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endereies · 12 hours ago

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SNOWBALL FIGHT - MS

No Nut November - Day 21

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-➤ You and Matt mess about in the snow

You often found asylum in the heat of your own home during the bitter months, wrapped up in numerous blankets. Today was slightly different. The cold seasons usually give you frosty winds that just ice over the dew drops in the grass but overnight, it fell in unique white dust forms.

Soft yet crunchy snow had fallen onto the ground which gave the concrete an extra crisp layer atop it. It was so peaceful.

You dragged your boyfriend out of bed, bundling up in any fabric you could find. Even then, your breath became visible in the air, fading into invisibility. You let out a sigh, captivated and taken aback by the pretty scene in front of you. That was until Matt dragged you by your wrist into the snow.

Immediately, he was grabbing balls of snow, rolling them around to increase the size of them. “Am I doing this myself, or what?” Quickly you got his idea in your mind and started on your own mount of snow. By the time you had rummaged all the snow that was in your area, the feeling in your feet had dissipated, yet you were too distracted by Matt to notice.

His tongue stuck out in concentration as he sculpted the next layer of what was a forming snowman. He was working at it intently, using his gloved hands to morph the snow into perfect spheres. Carefully, he places each ball on top of each other, diligently working on creating its perfect form. Occasionally, he checks in on your progress while he continues. He glanced over at you as you worked on your own ball of snow, and he immediately chuckled seeing the completely focused look on your face. Your eyes were narrowed in concentration as you continued to form your smooth ball, and he had to laugh at the way you were standing out in the freezing cold without a care in the world.

After a few moments, you finally met his gaze and chuckled as you lifted your creation. “Want any help with that, love?”

“Nope…I got it!” You paused your speech as you reached onto your tiptoes to gently nudge your ball onto the others that Matt had made. He rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head as he watched you struggling to reach up to put your snowy creation on the top of the snowman. A small smile crept across his face as he watched you, seeing how you seemed completely determined to do this without his help.

That was until you dropped it.

Matt’s eyes widened as the ball of snow toppled over its desired position and landed on his head, immediately coating his hair in a layer of white. He stood there for a moment, completely frozen before a look of mock horror covered his face. He lifted his hands and began wiping the excess snow from his head, turning in your direction and eyeing you with a playful glare.

Both your hands covered your mouth. All you could do was stand there in shock as your boyfriend rattled the snow out of his hair, turning to you.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-“he laughs at your immediate reaction, shaking his head to get the rest of the snow from his hair. A mischievous grin forms on his face as he takes a step towards you, his eyes locked on yours

"Oh no no no, you're gonna pay for that, baby..." He laughs at your immediate reaction, shaking his head to get the rest of the snow from his hair.

Matt ignored the wet feeling of melted snow down his back and reached for a handful of it from the ground. He formed it into a crude ball, tossing it up and down to test the firmness. The playful look in his eyes said all you needed to know before throwing it at you.

A small smirk tugged at his lips when he saw it hit your chest, remnants sticking to your shirt. Immediately, he reaches down and grabs more handfuls of snow, enough to make a few snowballs. In retaliation, you did the same. Grabbing whatever you could and pelting it at him, the force making him jump.

It was no longer about the snow, it was about you.

His footsteps crunched in the snow as he sprinted after you, a playful gleam in his eyes and a smirk still dancing on his lips. He was determined to catch up with you, and he wasn't going to stop until he had you in his grasp. There was a playful intensity in his movements as he made his way towards you, quickly moving to tackle you into the snow.

“Matt wait!” You attempt to run in the snow, the unusual difference making you stumble as you start to move.

He laughed as you tried to call out to him. He was too focused on trying to reach you to pay any attention to your words. Matt continued his pursuit, closing the gap between you with each stride he took. His eyes were locked on the sight of you running, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and determination as he chased after you. Finally, he made his move. lunging at you and with a smooth agile motion, he wrapped his arms around your torso, tackling you to the thick snow. Giggles escaped between the two of you.

“Gotcha!” Matt’s gaze fell on your face, the way you laughed, the redness of your cheeks. He couldn’t help but admire you.

The sound of your laughter fell into a silence, the pair of you laying there together. The stillness only broken by the cool breeze stirring through your hair. he lifted one hand, gently brushing away some of the snow that remained on your face. He then moved his hand to trace a soft line from your temple to your jaw, his touch delicate and reverent. He looked up at you, a soft smile still on his lips as he spoke.

“Stay still, you’ve got a little something…just,” He paused, using this opportunity to plant his lips on yours. He held his position for a few more moments, his eyes fluttering closed as he savoured the kiss. After a moment he pulled away, still looking at you delicately. “There.”

“You’re ridiculous…”

“Mhm, love you too.”

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endereies · 3 days ago

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HAIR TIE - MS

No Nut November - Day 19

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-➤ Matt learns how to braid his daughters hair

Taking care of an adorable baby girl was always Matt’s dream, he had always practiced how to take care of a baby. All their requirements, meanings of behaviour, that man could write an essay. One thing that he hadn’t prepared for was his child growing up. Their characteristics started to change and meanings had been rewritten. He felt almost inadequate.

Mila would reach up into your arms and would simultaneously cower from his. She hadn’t meant it of course. Mothers have a natural connection to their child; they supply them with everything they need. All he wanted was to be included.

When you went on a trip with one of your friends, Matt was prepared. He knew the routine you had begun with Mila, waking her up, having breakfast and then getting her ready for the day.

Breakfast was easy enough. A slice to toast was cut into little strips with a boiled egg that was still runny inside. Matt typically made breakfast, so this was an easy feat. But when it came to getting Mila ready, his confidence was struck.

“Which outfit today, baby? We have Bluey and black leggings or…Peppa Pig and pink leggings.” He held up the pair of outfits to either side of his body, letting her see them first hand.”

“Bluey!” She practically jumped at and down at the reminder of her favourite show, even Matt wasn’t surprised that it was the choice.

Mila lifted up her arms so that the shirt could be placed over her head. When it was one, she was sure to pull it into her eyesight, giggling as she named each the characters.

“Sweetie how do you want your hair done today?” His daughter tapped her chin as she pondered slightly “Braids please.”

Shit. That was the one style Matt prayed she wouldn’t utter. He had tried continuously to attempt the style, knowing it was Mila’s favourite and yet he couldn’t grasp it. The hair never twisted right and it looked a mess most of the time. With you no longer there to aid him, he felt a tighten in his chest. “Of course, just sit there m’kay?”

Mila nodded exaggeratedly before bringing her attention to the miscellaneous items displayed over the vanity. He wasn’t about to say no to his daughter and YouTube was the first thing he pulled up. Every other time he had tried to braid was through your own voiced aid, this was his next best shot.

The video played on a low volume and he watched intently as he brushed through her hair. Following the instructions, he parted her hair evenly down the centre which created two even sections. To simplify things further, he tied a small band around the bunch of hair, hoping that he wouldn’t get confused.

Over. Under. Over. Matt repeated it like a mantra, chanting with the video so he didn’t get lost. Thankfully, her hair wasn’t insanely long or thick which aided the trial and error. His fingers twiddled the piece of hair and when the band was wrapped around whatever was left, he admired it. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, the odd strand poking out but it was a braid.

With astound confidence, he moved swiftly onto the next braid. Matt backtracked the video and tried again, remembering to tighten how he held the strands so that it wasn’t fall like the other. It was progress and he couldn’t ask for anything else.

“There you go, look good?”

“Yes! Thanks daddy!” Her words were joyous as she picked each of his accomplishments up and looked down at them with crossed eyes.

“Anything for you, baby…”

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endereies · 19 days ago

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JUST NEED YOU - CS

No Nut November - Day 3

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-➤ After a long day, Chris goes to you for comfort

Being awake late into the night repeatedly created such a messed-up sleep schedule and it was taking its toll. Ever since the triplets made a new schedule to fit around meetings and events, they found themselves filming into the dark hours of the day so that they could publish a higher quality video.

Chris was always energetic, and he portrayed that during every free opportunity. However, today was slightly different. Him and his brothers planned a stream about midday, along with a late filming session. Nothing he couldn’t handle until his team wanted to have a sudden meeting about his upcoming Fresh Love merch drop. It was early in the day compared to what he was used to.

The meeting wasn’t anything special, but it cut into the hours of rest he hoped would get him through the day. He wasn’t even sure of the meeting wasn’t necessary or a topic that couldn’t be discussed over a few strings of emails.

Then the streaming session followed. So many interactive tasks messed with his brain. Reading out the subs, communicating with the chat, following the requests, playing games while having to make the content engaging with commentary, it was becoming too much. Everything started to blur together, and his brothers could see that. They picked up on the subtle changes of their brother and brought the stream to a close.

“You going to be okay for filming dude?” Matt’s voice caught his attention and dragged it away from the day dream he didn’t even know he was having,

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just a little tired but I’m fine. I’ll grab an energy drink or something.” He shrugs, hiding the mental exhaustion on his face behind a meek smile. His brothers chose not to bring it up again and trust Chris with his words.

“Alright then, see you later.” Chris mumbled a goodbye to Nick, leaving the room to grab a drink from their fridge. The crack of the can giving him some hope that he’d feel more awake. But that’s the opposite of what happened.

The triplets had scheduled a car video for this Friday and if Nick wanted to have it edited by then, they had to film tonight. He was sat in the passenger seat, his third drink laying in the centre console. The filming started promising. Even with no topic, they each found small topics of conversation to entertain. He felt the drinks start to wear off and he couldn’t help but feel more agitated. Bantar turned into insults and left his mouth before he could process. Guilt filled his stomach as more words came out, eventually falling to silence.

When the camera finally stopped showing the red light, Chris sunk into his seat. Overstimulation ran through him by now and he hated it. Every cell in his body practically vibrated and he didn’t feel okay.

“Matt?” He offered a sincere tone to his brother, not opening his eyes while he leant back.

Matt glanced over to his body, evidently full of fatigue. “Yeah buddy?”

“Could you drop me at y/n’s house, please.” His brain felt fuzzy, he needed to just take his mind off his life for a moment. With his own home full of cameras, social media plans and reminders of what he had to do next, he needed a secondary. Your place held sanction to everything that made Chris feel calmer, safer. Away from cameras, away from his job and into your arms. When Matt hummed in response the car grew silent once more. Relief flooded him and a gracious smile twitched at his lips.

Neither Nick nor Matt uttered a word about the situation to Chris. They understood. There had been times where both of them had been in the same boat. The weren’t about to ridicule and tease Chris for that. Chris was just staring out the window at this point, falling silent which allowed the aux’s music to be heard. His eyes traced the painted lines on the road awaiting the moment those lines turned into the gravel of your drive way.

Chris knew you were home, he had been on and off messaging all day. Every few hours he’d receive a text from you just asking about his day. It wasn’t uncommon for Chris to seek your attention after a harsh day, today was no different.

He found himself stood in front of your door for mere moments before pushing the door open. His breathes instantly levelled and a feeling of relief filled his body as he took in the familiar surroundings. “Baby?”

“I’m in my room, Chris!” It didn’t take him long before he wondered into your bedroom.

When he pushed the door open, the scent of your vanilla candles breezed past him, the light casting a soft glow against your skin. You were stood by your closet, organising out piles of clothes freshly washed and dried. He couldn’t help but admire the way the flickered candle lights lit up the room. You feel his eyes baring into yours.

“What’s s’matter babe?” You don’t lock eyes with him briefly as you stretch your body to place a t-shirt away. Chris dawdled towards you, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth.

“Too fucking much, m’exhausted and stressed.” His arms easily wrapped your waist, the feel of your skin making him sigh softly. You felt the pressure of his face, buried into your neck as he breathes in your scent.

“Would you want to lie down for a bit?” A small giggle passes your lips when Chris’s grip on your waist gets tighter. “Thought you’d never ask…”

Reluctantly, he let go of your body only for his hands to find yours, dragging you both towards your bed. Your bodies align so easily so that you were lying on his chest. Peppered kisses trace your features gently. Chris loves these moments more than anything, the times of the day where he could just be him with no camera or responsibility pushed into his face.

You settle your body in his arms, his heartbeat prominent when you placed your head flat on his chest. Chris’s hand finds his way to your scalp, running his fingers back and forth.

“You want to talk about your day?” You whisper softly, tilting your head to meet his gaze once more. Something in the way you look at him makes his body relax further.

He is quick to shake his head, planting a kiss on your lips. “ Jus’ need you…”

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endereies · 15 days ago

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FEEL BETTER YET? - MS

No Nut November - Day 7

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ When you are on your period, Matt is always there to look after you

Every month you endured pain like no other, your abdomen puncturing you from the inside out. It was only 3am but it felt like you had been up for hours, tossing and turning to find any relief. Painkillers failed to aid you and if you moved too much, spurts of nausea floated around your body.

The one thing you were concerned about was not staining your boyfriend’s sheets underneath you. You had already changed a few times in the night, at that point it was better to stay there. The entirety of your body was pushed against the radiator, locating any lingering warmth you could without having to manually do it yourself.

It was agonising, the fact this had to happen at all to you made emotions sky rocket. The trembles of your body matched the way your breathing shuddered when your stomach clenched.

Just as another tear fell, the light above you flickered on.

“Baby? Fuck…are you okay?” Matt was by your side in an instant, his touch giving you the warm you desperately were trying to clutch onto. He was quietly analysing you and the scene in front of him as his concern increased. Each time you wanted to speak smoothly, the sharp pains constructed you. It just made you whimper in pain and it broke Matt’s heart.

He was used to you having rough periods, but this was on another level. You couldn't breathe. You couldn’t think clearly, your mind fogged with the sheer agony within.

“Why aren’t you in bed baby, you could’ve woken me…you know that…” His tone was gentle and made you sob a few more tears before any words left.

“I- I didn’t want to bloody your sheets..or uh bother you…” You looked away once you saw his face twist into one almost filled with guilt. Independency was idolised by you, he saw it in everything you did. But he wanted to take care of you, this was the small sliver he had and he was going to use that.

“I’ll be back, okay? Just two seconds my love.” Just as quickly as he spoke, he left. The light above remained on, a signal he was still there. Rustling was heard in the distance but once the pain surged it was hard to focus on. Everything was too much. Towels bunched up around you, trying to protect you from the pain, no matter how much it didn’t work.

The sharp pains in your stomach had only gotten worse, even after medication. Every time that Matt crossed your mind it only made you feel so needy, clingy. Like a burden.

Matt returned quickly with his hands full on certain products you couldn’t quite make out. “So first off, I got the chocolates from the fridge I saved for you, and some of those sweets you like to chew…” The packets were held up as he showed them off to you. “I got some of the stronger medications for if you needed to top off with them, uh, I grabbed your socks too and just made a hot water bottle for you. I know last time was a little too hot, so I put some cold water into it as well. “

His gaze finally met your eyes, staring at the pile with tears forming. It was obvious you weren't blinking so that you didn't cry. You knew if you had tried to speak, your emotions would quickly be revealed, if they weren't already by your expression. Your lips switched into a small smile, full of gratitude towards him.

“I- Thank you…really”

“Anytime, I mean that. I just want to be here for you, no matter what.” You let out a small chuckle, allowing yourself to finally give into his efforts to take care of you, you needed it in the moment. Not that you’d admit that to him. He quickly placed the items on your his bed before returning to your side.

One arm reached under your knees while the other supported your back as he pulled you to his chest. It was warm and it was safe. You almost forgot about the pain. Almost.

He lowered you onto the mattress on your side of the bed before handing you the hot water bottle, along side your medication and a drink. He wanted to look after you, not overwhelm you. Matt pulled back from you, climbing under the duvet alongside you.

“I don’t want you to worry about the sheets or bothering me, just worry about yourself. You’re my priority and I never wanting you to think that ill ignore your pain. Never ever will I do that to you sweetheart.” His voice was barely heard over my breathing and a part of you wanted to ignore it, you couldn’t.

Subconsciously your body drew close towards him, the heat of the bottle inching closer to his skin until your head lay on his shoulder. “Feel better yet?” You nodded slightly. The pain had subsided, the bottle and his words warming the aches away.

“I love you, you know that right?” A soft smile covered his lips, placing a light kiss on your head.

“I love you too..”

This was what you needed.

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endereies · 2 months ago

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ATTRIBUTES AND QUALITIES - MS - BLURB

Pairing: bf!matt x gf!reader

Contains: The details of Matt as your boyfriend, on and off camera

Requested?: yes by @bernardsbendystraws - Request

Author's notes: This shouldn't have taken me so very long to write but neither should almost everything on my platform

Word Count: 1692

╰┈➤ SFW

༊*·˚ You both tended to avoid social situations, this included date nights

You had fixed your dress one too many times for it to slip Matt's conscience. It was adorned with two perfectly symmetrical bows which lined the skin of your shoulders. They barely reached the built in corset line, covered in a soft silk. It was so barely blue to the point where you could only see it in the dim lighting of your room. Pleats curve at your hips and flow to your knees. It was clear how much you were smitten with the fabric. Matt watched you steal glances at the mannequin poised at the front window, hence his insisted purchase.

Delicate touches, traced your hips from behind and as much as you felt unease within the situation, you melted into his touch. "Hi pretty" His voice felt so pure against your neck and you couldn't help but giggle. A few peppered kisses later, he leant back to watch the reflection of you both in the full body mirror. Knitted material covered his arms, covering sections of his darker belt. That was wrapped round his light-wash jeans that became a staple in his wardrobe.

"Hey Matt" It was a timid voice that escaped your mouth, you hadn't meant for it to. It faded into the air but when you finally looked up you were met with Matt's gaze, falling heavily on you. He smiled against your neck, allowing his breath to tickle he skin.

"You don't want to go out tonight do you..?" Guilt filled you almost instantly. You were aware that he had made reservations at this fine dining place he pointed out one late-night drive. It was a high end place but the atmosphere was one to be appreciated. Yet tonight you were dreading it.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I know you booked this fancy place but I-" His fingers quickly silenced you as he pressed them against your lips. He dryly laughed and turned your chin to face him directly. "I was hoping you'd say that..I just want to watch movies alongside you. How'd you feel with that, love?"

You sighed deeply, letting yourself relax onto him. "I'd love nothing more."

༊*·˚ He loved to make you feel safe and loved whenever he could

The last few days had been filled with thunderstorms that stretched into every evening. Tonight was no different. Several hours had gone by and nothing showed signs of the storm easing up. Clouds remained dark and your window was covered in drops of rain that sped down the glass. It wasn't that you hated the way the clouds lit up to reveal the purple hues. It was the way the thunder clapped unexpectedly that made you tense. It was deafening and not even the steady hums of your playlist could block out the sounds.

You had given up the idea of sleep and simply attempted to sleep between the duvet and pillows of your bed. Bunches of fabric were huddled near your chest and practically covered your face.

"Baby? I'm home!" Finally Matt had come home from his filming session that got cut early from the rain. They all agreed it would be better to continue when sounds of water and lightning didn't fill the mic.

He wasn't oblivious to the way thunder made you uneasy, he had seen you more than once feel uncomfortable and refuse to relax. Although never this bad.

Once he was met with silence, you heard him wonder around the house. It wasn't long before he creaked open the bedroom door. You could see the way his expression softened thanks to the bursts of light outside.

"Are you okay..?" The answer was obvious when he saw stray tears lingering on your cheeks. Rustling was quickly caused by the shaking of your head, not trusting your voice to not let you down.

He caught on your feelings instantly and slid under whatever duvet you hadn't bundled at your chest. You felt his body slide next to yours, the warmth welcoming. A sudden crash of thunder echoed through the room. Matt would be lying if he said it didn't feel good when you immediately reached out for him with closed eyes.

"You're okay baby.." Reassuring words slipped past his lips as he caressed your hair gently. "I got you."

༊*·˚ He always managed to slip your name into a conversation

Tara had thrown one of her iconic parties and as per Matt's request, you were by his side. Finally meeting some people you had dreamed of seeing for years, it was safe to say you were happy.

The whole night you were beaming alongside Matt and his friends. Dressed in a light silver dress that has small glitters embedded in the fabric, Matt could watch the way you shined forever.

"Hey baby? I'm gonna go with Nick and see Tara for a moment. I'll be back" It was hard to suppress a chuckle as his brother pretended to gag at the pet name. "Go ahead y/n."

With the lack of vibrant lighting, he easily lost you in the crowd but once he turned around he caught the eye of Jake. "Matt, didn't think you would turn up if imma be honest." His eyes took in his outfit, carefully put together. Laying on his wrist was a bracelet that caught his eye. "Woah, nice bling. How much was that?"

"Oh, I'm not sure, my girl got it for me a few weeks ago. She asked if I could wear it to match her dress tonight." A knowing smile crossed Jakes's face and a slight laughed escaped his lips. "Ahh is that so."

༊*·˚ He hates the way you think so low of yourself and would always defend against any negative thoughts you had

You had been shopping around stores on one of the rare days that Matt had no work on. You had been invited out to an event with your friends so it only seemed fitting to find a specialized outfit.

He was patiently sat outside the fitting rooms with the assortment of bags surrounding his feet. He saw a figure walk out and when he finally lifted his eyes, his jaw dropped. You were wrapped in a gorgeous red fabric that was cinched at the left side of your body. It had laid gently across your mid thigh.

You opened the curtain and revealed your outfit to Matt. "Woah.."

"I know, I'm not really a fan of it, I mean.." Your words trailed off as you looked down towards your stomach and hips.

"What are you on about? I'm obsessed with the way this looks on you, It looks even better when you feel that way too. This dress highlights your best features, baby. All of them."

You placed yourself in front of the mirror and tried to brush down any features you felt mildly uncomfortable with. Matt had come up behind you and placed his hands on your hip while resting his chin on to your bare shoulder.

"My pretty girl." He sighed into your neck and that was enough to pay for the dress with your Matt's card later.

༊*·˚ He would always pamper you whenever you felt unwell / on your period

It had been about an hour since Matt left your apartment. All you asked was that he pick up some chocolate to satiate your cravings, which had been an upset for the past six hours. The sharp pains in your stomach had only gotten worse, even after medication. Every time that Matt crossed your mind it only made you feel so needy, clingy. Like a burden.

Little did you know that Matt was rushing around several stores for more than your sweet treats. Any time you made a comment about something you liked, he made sure that you got it. A bouquet of your favourite flowers had ended in his basket, along with an assortment of treats, a candle with your preferred smells inside, a pink bath bomb and of course, Pads and tampons.

He hadn't meant to take so long but when you finally heard the front door of your apartment click open you were full of relief.

The gentle knocks on your bedroom door spurred you to sit up against the headboard, the hot water bottle across your midriff.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm back" His voice was meek, as if you had barely woken up.

"What took you so long, Matt? Did you get lost" A slight giggle passed your lips, met with a shake of Matt's head.

"No, baby. I just went on a little spree." That's when your jaw dropped. Finally, he pulled the bags from behind the door and placed them heavily at the end of your bed.

"So, at first, I was only going to get you the chocolates, but then I saw these Haribo's I remember you practically stole from me because they were 'too good to resist'." The bags of confectionary rustled on the blankets. "Then I saw this candle and it was blue, which grabbed my attention. Then I saw it was your favourite so of course I grabbed it. I had to get you pads and tampons. I know you alternate so I grabbed both kinds." A small pile began to form at your feet. "Oh! I also saw some fuzzy socks so they went in and i stopped at Lush to get you a bath bomb. They didn't have your normal one so i got a back up one for you!"

"Y/n..? You okay.. did i do something wrong..?" With an insistent shake of your head, you denied his words.

"You did all this for...me?" You looked up to him in mere disbelief. "Of course I did. I always will. I can tell you needed this."

"Matt...thank you.."

"You can thank me once I've run your bath, okay love?"

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endereies · 13 days ago

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MOVIE NIGHT - CS

No Nut November - Day 9

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ You and Chris relaxing and watching a film together

You and Chris had gotten settled on the sofa together while the tv was shining over the pair of you while it displayed a film you’d seen before. All the lights were turned off and the smell of fresh sweet and salty popcorn filled your senses. A fluffy blanket covered the majority of your body while Chris just sat next to you in one of his larger hoodies These moments happened less than you both wanted, with both of your schedules colliding. However, when they did happen, you both settled into each other’s company quickly, unwinding from the week just gone.

The longer the movie plays, you take notice of his movements towards you. Even with your legs touching, he needed more of the person he loved. In his mind the film had been long abandoned, and his attention drew to the way the film cast a soft glow to your face. Your cheekbones were slightly more accentuated, your eyes had gained a little more sparkle, and a dusting of blush covered the tip of your nose. He just couldn’t stop admiring you. Chris loved the simple things about you especially the way your nose twitched whenever he made popcorn to share. He was just so drawn you, and he had no control.

After a while of Chris inching closer, his chin laid on your shoulder. You were used to Chris being close to you, but after realising how much he moved, you giggled in confusion.

“Chris...? Whatcha doing...” He didn’t utter a word and just wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, his fingers rubbing back and forth where your shirt lifted. Eventually he spoke, his voice melodic and lethargic.

“Nothing, just love m’girl.” You rolled your eyes, covering the way your blush grew deeper in your cheeks.

“Are you even watching?” you questioned his behaviour subtly.

“I’m watching you, does that count.” As much as you try, you can’t seem to regain focus back on to the film and you just feel him watching you silently. He notices the way you react, quickly commenting on it.

“Sorry baby, you’re just adorable what can I say?” Chris smiles softly, drawing one hand up to run through your hair, pushing back a few strands so he can see you better.

“Chris. You’re actually a dork.” A few pieces of popcorn shovel into your mouth, distracting you from his sweet comments. You couldn’t help but blush whenever he spoke about you. His words lulled you further into your emotions and he somehow always knew what to say.

“You love it” he leant his head forwards slightly and glanced quickly at your lips. “May I?”

With a nod from you as permission, he closed the remaining amount of distance and shyly kissed you. A satisfied hum leaves him which makes you smile into the kiss. You both kept it mild yet tender and when he pulled back, he stared into your eyes, a stupid grin on his face.

“I love you, you know that right?” In that moment, everything faded away. You knew he loved you and yet you still found yourself acting like a high-school kid with their first crush when he said it to you. “I love you too Chris.”

He leant back to his original position, not before grabbing a handful of the now cold popcorn and shovelling it into his mouth.

“Babe? Can you rewind it? I was not paying attention…”

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endereies · 2 months ago

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JUST A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON

Pairing: Matt x Reader

Contains: You always go to Matt whenever things get hard, but little do you know he wants you to be there by his side permanently. Includes comments on weight, arguing, drunkenness - if I missed anything, let me know !!

Requested?: no

Author's notes: I definitely did not forget that I had this !! No happy ending in this one y'all <3

Word Count: 3815

Going back and forth between California and Boston wasn’t an easy feat, even for the triplets themselves. And yet, you always stood proud at the airport, smiling at their exhausted expressions that plastered their faces.

Nick adored you, holding a steady peace sign against your head in the photo that was scattered on his desk. You found similarities between the pair of you that quickly became abundantly clear to others. The loud laughs that escaped your lungs were easily heard by surrounding spectators. Some lucky enough to the hear the jokes made while others watch you both heave with confusion. It was the raw consistency between you two that kept the friendship strong. You became a staple in his Instagram posts, being in the foreground of a restaurant setting or even the camera man that he’d credit in his stories. You were there. You’d find yourself caught up in a mini vlog sent over via Snapchat which wound you leaning on the sofa arm with a heavy head. He never could escape that life.

Chris was nothing short of Nick, cherishing each time Mario Kart blessed the screen in front of you. Being in the carpeted floors of your bedrooms often led to video game sessions. Stores on main streets allowed you to find a new game per week or so to indulge in. And obviously Chris joined. He always joined in, attached at your hip. Chris was always more physical than the other two and you frequently embraced that fact. You absentmindedly grabbed his arm for stabilisation whenever your laces came loose. Yet, he often acted the same, standing their on his phone, not paying attention to the small gesture. He was always one to pay things forward, so you’d find a can of your favourite soda to repay the same one you bought him mere hours ago. No matter how many times you tried to stop him, he practically insisted, how could you argue with him anyway?

Matt was less reluctant to open himself to you. He had a hard time maintaining close relationships with people, they often changed throughout lengthy seasons as the distance grew. He figured it would be the same with you. That summer entered his life as fast as you did, cool breezes enclosing around you while you greeted him. You never showed the slight disappointment when he replied with a meek smile. ‘That’s how he is, don’t sweat it too much.’ Nick’s words didn’t offer you as much comfort as time did. Two years went by and you stuck like glue to the three of them. Each trip they went on back home didn’t lack any calls between you all, initiated by Chris. Of course.

Each late night conversation and campfire story revealed each other to you. They typically ended with each of you swinging your legs on the logs as the marshmallow melts on a stick. He more or less listened to you ramble about random things whilst he acknowledged each syllable. Time drifted easily in those situations, Nick and Chris leaving you two be to rest.

He loved learning new things about new, writing things in his notes so he wouldn’t forget. That’s how he always knew what to get you in the convenience store, or even for your birthday. One thing he was surprised to hear about was your boyfriend.

Cameron wasn’t a name that slipped past your lips easily. It should’ve been. You only revealed his existence about 6 months after knowing the triplets, that’s when the questions came.

You loved Cameron, most the time. It was when he drunk that you tended to place guards up. It’s like he thinks that alcohol is an opening to say and do whatever he pleases whenever he pleases. He tried to push me into drinking occasionally, but after months of resistance, he gave up that idea.

But in this moment, your only thought was on getting the triplets home, so you did just that. The fast food that you collected each ride back from airports tainted their loopy grins with sweetened appreciation. It was nice to see the glint of affection within their eyes. Especially seeing Matt’s become frequent.

This was your third time collecting them up after their flights. When Matt asked you the first time, he seemed hesitant about asking. It wasn’t like you would yell at him and laugh in his face about waking up in early hours. They may have not been the most appealing, but it was worth it.

“Oh, come on! You had aux last night; you are not getting that privilege again.” One thing you had missed while you were away, were the loud personalities they possessed, but now wasn’t one of those times.

“Chris, can you stop snatching the lead it keeps hitting me!” Bickering emerged between himself and Nick within the first ten minutes of the drive back. Unlike the middle triplet who sat diagonal to you with his headphones blocking out each sound.

“Only if Nick gives it up, I have to listen to the new song Lil Skies released” Nick groaned almost immediately, mocking Chris with hand motions.

“Chris gets it for an hour, then Nick. That better?” Once more you felt the lead hit your shoulder, a little harder due to his eminent excitement. Yet you kept your grace and gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

When you all arrived at their houses and immediately a few things stand out. Nick was asleep. Chris was asleep. Matt was awake. Your eyes glanced at Nick first, watching his still form except his chest which rose with each steady breath. Unexpectedly, you caught Matt’s own gaze on you. His eyes narrowed with forecasted fatigue. However, his lips twitched upwards into a genuine smile.

The sound of the engine finally switched off with a turn of your keys, for once you could really feel the tension among the silence. Darker clouds seemed to roll in steadily and you were just thankful that you managed to arrive on time. Your body pushed the door open with a click, making the car brighter with the sudden lights.

Matt immediately lets out a giggle as Nick groans, covering his eyes from the warm light that turned on directly above him.

You took it against yourself to carry the boys’ luggage out of the boot, the cases as identical as themselves. The only difference were the coloured tags wrapped around the handles.

Nick and Chris both murmured small ‘thank you’s’ and left with their cases in their hands, struggling to open the door as quickly as normal.

“Thank you again for doing this, you really didn’t have too.” A whispered voice takes your view away from Nick and Chris and focuses on the middle triplet standing next to you.

“You know that I’m happy to help out, all you have to do is ask.” Due to the darkness, you couldn’t see his face, yet you were positive he was smiling. You could practically hear it.

“I know, we all do, doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate it.” He said quietly, pausing for a moment as if he wanted to speak more. “Do you want to sleep over tonight? It is late after all…”

As if it was fate, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. It rang with the familiar tune you set for your boyfriend, it wasn’t long before Matt grimaced.

“Hi Cameron, I was about to ca-“ Your words were cut short by a short yell from the phone, heard by Matt.

“Where are you! It’s nearly midnight and your ass said they’d be home by half eleven at the latest.”

“I’m sorry, we got caught up in traffic...” You genuinely felt apologetic, even if you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Get home. Now.” He attempted to act stern and yet his words slurred and mixed between the next.

Before you could respond, he hung up quickly. Air harshly left your lungs in a deep sigh. Matt heard everything. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak first, the embarrassment was too much.

“I’ll take that as a no…” His attempt at a joke worked slightly as you let out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, sorry. Another time I guess” Your voice was timid, yet it wasn’t due to being tired.

“You need anything, you let me know, alright?” His case was now alongside his frame, the handle barely reaching his stomach.

“Cam..? I’m home!” Sounds of your voice echoed off the empty walls of your shared apartment, Cam’s to be exact. You decided to move in with him, more of less he forced you, but it was still happening. You knew he was home since you heard the voice lines of his Call of Duty character running low on health. You also knew he couldn’t hear you.

You simply sighed and placed your bag onto the counter, picking out a spare protein bar you didn’t get around to touching through the car ride. Water drains from the Stanley you got bought a few weeks ago, by Matt of course.

Cameron came slumping down the stairs, his footsteps thudding in comparison to yours. After all, he was drunk. His slurring confirmed that.

“You took forever, you said it was gonna only take you three hours.” He didn’t necessarily lie, yet he didn’t consider things could go wrong.

“Baby…I did say that there was traffic, you know I can't text and drive to let you k-“ He shut you up with a sloppy finger to your lips.

“Always the excuses, huh! Never admit you’re fuckin’ wrong, can ya?” Your head hung low while the skin of your fingers wrapped around your sleeves.

He didn’t utter another word, only strings of mumbles as he walked away. Not a single idea that traversed your head made sense as to why he’d want you home, if he was just going to walk away from you. It made you question his behaviour, nothing that you would converse aloud, not in this state.

It wasn’t long before another thread of hurtful comments were thrown your way early in the morning. It had only been a week since that late evening, however all your boyfriend seemed to crave were the hot tears that fell from your lashes.

“Come on y/n, the dishes aren’t hard to do! Do I have to do everything around here!” With each word he spoke, another tear rolled down your cheeks, the redness growing with each second. You hadn’t meant to cry, you had actually tried so hard to keep it together. Although the moment he attacked you directly, you snapped.

“You’ve become so lazy with yourself, do you even take care of yourself anymore..?” Almost immediately, you looked down at your body, hidden underneath a loose shirt and hoodie. You weren’t sure if that was a subconscious choice.

His hands gestured to my body lazily with his hands,

“What do you mean” You hadn’t meant to let your emotion seep into your voice but once it began, it only grow.

“Don’t act like it isn’t obvious, or do I really have to spell it all out for you. You’ve gained weight.”

His glass of wine practically slammed on the kitchen counter, surprise filling you at how it hadn’t managed to break. He’d done that before.

“Go sort yourself out, such a pig” The sound of his voice is muffled under his breath, but he made sure that you heard it, the sly grin said it all.

Oh.

Your gaze lightly treads the apartment to see the high load of dishes that were in the sink, remnants of the earlier stir fry tracing the air around it. Excessive scrubbing seemed to do something to ease your emotions. Which ever ones they were. They were too tangled in your stomach to distinguish any particular ones.

Sharp sounds from the scouring sponge hissed into your ear as you harshly stroked the pans. You hadn’t even realised the force of it until the paint starting chipping across the bottom. All you did was blame the hot water and throw it on the drying rack.

Every deep breath felt like a little more air than you had left your lungs. Even your body wanted to force out that feeling, not that you blamed it.

Why does love hurt so much?

A charger and spare clothes were soon stuffed into a small, black backpack, one that was bought for you several Christmas’s ago.

Keys jingled and rattled against the wooden door of your apartment. You left. It was easier if you did. You wouldn’t annoy Cameron anymore and you wouldn’t get belittled by his drunk attitude.

Your eyes stared at Matt’s contact on the screen, the profile picture from an old festival you dragged him to. A deep breath forced its way out of your lungs as you swiped up. The ringing tone echoed in your ears along with the slight breeze.

“Hello?” You were relieved when he answered the phone, a change of emotion filled you. His voice was raspier than usual and a faint shuffle of what you assumed were duvet covers could be heard.

“Hey, I’m sorry to call this late but can I come over?”

“Of course, what’s the occasion.” His voice seemed to light up at the thought of seeing you again.

“I just need some fresh air I guess... and a possible rant” The words trailed off, hearing him sigh in the background.

He doesn’t speak for a moment, soaking in your words. “It’s Cam, isn’t it?” Matt took your silence as a yes.

It was like that for a moment. Silent. You couldn’t tell why, was it Cam? You knew he hated his name falling from your lips. The same lips you didn’t know he craved. However, you only hated saying it when he was drunk, it was a beacon for mercy. The next day it felt like heaven once he was sober. Until it repeated of course. Matt had grown to hate that name, the presence. Even if he wasn’t such a dick, he knew he would remain in the same mindset.

“I’ll leave the door open, I think I still have your ice cream. If Chris hasn’t taken it.” For a second you forgot it wouldn't be just you and Matt in that house. “Are they awake?”

“At 2am? Nick is out like a light, Chris has a meeting early in the morning. so he's passed out in his room."

The sky grew darker as the night went on but that didn’t matter. Not when you arrived on the porch of the triplets’ house. As you went to wipe the exhaustion off your face, sudden tears became evident to you. You pulled your hand away to reveal a glisten that coated your hand, the lights subtly highlighting your sadness.

Quickly, you wiped your hand and used it to knock on the front door.

You stood there for only a few moments before the door slowly creaked open, as to not wake the others. Matt's hair was evidently tussled which you can only assume is by his interrupted sleep. That only made you feel more guilty. Porch lights above you both highlighted a few features, his eyes being one. They were filled with emotions you couldn't quite pin-point. Exhaustion, irritation, care? You weren't sure.

"Are you goin' to come in? Or stand there in the cold looking upset?" His body moved towards the door, leaving me room to walk through. As soon as you step inside, the cold air is immediately replaced with a warm atmosphere. A sigh escaped your lips at the heat surrounding your body and turned to Matt with a grateful smile. Yet by now his expression remained more stoic than before.

"Let's get your ice cream and a drink, then we can talk, yeah?" Before you could respond he brushed past you to the kitchen, the light illuminating the room. You simply traced his actions with your eyes before moving forwards to help him grab the few cans of drink from his arms.

"My room?" His voice had grown gentle, trying hard not to grit his teeth at the conversation they were about to have. "Yeah, sounds good."

His room wasn't anything fancy, just some simple pieces of furniture scattered around his room, along with the several monitors on his desk. His duvet hadn't seemed to be made yet it somehow looked better than most times you saw it. A few clothes are sprawled over the edge of his chair but little to no mess covered the floors. You and his brothers mentioned making the room more him yet he seemed content with his hung poster from Hawaii.

You placed the drinks from your hands onto the bedside table and looked towards Matt who did the same with snacks and confectionary.

Once you both got settled the air grew heavy. You laid the blanket up to about your shins, while Matt was completely on top of it. It had been a few minutes of silence, with the occasional sip. He knew not to force the situation, but it was hard when tears brimmed in your eyes.

“Do you think I’m... gaining weight” You shunned away from him, seeing his body tense up a little was enough to cause a reaction. You had always been a little conscious of your weight, that was nothing new. Yet it hurt, knowing that someone who you actually cared about diminished you to one quality. Matt saw this too and edged a little closer towards you.

“Did he say that to you.” His tone was brittle, like any one of your next words could fluctuate his choices so easily. You ignored him, he attempted to avoid the question, knowing how much it made your heart ache.

“I didn’t even notice anything until you pointed it out. I see you for you, not what your body shows. Honest.”

You knew he meant it, letting a small smile twitch at the corners of your mouth. Until the rest of Cam’s words struck you again. You hadn’t meant to cry, in fact you wanted to avoid it. Letting his words affect you counted as a win, a win to his drunken state. He was so caring when he wanted to be. He seemed to want alcohol more, however.

“He called me a pig…He made sure I heard it.” You stammer slightly before giving up. When you mustered up enough courage you looked towards Matt, but he wasn’t looking at you. Only the section of blanket he shoved and gripped between his fingers. He seemed to zone out slightly after each comment you made.

“He just gets drunk a lot, and… you know how he is whenever he is drunk. I can’t get through to him. He is really a sweetheart but- “Matt’s sharp voice cuts off my tear-ridden words.

“Is he.”

You looked up at him, it hurt him to see your eyes red and glossed over. He wanted to concentrate so hard on anything but his seething emotions towards your boyfriend but he couldn't help it. You ran to him because the person who supposedly loved you belittled you so much. It hurt to see you unhappy. It hurt to see you crying in front of him. It hurt him to see you stay with him.

He watched as you lowered your head, causing him to before doing the same. Hot tears stained your cheeks as Cameron's words echo repeatedly, old and new. The names he called you sunk deep and made you feel so shit about yourself. It shouldn't get to you, but you loved him, so much. But, it wasn't ever meant to feel like this.

It took a moment of silence before Matt reached his body towards you. His hands wrapped around your waist as he gently pushed your head to his chest. You felt as his hands gently rubbed your back, slowly but enough to be noticed.

"M'sorry, you don't deserve any of this, never...Please don't believe anything he says. He has no idea what he is talking about."

"I love him, really I do, it's just-" You found yourself lacking any other words to explain yourself with but even so, his grip simply tightened, shunning you to silence. "You don't have to explain yourself. Let's just take your mind off things, yeah?"

It had been an hour and you had fallen asleep beside Matt, gravity falls on a low volume in the background. After getting up to place rubbish in the bin and return the ice-cream to his freezer, he re-entered his room. He was aware you were a light sleeper and avoided any floorboards he knew made sound and moved quietly around his room.

He was happy to see that you had drunk the can of drink he gave you along with some of the snacks. A few still resided in the packaging and he sighed a little. The comments that your boyfriend made has obviously left a slightly mark on you, he noticed the hesitancy a few times but chose to stay silent. If he spoke he feared he'd spark something neither of you wanted to deal with.

His attention turned to the screen before him, the end of the episode nearing. With no sign of you waking any time soon, Matt lifted the edges of the duvet you hadn't touched and shuffled underneath them. Some distance remained between you, not wanting to make anything awkward. However, he couldn't resist placing his hand on your head, rubbing it back and forth. Brushing a stand out of your face, he stayed like that for a while.

When the episodes credits rolled to black, Matt grabbed the remote and switched it off. Silence filled the room, less tense than before. The words that Cameron said about you, to your face, bubbled in his mind. He hated how you slowly grew to hide yourself away. Anything that made you the person he adored was slowly being pushed away and all he wanted was for you to feel like you could be you.

Tiredness started to take over his body, his eyes growing heavy and a soft yawn passing his lips. His head leant back against the headboard while his hand continued to run through your hair. Your face was perfectly rested against one of his pillows, a bundle of the blanket tucked snuggly into your chest. A bittersweet smile crossed his face as he took in each of your features.

Matt laid himself under the blanket, his hand eventually leaving you with the distance he made. As his eyes grew heavy once more he gave you one more glance, muttering a few words before falling asleep by your side.

“Loving you is the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced.”

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endereies · 20 days ago

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MISS YOU - CS

No Nut November - Day 2

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ Even after a break-up, thoughts of you play on his mind

After breaking up with you, Chris was in complete denial of his feelings. He was always the bubbly friend in the group and held himself to no less standard. He was invited out to several parties from influencers. He went to almost every single one.

On a random Tuesday night, Chris was holding a pint of beer that was condensing around his hand. He already had a few portions of the drink, a few sips of his current one. It was a big influencer party that all three of the brothers had been invited to. Matt hadn’t attended this one and Nick was only there for a few hours before getting a headache and ubering home.

None the less, his closest friends surrounded him, engaging in conversations. Chris was buzzed at this point, watching people climb over some of the furniture. It was obvious that they were shit-faced. Thankfully for him, the lack of bold lighting hid the drop of his smile when he sat in the corner. He rested his drink on the leather sofa, sticker than anticipated but he was too tipsy to care.

He pulled his phone out from his pockets, not sure what he was looking for. With no new notifications he let it fall onto his lap. His free hand wiped his face, a heavy breath passing through his fingers.

His eyes scanned the room, a few people dancing on chairs and tables to another group of people singing karaoke. He felt…bored. He wasn’t going to join in, for one he couldn’t sing, and he also just felt out of place.

The leather beside him sunk quickly, catching him off guard. His arm clung to Chris’ shoulder, squeezing with each syllable.

“Dude! Did you fucking see that!” It was just one of his mutual friends, grasping him and giggling about random shit. He wasn’t bothered and just drank his beer replying with small comments to feign interest.

The more he went out to parties, the more he couldn’t handle them. They slowly grew to be too much. He should be laughing with them but there is something wrong.

Suddenly the lights of the club turn on, blinding him momentarily. It was like Chris was snapped sober and back to what reality he dreamt his way out of, but he never returned. His eyes glazed over from the alcohol, and he took this as his sign to leave.

By now his friend has long run off to another group. He could hear their giggles and laughter as they finished up their drinks. Instinctively, Chris’ hand reached beside him, failing to grasp anything. Your hand wasn’t there. He ran his tongue over his teeth, frustration building. He should be better at this by now.

Shit, maybe he missed you.

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endereies · 17 days ago

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THOUGHT YOU WERE MINE - CS

No Nut November - Day 5

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ When Chris was finally ready for a relationship with you, it was too late

Your situation with Chris was complicated to say the least. You had been running around with his for the past few months, sneaking off during parties and events. You loved the risk between getting caught with someone who was only meant to be your best friend. But it never stayed that way.

At first you sought out Chris’ attention in the midst of a drunken decision, yet as time went on, you found yourself seeking his frame in the crowd as soon as you arrived. It was stupid, you were aware of that. Chris never did commitment, that he made clear. Countless conversations spiralled around the idea if you two and what you both wanted.

You had thought you could escape the pain of falling for someone you couldn’t have. As soon as your heart clenched when he complimented you, you knew it was over. That feeling only grew and even if in the moment you felt like the only girl he’d ever look at, it was a lie. It didn’t help that when you snuck off with him, it wasn’t always for sex. Occasionally you’d find his hand tangled in yours while the concrete steps lay below you. Sounds of the party called the pair of you back. You always ignored it.

He'd steal the odd kiss from you, in front of people and never batted an eye. The two of you would be dragged into the stage by the other to your favourite songs and you never care how you looked when you were with him.

Those moments made him question how he felt about you, seeing your vibrant smile as you danced with your friends. Or the way you’d laugh without a care in the world. Little did you know he was falling too. He hated it.

Chris was open about his commitment issues to you. He wasn’t someone who was immediately happy getting into a relationship, the whole idea intimidated him. Having a label felt too immediate for him, and after being hurt in a previous relationship it was easy to see why. The fact he was falling for you was already enough to throw him off course, he just couldn’t turn away.

The way you both felt wasn’t subtle. Your friends always giggled when they noticed the smudged makeup that was lining your lips. No matter how many times you v denied the accusations of you two dating, the butterflies in your stomach became obvious.

That was until you confronted Chris about everything.

“Hey Chris...? Vulnerability filled you as soon as the words left your mouth. Quick glances around the room failed to aid you in finding anything else to converse about. His hand stilled from your hip, the touch burning your skin. “Mm? What’s up?”

You hadn’t even said anything to him, and you already felt sick in your stomach. Is this how every confession goes? “Can we talk…about us?”

“What about us Y/n?” You could tell he was getting concerned, yet not out of fear, but the fact he’d have to repeat himself again.

“I don’t want this anymore…like, I don’t know. I guess I don’t want to act like this is all casual anymore.” His touch on your hip no longer burned as it withdrew completely.

“I’ve told you, I’m not into that shit Y/n. We agreed on that, you knew. I’m not meant to be in a relationship, especially with you. That shit would hurt the both of us. We talked about this, end of.”

Tears brimmed at your eyes, and you felt so childish. He was right. You had discussed this more than once, the rules were clear. Weren’t rules meant to be broken. You couldn’t believe that you could be so stupid, the false hope from your friends fed into things that shouldn’t have been touched.

“Right…Well maybe I should go.” He didn’t protest, or even acknowledge you leave. Asking you to stay felt like too much to him, even if every cell argued with him.

The door shutting felt too real. You had actually left, this wasn’t a prank? Chris’s gaze was held on the door, praying you’d push it open and walk back through. You never did.

You quietly left through the front door and walked away from the porch, both your hands in your pockets. You were thankful for the dark sky, that way no one could see your tears. It was too quick, to reactive. It felt scripted hearing those words from him. ‘I’m not meant to be in a relationship, especially with you’

With you…

Maybe if you were someone else, he’d be more willing to hold your hand and call you his. He would always step in and call you ‘his girl’ when any other guy got a little to close to him. For once you wished it wasn’t a ploy. Chris never played you, never treated you badly, never gave you a reason to walk away. Maybe that’s why it hurt so much, he was too perfect.

Steady weeks went by with no contact from you. You never came over to his place anymore, invitations to parties remained unread. He didn’t care, he shouldn’t. What was this weird feeling in his chest.

It hurt seeing you so close and yet so far. Your contact was there, staring him in the face. Your face beaming in the profile picture wasn’t helping him. Chris felt out of place now. Without you by his side he had no one to kiss, no one to hold. He had no one to rant about his day to, no one to console when things got bad. His friends weren’t the same, he needed you. As much as he hated to admit it, all his thoughts revolved around you more than ever. Whenever he used to think about you, his heart clenched with resolute admiration towards you, now it felt sour. It was like a deep breathe wasn’t deep enough, distractions weren’t fulfilling enough.

He hated the feeling of falling for you, but the feeling of losing you was a nauseating sensation he wanted to scratch off his skin.

Not even alcohol could wipe the stain of you, nothing was working. He waited too long and fell comfortable to the casualness of your relationship. He was willing, willing to work through any fears if it meant getting you back.

Before he knew it, his front door was locked, and footsteps disappeared into the night. Stars began to light the sky above him. He found himself wondering if you were looking at them too, like you used to. The walk was only 15 minutes away but each second felt too long. he had waited too long. Now he hurt someone he cared about for his own selfishness.

When Chris turned the corner, his body stilled, and his stomach dropped to his feet. An unfamiliar car was parked outside your house, tilted against the concrete. Your hand placed gently into another’s as they pulled you from the car. You inched closer towards them, yet Chris remained frozen. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Who was he, why was he here, with you.

The voices were too meek for Chris to make out, yet the message was clear. It was evident when the distance between you two close, his lips softly touching yours.

Only then could Chris turn his eyes away, he felt betrayed without reason. Chris wasn’t ready and when he finally was, he pushed you away enough to move on.

Yet, he loved you first.

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endereies · 21 days ago

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BOOK CLUB - MS

No Nut November - Day 1

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ You and Matt waltz around a local book shop, but Matt isn't looking at the books

You dragged your fingers against the familiar grain of polished wood that encased the shelves of books before you. Quiet murmurs of the few people inside brought you a comfort that was hard to find anywhere else. Matt’s hand laid in yours, softly caressing your skin with his thumb. The speakers played harmless classics. A few of them made you smile as you acknowledged the tunes.

Going to book stores made you happy and finding one so close to your home was quick to top your list. The few staff that worked there grew familiar with your names. It was cute to say the least. Especially from Matt’s point of view. He adored the smile that grew on your lips when they addressed you both. One was rarely without the other. He wanted to be there, not because he had a particular interest in books, but because he knew you did. That’s all that mattered to him.

His gaze broke as you slipped your hand away from his, rushing off to the new release section of books. Even if you were only here a week ago, you limited yourself. Only getting a certain number of books each time and spending a reasonable amount of money on them.

“Awh, this is the one I read the other week! Remember? It’s the one where he confesses in a letter that she didn’t read until after he left for his studies. Ugh, I cannot wait for the next one to be released.” Your lips moved rapidly as you spoke.

“Oh yeah, I do remember that one. Didn’t you read this too?” He mused, picking up a book with crisp, stiff pages.

“Hm? Oh, I’ve nearly finished that one. I’m so excited to see how it ends, these two are literally perfect.” The tips of your fingers laid upon the characters poised on the cover, staring at each other from behind their shoulders.

His hand came up to his face, pushing back a loose strand of hair covering his eyes. He watched the glimmer in your eyes, rambling ever so slightly about these two characters. He’d heard you talk about them before, when the book premiered. He just couldn’t get enough of the excited tones laced in your voice.

You flattened your palm against a new book, feeling the textured cover under your skin. “And this one. I actually fell in love with this one so much. The way the author writes, the plot line, it all just drags you in. I genuinely had to put it down a few times just so I could process it all. I was reeling after the first read of this.”

“First?” A curious glint in his eyes as he stared at the cover, reading over the blurb.

“You expect me to read them only once? I have a collection of comfort books, you know the ones on my bedside table.” He shook his head, a chuckle passing his lips.

Exploring the rest of the shop followed the same pattern. You’d talk about books you’ve read previously while gawking over the ones on your list to be read. As you both dawdled the store, Matt found himself holding a small stack of books you hadn’t even realised. You were too busy in your own world to acknowledge the fact he picked up any book you rambled cutely about.

After all, he just wanted his girl to be happy.

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endereies · 4 days ago

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YOU'RE MY PRIZE - MS

No Nut November - Day 17

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ Matt brings you to the carnival and wins just for you

When Matt said he had a surprise for you, you weren’t expecting to get out the vehicle at the main entrance of a famous carnival.

It was only set up a few times a year, and with the queues, it wasn’t always an ideal situation. Ever since moving in with Matt, you’ve blabbed every time it sets up a new spot. After all, it was famous. The rides they hosted weren’t your average roller coasters and took several days to set up. Of course it had the classic helter-skelter and teacups. It was only when you looked deeper you saw the abundance of attractions. Set up haunted houses that genuinely left people horrified, stalls that seemed from creative aspect, and of course the Ferris wheel that was littered in light.

“You’re kidding?!” The child like part of you rushed out as you jumped up and down, grabbing Matt’s tatted arm like a vice.

“Figured it seemed like a perfect time” He wasn’t wrong about that, your anniversary had just past and he grabbed tickets off the website. You knew something was planned when you read through his card but he didn’t let up. His lips were sealed over the past week or so as you begged him for answers. Now that you had them and it was beaming in front of you, how could you ever complain.

Once the roads were all clear, his hand was dragged by yours to the grand entrance. After all this time of you dreaming, it was stood before you.

Matt handed over his phone to the manager and she handed it back, along with two tickets. You’d scanned everyone else’s ticket before yours and they seemed to be a lime scale sort of green. Yet yours were a deep purple. Your boyfriend thanked the manager before laughing at your confused face. “Read it, baby...”

So, you did. The bold letters ‘VIP’ covered the back of the ticket in a gold colour. “What!”

“If I am treating m’girl tonight, I’m doing it right. After all you deserve it”

You both stopped walking as you practically tackled his side. Both of your hands gripped his body tightly, shoving your head into his shoulder “Thank you!”

“You can thank me after, how about we enjoy ourselves.”

Most of the evening was a collective of rides a day stalls. With the upgraded tickets that Matt got, most of the queues were cut short. But after a long while of the intense rides, the pair of you decided to sit down on a bench and eat some food. You both got burgers which you could see the steam come from as your order was handed to you. The homemade milkshake relaxed the bouts of energy inside. It was a comfortable silence you were in, one that left the sounds of the crowd, chewing and slurping in its wake. Your eyes started to scan the many stalls you had yet to venture down.

Those games always seemed a scam and yet the child like spirit inside invited you so willingly. Matt giggled when he saw you eye up a certain stall. It was a line up of wooden clown slabs which had a bunch of cricket balls a few metres away. They seemed heavy in the way they shook but your eyes traced all the designs of them.

“Want to go over?” Your shock from his voice made him giggle before repeating himself so you heard. “baby, do you want to do that one?”

You knew he saw you gawk at it so there was no point in hiding your excitement. “Absolutely!”

The burgers were quickly finished and discarded before you walked straight towards the red stall, the stripes on the outside calling you.

“Hey you two, think you can handle this?” The host gestured animatedly towards the rows of clowns. A smirk crossed your face as you instantly grabbed a note from your wallet and handed it to him. Matt finally met your side after you rushed ahead, watching a group of balls land just by your stomach. It was a lot more than the number of clowns and as soon as a timer started you knew why.

After picking up the first ball, you swung your arm to throw at the centre of a clown’s face. The wood wobbled before clattering backwards. With spawned courage another ball quickly followed a larger clown and yet it barely moved.

Sure you weren’t strong but even kids played this game, you couldn’t be that bad, right? By the time the buzzer for the timer rang, only four got pushed over. You hadn’t meant to sulk but your expression was clear. It was towards an obvious plushie you must’ve noticed, it was a cute otter stuffed animal that was curled up around its tail.

“Let me have a go.” Matt’s voice was stern as he slammed a note on the wood next to the abandoned ball bucket. Your body turns back and the bag of balls gets replaced while the machine holds up the four clowns you knocked over previously.

While they do so, you remain quiet so Matt can focus. His hand rises as he tosses the ball up and down in his palm, gathering its weight. Once the signal was given he leant back and pelted the ball, hammering down the clown you first attempted. It fell with such ease.

Years of lacrosse and hockey built his strength and precision, he wasn’t going to disappoint. Ball after ball, each clown was clattering as they fell, rebounding slightly on the floor. He only stumbled on a few as when that buzzer rang, the last one bounced and sounded on the concrete. He tossed a spare ball into the bucket and handed it back to the host who was a little shocked at the intense strong skill he had.

“Well..sir, which shall be your prize.” He smirked at you before he spoke. “That bottom otter please.”

The host jumped slightly to grab the large otter off its hook and handed it to Matt. “Here. Congratulations!” They smiled at each other before setting up a game for another child.

“Here baby, think this belongs to you.” Your face lit up as he pushed it towards you. “I saw you eyeing it up after you played.

“Matt...you didn’t have to, this is so sweet” As much as you tried to hide it, you were so giddy to finally hold its softness against your chest. It was the perfect material and softness, it only made you thank Matt harder.

“I love you Matt, thank you...” His hand came up to your chin, tilting your head towards him.

“I love you more baby, besides, you’re my prize.”

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endereies · 8 days ago

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PATCH UP - MS

No Nut November - Day 14

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ Chris comes home after a bad deal and you take care of him

“What the fuck happened!”

The words left your mouth as soon as you noticed blood. The vibrancy stood out around his eyes as it slowly trickled down his forehead, an obvious cut just below his hair line. That wasn’t the worst of it. Several bruised knuckles were placed on each hand, the colour varying over the spectrum. It got to the point that you weren’t sure if it was just his own blood. Red patches were dotting his skin and when his hand clutched his stomach when he breathed too deeply, could you blame yourself for panicking.

“Baby, before yo-“ Too late.

“Chris. Are you okay? What happened? Who did this?” He had to grip your shoulders, his stern eyes watching yours shake and scatter over his injuries.

“I know. It looks bad… it was just a deal gone wrong.” He took a strong breath, trying to show his calmness but it only made his stomach flex tightly. “Is that meant to make me feel better.”

“Well… it was.” His arms remained tense on your arms, and you weren’t sure if it was to keep you calm or to keep him stable, either way he didn’t stop.

“Let me see.” You tone hardened when you saw his face contort in pain. “Chris.”

When he held eye contact with you, it was enough to weaken his revolve. You tried not to focus on the heavy panting and rather on his body, more specifically, his stomach. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, dropping his arms as soon as they were free. Immediately, your spine hunched to get face to face with the injury. The skin was heavily discoloured and blemished to appear a undeniable red shade. It was bigger than most injuries you’ve seen him come home with, stretching from his ribs to v-line. Youd normally worship this skin and how it was blemished beyond belief.

“Fine, my ass.” Before he could deny anything, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the kitchen, glaring at the counter top that you wanted him to sit on.

Chris would normally deny anything and hide it behind a smile but when it was shoving itself directly in your eyesight, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

The first aid kit wasn’t far behind you. It slammed on the counter beside him, and you opened it to grab antiseptic. After dabbing it a few times on a cotton bud, Chris knew what was next. If he thought that the initial hit to the head hurt, that was nothing compared to this sting. A sharp intake of air barely hid a wince each time you moved it around his cut. It was swollen and warm to the touch, the open wound allowing the occasional drop of blood to seep through. You took this time to clean up that blood that had spilled past his eye.

It almost became a weekly habit of yours, cleaning his blood. Once the pain subsided, he always just let you work, no longer whining like a toddler anymore.

“You know I can take care of myself, right?” He scoffed at your behaviour before you silenced him with a hand on his chin. Your wrist flexed as you made him face you.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.”

“Not m’fault they hate price changes.” With a click of his tongue, it was easy to see that his feisty attitude was back. Not that you missed it. “I told ‘em prices were higher, and they threw a hissy fit.”

He seemed a little too proud of himself for causing a physical altercation, but your hard glare made him swallow his words. “Sorry.”

“You’re lucky I care about you, Chris. Or this would be another story.”

“Yeah, like my lil’ personal doctor, hm?” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, careful to not get blood over you. Your own resolve weakened at his action, and you leant into it.

“Mhm, your doctor is one way to put it.”

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endereies · 21 days ago

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KAY'S NO NUT NOVEMBER!

༊*·˚ Hey angels, No Nut November has officially begun. Similarly to October, I'm going to be writing little blurbs daily. These, however, won't have any smut. I feel that sometimes smut can take over this fandom at times so I am joining in with this months event! These are likely to be small blurbs since I will be attempting to post these daily. If anyone gets inspired by these blurbs, feel free to use the ideas, with credit of course. Feel free to send in cutesy or angsty requests too! I'm open to fucking anything. If you want me to continue a certain blurb or extend it just let me know!

NOVEMBER 1ST - Book Club -➤ You and Matt waltz around a local book shop, but Matt isn't looking at the books

NOVEMBER 2ND - Miss You -➤ Even after a break-up, thoughts of you play on Chris' mind

NOVEMBER 3RD - Just Need You -➤ After a long day, Chris goes to you for comfort

NOVEMBER 4TH - Ice Bound -➤ When you treat Matt to a day of skating, he ends up teaching you the ropes

NOVEMBER 5TH - Thought you were mine -➤ When Chris was finally ready for a relationship with you, it was too late

NOVEMBER 6TH - Soaked Through -➤ Matt finds you outside, watching the rain and he decides to have fun with you

NOVEMBER 7TH - Feel Better Yet? -➤ When you are on your period, Matt is always there to look after you

NOVEMBER 8TH - Birthday Wishes -➤ You may have forgotten your birthday, but Chris didn't

NOVEMBER 9TH - Movie Night -➤ You and Chris relaxing and watching a film together

NOVEMBER 10TH - Freedom Of Speech -➤ When Matt sees you with someone else, he couldn't help but admit how he feels

NOVEMBER 11TH - nothing here...

NOVEMBER 12TH - Freedom Of Speech - Part 2 -➤ When Matt sees you with someone else, he couldn't help but admit how he feels which results in you to do the same

NOVEMBER 13TH - Nail Polish -➤ You come home to see your daughter painting Matt's nails

NOVEMBER 14TH - Patch Up -➤ Chris comes home after a bad deal and you take care of him

NOVEMBER 15TH - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 16TH - Break Up Drug -➤ Matt has to choose between his income and 'family' or the love of his life

NOVEMBER 17TH - You're My Prize -➤ Matt brings you to the carnival and wins just for you

NOVEMBER 18TH - Decorative Love -➤ You and Matt decorate each other as cookies

NOVEMBER 19TH - Hair tie -➤ Matt learns how to braid his daughters hair

NOVEMBER 20TH - Study Session -➤ Chris helps you take your mind away from studies

NOVEMBER 21ST - Snowball Fight -➤ You and Matt mess about in the snow

NOVEMBER 22ND - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 23RD - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 24TH - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 25TH - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 26TH - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 27TH - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 28TH - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 29TH - nothing yet...

NOVEMBER 30TH - nothing yet...

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endereies · 9 days ago

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NAIL POLISH - MS

No Nut November - Day 13

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ You come home to see your daughter painting Matt's nails

After returning from running errands all morning, what you came back too wasn’t what you had pictured. There Matt sat with his hands splayed across a white desk that was far to small for his knees to be under while a blue brush dabs across his fingers, missing his nail most the time. Your daughter sat opposite him, her frame fitting perfectly as she leant on her elbow to paint Matt’s fingers hands. Several bottles of nail Polish were left slightly open as she kept flicking through each bottle over and over. Thankfully, due to their cute conversations, they hadn’t heard you walk in. Therefore you took this opportunity to admire the pair while you leant on the doorframe.

“Daddyyyy we got pink now.” Mila’s cute little sentences came out almost as a demand and you knew Matt had no say from the get go.

“Hmm... which one, we have the baby pink or the hot pink?” You could see Matt’s fingers twitch as he wanted to pick the colours up and surveillance them himself. He always wanted to be interactive with you and your daughter but this time he had to force himself to remain still.

She wiggled her fingers as her brain switched between them a few times before handling the baby pink as best she could. “This one!” The whole of her hand wrapped around the Polish, gripping it hard between her fingers to release the brush. After a few attempts and a giggle from Matt, it came undone and was placed back on the desk.

“Go on then sweetheart” Matt coaxed Mila gently as she thought about where the design was going to hold pink. Before the colour dripped off the brush, she hit it over his ring finger and then some.

“These look stunning Mila...” He stared at them with some admiration, even for a six year old kid, she did a decent job at colouring within the lines although she flooded his cuticle on almost every finger.

You just kept admiring the pair as they collectively bonded. You had to hold back a giggle when you kept seeing Matt’s gaze fall to the desk. It was covered in drops of nail polish. Both of you knew that it could be cleaned with the remover that wasn’t far from his hands and that he wanted to just embrace in the moment. He just couldn’t hold back his gritted teeth each time it happened.

“All done!” Mila sat there ever so proud by her hard work and beautiful creation that was now presented on Matt’s hands.

“Yeah? You did amazing as always kiddo, how about while you play I’ll give it a strong protector and let it dry. We don’t want this hard work to go to waste now do we?” Mila shook her head and got up to give her dad a hug on his side before running off to her playroom. Once her footsteps disappeared, you made an appearance.

“Having fun there?” He almost jumped out of his skin, thankfully he wasn’t holding the top coat just yet.

“Jeez baby. You scared me...” A moment of silence passed as he looked down to his hands. “How was I going to say no to that adorable face, besides she chose better colours this time.”

You giggled as you watched Matt stretch his legs after what must have been half an hour. “Just doing a top coat and then rubbing the excess off”

“You know you’re going to be having those for a while if you do that. And I’m videos too?” He scoffed and looked at you through his lashes.

“Yeah? I want that. Why go out and pay a hefty buck when I have my personal artist here at home.” You couldn’t hold back the pure smile at his behaviour.

“She’ll love you forever if you do that.”

“I hope she will...”

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endereies · 12 days ago

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FREEDOM OF SPEECH

No Nut November - Day 10

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ When Matt sees you with someone else, he couldn't help but admit how he feels

It was obvious that tensions were high. Anyone could see that. After being friends with the triplets for so long, you felt like things couldn’t change, yet you found yourselves proving that wrong. You saw the way he looked at you, only because you were looking at him too.

Everything, down to the way you acted and dressed revolved around him. You just couldn’t help it. You wanted, no, needed him to notice you, to see you.

Yet after what felt like years, his behaviour didn’t seem to change. You tried to convince yourself that he was just excellent at hiding his feelings towards you but if anything, they were on show.

“Yeah, this is y/n! She’s my best friend, the one I told you about.” A shudder crept up your spine as he introduced you. It shouldn’t have bothered you, but you just couldn’t help it. That’s all you were to him, a best friend. You tried to be grateful, after all you were friends with the fucking Sturniolo triplets. And here you were, pitying yourself because you wanted more with one of them.

You just couldn’t get over it, over him. How was it fair that he had total control over your mind. The little moments you used to fawn over just turned into self-deprecation. Any other girl you knew that had caught Matt’s eye wasn’t like you. They were prettier and had mastered the art of make-up. Their hair was styled and flawless even after the hours of a party. It was just something you couldn’t do.

Yet, his hand would still drop over your shoulder, rubbing your skin as you watching a film. He’d insist you borrow his jacket when it got cold, goose bumps rising to your skin. A few of them ended up in your persona collection after he denied the return saying, ‘keep it, they look better on you.’ There had to be something, right?

Months of trying felt pointless, flirting fell flat and as far as you were concerned? Matt still thought of you the same. You weren’t going to sit around anymore just pining over someone who obviously didn’t feel the same.

So, when another guy stood in front of you, a hand stretched out as an invitation for a dance, how could you say no. Gawking at Matt wasn’t going anywhere, and you didn’t want to never endlessly pray that he’ll pull you close. Why get your hopes up when an attractive man is stood in front of you now?

Although, when you placed your hand into his, Matt’s eyes were on you. He liked you, hell that man loved you. He didn’t miss anything you handed out to him. His anxiety just stepped in front whenever he wanted to act upon it. No amount of talks with his brothers fixed that.

He wasn’t dumb, he saw it burn in the man’s eyes. Lust. He only wanted a quick fuck, he wasn’t a newcomer. Unbeknownst to him, you had spent your time staring at Matt rather than scanning the crowd.

He tried to ignore it, he really did. But as much as he shared the feeling, he hears your laugh through the group of people. He heard everything. The flaunting, the flirting, and the way you let yourself giggle at any small thing he did.

After about ten minutes of his eyes tracing where his hands met her body, he’d had enough. He couldn’t believe it took him until you were in the arms of someone else to make him see just how much be didn’t want you to be with anyone else.

Before either of you knew it, his hand was wrapped around your wrist, dragging you away from the man.

“Hey! Matt?! What’s your problem” He didn’t listen, he only waited until you both were secluded.

“don’t go and dance around him, he’s just in it for a fuck.”

“Maybe I wanted that.” You crossed your arms, pouting like a small child.

“As if, you aren’t that type of person.” As much as you wanted to admit it, it felt wrong. You were leaning into another part of yourself. It hurt both of you.

“Oh really? As if you care about what I do.” Every sour thing came up your throat before you could stop it

“Excuse me? “His tone changed significantly as he etched closer, his hands now crossed over his chest.

“You haven’t batted an eye at me in months.”

“I have.” The more he spoke, the more be admitted things he wasn’t proud of.

“Hm. When then, name one time.” You wanted to believe him, but if you did. Could you bring yourself to trust him.

“Literally every night since I realised, I love you.”

Shit. Now he HAD fucked up.

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