#Madison (Crazy Stupid Love)

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pairing: matt sturniolo x popstar! reader

word count: 2.1k (holy shit)

summary: you are a world renowned popstar, and after a very public breakup with youtuber matt sturniolo, he can’t bare to watch you look hot on stage and know you’re no longer his. he’s determined to get you back.

warnings: smut obvi, p in v, fingering, swearing, use of ‘y/n’, nicknames (baby), overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t be fucking stupid), matt calling reader ‘slutty’, probably more i can’t think of

authors note: I HAVE RETURNED!! i have come back from like a two month long hiatus (HIATUS??? DONT USE BIG WORDS MATTTT) to bring you guys the much requested imgonnagetyouback inspired fic featuring popstar! reader! in my mind i see popstar! reader as sabrina carpenter/madison beer type, not necessarily looks wise just their presence. anyways i love ya and thank u for all the kind words on pretty voice :(((

you walked around stage with more confidence then ever. you questioned if fake confidence still counts as confidence, but nobody seemed to know that you’re faking it. it had been 2 weeks since your breakup with matt, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t wreck you. but you don’t want to ruin the fans experience while you’re on tour, so you maintained your confident-happy-seductive-popstar act.

you were considered the new it girl of pop music. even though you were at your worst, you were getting a lot of attention. most questions fans asked you were about the breakup, but you were trending on twitter for a week straight. fans were making sad breakup edits and update accounts were notifying everyone about the latest stuff regarding the breakup.

because of those update accounts, you knew that matt and his brothers were at your show tonight. you didn’t know why, and even though it made you sick, you got up on the stage and shook your ass and sang your little heart out.

you wore a short lilac skirt, the one that fits you like skin. it drive matt crazy; the way it matched your skin tone so perfectly and accentuated your curves. you were a humble girl, but there were times you knew just how hot you were.

you felt bittersweet about this being the last stop of your tour. you were excited you could rest and grieve and mourn your ended relationship. but you were sad because of the happiness you did feel at one point performing to your fans and the family you created with your band.

with it being the last stop of tour, your team is throwing a little party at some club nearby the venue in seattle. it was planned for weeks now, and at the time you planned it, you added matt and his brothers name to the guest list. and you didn’t have the guts to remove it after the breakup, you didn’t even think you needed to because why would he show up? you regret it as you look at him from your spot on stage. he’s standing on the balcony with his brothers, and he looks guilty and mad at the same time. you quickly look away before you became sick, like how you normally feel seeing his face anywhere.

you say your goodbyes to the crowd and walk off stage as confetti shoots from the ceiling. you make your way backstage where your team awaits you, showering you with compliments and praises. the usual ‘you did so great tonight’ shit. matt used to be the first one to compliment you after a show, whispering sweet things in your ear; odd compliments that nobody else would tell you but that’s why they meant so much. you shake the thought of him from your mind as you pray that he won’t attend the party later tonight.

standing at the bar like somethings funny, bubbly.

God didn’t answer your prayers, unfortunately. you stood talking to one of your best friends, madison beer, but instead of keeping eye contact with her as she talks to you, your eyes are on matt. he’s on the other corner of the room by the bar, with his brothers. chris is sipping on a pepsi, nick with a dr. pepper, and matt has nothing in his hands. he glances over to you and goes back to his conversation with chris. he laughs and you wonder what he’s laughing at, you brush it off and engage in your conversation with madison.

fuck. fuck fuck fuck. an endless stream of curse words run through your mind because knowing he’s in the same room as you, at your party, is driving you insane. you wander through the crowds, making small talk but never staying with the same people for long. you sneak a quick look at matt who seems oddly bubbly while he’s talking to some blonde girl. as if he can feel your stare, he looks at you and makes a face. not a disgusted face, but one that reads ‘i see you too.’

an hour or two passes and i see some blonde girl approach him, and i know he wouldn’t *dare*. while we technically can see other people, we were never *not* each others. the blonde girl, who had to have been someone’s plus one cause i know damn well i didn’t invite her, is so obviously flirting with him. how bold of her! he seems uninterested but he’s still talking to her, which makes me feel sick. i hate he still has that effect on me.

say you got somebody, i’ll say i got someone too.

i know it’s petty, but i just want him to know that i can have someone too. i walk up to the first boy that i see, making small talk and his eyes almost pop out of his head when he realizes who i am. i can feel matt’s stare from across the room. i have zero interest in this guy i’m talking to, i just want to piss matt off. i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing. i tell all of my friends that i hate him, but i go fucking crazy when i see him or hear anything about him.

part of me wants to yell at him and curse him out, and the other half wants to take him back to my hotel. your phone is tucked into the neckline of your dress, feeling it vibrate. you smile at the stranger and pull your phone out, matt’s name on your lockscreen. you look over and see him staring at you. it definitely worked, this man is furious.

ten minutes later, you wait in the gender neutral bathroom. you apply more lipgloss in the mirror when matt walks in, quickly locking the door behind him.

“you hate parties,” you mutter as you layer on more mauve lipgloss, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

he shrugs, “yeah, but i don’t hate you.”

you roll your eyes, “well, i hate you.”

he laughs dryly, “yeah? how come you’re here then? in this bathroom with me, with the door locked?” he says, walking up behind you. you can feel his bulge against your ass.

you sigh and turn around, less than an inch of distance between you. “i hate you.”

he nods, “for sure.” he brings his thumb to your glossed lips, smirking. “so pretty.”

before you could even think twice, you’re sitting on the sink, wrapping your legs around matt’s waist, making out. maybe if you were sober you wouldn’t be in this situation, but if you were sober you probably would have wanted it more.

“hate you so much,” you mumble in between sloppy kisses.

“i know,” he mutters. he taps your thighs, signaling for you to spread them more. and of course, you do. he reaches his hand under your dress, pulling your panties to the side. he does all of this without breaking your kiss, too. and to no one’s surprise, you’re soaked.

he looks up at you, “you hate me so much but you’re soaking wet? doesn’t make sense.” he says.

“stop talking,” you whine.

he plunges two fingers into your cunt, and your hand immediately flies to your mouth. while it isn’t out of the ordinary to have sex in a bathroom at a club, you don’t want people to know it’s you.

he uses his other hand and pulls your hand away from your mouth. “let ‘em hear you.”

he continues fingering you until he feels your walls clench down on his fingers, and he pulls them out.

“matt!” you whine.

he nods, “i know, baby.” matt loves to edge you, and it pisses you off.

you roll your eyes and push him away, hopping off the sink. “no, i really do hate you.”

matt rolls his eyes, “oh, here we go again with that bullshit.”

you’re about to unlock the door and walk out of it before matt stops you. he swats your hand away from the door knob and walks closer to you until you’re up against the door.

“off,” he says, tugging at the fabric of your dress. and even though you said you hated him 5 seconds ago, you obey him.

he helps you wiggle out of your dress, you step out of it and slide it across the bathroom.

matt takes his belt off and unbuttons his jeans, you slide his boxers down to his ankles along with his jeans.

you’re still against the door when matt says, “jump.” you quickly obey, wrapping your legs around his hips. he uses the door to help not drop you, and you’re sure your back will hurt and have some bruises after this.

his dick is firmly pressing against your clit, and matt uses one arm to support you and the other to slide his dick inside your entrance. you hadn’t had his cock in a couple months, and it’s like it’s the first time again.

“oh fuck,” he groans. “still so tight. none of the other guys can stretch you like i do, huh?” he whispers into your ear.

“shut up and fuck me already, matt.” you reply bitterly.

“if you say so,” he whispers before bucking his hips into you so hard you think you might have a bruise.

“oh!” you gasp.

matt maintains eye contact with you, “you miss this dick?”

you nod as he continues to fuck into you, the door rattling against you.

“i don’t believe that, use your words, y/n.” he teases.

“i missed— oh fuck, missed your dick,” you whimper.

he pushed you harder against the door behind you so he could use his other hand to rub circles on your clit.

“well, i missed this pussy too. know it missed me back.”

your hole fluttered at his words which made him let out a soft groan. you felt his dick everywhere, in your soul.

he moved his hand away from your clit, leaving you trembling.

“m’back hurts,” you whined as he slid his dick in and out of you.

matt looked at you with sympathy, “i know baby… but we’re in a bathroom cause you’re jus’ so needy, so there’s not much room for me to fuck you like i want.”

this was true.

he rammed into you harder and faster, causing you to let out an almost pornographic shriek.

matt dryly laughed, “sound so pretty. such a pretty voice.”

you knew how much matt loved your career. the most famous pop girl at the moment wrapped around his finger. he loved watching your shows and seeing how all your female fans would bring their boyfriends to a concert and he’d watch their intense stares as you pranced around on stage in nothing but a tiny dress and heels. everyone wanted to fuck you or be you, and he loved that you were his in every way. but after the breakup, he’s gotten angry so of course he has to make up for lost time with a very intense fuck.

he slammed into you and pulled out just as quick, repeating this until he can feel your walls tightening against his lengthy cock.

“c’mon, baby. know your close, give it to me.” he whispered in your ear.

“oh god,” you moaned.

matt stopped fucking you, “s’not my name, baby.”

you whined, “fuck me, matt.” you said, putting emphasis on his name.

he smiled and started pounding into you again. “good job, baby. love when you use that pretty lil voice of yours.”

your nails scratched artwork onto his back, maybe breaking skin but matt didn’t mind at all.

“you gonna cum?” he taunted.

you nodded, “matt!”

“cum for me baby,” he demanded.

“oh god! oh, oh matt!” you said it correctly this time as your orgasm ripped through you. the first genuinely good one in two weeks.

matt didn’t slow down, he stayed fucking you through your orgasm.

“can’t!” you yelled.

matt shook his head, “you can. jus’ gimme one more. one more.”

you shut your eyes tightly gripping onto his back as tight as you can. you start squirming as your next orgasm approaches.

“m’cumming! oh! matt, i’m cumming!”

he nods, “i know baby.”

after you come down from your orgasm high, matt helps you adjust yourself so you look presentable to go back out into your party.

you reapply your lip gloss and run your fingers through your hair, combing them out. you fix your dress while matt hands you your panties.

“well, it was nice seeing you.” you say sweetly, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

“very nice.” he says with a smirk on his face. he adjusts his hair too before unlocking the door and holding it open for you. you’re greeted by a long line of upset faces waiting to use the bathroom.

you and matt make side eye each other as you walk away from the crowd, giggling.

you and matt both know you were never not each others.

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Delicate | Part One

Summary: A bad reputation, one contract, a very stubborn singer and a calm footballer was the perfect mix for disaster.

Warnings: cursing.

Face claim: Madison Beer (She's just the face claim. We are using songs from other artists too)

What are you supposed to do when the whole world is watching every single one of your movements?

What are you supposed to do when you feel like a deer in headlights?

What to do when your reputation is the worst?

That's the type of questions you make yourself everyday after what happened.

You blame yourself. "Maybe if I wasn't that stupid to trust people I shouldn't have, I would be fine."

But here you are. Trapped in a room with the people who tell you every single day that they told you, that you needed to be careful. And you are not happy but you took the I told you.

Do you deserve it? yes.

You thoughts were interrupted by the door being opened. You noticed the man that enters the room. A little tired, a little older than thirty five.

"I'm sorry about the time. Traffic was crazy." he says, hugging your manager. "Barcelona is crazy this time of the year."

"There's worst days." you manager says, laughing. "Y/n, come here."

You look at her, walking over to them. "Hi!"

"This is Hector, he's a friend of mine." she introduced you to the man. "He's the manager of two football players from Barcelona."

"That's so cool" you smile. "Nice to meet you, Mister Hector."

"Just Hector, love." he smiles. "I love your new song, so good."

You smile, thanking him.

"Where's your boy?" you manager asks. "I want to see him, so good he's better now."

"He's downstairs, some fans recognize him and asked him for pictures."

You look over at your manager, wondering what was going on. You try not to care and wait for this guy. You stay quiet while Hector and Aleek, your manager, talk very happy.

The door was open by a dark haired boy, he looks about your age. He was wearing some cargo jeans and a hoodie. "I'm sorry, more and more people were asking for pictures."

"Don't worry, love." Aleek says, hugging him. "You are so handsome, it's been a while since I've seen you."

"The last time was during my last game at Las Palmas." he smiles. "Nice to see you."

"Come here, love." she grab him by the arm. "Let me introduce you to Pedri." she says to you. "He's the number eight of the first team at the fc barcelona."

"Hola!" Pedri smiles.

You shake his hand, smiling at him. You still don't understand what are you doing there so early in the morning and what was the need for Pedri and Hector to be there.

"I know you are questioning what are we doing here." Hector says, standing up. "We are here to talk about a small," he pauses for a while. "Let's say a small feature."

You turn to see your manager, you are more confused than before, not understanding what they meant. How can you do a feature with him when you do music and he is a football player.

"In these past months we have register both of your activities on social media, press notes, work activities. Pedri, we know that you had a bit of a hard time with injures and with all of the rumors about girls." Aleek says.

You frown, why does that even matter?

"And you, Y/n." Hector says. "You had the success of a lifetime, you last singles were on the top of billboard, and you are even competing with Taylor Swift on the charts." he says, happy. "The thing is, you are known for partying, for being a not serious person to work with."

"That's no-" you try to say.

"Let me finish." he says, you nod. "You have a reputation that's not giving you the best times. Your campaign with Dior was over because of the rumors about you doing substance during Kylie Jenner party."

"What's the point?" you say. "Aleek, what is going on? I've never done any of those things, just freaking rumors." you try to defend yourself.

"I know that." she says, lifting her hands. "But they don't."

She threw a few magazines and some printed news titles. You grab them, you know you don't have the best reputation on US. Feeling weird that they are showing you this.

"Anywho, Hector and I have an amazing idea that involves the two of you." She smiles.

Pedri frowns, understanding before they even explain.

"We did a contract, a PR one." Hector says to Pedri. "The contract is that you two will pretend to have a relationship to change the rumours around. This will help how the two of you are perceived."

You shake your head no, "I'm not doing this." you laugh, standing up. "What gave you the right? We are people, what if Pedri has a girlfriend? what if I have someone? Where is our own will of choosing?"

"Pedri doesn't have a girlfriend," Hector says. "Pedri has groupies who mess up his reputation."

Pedri frowns again. "I don't have groupies."

"We," Aleek says louder. "are your managers." she smiles. "And WE will do whatever is necessary for the two of you to get back to a good reputation path."

You shake your head. "I won't sign." you say.

"I won't either." Pedri seconds you.

Hector laughs, "We don't need your signature." he explains, showing us a copy of the contract. "We have legal power over decisions regarding your brands."

"You can't do this." you say, feeling trapped. "Aleek, why?"

"Because, Pedri and you need this." she explains. "You don't want this rumors to make your album to flop. Do you?"

You shake your head, standing up. "I can't." you threw the papers on the table, walking outside of the room.

You run stairs down, feeling tired of the way people see you as a product. You don't want to feel like a normal person, being able to walk and not have a phone on your face.

You know that the rumors of you partying were creating problems. Even when you don't do any kind of drugs or anything bad. People like to pretend you are a junkie who pass the days drunk.

You slam the door of your apartment, throwing yourself on the couch. You cry the feelings out. Your phone is ringing, you ignore it, you know it was Aleek.

You try to calm yourself down. You hate to feel like a product of the industry. You hate to feel like an addict when you don't even live that life. You hate that when you asked your friends to defend you, they ignored you.

You grab your phone from your bag, answering without even looking. "Qué cojones quieres, Aleek?" you say, stern tone.

You were about to say more, until you hear the voice of Pedri.

"Soy Pedri." he says. "I just want to know if you are okay."

"I don't care who you are." you say, even more angry. "I don't need you worrying about me, Pedri." you say his name in this spiteful tone.

You were too angry to care who was it. You don't even think about the fact that Pedri was in the same problem that you are.

He doesn't answer, he knows you are mad and that you won't have the best answer to anybody calling you.

You then feel guilt, Pedri doesn't have to take the blame of what your manager and his did. "Pedri, I'm so sorry!" you cry. "I didn't meant to treat you like that. I'm not like this, I promise." you say, rambling a little.

You cry after saying this, sobbing and feeling even worse that Pedri took time to call you to check on you.

"Bonita, please don't cry." he says, softly.

"I don't want to do this." you say, crying on the phone. "I don't want to stain you with my reputation."

"You won't!" he reassures you. "I don't want to either, but I'm not letting you feel alone in this."

You smile at that, feeling a little bit better than you are less alone in this shit show.

"They actually already have something that we need to do." he scoff. "I feel like a fucking voodoo doll."

You chuckle at that. "That's a good term." you say to him. "I will check to see what's going on, thank you for reaching to me" you say softly, more calmed.

"Venga, don't stress." he jokes. "It's best for us to just do what they ask us. I know it's horrible to have to pretend and lie to everybody, however, I do believe that we can take something good out of this."

"Okay, I'll trust your words." you laugh, making him laugh. "I'm reading the text they sent us, I guess I'll see you."

You say your goodbyes to him. Promising to not keep crying.

You feel anxiety.

You know you have to be back to the studio to record a few songs. You don't want to, not cause of the way you left last time.

Aleek tried to contact you, she texted, she email you, even sent you a message over pinterest.

But you weren't giving up. You were mad and you wanted to show that to her. Even when you know you have to talk to her because you need to approve the album cover.

"Hello." You say, walking into the recording room.

Aleek looks at you, smiling at you. She knows you were mad but at the same time she knows this is something that you needs.

"Hola, bebé." She says.

You walk over to her, hugging her from behind. You needed this more than ever. "I don't like you right now, but I love you."

"I know you are mad, but trust me on this, okay?"

You nod, separating and walking over to the table where all the options are. You two start working on picking an album cover.

"I think this one is prettier." You say.

You hear three knocks on the door. Jake, you publicist walk in, an iPad in hand. He shows Aleek something, which she smiles to.

You don't paint mind to it. Knowing that whatever she's into, you would have to say yes in the end.

"Do you have like football, Cinderella?" Jake asks you.

You roll your eyes, knowing by your best friends boyfriend insta stories that tomorrow is going to be the clasico of la liga.

"Can I say no?"

"No." Jake laughs, making you pout.

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"Do you even know how much I hate you right now?" You ask Aleek over the phone. "I was thinking about getting take out and rawdog my show last season."

"Now you can go out and see the sunset." She says, happy tone.

"I was looking at information about Pedri, and Hector did not lie about him having groupies who got him a reputation."

"Really?" She asks, curious. "When I met him he was such a shy boy."

"Well, not anymore." You laugh. "His last rumor was an influencer whose boyfriend apparently found them in bed." You tell her.

"Well, that's what this is for." She says, explaining again the purpose of the contract. "For you to drop the reputation you have, look at yours. Missing junkie."

"Ughh." You buff, mad. "I will require you to order me take out later just for that comment."

"will do." she says, chuckling. "Text me when you are home and to tell me how it was."

"Yes, boss." You laugh, hanging up the call.

You finish with your touch up of makeup. You added mascara, some brow gel and your beloved blush.

You move from your bathroom to your room, packing everything that you were taking, a blanket to sit on, your sunglasses, some sunscreen.

You feel the vibration of your phone in the back of your shorts. You See Pedri's text, he was waiting for you in the parkin lot.

You texted back that you were going down, to give you a minute. You press the basement button, texting Aleek a picture of you in the elevator.

When the doors open you noticed Pedri's car parked in front of the elevator. You smile at him and wave.

He was about to get down and open your door but you knockn on the wintond. "Just open." You chuckle.

He does that, unlocking the door. "I was going to open it for you." he says.

"Not necessary."

"Joder, que bien huele tu perfume." (your perfume smells amazing) he says, turning to you.

You blush a little at the comment, you love when people tell you that you smelled good.

"Gracias." You smile at him. "It's Armani." You say, making a face that makes him laugh.

"It's good." he smiles. "You can leave the bag on the backseat." he says, pointing towards the back of his car.

You nod, turning to place your bag. You notice a black box with his name and some barca design. You can see some letters, some pictures, notes with hearts.

"Someone got a gift." You tell him.

"Sip, these girls who follows me since the begging of my barca career came to Barcelona for the clasico and I saw them today when I left the camp nou."

You pout, you love how cute his fans were. "That's so cute."

You love getting things from your fans, it was a little piece of them that you get to keep with yourself.

"I have a Playlist on." he says, referee to the music that playing. "Here's my phone for you to change it."

"I like bad bunny, it's fine." You smile.

The rest of the trip was calmed, you two were silent, just listening to the music. You feel weird, you don't really know what to ask him.

When you got to the beach you notice that he was wearing a pair of sneakers.

"Pedri, you can't wear that on the sand, you'll ruin them."

He sees his sneakers, nodding his head. "I was going to go to my house and get my sandals." he explains. "But if I got home, I was going to be late for picking you."

You nod, understanding his motives. "Let's do this." You smile at him., I'll take my shoes off and we both can be barefoot."

He nods, smiling at your suggestion. You two take your shoes off, leaving them in the car. You walk together to the beach. You ask him for help with the beach towel.

"So I brought fruit, I brought some juice in a box because Hector told Aleek you don't drink and I also got sunscreen cause I can tell you are not wearing any." You say, pointing at everything you got.

You pass him his juice box and the tupper with some fruit. "I love watermelon." He smiles, eating the fruit. "Gracias."

You two stay quiet for a while, the two of you just enjoying the food and juice. You want to ask him something but you are not sure what.

"How was your day?" You ask.

"E'tuvo bueno, I'm a little bit tired because of the game and todays training, but I'm good." He explains. "Yours?"

"Oh, it was good." You smile. "I recorded some snips for my next album."

"I like your music."

"En serio?" You raise an eyebrow

"Qué va!" He laughs. "Do you think I'm a liar?"

"Not at all." You lift both your hands. "What's your favorite song of mine?"

"Underground, I like that song so much." You nod, smiling at him. "But I don't think you beat Quevedo."

"No way!" You say happily. "I love Quevedo."

"Favorite song?'

"La playa del inglés."

"No, que va, you are kidding." He smiles. "That's my favorite song too."

"That crazyyyy." You say. "Okay, what's your favorite movie?"

"Buaf, I think creed."

"No, you are lying." You say, looking away.

Pedri took a little bit to catch up on your answer. "Dios, Y/n." He smiles. "No way."

"I love creed." You say.

You two laugh at how crazy the things were. Because you did not believe that it was possible for you two to have that much in common.

"Do you have siblings?" You ask, eating some of the fruit.

"Sip." He smiles at the thought of his brother. "His name is Fernando, he's a chef and lives with me." You smile at that, you can tell he's very family oriented. "You?"

"I have one brother." You say. "His name is Austin. He lives in Tennessee."

"A little bit far." He chuckles. "Do you live alone or with your parents?"

"I live alone." You smile. "I have an apartment, but I think of getting a house."

"A house is better." He confess. "When I moved on here, I was in an apartment with my brother, and we felt so weird. Apartment complex are small and a little bit expensive for what you get."

You nod, agreeing with what he's saying. "Your brother is a chef, so you don't cook?" You ask.

"Not really." He chuckles. "My mom knows how to and my dad too. They own a restaurant, Tasca Fernando."

You smile at that, feeling happy at that confession. "Here in Barcelona?"

"In Tegueste, Tenerife."

"Right, you are Canarian." You say, remembering what you read. "You played in Palmas?"

"Sip, Las Palmas. They were my first big team and now I'm in Barcelona."

"I want to say that I love your style of playing, but I don't know anything about football." You chuckle.

"I can teach you." He smiles. "I'm kinda good at it." He jokes, making you laugh.

You two keep talking about more of your likes, getting to know yourselves. You find it very interesting how someone so quiet and so reserved has such a reputation.

"And the next home match is this Friday." He tells you, after a large explanation of how La Liga works.

"Are your parents coming?" You ask him.

He then changed his demeanor. He got a lot more silent. "No, they are not coming."

"Oh no, why?"

"Well." He thinks if telling you is the right thing. "Hector won't allow me to because we are supposed to be our and be seen and having my family will distract me."

You frown, not sure how to react but surely mad that his manager dared to tell him such a thing.

"I'm sorry," you apologize.

"It's not your fault." He whispers. "It's fucked up, but I know it will be worth it."

You stayed quiet, enjoying the sound of the people around, the music that you can hear, the laughs, the screams of kids playing, the small talk that's not understandable.

You then got the idea.

"I can help you see your family." You smile at him.

He lifts his head quickly, turning to you. "What? How?"

"Okay, what if I ask my manager that we can use your family for our pr?"

He thinks for a few seconds, confused about how that would be beneficial for the two of you.

"Hector says that you have a reputation on having a lot of girls, but have you ever introduced one of those girls to your family?"

"No!"

"That's what we can say." You smile. "If you introduce me to your parents and we are seen together in the public at a game, then that means that we are serious, it's more believable."

You smile at your idea. Feeling like a smart girl.

You can't catch the look on his face, but in his mind, he's thanking you a thousand times while lifting you in the air.

"I'll tell my manager tomorrow, I have to go to the studio." You smile at him.

"Would you really?" He asks, eyes shinning with hope.

"Si!" You smile. "I'll promise I will make everything I can to get them to be at these home game."

Pedri hugs you, thanking you for making an extra effort for him to be fine.

"Now, what if we go get an ice cream?" You suggest.

He nods happy. He would give you anything you want right now. "It's on me." He says, helping you get up.

"I'll agree just because I forgot my wallet." You laugh, making him laugh.

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holacom Spain Golden Boy Pedri González was caught on a romantic beach getaway with our Favorite Pop Girl Y/n.

The two of them are rumored to be having more than just romance. Fans of the two of them on social media X are pointing how she was at the home game and wearing the emblematic number 8 from Pedri.

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pedrilover35 isn't she like a junkie?

y/nxharry no 😡 that's just rumors

ferminmipatron I think she is because she's friends with the jenners and they are junkies too

y/nfan23 love this new couple ❤️ I need to get his jersey

sugarmelon I ordered his and someone named gavi 😎

messicomeback10 get a messi one

sugarmelon @messicomeback10 who tf is messi?

"Can you lower the volume on that note?" You ask your technician. "Yes, right there."

You sing the note one more time. Trying to make it perfect for layering it into the melody of the background.

"Okay, that's amazing." He says.

"Let's do the same with the chorus."

You spend the next hours doing that with other several songs. Trying to make them sound better and more effortlessly likable.

You thank Bruno, the technician. You worked with him before and you know that he knows your moods and your vibe.

"Lunch is on me tomorrow." You smile at him. "Drive safe." You hug him goodbye, walking with him to the elevator.

You press the button of the floor where Aleek's office is. You need to talk to her about bringing Pedri's parents.

You knock three times. "Come in." You hear her. You open the door and walk inside, finding her reading some papers. "Hello, baby."

"Hola." You smile.

"Are you done?"

"Yes, we got amazing beats." You smile. "Hey, I want to talk to you about something." You sigh.

She stays quiet, signal for you to keep talking an to tell her what's on your mind. You take a deep breath.

"Pedri told me that Hector told him that he can't see his family or bring them to Barcelona because that would be a distraction for our plan." You say to her.

She frowns, not aware of that. "I didn't knew that."

"I know, I just want to know if you can help me convince him to let him bring his family."

"Oh baby, but I don't thin-"

"I have a plan." You interrupt her.

She nods, making a hand signal for you to keep talking.

"So, I was doing my research on Pedri, I found out that he never once introduced his flings to his parents." You began. "And fans always say that on x, with every girl he's rumored."

You open your phone, sending her the screenshots of people tweeting that they don't believe that Pedri is with anyone because not one of his family members follow the girls.

"And if we can get people to see us together with his family, then get bag the football girls. That means that the media would stop seeing us as a fling or a fuck thing situation."

"Okay, you got my attention."

"And if we can be seen with his parents and brother, then after, we can start to post more about each other. Things here and there, discreet."

"Something private but not secret." She says.

"Exactly." You smile. "And what better than this Friday's game."

"That's in three days." She turns to see her calendar.

"Please, I know this can work." You beg. "We are doing this, all I'm asking is for you to help me get Pedri to see his family."

She narrows her eyes. "Fine, I'll help you convince Hector." She says, making you smile. "I'll show him all of these that you have."

You feel happy. You would help feel like this is less a forced situation but more like a small trade.

"Now go home, you need to rest for your interview with Vogue." She says.

"Yes, ma'am." You smile. "Bye."

You hug her goodbye and walk outside of the building. You drive home, listening to some pop for a change.

You get home and cook something easy for dinner. Watching some of your show whole eating.

You feel your phone vibrate. You picked it and see Pedri's name displayed. "Hola, camarón sin cola." You say, happily.

"Eres una jodida genio," He says. You can tell he's happy by the tone. "Hector called me and told me that he booked my parents' tickets for them to come a day before the game."

You feel happy that your plan worked. "Oh my God!" You say, jumping happy. "It worked, that's such a good news."

"Gracias, Y/n." He says softly. "I really needed this."

You pout happy. "Don't thank me." You say. "Go tell your brother or calm your parents to tell them. We can talk later."

"Vale, but I promise I'm making it up for you." He laughs. "Adiós."

You say goodbye to him. Watching your shoe for a little while. You can't help but to have a smile on your face.

You then remember that you need to post something from fenty beauty. Opening insta to post your picture with the product.

You let it there, you were focused on your show and on finishing your third plate of food. You then feel your phone get notifications.

>Aleek: kiddo, Pedri will comment on your post. Please answer.

Aleek: Let's stick with emojis for now. <

You check insta, opening the comment section. Pedri's comment was there, freshly made. You reply with two emojis. Letting people go crazy about it.

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yourusername Nothing feels better than glowing like a star with my Fenty Killawatt Glow ✨️🌙 Don't forget to get yours at @sephora_spain #FentyPartner ❤️

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frenkietupatron @pedri don't engage with her because the Kardashian curse might get us 😣😣😣

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[geotjwrs]

boyfriend (18+)

Pairings ; Madison Beer x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut

The summer night was warm, and the city skyline glittered like a thousand tiny stars against the deep blue sky. The rooftop party was in full swing, with music pulsing through the air and people dancing under the twinkling fairy lights. Y/N stood near the edge of the roof, chatting with Madelyn Cline, a friend he had just met at the party. She was charming and engaging, and he found himself laughing at her witty comments.

Across the rooftop, Madison Beer was engaged in a conversation with Nick Austin. They were laughing and sharing stories, their chemistry palpable to anyone who observed them. Madison's eyes, however, kept darting towards Y/N, who was too engrossed in his conversation with Madelyn to notice.

Y/N's heart wasn't entirely in the conversation. As much as he enjoyed Madelyn's company, his mind kept wandering back to Madison. They had always had a special connection, a bond that went beyond mere friendship. Their playful banter and mutual teasing were a constant source of amusement for their friends, who often joked about the "will-they-won't-they" tension between them.

Tonight, the tension was different. Seeing Madison laugh with Nick, Y/N felt a pang of jealousy, a feeling that intensified each time Madison glanced over at him. He noticed the way Nick leaned in closer to her, how Madison playfully swatted his arm, and it made his chest tighten.

Madison felt the same way. She watched Y/N and Madelyn with a growing sense of unease. Every time Y/N laughed at something Madelyn said, Madison felt a twinge of jealousy. She hated the idea of someone else capturing his attention, even if it was just for a conversation.

As the night progressed, the intensity of the party escalated. The music grew louder, the lights brighter, and the atmosphere more electric. Y/N's jealousy reached a boiling point when he saw Nick whisper something into Madison's ear, making her giggle and blush. Without thinking, he turned to Madelyn and, in a moment of impulsive jealousy, kissed her.

Madelyn, taken by surprise, kissed him back, but the moment was fleeting. Y/N immediately regretted it, his eyes darting back to Madison. He saw the hurt and anger flash across her face, even from a distance. She excused herself from Nick and made her way through the crowd, heading towards the exit.

Y/N's heart pounded as he pushed through the throngs of people, desperate to catch up with her. He finally found her near the stairwell, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Maddie, wait!" he called out, his voice breaking with emotion.

Madison turned to face him, her eyes blazing. "What the hell, Y/N? You kissed her. Right in front of me."

Y/N ran a hand through his hair, frustration and regret etched on his face. "I know, and I'm sorry. I was jealous. Seeing you with Nick drove me crazy. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you to someone else."

Madison crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. "Do you have any idea how it felt to see that? To watch you kiss someone else?"

Y/N took a step closer, his voice softening. "It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest seeing you with Nick. I've been feeling this way for so long, but I was too scared to tell you."

Madison's expression softened slightly, but she still held her ground. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I was afraid," Y/N admitted. "Afraid of ruining what we have. But I can't keep these feelings bottled up anymore. I don't want to be just friends, Maddie. I want you. Only you."

Tears welled up in Madison's eyes as she took a deep breath. "I hate seeing you with other people, too. It kills me. I've been in love with you for so long, but I didn't want to risk losing you."

Y/N closed the distance between them, his hands gently cupping her face. "We've both been so stupid," he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear. "But we don't have to be anymore."

Madison looked into his eyes, her heart pounding. "Promise me you'll never do something like that again."

"I promise," Y/N said fervently. "You're the only one I want. The only one I've ever wanted."

Without another word, Madison closed the gap between them, pressing her lips to his in a passionate, desperate kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the unspoken words and hidden feelings they had kept buried for so long. The world seemed to melt away as they finally embraced their love, the intensity of their emotions making the moment electric.

The kiss deepened, their hands exploring each other's bodies with a hunger that had been suppressed for too long. Madison's fingers tangled in Y/N's hair, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together. Y/N's hands roamed down her back, pulling her hips against his as he pressed her against the wall.

The thrill of finally being able to touch her, to feel her warmth against him, was intoxicating. Madison moaned softly into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. Y/N's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses that made her shiver with desire.

"Y/N," she whispered breathlessly, her hands gripping his shoulders. "We can't do this here."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with longing. "I don't care. I need you, Maddie. Right now."

Madison glanced around the empty stairwell, her heart racing. The thrill of being caught added to the excitement, and she nodded, pulling him into a nearby storage room. As soon as the door closed behind them, their lips crashed together again, their hands feverishly removing each other's clothes.

Y/N's hands slid under Madison's dress, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her thighs before hooking into her panties and sliding them down. Madison gasped as his fingers brushed against her, her hips bucking into his touch. She reached for his belt, unbuckling it with trembling hands, eager to feel him against her.

They moved together with a desperate urgency, their bodies pressing together in a frenzied dance of passion. Y/N lifted Madison onto a nearby table, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. He paused for a moment, their eyes locking as they shared a moment of pure, unfiltered desire.

"I love you, Maddie," he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion.

"I love you too, Y/N," she replied, her voice trembling with need.

With that, he pushed into her, both of them gasping at the sensation. They moved together in a rhythm that was both frantic and tender, their bodies perfectly in sync. The intensity of their connection, the raw emotion and physical pleasure, was overwhelming.

Madison clung to him, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her with increasing urgency. She felt herself nearing the edge, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Y/N's lips found hers again, their kiss deepening as they both reached their climax, their cries of pleasure muffled against each other's mouths.

As they came down from their high, they held each other close, their breaths mingling as they tried to steady themselves. Y/N gently brushed a strand of hair from Madison's face, his eyes filled with love and tenderness.

"I guess we're not just friends anymore," Madison said with a small, satisfied smile.

"Nope," Y/N agreed, his eyes shining with happiness. "We're definitely not."

They dressed quickly, sharing tender kisses and whispered words of love. As they rejoined the party, hand in hand, they couldn't help but reflect on how their journey had led them to this moment.

Throughout the rest of the night, their friends noticed the change, smiling and congratulating them on finally figuring it out. Y/N and Madison danced under the stars, their hearts full of love and joy. They knew that their friendship had laid the foundation for something truly special, and they were excited to see where their newfound romance would take them.

As the party wound down and the guests started to leave, Y/N and Madison remained on the rooftop, wrapped in each other's arms. The city lights glowed softly in the background, and the night air was filled with the promise of new beginnings.

Madison looked up at Y/N, her heart swelling with affection. "I'm so glad we finally did this," she whispered.

"Me too," Y/N replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "It feels like everything has fallen into place."

Madison smiled, her fingers tracing the outline of Y/N's jaw. "I want more of you," she said softly, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and love.

Y/N's eyes darkened with desire, his breath hitching at her words. "Let's get out of here," he suggested, his voice low and husky.

They quickly made their way down the stairs and out of the building, the night air cool against their flushed skin. Y/N hailed a cab, and they climbed in, unable to keep their hands off each other. Madison's fingers traced the lines of his face, her lips finding his in a series of slow, deep kisses.

The ride to Y/N's apartment felt like an eternity, the tension between them crackling with electricity. As soon as they reached Y/N's apartment, they practically stumbled through the door, their lips locked in a heated kiss. Y/N wasted no time in pushing Madison against the wall, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that consumed him.

Madison moaned into his mouth, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Y/N's lips left hers, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't contain.

They stumbled into the bedroom, their movements fueled by raw desire and longing. Y/N gently laid Madison down on the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he hovered over her, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.

Their clothes were discarded in a frenzy of urgency, forgotten in their need to be closer, to feel every inch of each other's skin. Y/N's hands explored every curve of Madison's body, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Madison arched into his touch, her nails digging into his back as he kissed his way down her body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Every touch, every kiss, was like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again.

As Y/N entered her, they both gasped at the overwhelming sensation of being joined together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, finally coming together to create something beautiful and pure.

Their lovemaking was slow and sensual, a symphony of sighs and whispers, of skin against skin and hearts beating as one. They lost themselves in each other, in the heat of their passion and the depth of their connection.

Their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, Y/N and Madison moved together in a dance of desire, their connection deepening with each moment. As they lost themselves in the intensity of their lovemaking, their whispers of love and longing filled the air.

"I've wanted this for so long," Y/N breathed against Madison's skin, his voice thick with desire.

Madison's fingers trailed along his back, sending shivers down his spine. "Me too," she confessed, her voice a soft, breathless sigh. "I've dreamed about this moment with you."

Their words mingled with the soft sounds of their kisses, each touch igniting a spark of passion that consumed them both. With every caress, every whispered declaration of love, they felt their connection grow stronger, their desire reaching new heights.

"I love you, Madison," Y/N murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss.

Madison's response was a low moan of pleasure, her hands pulling him closer, urging him to deepen their embrace. "I love you too, Y/N," she gasped, her voice filled with longing. "Only you."

"I need you," Y/N whispered, his voice raw with emotion as he pressed his forehead against Madison's, their breaths mingling in the heat of the moment.

"You have me," Madison replied, her voice filled with love and devotion. "Completely."

Their bodies moved in a frenzy of passion, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through them. Y/N's lips found Madison's in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing in a desperate tangle as they clung to each other, lost in the heat of the moment.

"Fuck, Madison," Y/N moaned against her lips, his voice thick with desire.

"Harder, baby," Madison gasped in response, her nails digging into his skin as she arched into his touch.

Their whispers of love and longing were drowned out by the sound of their moans, the room filled with the symphony of their desire. With each breath, each caress, they felt the tension building, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

"I can't take it anymore," Y/N groaned, his voice strained with need as he buried his face in the crook of Madison's neck.

Madison's response was a low, guttural moan, her body trembling with anticipation. "Me neither," she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode the wave of pleasure that threatened to consume them both.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge. With each moan, each whispered declaration of love, they felt their passion reaching new heights, their connection deepening with every heartbeat.

"I'm about to cum," Y/N groaned, his voice thick with urgency as he struggled to hold on to the last shreds of control.

Madison's breath hitched at his words, her own release imminent. "Yes," she gasped, her voice a breathless plea. "Please, Y/N."

And with one final thrust, they tumbled over the edge together, their cries of ecstasy mingling in the air as they surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

As they lay tangled in each other's arms, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their lovemaking, Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to Madison's forehead, his heart overflowing with love for the woman in his arms.

"I love you, Madison," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/N," she replied, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "Forever and always."

Their breaths slowed, synchronized in the intimate rhythm of lovers who had finally found solace in each other's arms. Y/N brushed his fingers through Madison's hair, the strands silky soft against his skin. Each touch, each caress, felt like a symphony of their souls intertwining.

As they lay there, Madison traced patterns on Y/N's chest, her touch feather-light against his skin. She traced the outline of his tattoo, her fingers lingering over each curve and line as if committing it to memory. Y/N closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch, the warmth of her body pressed against his.

The night wore on, their whispers grew softer, their bodies growing heavy with the weight of sleep. They held each other close, unwilling to let go of the moment, unwilling to let go of each other.

[mattsjuul]

GRAVITY. chris sturniolo

༣ summary: chris is on tour and misses his girlfriend .ᐟ ♡

༣ pairing: clingy!reader & tour!chris

༣ warnings: suggestive, just a cute lil oneshot tbh, pet names ( !!!!! ), long distance ???? idk

༣ authors note ♡: ok i rlly didnt know what to do for this tbh i js wanted to write for chris lol!!!! this MIIIGHT get a pt 2 tho. so twoshot!

you stand in your kitchen, your mind constantly filled with thoughts of your boyfriend while he's off on tour. is he sleeping? maybe he's eating something. i hope he's enjoying it. is he gonna call me? isnt he in new york? thats three hours ahead. three whole hours. so if its six pm here then its... seven... eight.. nine. nine pm there? so is he asleep? i dont know if tour's got him sleepy. gosh. can he call me? i bet he looks so good right now. fuck. then your thoughts are interrupted by a very specific text tone. it's chris! "Hey" "R u busy imy" you read, causing you to almost start jumping for joy in front of your open fridge. although you do a little squeal instead. "definitely not" "call me im begging" you reply. "I like that" he replies, making you giggle to yourself. seconds later, your screen lights up with a picture of chris with a big smile holding your dear friend, madison, 's cat.

"well hellloooo" you answer with a smile far too big. "hey sexy" he smiles back just as much. "i've been waiting for this call" you admit. "yeah? you been thinking about me?" he asks in a cocky tone. but it was lowkey doing things to you. well. highkey. "you'd like that wouldnt you?" you ask. "yeah." he proudly says. "i was actually about to rub one out since im alone. show me your tits" he jokes. "don't tempt me" you giggle. "i mean.. you're free to do whatever you want. you're an adult with free will in your own home" he babbles on. you take a deep breath, honestly debating it. why not? he's seen them pleennttyy of times. more so, touched them plenty of times.

"ya' know." he interrupts your debating. "i've had lots of time to think. especially to think about you. and ya' know, we're never really apart for longer then a week. and it's made me realize that you really hold me down. i feel like i need at least one night with you every week to function. not like night.. i mean one sleep. i feel like it's made me sleep not so well. is that crazy? i'm not making sense. but then also, it'll be like 10 am here and i'll argue with nick or matt and i cant run to you. you'd be asleep and i dont want you to be upset the moment you wake up. i hate this seperation. i hate making you wait.. like what if you stop liking me before i get back. fuck. you're not hanging out with that actor guy you like, right?" he goes ooonnn n on. well boobs wouldnt be too appropriate right now. "okay.. no" you reply for starters. "and i dont think it's crazy. i get it. but you're veeeryyy cute for thinking all this. i love you chris. i miss you so much." i say. "i love you. can i see your boobs?" he asks, a giggle escaping your lips at his very stupid words.

yet you lift your top up, getting a shocked look from chris. "oh.. i like those.. a lot." he says, a big smile on your face as you shake 'em a little. "just.. stay there for a second" he says, seeing him moving around, clearly pulling his sweats down. "join me, yeah?"

a/n: ohhhhh em geeee.... idk if i like this tbh lol. but lmk if u want a part two w phone sex hehe. im sorry its so so short sad face.. i actually rlly liked writing this tho idk. yaaay hope u like :') ♡ lmk if there r any mistakes pls i didnt proof read!!!!!! (im in class..) 🐻‍❄️

[sturniolo04]

I’m not drunk M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary: its your 21st and you had to much to drink.

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

It was your 21st birthday and you were finally legal. You knew you wanted to have a big party with your closest friends nothing to crazy right? Well not quite see you woke up quite normal your roommates treating you with a happy birthday serenade.

"happy birthday"

Madison and Tara scream out as you made your way into your guys shared kitchen in your house.

"thank you guys"

you giggle out giving them a birthday twirl, still in your pjs which consisted of your boyfriend Matt's t-shirt he left over a couple nights before.

"how does it feel"

Madison asks you as you sit next to her on top of the marble island counter.

"pretty good"

you reply simply

"did matt text you"

tara asks turning around to grab something out of the fridge, as you lift your phone to check your notifications.

"yeah he did"

you state smiling at your phone reading his text.

Happy Birthday, Princess! I Can't wait to celebrate with you tonight!

Thats how the day started. Eventually you, madison and Tara meet up with the triplets and some of your other mutual friends to have the big celebration for you which to no surprise was at a bar. You promised yourself you were only going to drink two drinks of some sort and not overdo it. boy were you wrong. It was now a little past 11 in the evening and you were only 3 drinks in.

"how do you feel"

tara screams yells to you over the music.

"tipsy"

you reply giggling at the same volume tara was at, as matt makes he way over to you since he was your designated driver knowing you were going to push your limits tonight despite what you told him earlier.

"how are you hanging princess"

matt asks you as he could tell you were clearly somewhat intoxicated.

"im great"

you shout lifitng your drink to meet your lips once again. down goes drink number 4.

"you want one"

his girlfriend asks.

"no thanks baby girl"

he chuckles

"why not youre no fun"

she whines out swaying her hip catching the beat of the music in the background.

"baby i have to drive you home"

he chuckles at you again placing his hands on your hips as you spin around your ass colliding with his crotch continuing to sway her hips. Matt nuzzling his chin on your shoulder.

Time skip

Its now a little past 12 midnight and well you lost count of how many drinks you consumed.

"baby i think its time to go don't you think"

matt asks having a tight protective grip on your waist preventing you from doing anything else stupid considered he finally found you after looking for you for the past 15 minutes.

"nooo mattt im having soo much funn"

you slur out to your boyfriend.

"youre drunk my love"

he chuckles out.

"im not drunk"

you huff out as he looks at you unseriously with your birthday crown is falling out of place on your head, as Madison comes over to the pair who was as equally as wasted as you at the moment.

"come dance"

she slurs out handing you another drink.

"okayy"

you reply also accepting the drink she handed you as matt if quick to grab it.

"baby no more for you i think you had enough yeah- I think we are going to head out "

he questions as he sets the drink he took from you on the nearby table.

" no we are not its my birthday you don't get to tell me what to do"

you huff out as matt groans out in annoyance but also knowing you are completely wasted at the moment and this is not how you normally act.

"yeah we're not doing this"

he states picking you up by your calves lunging you over his shoulder.

"MATTHEW PUT ME DOWN NOW I WANNA STAYY"

you slur out accepting defeat propping your hands on his shoulders and head uncomfortably and then waving at everyone as he walks out the door.

you guys finally got back to the triplets house matt escorting you into the house.

"baby did i tell you i love you so much"

you slur out as matt is walking right behind you keeping his hands on your waist to ensure your safety.

"yes babygirl your did and i love you more"

"thats not possible"

you huffs out as he chuckles at you as you guys make it to his room sitting you on his bed.

"arms up"

he instructs you as you follow suit as he lifts your mini dress over your head and replacing it with his black ransom hoodie. Matt noticed you had went quiet so he knew something was up.

"baby you okay"

he trails off in his question worried shift his gaze to your face.

" you gonna throw up"

you couldnt do anything but now your head as matt helps you make your way to the bathroom as you kneel in front of the open toilet empty the alcohol contents you consumed tonight.

"thats it there you go"

matt stats calmly rubbing your back comfortingly as you gag again spilling more contents in the toilet bowl.

"oh goodness atta girl"

he whispers. You repeated you actions a few more times finally felling a little lighter.

" you get it out"

he chuckles as you shift your weight she your back was leaning against his chest.

"yeah i think so"

you mumble out leaning forward resting your head on your arm on the left side of the toilet seat.

The Next Day

you woke up feeling like the absolute worst. Your head was aggressively pounding an to make matters worse you didn't remember how you got to matt's bed, remembering that you literally had two left feet last night.

"how you doing"

matt asks walking into the room with some Tylenol and your Stanley cup in your favorite color, baby blue.

"dont ask"

you groan out sitting up in the bed crossing your legs.

"not so good im guessing- here"

matt assumes handing you the tylenol as you pop it into your mouth as he holds up your stanley straw to your lips for you to drink out of, you willing do so.

"well did you enjoy your birthday at least"

"yeah but what i need now is cuddles and sleep"

you states holding your arms out

" that i can definitely do"

he agrees with you as matt leans into you as you two fall backward colliding with the mattress underneath, you giggling.

"oh dont let me drink that much ever again"

you groan out again as matt chuckles at your statement, agreeing with you in the end.

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𝐹𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 PART 1 | Austin Butler

• SUMMARY : Austin is your best friend and you seem to attend the same event without knowing it. As much as the two of you loved the pranks you did on the set as younger, you decide to repeat the past. But this actually turns into the most wildest things you’ve ever done.

• PAIRING : Austin Butler x female! reader

• WARNINGS : fake/pretended dating, flirting, kissing

• NOTE: Hello guuuuys! 💕 Sorry for not posting anything in a while, life has been busy. I hope y’all will like this and ACTUALLY! Please let me know how would you feel about part 2! I might… how do you say it… spice things up?

Celebrities poured onto the red carpet, shimmering in designer gowns and suits, the paparazzi’s cameras capturing every angle, every smile, every carefully curated moment - that is what it takes to be at the awards.

In the quieter corner of the lobby, away from the chaos of the main entrance which you managed to escape luckily, you adjust your silver dress. The dress you decided to wear tonight is simple but elegant, exactly your style. Your manager insisted for you to arrive early, but now you regret you listened to her. The whole event is just one big chaos, and as much as you love your coworker actors and this job, you’re simply not in the mood to talk with anyone today. It’s just kind of thing you gotta do because your career demands it. You are about to head to the bar for a drink when you hear a familiar voice.

“Look who it is.”

You turn around and your poker face turns into a smile. It’s Austin, your closest friend and the best guy in the industry. He is just leaning against the wall in Prada clothing looking almost too good to be true.

“Aus!” you exclaim, rushing to hug him tightly. “What are you doing here?! I thought you hated these things!”

“Mutual loathing, y’know,” Austin replies jokingly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “But my manager threaten me to go. You?”

“Same story, different manager.” You reply, letting him go gently as both of you laugh.

You two stay far from anyone, changing some stories about your latest projects. Austin was really good friend of yours since the two of you met as teenagers, filming some series for Disney channel.

“Do you remember those stupid pranks we used to do on the sets?” he asks, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously and he grins. You raise an eyebrow. “Like the time we convinced every other kid from set that you and I were secretly married?”

“Just like that. Why not repeat that?” Austin glances at you, something unspoken sparkling in his eyes. “Let’s give them something to talk about, and make the boulevard blow.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s pretend we’re dating,” he says with such a calmness. “We’ll get out there, hand in hand. We will whisper sweet nothings to each other as we have arrived together, and make the paps lose their minds.” Sweet nothings, you think for yourself. There is one thing Austin doesn’t know about - you loved him for so long, since the day one actually. And thinking of doing this is messing not only your head but your heart as well.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Have you got insane?”

“Come on, Y/l/n. We haven’t had some fun in years.” Austin pauses, his grin softening. After a few moment’s of hesitation, you nod, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. “Fine.”

Austin’s smirk gets wide, offering you his hand. “Let’s make them go crazy, love.”

You and Austin walk inside the main hall again, hand in hand. You feel your heart beating, almost pounding out of your chest. All of your coworkers know that Austin is really good friend of yours, but no one knows how deeply you loved and love him for years now. And knowing you will have to pretend the two of you are dating it’s not making it any easier.

Austin holds your hand and the two step on the red carpet, and that’s the time where only you two get all the attention. The cameras nearly explodes when you and Austin step onto the red carpet together. You guys walk arm in arm, pausing for photos, leaning in close. At one point Austin brushes a strand of hair from your face, and paparazzi gasp, immediately taking pictures.

You feel all eyes were on you and Austin. It’s not that you would mind, actually, you are enjoying as you make everyone around you crazy. “See, honey? They are all crazy about us.” You lean closer to hear him and as one of his hands rest on your back, you take his other hand to hold onto. Austin glances down at you, noticing your smile and the way you’re holding his hand. It makes a shiver go up his spine. He looks you in the eyes and smile, gently squeezed your hand.

“You know, you’re damn good at this. I almost almost forget that we aren’t actually a couple right now,”

You smirk at Austin, as you play along now. “How about leaving to other actors now, leaving the paparazzi desperate for more photos so we can also fool our coworkers?” He smirks and his hand travels to your lower back.

He knows it is all just an act, but it feels so right. So damn right. He takes a step forward, leading the two of you towards one of the actors as he spoke to you. “Are you ready to put on the ‘couple act’ for them, darling?”

You nod your head and smirks. “Never felt more ready.” Austin chuckles, his smirk now matching yours. He likes the confidence in you. The two of you approach one of the other actors, who is Austin’s coworker and friend who worked with him on Masters of the Air - Callum. “Hey, Call!” Austin waves at him, holding your hand.

“Oh, Austin! Hey!” Austins walks with you to him. Callum turns away from the conversation he was in, his eyes landing on you and Austin. He is obviously stunned, his eyes widening slightly seeing the two of you together. His gaze immediately darted down to your hands intertwined together. “Austin, you’re here! And… you’re here with Y/n?”

“Hey, nice to finally meet you!” you offer Callum a hand to shake, adding the word finally to made him think Austin promised you to introduce you to him. Callum smiles awkwardly, quickly glancing down at your hand still intertwined with Austin’s again, before looking back up at you. The stunned look is still on his face, but he manages to answer you.

“It’s, uh, nice to meet you too. Wow, I can’t believe you’re actually here with Austin. You two… you, uh, look great together” Callum answers, confused tone in his voice. You glance at Austin, who is not hiding his smirk any longer. “Thank you! Austin is actually the best man I could ever wish for and I'm glad we're finally out together...” you smile softly and squeeze Austin’s hand.

Callum chuckles again, still seeming a bit stunned at the fact you and Austin ‘are’ together. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, he’s a great guy, I can tell. You two together though… wow. You both make a really cute couple!” Callum points at your hands.

“Thanks, pal,” Austin speaks out, wrapping an arm around your waist. Call nods. He actually glances at Austin’s arm wrapping around you and swallows. “Yeah, umm, no problem! So uh… how long have the two of you been a thing exactly?” he asks, clearly trying to process this whole situation.

Your cheeks burn with excitement, kinda loving this. “A half a year now…” Austin lies, looking into your eyes and you smile at each other, playing along. Callum’s eyes widen once again, still looking completely shocked, now learning the fact you and Austin ,have been together, for that long without anyone knowing.

“Woah, that long? And none of us knew? I feel like an idiot, I had no idea you two had been together that long…” he smiles nervously.

“Well, we wanted to hide it from the public for as long as possible and so... And I see that we succeeded brilliantly.” Austin speaks out, his hand that lays on around waist rubs your hip. You feel like your temperature is rising with every other Austin’s touch. Words can’t describe how much you wish this all wasn’t a pretending.

Callum still seems so stunned, his brain obviously trying to figure out how he didn’t see the signs of the two of you being together. He doesn’t reply right away, only staring at the two of you in total disbelief for a moment.

“Yeah, you did… I just… I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that the two of you have been together for half a year and I had no idea…”

“Austin didn’t mention?”

“No… he never spoke a word about you two being together. This is new to me and I’m sure it’s the same for the rest of us here. We all had no idea you two are together.” Callum takes a sip of his drink, trying to hide his cluelessness.

Austin smirks, his lips twitching. He is enjoying every moment of tricking Callum into thinking that you and him are actually together. “Once we tell the others then the shock of it being a secret for so long will wear off, so I wouldn’t worry about that.”

You run your thumb over his knuckles. Austin glances down at your hand, butterflies exploding in his belly. “How did you guys managed to keep it a secret for half a year?" Callum interrupts the silence.

You think for a while, managing to get out some lie. “Well we tried not to appear in public too much. We didn't show any interaction in the medias and it just sort of went away.” you laugh softly, melting into Austin’s embrace.

Callum watches in surprise as you press your body up against Austin’s. It’s such a natural looking and believable sight. He smiles awkwardly once more before speaking. "Yeah, that makes sense. You two look good together, tho." Callum smirks, all believing this act.

Austin glances down at you, his eyes sparkling with such a mischief. He likes how this little game is progressing. The more you act ‘couple like’ the more the other actors believe. And as a plus, the fact you’re leaning against him, holding his hand… he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the feeling.

Suddenly an idea hits you. You look at Austin, and you lean closer, your face now close to yours. Austin leans forward a little as you pull him closer, a smirk still on his lips. He knows exactly what you are doing. He chuckles silently to himself as you tug him towards you, his heart racing a bit with excitement. When you are close enough you kiss him.

Austin’s heart skips a beat, the feeling of your lips pressing against his in a soft kiss making his head spin. The smirk falls from his lips, and he can’t stop the shiver going down his spine. He just stands there, a little stunned for a second after you pull away, his eyes widening and his lips tingling from the kiss. You notice he is taken away by the kiss so you decide it’s time to cut the conversation with Callum.

“It was nice meeting you, Call. I guess we will keep seeing each other around now.” you smile warmly and Callum nods and blinks, a moment of silence between you before he answers you.

"Yeah, it was great talking to you, too. Um, yeah, see ya around"

You guys walk away from Callum, and you lean in and whisper. “How did I went?” you ask, still holding onto his hand. He chuckles as you leaned to whisper in his ear, his heart still fluttering a bit from when you kissed him. "You did… absolutely great, love. You looked great, you acted great, the way you were clinging onto me…"

“And was that kiss okay? I don't want you to do something you might not be comfortable with..” you ask again, being concerned about if he doesn’t mind. Actually, Austin stops and turn you to face him. “It was more than okay,” he says, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“I was just stunned for a moment. It looked very convincing. I can’t wait to see all the medias and websites tomorrow. We’ll probably have our names written across every single one of them after tonight’s little show..” As he says this you realize that. You guys faked all of this, even tho for you it was not so fake…

“Um, yeah..” You bow your head down a little. Austin chuckles softly, taking your chin and lifting your head up to look at him. “Hey, don’t get shy on me now, darling. We’ve got to play the lovey-dovey couple to keep this plan believable all night."

You feel a knot in your throat as your feelings start showing. “I’m not shy, Austin, I just…” His smirk slowly fades away, replaced by a look of concern and confusion. He takes note of the hesitance in your words, raising an eyebrow. “Just what…? What’s wrong, sweetheart?"

You wonder how to gather the words that cross your mind right now. Every little feeling, every little attraction that Austin is making you feel. When you take a deep breath you start. “Aus, I don't know how to say this but... I liked you for a while now. Since the day one, actually. And the fact that you're my best friend only supports this. But this whole thing we are doing makes me realize how much I feel for you... How much I would wish if we couldn't pretend...”

Austin’s eyes widen and he is stunned for a moment. He blinks, taking in what you just confessed to him. He expected you to be just pretending this whole time, but from the way you confessed he knows now that you’re being serious. His heart skips a beat, butterflies fluttering inside his stomach again.

“Are you…. really…?”

“Yea... And I'm so sorry if this is going to ruin the things between us, I just... I wanted to tell you.” Suddenly you feel your heart drop as even more thoughts start to flow through your mind. Austin pauses for a long moment, searching your eyes, his mind racing. He expected this whole thing to just be a lie for the paparazzi, but now? It’s obvious you are being more than serious. What he also realizes is that the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering because he feels the same way.

“No, no… There is no need to apologize, sweetheart… And this doesn’t ruin anything between us… I actually…” You wait for his response, the world around you fading away slowly. He sighs and looks back into your eyes. “I actually feel the same… I like you too, Y/n. I’ve had a crush on you for quite a while, but I never knew if you felt the same and… I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if you didn’t feel the same.”

You smile at his words, realizing what he just said. Austin smiles back at you. It’s crazy to think the both of you feel the same yet neither of you knew how much until this moment. “I didn’t think you’d actually admit to it… I wasn’t sure if you’d be just faking to convince others…”

“Well I like you that much it wasn't even hard to pretend.” you smirk and Austin wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your closer to him. “I suppose that means we don’t have to fake it this whole night. You’re mine, and I’m yours… Now really.”

“We don’t?” You wrap your arms around him as a playful expression crosses your face. “No, we don’t. Now we can just spend the rest of the evening with no secrets or lies, pretending we’re both together. Just… actually being together.” he cups your face.

You lean closer, smelling his cologne and your cheeks burn with desire. Austin’s eyes glitters. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly, tightening his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so your chests are touching. Austin closes the gap between you, his lips finally meeting yours for a soft kiss. This time, it’s a real kiss, not just pretended affection.

The kiss is passionate, and you feel like this is what was meant to happen. He pulls away, his forehead resting on yours. “I wanted to do this for so long…” Austin’s hand rests on the back of your neck, breathing fast.

“I love you, Austin…” these words slip from your lips faster than you expect. Austin giggles deeply, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “I love you too, my darling.”

[imcherie]

Beetlejuice last night for the second time!! Gonna ramble about it below for my own sake. Tldr: I was puppet show kid, I was giggling like an idiot the whole time, and I loved every second.

Second time going yesterday! Oh my God, it was awesome. I got picked as the puppet show kid because there weren't any kids in my section (left orchestra). I jokingly half assed raised my hand. He proceeded to ask,

"Are you too old for a puppet show?"

I said, "Never!"

He replied, "Never? Okay!"

Then he did the puppet show bit. It was an amazing experience (again). He was so lively and hilarious tonight!! So many extra bits and adlibs from him that were so fun to catch. One of my favorite things I hadn't seen him do before is when Adam is going to console him, he says, "Get the fuck away-" all pouty and dumb.

Madison! Holy SHIT, she is amazing. Her voice is amazing, her facial expressions are so fun to watch if you’re close enough. She’s just fantastic to watch on stage. I got to see Ryan Breslin as Adam too! He was so funny, an amazing and silly Adam. I really loved seeing him perform on stage.

At the stage door, I met most of the cast. Justin was the last one out and almost everyone waiting at the stage door had left already. It was just me and another little girl. He was so sweet and awesome to talk to. This was my belated birthday present.. best financial decision ever. (I’m telling myself this so it will be true.)

Thanks for coming to Cherie’s crazy yapping session about this stupid musical I’ve been obsessing over for 7 months and counting.

[fruitbasketball]

wnba recap 7/7

moment of silence for how good paige madison looked at that storm game bc ever since i seen that tennis chain i’ve been acting stupid

okay now time to lock in

atlanta dream vs connecticut sun

um exactly the outcome that is expected. didn’t even let them SNIFF a lead damn 😭 smoking them the whole game 💀

that being said - haley jones girl. 21 mins for 5 points and 3 pfs. baby. what would tara say??

bench production was okay. HENNY MINUTES don’t y’all dare play with her please bro 🙏🏽

omg db was ridiculously efficient btw. 7-11 fgp and 7-9 3pfg DAMNNNNN GIRL

also shoutout at for a slight little triple flirt - 7 points, 9 assists, 7 rebounds. LIV minutes bro 2-9 from the field is crazy liv bro please 😭😭 you too nai bro what the fuck is going on in connecticut

anyway uhhh good win! could’ve been better!

dallas wings vs. las vegas aces

aight we got a repeat of last year’s playoffs and it ended very similarly to last year’s playoffs! which is to say dallas got blown the fuck out.

this team is frustrating to watch. their post work is sloppy, and it’s clear that rike is overcompensating and chucking shots up MORE to make up for the fact that sa is out and maddy siegrist is out too.

that being said, natasha howard had a great game, and rike shot 4-11. lord i can’t do this anymore 💀

every single one of the vegas starters with a ridiculous +/- btw. +21, +26, +27, +22, +19 like hate the game not the player bc that’s a fun ass team to watch icl to y’all.

i only watched part of this game, and it was the part where dallas actually had the lead?? tf?? but then a’ja dropped a 28 point double on their heads and shit was wraps obviously. she also hit 3 three’s btw. if anyone was wondering. and she was 3-4. light work i guess 💀

good game kate martin - if anyone knows what that tech was for pls lmk!

chicago sky vs. seattle storm

LOLLLL admins were being sooooo messy about this 😭 “emphasis on you THOUGHT” good fucking bye

is it really a sky game if angel reese doesn’t get her double double??

yesss dana evans and diamond deshields give us nothingggg yesss!!!!

a double double for nneka, double double for ezi, and no minutes for nika muhl! none for nika muhl!

i kick my feet at everything jewell loyd does i love her so bad i could just faint but JORDAN HORSTON. call urself a lady vol one more time. 33 minutes without a single field goal made is ridiculous. do better.

phoenix mercury vs. los angeles sparks

TASH. CLOUD. 30 PIEEEEEEEECEEEE ‼️

KAHLEAH. COPPER. 25 PT DOUBLEEEEE ‼️

yeah nuff said about this game they were supposed to win (good game dearica) and they won does anyone know where dee went tho

god bless the phoenix mercury and their fine ass starters 😮‍💨

[graciegoeskrazy]

If you’re living and you’re 17

Pairings: Matty Healy x Teen!Daughter!reader, George Daniel x Teen!Niece!reader

Warnings, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SELF HARM, lots of cursing lmao, yelling, so much fucking angst, mentions of losing friends, shitty fathers for a second, lil cliffhanger (?),

A/N: Requested by a super sweet anon! I ended up adding to the original idea so sorry if it’s not how u invisioned it but the creative juices kept flowing and my fingers just kept on typing. Seeing the 1975 in ONE WEEK! Thx for all the love!

You walked inside the tour bus and was greeted with an overwhelming fume of drugs and laughter. Adam was the first to acknowledge you. “Y/n, you want some food? I’m ordering Chinese.”

“No, Thank you. I’m good.” You said, on your way to your bunk.

“What’s up with y/n? She seems off.” Adam said.

“I don’t know. Teenage hormones I guess.” You heard your father say, laughing.

Just then, Ross came bursting through the doors with a huge grin on his face. “It’s official mates! A 3rd leg is completely booked. 40 cites, almost every continent, and we’re ending it in Madison Square Garden!” Everyone cheered and smiled. All except you.

“God!? For how long?” You asked. A look of panic on your face.

“About a year?” Your mouth dropped in shock. You just turned to your dad and whispered a simple, yet strong, “Fuck you.”

You stormed off into to bunk room. Your dad rolled his eyes and said, “I hate teenagers.” causing the others to laugh. He followed you into the other room.

“Hey! What is going on with you lately?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry I said anything. I’m happy for you.”

“Really? Because that didn’t look like fucking happiness over there!” He was fuming. “Stop fucking lying to me, ok? Now, tell me what the fuck has gotten into you.”

You dropped everything and put your hands over your eyes. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Your father's anger continued. “What? Doing what?”

You suddenly stood up facing your father and letting it all go. “THIS! This! Living this crazy life with you and putting on a smile like everything is fucking fine, but nothing feels fucking fine! However many times I try to talk to you, Tell you how I’m feeling, tell you that I’m having thoughts of ending my life every single God damn day, tell you how much I hate my life with you, it never works because you never listen!”

Matty’s face contorted into confusion, his anger mostly dropping. “What do you mean?”

“God, it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall all the time. Are you even listening? Have you ever thought about listening to what I have to say? Or how I’m feeling? No. Because you never care for anything other than yourself.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“I’m tired, Dad. I’m tired of spending every waking hour of my life in a tour bus, or hotel room, a plane, or any bed that isn’t my own. I’m tired of your bullshit and you getting drunk every night partying with 40,000 people. I’m tired of getting blamed for the stupid shit that you say or do. I used to think that this whole tour thing would be fine. I would enjoy online school and maintain my relationships - and I did. Until you came along and did something that scared them away! Now all my friends are weird 30-year-olds and I’m failing in every class I take but I don’t even get the chance to tell you that I’m struggling! I’m tired of seeing you all over social media skipping from woman to woman who eventually gets tired of your bull shit or then find out you have a daughter and run scared. I wish I could be like them and run from Matty Healy the first chance I get, but I can’t because I’m stuck here. In this fucking smelly tour bus, letting you live your dream while I watch my entire life fade away.”

To say the least, Matty felt awful. How could he have been this blind? Had he really not noticed at all how much his own daughter was suffering? He was at a loss for words, and yet still tried to find the right ones. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“Thanks, Dad.” You said, Walking away and into the main space.

Everybody that was in there before had left except for Jamie, Ross, and George. When you walked in you immediately went up to George.

“Can I spend the night at your place?”

He gave you a weak smile and put his hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, of course.” He said.

_ _ _

Nearing showtime, you avoided your dad. Instead of hanging is his dressing room or the green room, watching him do his prep or play music together like you used to, you were in George’s. You told him that you would be fine if he went into the green room to hang out, but he wanted to leave you alone for as little as possible. You were thankful for George and all he did throughout your life. Sure, he was technically your official unofficial godfather, (official because your father deemed him that the day you were born and unofficial because your father also doesn’t believe in God so you never went through with the baptism) but ever since you were young he has always been a second parent to you.

After the show, George drove you back to his hotel room as promised and told you to get ready for bed. At one point he heard a loud thump of some sort come from the bathroom. You knocked over the soap dispenser on accident and picked it up with no problem. When George came around to check in on you and see what had happened, he noticed your arm.

Red and littered with marks all over.

His first reaction was to run to you, grab you, tell you to never do that again, slightly scream at you, and then make sure you were okay, but he knew this needed to be handled differently. He went back to the bed and waited.

You came back just a few minutes later and to no surprise, your sweatshirt was back on. “Ready for bed?” He asked. You nodded in response. He pulled back the covers to let you get in and stood up. He planted a kiss on your forehead before continuing. “I’ll be back, I gotta make a call.”

“Uhhhh, You’re not gonna tuck me in?”

“I just did!”

“That was a bad tuck. Plus you're not gonna stay with me?”

“It’s a work call. It’ll be fast.”

“Dude, it’s midnight,. Nobody you talk to at work is gonna answer. Especially my dad if you’re trying to call him. He’s probably black out drunk already.”

He let out a slight laugh. “Okay fine.” He agreed.

He got in on the other side and pulled you close - your head leaning on his chest. After a few minutes of going back and forth, he finally gave in and played the movie you wanted to play instead of what he wanted. It backfired on you though because within 20 minutes, you passed out. He chuckled at your quite, delicate snores and pulled out his phone, dialing your dad.

He answered right away. “How is she?”

“Well, given the circumstances i’d say she’s good. Calmed down a lot. She sound asleep right next to me.”

“Ok. Ok, that’s good.”

After a brief pause, George continued. “Listen, Matty, I gotta tell you something…about y/n.”

“OK?”

He cleared his throat before speaking. “She was getting ready for bed, brushing her teeth and stuff and I came in to check on her.”

“OK?”

“She had her sweatshirt off. She was in a tanktop, and there were red marks all up and down her arms.”

Matty couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Do you mean that she-”

“She selfharmed, mate.”

Matty wanted to burst into instant tears. “Jesus Christ.” He said.

“I didn't bring it up. She didn't even notice I was standing there. I just figured that even though you shouldn’t be having that conversation alone with her, it wasn’t right for just her and I to have it.”

“Yeah. You’re right. What happened after?”

“Nothing, She came out with the sweatshirt back on, I tucked her into bed, sat next to her and she fell asleep watching a movie.”

“Ok,” he said hesitantly.

“Listen, I’ll keep my eye on her tomorrow before the flight we’ve got to have a conversation with her.

“Alright.” Your father said.

All the while, you were fast asleep.

PART 2

[elliehallers]

"Damn, that's crazy..." + Madison ♥️

"Well... when I was 14 — like, a couple months before my 15th birthday — my mutation came in... AT. SCHOOL. I was arguing with this girl in the hallway, and water just SHOT out of my hands, and I basically turned into a fucking raindrop! Everyone was freaked out by me now, even my own friends! So, after my birthday, my parents forced me to go to this stupid mutant boarding school to learn to control it and "be near relatable peers." I fucking HATED it there, but at least I met my friends pretty quick — Jas, and Chris, and Kara. Then I met John... He was perfect... and other than kissing, he was my first EVERYTHING! He was a jerk sometimes, but he has issues. With his family. Anyway, then my best friend Jasmine told me that John liked Rogue. ROGUE! SHE ISN'T EVEN PRETTY! She's just kind of cute and White, that's why people like her! Anyway, John said it's no big deal because he likes her, but he loves me. Whatever. Anyway, one night, our school got mafia-jobbed by this government army guy who had beef with our headmaster, and wanted to kill us all. So we ended up on this horrible trip in the middle of the night, and then we ended up at Bobby Drake's house, and his brother called the cops on us! Logan got shot, so John decided to start shit with the police, and I was SO fucking embarrassed! Whatever! So, Ms. Grey and Ms. Monroe picked us up, and then the fucking AIR FORCE came after us and blew a hole in the roof! Rogue flew out, but unfortunately, this blue guy our teachers picked up saved her. So then this old fucker Magneto started brainwashing John on the plane, and I told him NOT to talk to that man or his girlfriend! Anyway, so the adults were off doing stuff, and then John got bored, so he followed them. Wouldn't listen to ME! And then the military dude made the professor almost blow up all our brains! And after ALL of that was over... John left with those fucking terrorists! He just left! Then Ms. Grey, like, sacrificed herself to save us because the plane wouldn't move, and the place was about to flood. But no one even cared about John! Anyway, so we got home and I had to tell John's little sister, Ryland, that he left with fucking Magneto. She literally thought he'd died when we first came in! Okay, so, then... like, 3 weeks later?... I was, like, throwing up and nauseous a lot, and I thought I was just super upset. But then, my friend Christan... made me take a pregnancy test. And... it was positive. I feel like I blacked out for, like, 10 minutes. Anyway, I went to the doctor and stuff... I was going to keep it. I mean, it was the only thing I had left of John, other than Ryland! Anyway, a couple of months after that, I was in class, and I started cramping like I was on my period, and it felt like my period came, but obviously, it didn't. So, after class, I went to the bathroom... and I was bleeding. So, I'm freaking out, and then I found Kara, and she took me to the emergency room. Look, you can probably guess what happened. Whatever, it's... whatever! Anyway, after that, I just... I didn't really care anymore. It took me over a year to even start trying to get over John, and... everything. And then after he'd been gone for over 2 years, I finally sort of did. But then the mutant cure came out, and there was all this bullshit around it. People freaking out like other mutants shouldn't be allowed to make their own decisions. I mean, Rogue was such a freak that she couldn't even touch people! Anyway, I thought I was over John, but anytime I thought about getting the cure, I kept thinking "What if he comes back?" I knew he'd think I was a loser for it. So then, some people go to fight The Brotherhood and Ms. Grey, who is alive now and INSANE, and guess who comes back with them? John! Bobby Drake, like, saved him, I guess! So, I don't even know what to do with this, and Ry doesn't even wanna talk to him, and his older siblings were there, and they do wanna talk to him because they'd thought him and Ryland were dead for years, and like!" (cont. in reblog)

[bitchinbarzal]

I thiiiiiink we need an update on ivy saying that she'll never wear rangers colours or jersey. surely she has to show support for sasha somehow. or if it really goes against her belief system, maybe a custom islanders jersey with Sasha's name and number on the back? trying to find a loophole for our girl 🫶🏼🫶🏼

“I’m not wearing it! They’ll hang me from the rafters of UBS!”

“Babe I’m literally in the playoffs you can’t seriously not wear my jersey?” Sasha looked at her like she was crazy.

They ended up in a huge fight, how Ivy was making this an issue when it wasn’t one. That their dads didn’t even play anymore so it didn’t matter.

“You don’t get it! My dad was a freaking idol on the island, they retired thirteen and everything!”

“Well Ives don’t freaking come then! If you can’t put aside this stupid thought to support me I don’t want you there!” Sasha storms out of her apartment leaving Ivy wondering if he was right.

Ivy grew up around taking sides. Her mom worked for the devils while her dad was the golden boy of Long Island, they constantly fought over which jersey to put her in but they never let it get to this point — was she missing something?

She called her mom, explained the situation and her mom only chuckled

“Baby we didn’t care about which jersey you wore, although I’ll admit our retros were better but you hated the colour red. We were just excited you loved hockey! Maybe the rangers is a different obstacle to tackle but your dad isn’t going to be mad. This is your life now, not ours and who knows maybe when he hits the market your dad will give him a call to come to the island now he’s in management and all that and you’ll be back in orange before you know”

Ivy showed up at Madison Square Garden that Tuesday wearing a jersey — a red, white and blue jersey with Zegras and the number 11 on the back.

Youngest goalie to record a playoff shut-out. Ivy could feel the happiness radiating off of the ice and she was just happy for him.

Making her way down to the tunnel she waited for his never ending media availability to be done so she could talk to him. Watching on the TV in the room.

“So Sasha you broke Jake Ottinger’s record of youngest goalie to record a shut out in the playoffs! How are you feeling?”

He’s sweaty and smiling “It’s-it’s amazing I don’t have words I just, I love this team and I love the fans”

“We noticed you had a special guest in red, white and blue tonight” the interviewer says, the picture of you panning up on the screen “Your girlfriend, Ivy wearing a rangers jersey for the first time this season i think… reckon she had some good luck in that jersey for you?”

Ivy could see the tears collecting in Sasha’s eyes as he looked at the screen “I didn’t know… I didn’t know she’d be here tonight or wearing that so I’m kinda surprised but yeah she’s gotta wear it all the time now I guess”

“Well thanks for your time and congratulations!”

He changed quickly out of his kit and into clothes before seeking out Ivy, hoping she’d stayed.

He found her where she always waits for him. When she saw him she did a twirl “Like it?”

“I love you Ivy” he announced before walking up and lifting her off the ground into a kiss.

“This isn’t about my dad anymore Sash, this is our lives — our team”

[zerodimensionz]

⋆♱✮♱⋆THE ZERO DIMENSION ⋆♱✮♱⋆

now playing… persephone - cocteau twins

‼⋆˚࿔ 𝔃𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the head head-vampire of shiftblr. goth girlthing that never grew up. creature of the night.

i'm a twenty-two year old ('02) nonbinary lesbian, they/them, and poly with multiple s.os. i've been a reality shifter since 2020, and have been applying loass/states since 2024. i'm a writer with more than enough drs and obsessions than i can count, and somehow, i'll always find a way to have more.

 —lover of blueberry Arizona, being called ‘delusional’ and 'crazy' by people who i'm sexier and cooler than on the internet, and morally challenged women.

my realities…

HVNZ ;  the biggest and brightest stars of korean pop music. five-piece girl group HVNZ is a global phenomenon of a caliber you've never seen before. taking the world by storm with their 2022 debut from/HEAVEN and on a collision course with fame ever since, RUBY, AERI, YUMI, JIA, and KEI are known by their massive and dedicated fanbase as THE ANGELS.  they've graced the cover of every magazine, debuted five wildly successful solo careers, swept the grammys, and topped the billboard charts with their braggadocious, sexy, and sometimes hedonistic brand of girl power. witness the greatest story never told – the highs, lows, scandalous truths, and rumours of the most famous –or infamous– girl group of all time. 

ALPHAEA COLLEGE ;  under the sign of the winx ~ coming soon!

BAD OMENS ; oh, the misery!

        ☾ – introduction : STAR AND SIN

DULLSVILLE, CT ; i want a romance i can really sink my teeth into. the year is two-thousand-and-three. the year of the camera phone, kill bill, and future social giant myspace. but for MISERY HENDRIX and RAVEN MADISON; 2003 is the year of polaroids, the underworld franchise, and the final year of high school before they can pack up and ditch their podunk town, Haven, CT for good. misery and raven have been best friends since kindergarten, and are the only people who really ‘get’ each other in a town where goth rock,  black clothing, and an interest in the paranormal are considered tools of the devil. But when a rumour passes through town that the old abandoned mansion at the crossroads was sold to a set of standoffish twins who are so pale they're almost translucent and only come out at night–  what are two best friends to do than take a look for themselves?    

NIGHT CITY ;  REX and PANAM's lives are constantly spinning out of control. The one constant? One another, and mad, stupid love. coming soon!

before you follow…

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[storiesdo]

Chapter 2

Sara closed the room and sat down next to Madison. “How you doing?” she asked.

“Alright just got a bit nostalgic.”

“Yeah sorting through a lifetime of stuff will do that. I noticed you staring at the goodnites …” Sara stopped talking as she saw embarrassment in Madison’s face. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was always a bit jealous of you. You had all those dolls and got to wear diapers.”

“Got to?” Madison asked dumbfounded.

“I know it’s stupid and you hated it but I always thought you were so cute in them. I always wanted to try one on but was too embarrassed

to ask.”

“Oh.” Madison replied. “Well there are a few packs in the garbage if you really wanted to…”

Sara smiled and took the goodnites out of her pocket. “Will you put one on too?” Sara asked her voice trembling a bit as she held out a diaper to Madison.

Madison nodded and took the goodnite from her. She opened it and stretched the sides. I must be crazy she thought. After a moment of hesitation she took off her pants and put the goodnite on. Surprised that it still fit she examined herself in the mirror.

“You are just adorable” Sara said, “How do I look?” Sara did a 360 so Madison could see her in all her diapered glory.

“If anyone can make a diaper look sexy its you.” Madison answered.

Sara blushed and told her thanks. Since it had been a long day they decided to call it a night. Madison grabbed her pajamas and was about to take off the goodnite when Sara begged “please keep it on we can both wear them to bed.”

Madison reluctantly agreed. She lay in bed remembering all those nights as a child. She was always so embarrassed that she still wet the bed and was so happy when she finally stopped. So why did she let Sara talk her into wearing a goodnite?

Despite feeling exhausted Madison had a hard time falling to sleep. Images of her childhood kept creeping into her thoughts. After hours of drifting in and out of sleep Madison finally gave up and just let her mind wander. She remembered how her room used to look. She remembered her Cabbage Patch Dolls how she loved having them on her bed but she was afraid to sleep with them in case her goodnite leaked. She could feel her goodnite and instinctively looked over to the corner where her dolls were always piled up and smiled; however her smile was short lived, when she looked over the corner was empty and she remembered. Her dolls no longer lived on her bed. They were now sitting outside in the garbage waiting for the garbage man to collect them. She remembered the faces of her dolls as she put them in the trash bags and began to regret her decision. She was suddenly glad her mom had insisted that she save two of them; however, of the two she saved two of her favorites Ariel and Samantha were not among them. Madison remembered throwing Ariel away because of the mouse droppings in her hair. At the time the doll had seemed so dirty and it caused her to forget how much she loved her and she began to cry.

“What’s wrong?” Sara asked.

Madison told her about the dolls and how much she missed them.

“Well if they are important to you then let’s go get them.” Sara said beginning to get up.

“Aright but not now first thing in the morning I am warm and comfy right now.” Madison answered snuggling up to Sara as she drifted back to sleep.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Xo, Kitty.

OMG it felt so good to be back in the world of “To all the boys I've loved before”. Kitty was so cute in all the three instalment. 

Now, it’s different, she is all grown up. The series was great, but again it’s a very American way to think that you can go live in another country without speaking the native language of the say country. That’s just unrealistic. 

Also, there was too many love triangle. Kitty’s feelings for Yuri was unnecessary knowing that Yuri has already a beautiful and amazing girlfriend, and even worse knowing all the bad things Yuri did to Kitty, this is again just stupid. Even Min Ho agrees with that situation in episode 10. It seems that they wanted on purpose for Kitty to not be a straight character, because her two older sisters are already straight, which is kind of easy (better to apply to a wider audience). 

Speaking about the sisters, LG and Margot, where are they? They didn’t even show them once, even for one minute. Why? 

Finally, Kitty has the most chemistry with Min Ho. They are the perfect match for me. I hope they will become end game. Since the first encounter, there is something there, a tension. 

One last thing, what happened to the cute girl from the movies. The hair colour wasn’t on point and the actrice’s teeth are so bad, she really need to do something. She is too cute to have bad teeth. 

Watch it.

Some good quotes:

- “This girl treats Korean guys like Pokémon. She’s trying to catch them all.” (Min Ho - Episode 2)

- “Not interested. (Min Ho) - Get over yourself. I’m looking for Dae.” (Kitty - Episode 2)

- “Your promises are literally worthless.” (Kitty - Episode 2) 

- “You mean “Portland Stalker”? That’s the unfortunate thing about nicknames. They tend to stick.” (Min Ho - Episode 3)

- “What are you even doing in a grocery store? Shouldn’t you be on a yacht being rich and annoying? (Kitty to Min Ho - Episode 5)

- “I get all caught up in the chase, but then... meh.” (Madison - Episode 8)

- “Only you could come out of getting dumped somehow feeling better about yourself.” (Q to Min Ho - Episode 9)

- “Dea and Yuri lied to you and made you feel crazy for months and you forgave them.” (Min Ho - Episode 10) --> EXACTLY! That’s not realistic. 

- “Which doesn’t hurt anybody. (Q) - Honestly, it shows bad character. I don’t want you to get hurt.” (Kitty - Episode 10) 

- “So, you’re being hypocritical about morality for my sake?” (Episode 10)

- “Oh, wait. What about dad? What will he say? (Yuri) - I don’t know. And frankly, I’m tired of caring. (Jina - Episode 10)

Good night

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

The Whisperer: Part 11 (Wally Clark Fic)

A/N: I actually hard core ship Wally/Maddie I love Maddie. I do call Maddie a bitch in this but Mori’s emotions are running high. I don’t think that Maddie is actually a bitch.

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I honestly can’t believe they’re asking me to do what they just did. I stared around the circle at my ghosties and sure enough they were being completely serious. They really wanted me to scare the shit out of Maddie’s ex boyfriend, his side bitch, and her friends to figure out who had killed her. After I specifically said when I first met them this is why I ignore the spirits.

“So when I specifically said this is why I act like I can’t see you did that go over your heads? Maddie I’m sorry you don’t know how you died, and I hope you can figure it out. But I am not implying to anyone that I know you’re dead nor am I going around telling those 4 people I can see and talk to spirits and that your spirit has come to me asking for help.” I didn’t realize that I had gotten louder over the course of my speech and I was now nose to nose with the girl that was asking me to do the very thing I told everyone else I wasn’t going to do and she was acting like I was a villain for it.

“You’ve got this great gift where you could help people talk to their dead loved ones, you could help me solve a murder and you’re too fucking scared that someone’s gonna call you crazy to try to find out who killed me?” Bitch if you do not back the fuck up I swear to god I will punch you into next week. I don’t give a damn if you’re already dead or not I’m sure it will hurt. Wally got up and tried to step between the two of us but I just scoffed and stepped away.

“A gift? You think it’s a fucking gift? No a gift would have been I stayed dead and my parents lived, a gift would have been whatever power there is not sending me back because I was so fucking special, a gift would have been I could tell my siblings that my parents were at peace without them thinking I wasn’t crazy. It’s not a fucking gift Madison, and honestly I would trade it away just to be normal even if it meant I never saw any of you ever again.” I didn’t even leave anyone time to process what I said before I grabbed my bag and stormed off. When Wally had said he wanted to talk about something I thought maybe he wanted to talk about his death a little more, not try to sweet talk me into helping Maddie.

Wally wasn’t a flirt he was just a fucking playboy and he knew it. He came to check on me when I was sick yesterday so he could weasel his way in and he could ask me to talk to Maddie’s friends. I could see the way he was hanging onto her every word and how excited he was to try and help her. He wasn’t that fucking happy to try and help me.

“Morrigan, hey wait up!” And since when the fuck is my name Morrigan? I mean yes that’s always been my name but Wally has never called me that, none of the ghosts have ever called me that. Stupid fucking Maddie making everyone feel sorry for her because she doesn’t know how she died. Boo fucking hoo maybe it’s a good thing she doesn’t know.

“The fuck do you want Wally?” His steps faltered as he watched my angrily wipe my tears away. “What wanna come ask me to help precious Maddie some more now that I’m not screaming at everyone?” He didn’t say anything and just pulled me against him while rubbing his hands up and down my back.

“Mo. Hey Mo, no one meant to hurt you like that. Maddie feels like shit and so does everyone else. We wouldn’t have asked if we had known.” I rolled my eyes and pulled away from him.

“but you did know, I specifically said I wasn’t going to do that. And you didn’t even respect me enough to respect the fact that I didn’t want to do it.” His face looked heart broken and I wanted to make him feel better but I wasn’t the bad person here. Really none of us were but they deserved to feel like shit for awhile too.

“Why don’t you go home and just breathe? I’ll come visit you later.” I bit my lip and shook my head.

“I don’t know if I want you to come and visit tonight.” There was a moment of silence before he answered.

“I’ll be there tonight, and you can decide if we visit or not.”

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Have no fear...I'm still here! 😂

I apologize for not posting in a long time, but I've been super busy getting ready for the holidays (Only 2 more weeks til Christmas!), and the typical real life stuff.

I have a couple of things to share. First is that Kristen will be participating in a benefit concert for the victims of Hurricane Sandy on Wednesday, December 12th (12-12-12) at Madison Square Garden. Of course other celebrities and musicians will also be attending to show their support.

Beginning at 7:30PM at the start of the live concert, a phone bank will be set-up where musical artists and celebrity participants will take donations via phone over the course of the evening. Viewers from around the world will have the opportunity to call-in to help donate to the Robin Hood Relief Fund and assist those throughout the tri-state area who have been impacted by the storm.

“12-12-12”, which will be distributed worldwide to nearly two billion people through television feeds, radio and online streaming and will be distributed across networks and feeds in North and South America, Europe, Africa, Asia and Australia.

If you're interested in watching, the following link has all the information on the different websites and TV channels that will be streaming and airing this event:

In other news, word has it that Kristen has been confirmed in starring along side Ben Affleck in Focus.

The story revolves around a seasoned con man (Affleck) who takes on an up-and-comer (Stewart) to try and teach her the ways of a good grift. "I can confirm that rumor," she told the Huffington Post. "It's a comedy. I'm really excited about it."

Stewart was first attached to the part back in November. The duo behind "Crazy, Stupid, Love," Glenn Ficarra and John Requa, will write the script and direct the film. At one point, "Crazy, Stupid, Love" co-stars Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling had been attached the project. But, shortly after Stewart was rumored to be a part of the film, Affleck opened up about getting her on board, telling E! News, "She's terrific."

Filming begins this coming April.  But with April still a few months away, Kristen added she "would love to find some micro-project before then."

So, this just proves that...no matter what kind of drama happens in anyone's life...life does go on. And all you can do is live it to the fullest. Go Kristen! 🙂