing onto you.

The weekend had come to an end the group had came back to their place for the three days starting to pack their things to leave when they got up. you sat on your bed Tara beside you asleep; your brain racking thoughts of johnnie and about your feelings towards him.

Everyone got up reasonably early to pack the rest of their things and move it into the cars. You had exchanged numbers with Jake and Johnnie when you first met and planned to meet up with them when u were home.

The drive back was long but you made it home, tara dropping you off at your house. You sighed in relief dropping down onto your sofa reaching for the remote, looking for a show. You put your phone down laying comfortably on the couch.

The sound of your phone caught your attention, you look over seeing a message from Johnnie, unlocking your phone you read the message.

*I can’t stop thinking about you*

Your eyes widen as you pause the tv typing a message then deleting it re typing a new one.

*I can’t either*

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the fact he’s not between my legs right now is crazy

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helloo I was js wondering if you'd would consider writing for sombr or flamingo? I js think u have great writing and I think you could make good stories for them

HII thank u smm. I could try and write for sombr but it might not be good. I don’t really know that much about flamingo so it wouldn’t be very good.

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Nick: so do we address the stalkers or what?

Me:

IT CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD I LITERALLY FROZE THEN STARTED LAUGHING

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if anyone’s wanting to watch the tour surprise videos as they have been removed, i have a masterlist for all of the surprise party tour shows on my pinned post! 💕

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✭the party✭

matt walked in the scent of sweaty teenagers and alcohol burning his senses, the music blaring through his ears. he pushed through the crowd of people towards his friends say on the couch, freddie, his best friend stood up embracing him in a bro hug before sitting back down matt beside him.

a girl in the middle of the crowd a red plastic cup in her hand dancing the song playing in the background. the way her body moved in sync with the song her hips swaying so seductively. matt’s focus was prominently on her the voice of his friend distorted then snapping him back to reality. “what?” matt states bothered reluctantly turning to him. “who’s that?” matt follows up with.

“oh that’s Kat” freddie says now looking towards her. “she’s hard to get everyone’s tried” his friend says looking back at him. matt nodded his gaze falling back onto y/n. he pushes himself up off the couch ignoring his friends protests making his way towards her.

a/n:this is very short but it’s a small blurb. first partt

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OMGOMGOMGOMG

Thank you so so much I love every single one of you❤️