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i legit have money spending problems someone needs to take away my credit card

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「 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 ’𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 」

ᯓ 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 + 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒃𝒚 @malsmind «𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏» ────

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ strangers to something ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ pussy eating ⋆ munch!chris ⋆ (kinda) mean!chris ⋆ dom!chris ⋆ fingering ⋆ degradation kink? ⋆ praise kink ⋆ edging? ⋆ squirting + more.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟑 𝒌

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: This is a collab with @malsmind (aka my baby momma) It took me 3 business days to write this ’cause I’m so fucking slow like that (ty for being patient Mal, luv uuu).

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: English is not my first language!

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: What happens when Chris actually ends up reading your anonymous confession out loud?

Act 1: Chris is definitely not a munch...

You sat on one of the seats in the third row from the front, nibbling on your bottom lip as you smoothed out your pink t-shirt that had "Certified Munch" written in capital letters on the front. You had incorporated the tee so well in your outfit that no one paid much attention to it—not like they could with all the excitement buzzing in the air.

Your heart thumped against your ribcage in anticipation as you waited for the triplets to appear. The countdown began and everyone went crazy, screaming the numbers as it decreased down to 1.

The cheers were loud when the triplets appeared. Screams of excitement filled the air when they laughed and talked on the microphone, greeting their fans before making themselves comfortable on the sofas.

About 15 minutes in, Chris stood up and brought a briefcase to the table in between the two sofas as Nick and Matt talked about the anonymous confessions from the last tour. Chris handed Nick a few q-cards before walking over to the sofa Matt sat at, handing him half of the remainder of the cards before sitting down beside him.

Nick had the honour to read out the first confession, then it was Chris’ turn.

"It might seem like a hot take and I might be wrong but Chris is definitely not a munch..." As Chris began reading the confession, his brows furrowed, voice getting more quieter with each word as his brain worked to comprehend what he just read out loud.

Your eyes widened slowly when you heard what you wrote being read out loud by none other than Chris himself. You were not expecting him to read yours. You had written the anonymous confession as a joke, thinking they would never read it in front of a whole damn crowd.

The triplets exchanged a glance, confused as to how the card was in there even though they had sorted out which ones to read and which ones to not.

The auditorium filled with giggles from those that understood what it meant and small murmurs from people that weren’t quite getting it.

After a few awkward seconds, Chris burst out laughing, reading the card again as he shook his head in amusement. "Wow... Who even wrote this?" He chuckled, eyes raking the crowd until it landed on you—he knew immediately that it was you.

What gave it away? C’mon now, you were wearing such a bold t-shirt—it’s too much of a coincidence not to be you.

You quickly shook your head no when they asked if you wanted to elaborate. Even though you were the one that wrote such a crude thing, you weren’t ready to confront it or be confronted about it.

Nick and Matt made some jokes here and there before it was Matt’s turn to read out a confession. Chris, however, had an unreadable expression on his face as he looked at the crowd before shifting his attention back to Matt when he started to read the next confession.

Act 2: Meet Chris backstage?

After the show ended, people were getting ready to leave and so were you. That’s when a security guard – you saw when you first entered the stadium – suddenly approached you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood up from your seat with your bag, afraid that you had gotten into trouble from the stunt you pulled with the anonymous confession.

The security guard spoke before you could ask him what was wrong. "Chris asked me to bring you backstage." You froze, blinking rapidly as you muttered out a very confused "what?" making the guy repeat himself.

You couldn’t believe it.

Chris? As in the Christopher Sturniolo asking you to come backstage? Yeah, it had to be a sick joke. But the security guard didn’t look like he was joking and that was messing with your head.

In the end, you followed the security guard backstage, still very much confused and nervous, but now with growing excitement.

As you walked further down a corridor and towards a room labelled "personnel only", the realization that you were indeed meeting Chris was heavy, enough to take your breath away.

As you entered the room, there he was; Chris Sturniolo. Your heart was beating so hard that you could hear it in your ears when he looked up from his phone. A slow smirk plastered on his lips as he stood up from the couch he was sitting on and walked towards you.

The security guard walked out of the room, leaving you two alone in the room. The room felt so small even though it was spacious enough. The air felt thick, enough to make you feel like you were suffocating as you swallowed hard.

"So..." Chris drawled, his head tilting slightly as his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "You’re the one who wrote that munch shit?" He barely hid his amusement, his voice thick with unspent laughter.

You could only nod your head, embarrassed by the sudden unexpected confrontation. Chris’ smirk widened when he took in your nervousness—it only emboldened him.

"What did you mean by that?" He asked on purpose, knowing exactly what you meant but it wouldn’t be so fun to just let it go that easily now would it?

"By what?" You asked back dumbly, your brain short-circuiting as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were talking to Chris. He didn’t even give you a moment to collect yourself as he moved closer, standing so close that you could feel his body heat.

"What did you mean by... not a munch?" His voice was slightly quieter, more intimate as he held eye contact—obviously testing you, wanting to see your reaction.

"You, um, just don’t seem like the type to enjoy giving head...?" Your words came out more as a question, as if you were doubting it yourself. Cursing internally, you let out a barely audible sigh, slightly annoyed by how much you were stammering.

You weren’t usually this nervous or quiet when talking to people, but something about the way he was looking at you; the way he was smirking smugly like he could read your thoughts; the way there was a hint of blatant teasing in his tone—it all left your knees weak.

"Tell me." He began, pausing to make you squirm—which he succeeded in doing. "How do you know if I enjoy eating pussy or not?" He asked bluntly, causing your breath to stutter.

"I don’t know..." You mumbled, feeling wetness pool in your panties from the way he was talking to you. You were getting so damned turned on and Chris wasn’t even doing anything, just asking you a few simple questions.

It was almost laughable how affected you were.

"Well, now I wanna prove to you that I do in fact enjoy it a lot." His smirk widened, knowing damn well what he was doing to you.

He stepped closer until his body touched yours, slowly backing you towards the nearest wall as you blinked rapidly, stumbling slightly as your breath hitched again. "Wha-" The words you tried to say died in your throat before you could say them.

"Jus’ wanna prove you wrong, baby." He said, tilting your face slightly up with his hand and leaning down as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His breath ghosted over your lips, causing them to part subtly.

"Or are you gonna be stubborn and go around spreading bullshit about me when you don’t know shit?" He whispered harshly against your lips and you quickly shook your head no, making him smirk smugly.

"Good girl."

Act 3: Prove ’em wrong

Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, eyes rolling back in your skull as Chris’ mouth devoured your cunt. Your fingers curled in his hair, tugging at the strands as your thighs trembled subtly where it sat on his shoulders.

Chris moaned against your pussy, his fingers digging possessively in the supple flesh of your ass as he pulled you closer to his face.

"So fucking good." He groaned as he pulled back, sitting up. His fingers replaced his mouth, two long digits slowly sliding inside your greedy cunt and curling upwards to rub against that spongy spot that made your eyes roll back involuntarily.

"Here?" He smirked, pressing harder against your sweet spot, eliciting a needy moan from you. "Feels soo good doesn’t it?" He taunted as he started to finger-fuck you, holding your hips down with his free hand to stop you from bucking your hips.

Chris let out an airy chuckle when he heard the desperate noises slipping past your lips. "You’ve to be a little quieter, ma..." He trailed off, his smirk widening as he continued. "Unless you want people to hear what a fucking whore you are."

Your face burned with embarrassment and humiliation, but there was a spark of what seemed like... excitement? The degrading words only succeeded in doubling your pleasure, getting you closer and closer to the edge as you clutched onto the couch cushions for dear life.

"Fuuck, y’hear that?" He groaned, referring to the wet squelches from his fingers ramming into your sopping pussy over and over again. "S’fucking wet... All because of me." He breathed out, trying to hide how much this was affecting him.

He felt your inner muscles flutter around his fingers, your moans growing in both volume and desperation as you got closer to coming undone, but Chris wasn’t done with you yet.

A pathetic whine escaped you when he pulled out his fingers, sucking your juices off of them with a delighted hum. His lips curled at the corners and you knew that he was well aware of what he was doing to you.

"So pretty." He ran his thumb over your swollen, pulsating clit, making you jump slightly from how sensitive you were, a needy whimper tumbling out before you could stop it.

"Such pretty noises," he muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear and it sent shivers down your spine. You were sure that Chris felt your body tremble, judging by the way his smirk widened into a smug grin.

"You want more?" He asked, his hands now caressing your thighs as he waited for your reply even though he knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear you say it.

Chris clicked his tongue when you nodded. "Ah-ah, words baby, use your words." You were too far gone to care about how desperate you sounded as you whimpered. "Please, Chris... I need you- your fingers, your mouth- anything, please..."

"Theere you go." He drawled. "Wasn’t so hard now was it?"

His head dipped down again, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. His tongue flattened out to lick stripes up your slit before his thumbs spread open your folds. The sight of your glistening pussy made him salivate as he swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

He leaned in and closed his lips around your clit, sucking gently as his fingers prodded at your entrance before slipping inside again. A whiny sound ripped from your throat as your eyes rolled back briefly before closing shut. You were seeing stars from the suction on your clit from his mouth.

Your increasingly loud moans spurred him on, making him redouble his efforts to push you over the edge.

Your body tensed, thighs trembling slightly as your breath hitched—coming in short gasps. Chris groaned against your pussy when he felt your insides contract around his fingers, pulsing rhythmically all while greedily pulling him in deeper.

"Ch-chris-- I’m gonna—ffuuuck--" Your breath hitched, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your eyes snapped open, landing on the delicious sight between your legs.

A low drawn out moan left your lips when the pressure in your stomach finally burst—white-hot pleasure running through your whole body.

Chris gasped softly when a clear liquid sprayed out, making him recoil back from surprise. He blinked, brain short-circuiting as his fingers stilled inside you before finally realising that you were squirting.

"Fuuck, did you just squirt? That’s so fucking sexy." He groaned as his fingers started to pound into you without waiting for a response, purposely curling up to hit your g-spot in hopes to make you squirt again.

You were so sensitive from orgasming that you could feel your second release approaching terrifyingly quickly. Your eyes widened as you clutched onto his arm—trying to ground yourself from the intense pleasure and also to distract yourself to not cum so quickly.

Chris’ head was in between your thighs before you knew it, eating you out like you were his last fucking meal. Your hips bucked—only to get held down by his free hand. You could only lay there and take it as his mouth and fingers worked you to the edge again.

It was a matter of seconds before you were cumming all over his face—quite literally. He wasn’t surprised this time around, just kept eating you out even as you gushed all over him, lapping up your release like it was his favourite ice cream.

You nearly forgot where you were as you moaned loudly until Chris’ hand left your hip and clamped over your mouth instead, effectively muffling your cries of pleasure.

He kept licking and sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves all while his fingers petted your gummy walls until you were boneless, small whimpers being muffled by his hand.

Chris pulled back to admire the sight of your trembling body, proud of his handiwork. His hand and face were coated in your release and the sight made your stomach do somersaults.

He didn’t even need you to tell him that you were wrong with your anonymous confession—he already knew your answer since your body answered it for him. A satisfied smirk plastered on his lips as he walked over to the small table in the corner of the room to retrieve tissues and wet wipes.

He began cleaning up your inner thighs when he came back, making sure you were clean before cleaning up his face, hand and the couch, from your release, watching with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as you shakily wore your lace panties back on.

"Cute shit you got there." He commented, tossing the used wet wipes and tissues in the trash can. "You into that? Cute lacy sets?" He teased, chuckling softly to himself when you nodded, finding you more and more adorable.

Chris was painfully hard, adjusting himself in his pants as he manspread, trying to relieve the tension. He saw you looking at his lap, making him spread his legs more without even realising it.

"You need... um, help? With that?" You gestured vaguely at his lap, running a hand through your hair as you tried to fix it.

Chris just shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Nah, I’m fine, you jus’ worry about fixing your clothes, can’t go around looking so edible." He grinned, and you couldn’t help a chuckle at his words.

Fuck, how much you loved this man.

As you two sat on the couch – fixing yourselves and drinking water – you suddenly remembered that you had an instant film camera in your bag. You quickly walked over to the table to get it as Chris raised an eyebrow at your enthusiasm.

"Can we take a picture?" You asked as you walked back to the couch where Chris was.

"Now? After I ate you out like my life depended on it?" He teased, but didn’t say no as he stood up, running a hand through his hair to fix it but only succeeded in making it messier instead.

Chris took the camera from you as he pulled you into his side, his arm wrapping around your waist before angling the camera to capture you both.

You smiled for the picture, relaxing against him. A short shuttering sound came from the camera before a small picture slowly slid up from the top. Chris took it when it was fully out, shaking it firmly before he held it still in his hand, watching as the ink slowly darkened.

"Can you write your signature too?" You decided to use the opportunity to ask for his signature as well—which he gladly wrote down on the back. He wrote something else after his signature, but you were too dazed from the whole experience to notice it.

Chris handed you the picture and your camera, his fingers lingering on yours for a beat before he took his hands away, looking away as he cleared his throat.

After a few seconds, he looked back at you again with a friendly smile on his face, but his gaze lingered on your lips like he was longing for it—telling a very different story from the smile he was giving you.

You put the picture and camera in your bag, fixing your t-shirt one last time, not even noticing the way he was looking at you.

"Well..." He paused, looking into your eyes when you looked at him, searching yours with his blue ones. "It was a pleasure to meet you-" Before he could say anything else, his phone rang, breaking the moment between you two.

Chris let out a soft sigh when he saw the caller id.

"Nick’s calling me, probably wondering where I am... I gotta go." He flashed you an apologetic smile. "See you around." He pulled you into a quick hug before walking towards the door.

Chris looked back and waved slightly, flashing you a teasing smirk before he walked out of the room, leaving your heart beating rapidly from the encounter.

See you around, huh?

As you walked out of the stadium a few minutes later, you rummaged through your bag and took out the picture, biting back a wide grin as you looked at it. Your heart skipped a beat when you turned the picture around, seeing a phone number written below Chris’ signature with "Let’s keep in touch :)" written beside it.

No. Fucking. Way.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

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me and my moots <3

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BOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA

── ⋮ ⌗ HATE ME. . . ⟢ TOXIC.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: smut-heavy plot ・semi-public ・unprotected p n v + more

the music was too loud. like, pounding-through-your-ribs loud. bass shaking the cheap floorboards, sticky cups underfoot, bodies pressed too tight in a house meant for ten, filled with seventy. but none of it mattered—not the heat, the noise, or even the burn in your throat from your third vodka sour—because you were on a mission.

and you were doing a damn good job of it.

matt was trailing you like a worried mother hen, mumbling something about chris having just shown up and how this wasn’t a good idea. but you were past the point of caring. red cup in one hand, some tall, nameless guy’s hoodie sleeve in the other, you dragged him through the swarm of drunk strangers with your eyes locked on the hallway.

not because you needed a quiet place, but because you knew he’d be watching.

he always was. didn’t matter how many times you said it was over. didn’t matter how many times he said it, either. didn’t matter who stormed out, who slammed the door, who packed a bag and said we’re done this time—you were each other’s poison, but god, you liked how it burned.

you’d made it halfway down the hall by the time you lost matt in the crowd, your back pressed against the wall while mr. what’s-his-name’s tongue sloppily licked into your mouth, his hand cupping your ass with the finesse of a frat boy who hadn’t had pussy since spring break.

but you barely got to taste him.

the guy—tall, sandy-haired, maybe the linebacker on the rival school’s team—was a solid kisser, sure. hands confident, tongue eager. but he didn’t touch you like he knew you. didn’t grab your waist like he’d done it a hundred times. didn’t kiss you like he had something to prove.

“yo.”

one word and you recognized the voice immediately. hard and flat, like a warning shot.

the guy didn’t even pause. kept kissing you like he was trying to suck the life out of you.

chris didn’t like that.

“yo.” louder this time. closer.

you finally pulled back, licking your lips slowly as your eyes locked with chris over the guy’s shoulder. and there it was—that storm behind his eyes. unhinged and yours.

“problem, dude?” the guy said, blinking hard as he turned halfway toward him, like he hadn’t just been caught tonguing down someone else’s girl.

“yeah. actually. big fuckin’ one.”

you watched it unfold like a slow-motion car crash.

“the fuck’s your deal?” the guy asked, brows pulling together.

“you got a death wish or you just stupid?” chris tilted his head, jaw clenched tight. his fists were already curled.

“i’m sorry—do i know you?”

you knew that tone, you knew what was coming.

but you didn’t stop it—some messed up part of you liked seeing chris that pissed over you.

chris stepped in, real close, his voice low but furious. “you don’t need to know me. you just need to know whose fucking mouth you had your tongue in.”

the guy scoffed. “what—she your ex? she said she was single.”

“and you believed her?” chris’s laugh was all teeth. “that was your first mistake.”

“i didn’t realize she came with a leash.”

you didn’t even see the punch coming.

one second the guy was smirking, and the next he was slammed against the wall, chris’s fist in his collar, his other hand cocked back, ready to swing again.

“chris,” you warned, half-hearted.

“nah,” he snapped, barely glancing at you. “you wanna act like a big man? let’s see it. touch her again and i’ll break every fuckin’ finger you’ve got.”

“dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” the guy shoved back, landing one sloppy push to chris’s chest.

and that was it. the second swing knocked the guy into the wall with a heavy thud, someone screamed, and drinks sloshed as a circle formed.

you didn’t even flinch, just took a slow sip from your cup to distract yourself from the bubble of embarrassment washing over you.

“she’s not single dipshit,” chris growled, standing over him then he turned to you, heaving.

“let’s go.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you dragging me out of another party?”

“bathroom,” he said through gritted teeth. “now.”

and you followed.

he was still breathing heavy when he shoved the door shut behind you, slamming the lock into place with a loud click like he wanted the entire house to hear it.

your back hit the wall first, then his palm followed, pressed flat beside your head as he stared you down like you’d just ruined his life.

“you’ve got some fuckin’ nerve, kid” he spit, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

you tilted your head, all fake innocence. “what? thought we were broken up.”

“you think that makes it okay?” he snapped, dragging his hand down his face like he was trying to calm himself and failing miserably. “you had your fuckin’ tongue down his throat. you looked like a fuckin’ pornstar.”

“and? you looked like a fuckin’ idiot entertaining that barbie with the fake tan two nights ago.”

“don’t act like that’s the same thing.”

“it’s exactly the same,” you hissed, shoving at his chest. “you think you can do whatever you want and i’m just supposed to sit around and—”

“you don’t sit around!” he shouted back. “you pull this shit on purpose. you know how i get—”

“yeah? and you know how i get, chris,” you seethed, poking your finger hard into his chest. “i see the way you let those girls laugh and put their hands all over you like i’m not in the same room? like im not even real?”

“you are real,” he said, low now. dangerous. “you’re too real. you ruin me. you fucking own me.”

you breathed heavy, chest rising and falling, but you didn’t back down. “then fucking act like it.”

his mouth crashed into yours like it hated you. like it wanted to punish you. and maybe it did. maybe this whole thing was punishment—his hands dragging up your thighs, shoving your skirt up without care, his teeth scraping your jaw as he yanked your panties down to your knees.

“you wanna act like a slut?” he growled against your mouth. “fine.”

your moan was instant, involuntary, thighs twitching when he lifted you onto the edge of the sink. your back arched at the cold porcelain, the mirror behind your head fogging up already as his hand wrapped around your throat just enough to pin you still.

“but you don’t get to do it for anyone else,” he muttered. “you hear me?”

“fuck you,” you whispered.

he grinned. all sharp and mean. “you wish.”

he didn’t waste time, lined himself up and slammed in deep, no teasing, no warning, just thick and angry, and it knocked the wind out of you, your head thunking hard against the mirror.

“chris—” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

“nah, shut up. you had your fun,” he snapped, pounding into you like he was trying to fuck the memory of that guy out of your body. “look at me.”

you tried, tried to hold eye contact through the side mirror, but your lashes fluttered and your lips parted in a fucked-out gasp as his pace grew harsher.

“look at me,” he repeated, teeth clenched. “wanna see you watch yourself get ruined.”

your legs were shaking, moans spilling out between muttered curses, and his hand dropped from your throat to your clit, rubbing fast and rough until your voice cracked.

“chris—fuck, please—”

“please?” he mocked, cock twitching. “oh, now you be good?”

he slapped your inner thigh once, hard, just to hear the sting. “whose pussy is it?”

you blinked up at him, jaw loose, throat tight. he rolled his hips deeper, slower, dragging every inch out of you until you were shaking.

“say it.”

“yours,” you breathed. “it’s yours, chris. it’s always been yours.”

his groan was filthy, low and wrecked. “yeah. fucking right it is.”

you came like that—crying his name, your body arching, clenched around him while he fucked you through it, chasing his own high with a growl pressed into your neck.

when he came, it was with a hiss of your name and a promise that didn’t sound like a lie this time.

“mine,” he whispered, forehead to yours, breath ragged. “mine even when you hate me.”

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this all i have to say. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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i miss you :( also your theme is so so cute

i miss u more ! and thank you baby

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if you cant tell im taking a break from posting fics :)) ill be on here to read and talk sometimes, but fics… no idea! if i pop out with one, dont be surprised but who knows if that’ll happen. come yap in my inbox, and i’ll respond! see yall later ^_^

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have berry and matt hung out since the "studying"? if they have, what did they do??☺️☺️

yes!!! they went to the library a couple times after

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what was berry and matt's last message???☺️☺️

matt | tuesday 2:34pm

hey wya?

berry?

u havent been at school for a bit, are u okay?

berry | tuesday 6:42pm

m fine

matt | tuesday 6:45pm

okay love

text me if anything

*berry liked message.*

they havent texted since tuesday.

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thank u babyyyy

i havent opened this app in ages man 💔💔

I MISSED UUU !!!

i never write anymore, my mental health has been horrible

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i havent opened this app in ages man 💔💔

I MISSED UUU !!!

i never write anymore, my mental health has been horrible

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ik i asked this 2 days ago but whoops! what are berry and nerd!matt doing rn? :3

saturday | 4:39pm

matt is currently watching chris’s lacrosse game at another school!! berry is out with a couple friends at a restaurant:))

(i love ur asks ab matt and berry keep em coming)

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hiiii!!!! i miss u :((

what are berry and matt doing rn???🍓🍓🍓

hi baby i miss you even more!!! (text me rn)

thursday | 2:06pm

they both just got out school and matt’s in a mood because one of his teachers accused him of cheating, and berry hasnt been at school/talking to him. berry hasnt been the best, and she’s upstate.

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trust im working on fics, and they’ll be out soon!!! (for most of my au’s- nerd!matt, tsitp, pornstar!chris, murderhouse!matt, lacrosseplayer!matt)

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when the function so boring you gotta pull out this combo

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misery.

it's always been you and the water. you're a siren who kills dishonest men who hurt you.

sirens are supposed to kill every sailor and man they come across, and that's exactly what your ancestors did. you're different though. more sensitive, more empathetic than a siren might be. that's why your father banished you.

he banished you to the lake, and all your other family and friends lived out in the sea, miles and miles away. you don't even know how you even got here, either.

"chris, aren't you just so fuckin' glad to be here right before tour?" matt said, 2 dufflebags in hand as he uses his back to open the cabin door. "i mean, i guess. this shit is more up your way, matt. i know nate is ecstatic to be here, ain't that right kid?"

nathan nods, rolling his eyes. "no one s more excited than matty boy, this shit is the life he always wanted." nick groans loudly from behind all them. "can we get a fucking move on! i need to fucking pee."

matt laughs as he makes his way deeper into the cabin, setting his bags down in a single bed room before walking back to the living room. "we're in the middle of nowhere, jus' whip your dick out and piss, dude. not that big of a deal."

nick grimaces at the thought before setting his bags down next to matt. "no thanks." he makes his way to the bathroom as chris and nate plop onto the couch. "smells jus' like it used to. can you believe it's been what? 4 years since we were last here?" nate nods. "yeah, right before y'guys moved to la."

"it's getting dark soon, y'all wanna go walk around before bed?" matt asks, looking at his phone for the time. 7:23. nick emits from the bathroom, shaking his head. "no, i gotta edit and post some shit, if there's any wifi." nate and chris nod. "yeah, there's a celtics game startin' at 7:45, and we don't want to miss it." nate says.

"okay, i'll be back soon, just gonna go walk around for a bit. don't gamble all my fucking money, kid." he points at nate before walking out of the cabin, closing the door. nathan was right, this was the first time since they were 17 that they were at the cabin.

the remote cabin in the middle of upstate massachusetts has always been matt's favorite. the lake, a short walk from the cabin, was also something had always admired.

he started making his way through the woods, the sun shining less and less every minute. he sat on the dock, stretching his legs out as he laid down, looking up at the sky.

he started humming to himself as he let the wind flow through him, but as he took a breath and stopped humming, the melody was still heard. he stopped humming completely, sitting up on his elbows and looking around.

it was noticeably dark now, causing him to squint his eyes to be able to see properly. he saw the water starting to gain some waves. his eyes locked on a rock that seemed to have something moving on it, his face scrunching up. "fuckin' big ass fish." he whispers to himself.

the moonlight hit the rock almost perfectly, and the melody he heard never stopped. his body tensed up when he realized it wasn't a fish no- it was a girl. a girl who looked beautiful in the moonlight, a girl who had a beautiful voice.

"um, excuse me? is everything okay? do you need help?" he yells out to her as he stands up. she turns to face him, and leaps into the water. "no way." he mutters, stepping back from the edge of the dock, looking into the water.

her head pokes up from under the water, and the eye contact between the two. "what the fuck? what are you?" he asks shaky. she tilts her head, smiling softly. she never really saw people- especially men, come around the lake anymore. she wanted to wait to see if he would hurt her before killing him. that's kinda her motto.

"what do you think i am?" her soft voice almost made him fall to his knees. "w-was that you singing out there?" he asks nervously. the night had fallen over them, only the moonlight being the nearest light until the cabin.

"of course it was, did you like it?" he nods, gulping. he sits slowly back down onto the dock, and she swims closer, resting her elbows as she lifts herself slightly.

"yes, it was beautiful, and you're beautiful too. i just don't understand how- or why you're out here." she smiles again, intrigued by his gentleness. "well thank you, and this is my home. i'm always out here." she lifts her tail slightly out of the water so he could see.

his jaw drops, and he almost felt his heart stop. "you're a mermaid." he says quietly. "a relative of the mermaid, yes." his eyes flicker back to her in confusion. before he could get his question out on what she actually is, she interrupts. "i'm misery, and you are?"

"uhm, matt. i'm matt. i can't believe this is real right now, it feels like a fucking dream. y-your name. misery? like miserable?" he quiets down on the last part, almost to not trigger something.

"maybe. i'm not completely sure. i fear we have talked too much already though, matt. i haven't killed you yet which is what i am supposed to do-" her voice is caught off by a distant scream.

"matt! where are you, kid?" chris yells through the forest. matt turns his head to the woods behind him, and then back to misery. "he won't hurt you, i promise." he quickly whispers, and she shakes her head. "i must go. you cannot tell anyone about this. farewell, matt." she ducks her head and body back under the water, swimming fast away, deeper into the lake.

his mouth gapes, and his face twitches in confusion again at the moment, before another yell, much closer than before, is heard. "matt, what the hell? where the hell have you been? i've been calling your phone for god knows how long. it's been like 3 hours, kid." chris breaths out as he walks closer to matt, finally being able to see him.

"3 hours? it hasn't been that long." matt mutters as he stands up, taking out his phone from his pocket, and sure enough. about 20+ missed text messages from the other boys, and a dozen phone calls, and the time states: 10:56.

"no fucking way. i'm sorry, i didn't even realize- i was so caught up," chris shakes his head. "in what? you haven't been doing anything, you looked like you were sleeping as i was walking toward you. and you're drenched in water? what the fuck happened, you took a dip in your clothes before taking a nap?"

matt looks down, he didn't even notice. his clothes were drenched, and so was his hair, which was dripping down. when did he get in the water?

"i don't even know, dude. i'm freaked out, let's just head back." matt quickly rushes past chris, practically running back to the cabin, opening the door; barely holding it open before rushing into the bathroom.

he looks at himself, chest moving rapidly up and down, and drenched. "what the fuck just happened."