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hey good morning/evening/night :)! was hoping i could request a fic with olivia rodrigo? maybe she’s a bit drained from touring and on a break she goes to her and readers apartment where reader had set up a bunch of relaxing things? first i love you maybe 🤭😭
hope youre doing well!! and that you have a great time at the guys tour <33, it’s phenomenal
STOPP, you're literally one of the sweetest anons to come onto my blog😖 i love you so much AH, and thank you so much !!
this is such a great idea! tysm for requesting it, i'll definitely get to it in a few mins!
i hope that you're doing well, too, thank u sm anon💕💕
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my anger is no longer gonna be shut out guys🙏
no cause why the fuck is this grown ass 23 YEAR OLD man still writing about drama that happened 4 YEARS AGO??
like, joshua, both liv and sab moved on, and you're just now writing songs about this shit?? tell me that's not one of the most childish things a man has ever done.
bud, you had about 1 year to post the song & you didn't ! the time has passed, and literally nobody cared about the drama again until just now.
not even gonna lie, the song is absolute ass as well and should've never been put on the internet.
what was the goal, seriously? was it just to create more drama and for people to dig deeper and possibly leak stuff you don't them to or?? like how are 23 and still doing stupid shit like this, grow up, please.
like leave the girls alone. i don't even care if he continues writing about them, just maybe don't write like lyrics that quite literally are targeted straight at them?? the post on tiktok, like are you serious?
#olivia rodrigo guts#guts olivia rodrigo#olivia rodrigo#sabrina carpenter#joshua bassett#amiyah's yap sessions💞
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this is the shit that makes me so mad because who in the right mind is making these??
like are you fucking sick in the head? you say they're your favorite youtubers, and then you CONTINUE to spread bullshit rumors like this.
how stupid are people to post these and just not care about the consequences that come behind them? both the consequences for nick and the publisher. like nick could get seriously impacted by this if people think it's real.
when are people gonna realize that stupid shit like this has huge impacts on people's lives. this could possibly lead to the triplets quitting or even leaving the internet officially.
you guys need to grow up and go out, distract yourself with actual jobs and productive things other than this bullshit. you're not funny, nobody's laughing, and you look stupid.
No cap I see why they don’t like y’all , why do y’all keep doing this one day y’all gone take it too far cause it’s not even funny @ this point
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i'm genuinely CRUSHED the manchester show got postponed for technical issues🙁
but the thing is, that's not even my show and i shouldn't even care
but it's like, i feel really bad because the people who had the tickets aren't gonna have the chance to see (possibly) their favorite artist and they're gonna be sad😖
#olivia rodrigo guts#guts olivia rodrigo#olivia rodrigo x reader#olivia rodrigo#guts album#guts tour#spill your guts#sour tour#sour album#amiyah's yap sessions💞
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this , EXACTLY
i’m a big fan of melanie martinez but i’m in no rush to listen to void
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TJE OLIVIA THEME AH
IT WAS TIME FOR A CHANGE🙏🙏
& PLUS SHE'S BACK ON TOUR HELLOOO
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“ Some sAy its BetteR to IgNore And plan ★ “
— ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ sabrina tormented you for years, and when you’re given the opportunity to have your way with her you take full advantage.
— ꒰🐁 ꒱ suggestive ! no real smut, wlw (fem reader), suggestive/nude photographs (consensual), revenge. 981 words.
— ꒰ 💭 ꒱ this is more like a really lesbian version of thank you aimee .. so warning this is not like the song at all 😭‼️
she was like honey. like bitter, awful tasting, and utterly disgusting but for some reason people still like enough to eat up, honey.
her long blonde hair that framed her face, the blue eyes that paired nicely with her pouted lips, it was no shocker exactly why people liked her. no matter what she did, nothing would overshadow how beautiful sabrina was.
she’d be even more perfect if her attitude matched her face though.
maybe it started when people would give up their fifth grade lunch pudding cups to her, or maybe when she started being picked first for every p.e activity, but somehow the popularity seeped its way into her brain. she soon went from a sweetheart to the snobby, uptight girl that tormented whoever with her ‘playful’ words.
many people fell victim to her torment since middle school, including you, but here she was, moaning under your touch; for once in her life being the 'tortured'.
"baby, don't tease!" sabrina whined. you kissed along her inner thigh, looking up at her with a determined look, ready to put your personal plan into motion. "hm?" you pulled away, crawlling up to silence her protest by pressing your lips together.
her tongue pushed against your bottom lip, muffled moans begging for you to let her slip it inside your mouth to deepen the kiss.
her hands trailed up your body, teasing your covered nipples before being tangled in your hair. you moaned back into the kiss, only enticing her more to continue. she smirked into the kiss, moving her hands back to your hips and flipped you over so she was on top.
you let out a pant of desperation, eyes fogged with lust as sabrina places wet kisses down your stomach, lifting your skirt up to continue the trail to the hem of your panties.
she giggled, "how cute." she murmured, pressing a long kiss to the little bow that was tied to the lace. you propped yourself up on your elbows, getting a better view of what was happening.
sabrina pulled away, resting on her knees as she looked down at your body. "you know, I never would've guessed you'd be into this." she back-handedly stated, running her hands up your legs.
your eyebrows furrowed, feelings hurt all over again. it hit you again why you were even here in the first place. not because you actually wanted her, or her awful attitude.. but to put her in her place.
pushing her away, you sat up more. sabrina opened and closed her mouth in confusion, watching as you took a film camera from the nightstand. it was weird, you two were hooking up in a random bedroom at someones party - how did you know there would be a camera?
she brushed off the thought, smiling as your eyes met hers. you held the camera up to your right eye, "smile?" you only half joked. she laughed at that whilst you snapped the picture.
it took a couple seconds for the picture to develop and when it finally did, nothing was helping the denied desire for her.
'goddamn why does she have to be so photogenic?' you thought, slipping the picture into your shirt.
it was too pretty to be used against her, this one would stay with you.
"go on, pose." you instructed. sabrina pursed her lips, leaning back on her hands and stuck her chest out. her head dropped slightly as she gave an innocent look to the camera.
a few more camera flashes shined throughout the room, and soon you had a little pile of pictures of the girl. putting the camera down for a second, you looked through the pictures, admiring each one.
"wanna take some better ones?" she asked. you looked at her, mouth watering as you watched the blonde remove her bra. sabrina cupped her tits, jiggling them with a giggle before sliding her panties off.
she laid in the full nude, doing different poses as you surrounded her. there was many newly printed pics, but neither of you wanted to stop - enjoying the little photoshoot you were doing.
sabrina blushed at your occasional praise, adding more life to the photos as they got more daring.
for the last couple ones, you were straddling her lap, manicured hand wrapped around her neck as her mouth hung open, blue eyes heavy with desperation.
sabrina took the camera out of your hands, facing it towards you and snapping one last final pic. it wasn't as dirty as the others, it could probably pass as any other one if it was for the cleavage hanging out and many hickeys that ran down your neck, courtesy of the bleach blonde under you.
"fuck- i want you so bad" she whimpered, thighs clenching. her hands grazed every inch of your body, including tracing the marks she left ten minutes ago. you nodded dumbly, "I know baby, I know." you murmured.
pressing your lips together for the last time, you stood, picking up the piles of photos in one swipe before making your way to the door. "w-where are you going?" sabrina sat up again, watching with a pout.
"i'll be back." you swore, even though it was a lie. this was the plan, seduce the girl, take lucid pics then 'accidently' leave them somewhere for whoever to see - but the almost thirty minutes detour spent fighting the urge to further explore each other bodies gotten in the way.
sabrina nodded, sitting patiently as you left the room.
"girl, where have you been?" one of your friends walked up asking. you shrugged, "needed a little breather" you lied. they nodded, "this is why you don’t get noticed, like ever" they joked, dragging you into the kitchen to get a drink.
you followed, throwing the pictures of sabrina on a random couch. they were in plain sight, ready to be found and ready to ruin the blondes ego.
— ꒰ ☀️ ꒱ @sturniolosarethebest (deserved), @freshloveee , @mattscoquette , @itzdarling , @freshloveforthefit , @junnniiieee07 .
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HELLOO i'm going insane rn😖😖
dating tate mcrae headcanons ★
— ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ headcanons of dating tate mcrae!
— ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ wlw, mentions of making out (barely), fluff. 1190 words.
— ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ omg first tate post ! lets get more reqs for my baby omg .. femme4femme is this right? y'all I'm not caught up on slang like can we just say “maddie write something gay for us since you have experience being gay” 😭
when you first met
— you guys met in the VIP section of an olivia rodrigo concert. you and liv go way back so when she was touring in the area you of course were the first on her invite list.
— tate didn't end up noticing you until the near ending of the concert. you stood and clapped, hollering with olivias other best friend, iris, and as soon as tate heard the unknown noise she immediately snapped in the direction, eyes landing on your sparkling figure.
— tate never really thought of liking girls that much, but after the concert when you all went out for something to eat, she ended up on the opposite side of you- stealing long looks your way and taking a mental note of what you laughed at, and how you'd occasionally look at the window.. like you were avoiding her gaze.
— that initially made her a little butthurt. she’d fully understand if you were just uninterested, but to not even bother a look that lasted long enough to memorize her face kinda hurt.
— after a week of you remaining in the back of her mind, she went to olivia and asked for help with you. so liv, being the great matchmaking friend she is, had you driven out to the next tour show and this time, tate was gonna make sure you saw her.
— she did almost everything to make you notice her .. besides walking up to you directly.
— you weren’t dumb .. and already knew what she was doing because olivia could NOT stop blabbing about how cute you would look together which was suspicious.
— the effort was more than cute, but it wasn’t enough for you. so when she was loudly laughing at an unfunny joke, you decided to make the first move, sitting yourself next to her and chuckling along.
— tates mind was set into panic mode. she wasnt ready for that like at all, but still played it off cool. you two even made small talk, which mainly included her giggling at the end of every sentence like a drunken school girl.
— once the concert had ended again, you had to go back home and tate was butthurt again. she was beating herself up for not stepping up and asking for your number or anything.
— but thank god your uber was gonna be late. whilst olivias team and other friends were helping to pack the tour bus, tate used the ‘i don’t want her to be alone’ excuse and waited with you.
— after twenty long, cold minutes the driver had pulled up, tate gave you a goodbye hug and began to walk off before you called her over again.
— tate was red for what seemed like weeks after that, forever in shock that you were the one to ask for her number, not the other way around.
the first date
— you both ended up going to the same store looking for a bouquet to give one another. you just laughed it off, checking out together before parting way to keep the dramatic effect of a first day.
— after pretending to be shocked over the bouquets once she finally showed up at your door, you made your way to her car and drove to the restaurant - giggling when her song came up on the radio, but you couldn’t be surprised.. she was a pop princess now.
— the night was better than you could’ve expected. there was not any awkward moments, tate made sure to keep you busy with laughing and talking whilst you waited for the food.
— once you both paid, splitting the bill of course because both you wanted to, tate asked if you wanted to just walk around a park for a little.
— not wanting the night to end, you of course said yes.
— you two swung on the swings for probably hours, and even played a little game of tag before she drove you back home.
— after that first date came another one, and then more, and then there you are with tate, who was nervously sitting next to you, thighs shaking anxiously while she watched you tryna and not spill the in-and-out fries.
— she kept stuttering the whole time, taking you back to the first time you talked. when she managed to get enough words out for you to guess what she was going to say, you decided to take over from there.
— "are you.. asking me to be your girlfriend." she just nodded her head, breathing harder as you gave no reaction. when you didn't say anything passed the accusation she got more tense, worried that you thought she was weird.
— but when you threw a fry at her, which stuck to her hair, with a huge smile on your face she was calm again.
— you left her car that day with a half-eaten burger, and a girlfriend.
dating her is like
— tate is a cautious person, but shes also over friendly like any good people pleaser. so when you're at some party together you make sure people know you came there together as girlfriends, not just girls that are friends.
— you know she means well with everything she does, tate is nothing but a sweetheart but if anybody even dared to think of doing something to you shes not afraid to rip out a girls extensions.
— and then staying up with her to help with late nights from jet lag. she obviously travels a lot, so whenever you're lucky enough to help coax her into a sleep at an appropriate time its like an award winning feelings.
— you know her job is easily stressful and overwhelming, so being a praise bot is part of taking care of her.
— tate also loves how you take care of her when she’s stressed too, like so much to where she’s wanted to fake being stressed just for you to baby her.
— brushing her hair, helping take her makeup off, sometimes running a bath, setting clothes out, cooking, you’re not even married yet and you’re the best wife.
— youre always at the studio with her. if you're not then shes speeding home to play you a demo of a song her and her producers cooked up.
— attending almost every performance is practically mandatory. tate has said multiple times its okay if you cant make it, but you know it means a lot to her to know someone she actually knows and loves is in the crowd cheering for her.
— and of course, she eats up every performance we aren’t surprised, once shes off stage you're rushing to be the first person to greet her.
— theres been multiple times where you've gone missing and found in the nearest empty room, lost on each others lips, trying to savor it before the moment is ruined.
— tate has never released a bad song, but her best ones are the unreleased ones about you, that she wrote for only your ears.
— she’s so giddy singing songs about you, to you. mouthing little things like, ‘i love you’, and ‘stop it!’, when she looks up from her keyboard to you staring at her like she’s holding the moon and the stars.
— ꒰ ☀️ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ꒱ @chrissv4mp , @freshloveee , @mattscoquette , @itzdarling , @freshloveforthefit , @junnniiieee07 .
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say you were tryna' make me laugh .❤️🩹
summary: matt lets it slip that he loves you and you try to tell him that he can't, that he needs to take it back.
pairing: fem!reader × bsf!matt sturniolo
warnings: angst, maybe some vulgar language, high-school au, etc.
a/n: PLEASEE i need billies new album now💔🙏 also this might be a potential series....👀👀
matt was your best friend, followed you every where you went and did everything you asked of him. you guys may have gotten into fights sometimes, but only small arguments.
he was perfect, and your other friends had always encouraged you to ask him out. but you never did, because you knew that he never really talked about that sort of stuff because of his social media presence.
and maybe it was also because you were a little scared to, because you saw yourself as unlovable and you couldn't bear to see the look of disgust on your bestfriends face if he rejected you.
you wouldn't be able to be around him anymore if he rejected you, it would be so awkward and wouldn't be at all how it used to be. your connection just wouldn't have that same spark.
"hey, dummy," matts voice erupted from behind you, and you turned to look over at him.
he took a seat next to yours at the small table in the corner of the cafeteria, smiling over at you as he set his tray down.
"hi, idiot," you laughed, cringing as you took a look at the cafeteria food, "seriously, you're gonna get food poisoning from that one day."
matt just shrugged, "well, i got to have a full stomach throughout the day or else i'll be tired during practice. and frankly, i do not want to get yelled at by coach williams."
he continued to grab the apple off his tray, biting into it.
"he's so scary, i don't know how you can even look him in the eyes." you said, and mayt chuckled.
"yeah, well, i've dealt with some scary people in the past."
you knew that was true, and you knew for a fact that he was talking about his ex-girlfriend, summer. she was such a bitch, always controlling matt and the things he did.
nodding, you went back to simple chatter like complaining about how your classes are way too long, and how the teachers don't care about their students.
both of you still remember when matt laughed at those jokes you made about the teachers back when he was dating summer. he still laughed even at his lowest times, even when he felt like dying.
his smile looked so sincere to others, yet only you could tell what was going on in his head, those bad thoughts. his anxiety had only gotten worse when him and summer became a thing.
whereas matt could never tell what was going on behind those eyes. you always kept your composure, making sure nobody got to you.
"catch!" that was the thing you had heard just before a football went flying in your direction.
it hit you straight in the face, and you stumbled to the ground, groaning as you held your cheek.
matt had watched as the boy who threw the ball begin to laugh, and his hands clenched into fists before rushing to your aid.
"y/n, are you okay?" he muttered, grabbing your hand and helping you back on your feet.
smiling at the boy, you nodded, "mhm, just my cheek hurts a little."
matt couldn't contain himself anymore, it was always that same dipshit who picked on you. this was his final straw.
leaving your side, matt went to grab the football before rushing over to the guy. before he could even comprehend what was happening, matt threw the ball at his face.
the tip of the football hit his nose, hard. with how close matt was and how much force he had put into the throw, it definitely broke the guy's nose.
"what the fuck?!" he whined, holding his bloodied nose as he shut his eyes tight.
you could only stand there, hands clasped over your mouth in shock at what matt had just done. he was never the type to have sudden outbursts like this, and he surely wasn't the type to confront someone.
"maybe fight someone of your gender next time, bud." matt smiled fakely, shoving the boys shoulder before returning to your side.
he hadn't said a word to you, he just interlaced your arms and began walking somewhere else in the courtyard.
when the two of you had settled in a more quiet area under a tree, matt finally spoke, "i'm sorry,"
"i guess i was just fed up with him always picking on you. and i mean, seriously, what fucking guy messes with a girl?" he scoffed, rubbing his knee as he looked down.
your lips curved into a small smile as you reached over to grab his hand. you slid your fingers between his, and they fit almost perfectly.
matt's face went pink, and he looked away with a smile.
"i know you just want to keep me safe matt, it's okay. don't be sorry." you said quietly, running your thumb over the top of his hand.
the sky was a soft orange, some pink blending in as the mountains covered the rest of it.
matt and yourself were sitting on a blanket at the park, waiting until it was dark to see the stars.
it was something the two of you did occasionally, and yet you never got bored of it. your conversations were always new and the stars had always seemed to be arranged differently.
matt couldn't help but get lost in the sight of the sun setting, his mind going completely blank.
"you never see a sunset in your life?" you joked quietly, and matt laughed as he looked over at you.
"be quiet," his hand ran over the soft fabric of the blanket, and suddenly all he could think about was you.
the sun set faster than you thought, and soon enough the stars were out. you and matt lay side by side as you stare up at the night sky, fixated on each and every little detail.
the silence was comforting and sweet, the feeling of matt being present beside you made you feel like there was some sense of security surrounding the two of you.
matt's lips parted, and he turned his head to state at you for a little. you seemed so lost in thought, so peaceful like this.
"what ya thinkin' about?" matt whispered, a smile creeping onto his face.
you shrugged before turning to look him in the eyes, "if i said it, it'd weird you out."
his smile became wider, and he turned his head to look back at the stars, "eh, i think if i told you what i was thinking about right now, you'd quite literally slap me."
chuckling, you continued to stare at matt, eyes flickering over all his features.
"really?" matt nodded in response, laughing.
"yep, now c'mon, your thought can't seriously be that bad. tell me, please?" he sounded like a little kid when he begged like this, and that was one of the reasons you loved being his friend.
you dragged your hands down your face, sighing exaggeratedly loud, "fine,"
"i was thinking about how different things would be if we hadn't met." you said, voice soft.
matt nodded, letting a few moments of silence pass by before speaking, "yeah? well, you'd probably be alone woth no joy in your life."
"shut up!" you laughed, punching his shoulder gently.
matt laughed, rolling onto his side to look at you closer.
"now it's your turn, kid." you muttered, smiling at him.
silence enveloped you two again, and this time you could feel a twinge of tension in the air between your two bodies.
he twiddled with his thumbs as his smile faded. he had been full of courage all day and now he couldn't even look at you.
was it really worth risking the friendship?
what if you hadn't felt the same way, what if you didn't love him.
he couldn't even believe the words that came out of his mouth next. they always say sooner is better than later, i guess.
"i love you, y/n." he said quickly, and you almost figured he was joking.
well, until you saw that look in his eyes. the look that he gave summer at the beginning of their relationship.
fuck.
your smile faded, and you just stared at the boy beside you.
matt tensed, his eyes going anywhere but to your own as he let you process what he said.
"you're lying," was all you could say at the moment.
matt's eyes snapped up to yours at the... accusation? he couldn't tell if it was a question or if you were accusing him.
he shook his head anyway, muttering a quiet disagreement, "i'm not."
"yes, you are, matthew. you can't actually love me," you raised your voice, sitting up as you stared down at him with wide eyes.
the brunette boy sat up next, tears welling in his eyes.
crying wasn't like him, he never cried.
you looked away before speaking up more, "take it back, please,"
he was just joking, he was surely gonna say he was trying to make you laugh. right?
no, he was never the type of guy to joke about stuff like this. he was in love with you, really.
matt shook his head again, sniffling as he wiped his eyes, "no, y/n. it's true."
"no, no. you didn't mean to say 'i love you'," your mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts.
why were you even making this such a big deal, it wasn't like you didn't love him as well. it's just that... you didn't want to.
you didn't want to love him because you knew how things like this went. the breakup would be 10x as hard as a normal one.
now you were both crying, and you hadn't even realized until a tear drop hit your bare knee.
"i'm sorry, fuck, i didn't mean to make you cry." matt apologized, his hands shaky as he reached out for you.
you couldn't help but fall into his arms, sobbing on his shoulder as you tightly wrapped your arms around his waist.
he muttered reassuring things as he rubbed your back, his voice sometimes cracking as he also cried.
this wasn't how the night was supposed to go, you weren't supposed to end up red-eyed in matt's arms.
you were supposed to be staring at the stars and talking nonsense.
now nothing was normal, you could never escape the fact that you loved him now.
"i have to go," you said, pulling away from his embrace to pack up your things.
matt stayed silent, deciding that was the best thing to do right now.
you left without another word, and it wasn't until you were halfway across the park that matt noticed you left your blanket.
his lips parted as he let out a quiet sob. lying back down on the blanket, he cried into it.
it was like you were hugging him, and just for a second he believed that you might be able to forgive him.
but then it faded as doubts came crashing into his mind again.
"i hate you," he muttered to himself, punching the grass once before wrapping himself back up in your blanket.
"i hate you, i hate you, i fucking hate you!" he yelled, sobbing.
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THIS IS WHERE I WAS GOING WITH IM ON THE BLEACHERS PLSSS U GET ME
matt better get his ass on the court sometime soon💔💔
please hear me out: basketball player boyfriend matt.
#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo imagine#sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#matt x reader
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Can you do a angsty Matt story? Maybe when hanging out with friends he made a rude comment and the reader got upset but he didn’t notice so when they go back to his house Chris/nick notice somethings wrong not Matt which makes the reader angry and they fight?
a/n: if you look at my doc where i wrote this at, this took up 15 pages of utter horror
warning/content ahead: ANGST LETS GO, matt x anxious!asthmatic!reader, fighting, crying, arguing, anxiety attacks, asthma attacks, bsf!chris yesss go girl, like one oc i made up, lmk if i missed anything
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TOUCHED
You trail closely behind your boyfriend, the mall large and filled with people, getting stopped every five minutes for a new fan to take a photo with him. You being the one forced to take them.
You hand a fan their phone back, watching as they skip somewhere off to the side. You sigh, and Matt goes in to reach for your hand, understanding your frustration, but you flinch away, making sure he doesn't grab a hold of it. "You okay?" He questioned.
You guys have barely made it past the entrance of the mall and this was the eighth fan to come up to him, it was a day made just for the two of you and now it's being slowly stripped away from you as you take pictures of him next to strangers. You didn't want to seem sensitive, but answered nonetheless, lying through your teeth. "Of course."
You dart your eyes around the place for a distraction, landing on a pretzel stand. "Oh! Wanna get a soft pretzel?" You get excited, gesturing to the stand. Matt follows your gaze and his face brightens. "Oh, god yes. I've been wanting one for weeks." He utters.
He grabs ahold of your hand and you take it back immediately, shoving it in your pockets and looking around to see if anyone saw that. No, thankfully, not. You hoped.
You watched his adam's apple bob as he dropped his gaze, you two walking over to the stand. "You looking to buy a pretzel?" A young woman in the stand asks, fixing her uniform hat. "Yes, please--" You start but quickly get interrupted.
"Wait, are you Matt Sturniolo?" She asks, her demeanor changing to reach for her phone. You swallow your throat dry as he answers. "Oh my god, can I get a picture?" She doesn't wait for an answer, getting around from the stand as she gets her phone ready. Matt shoots you an apologetic look as you ignore it, taking the phone that was handed to you and snapping a picture of them, your face expressionless.
"Thank you so much." You give her a small smile just to quickly realize she wasn't even looking at you, but at your boyfriend. "What did you guys want?"
You order, every sense of excitement completely flushed out of your body as you chew at your pretzel. You guys were now standing at some corner of the mall shadowed, somewhere Matt had insisted on standing to eat your pretzels in peace.
You chew on your soft pretzel, calculating the place around you before turning your attention to look up at him. He examines your face, one side of his cheek stuffed as he chews on it. He chuckles to himself, "You got a little somethin'' Matt's gaze was on your upper lip, lifting a thumb to brush off whatever was on there but you quickly moved your head back. You block his gesture with your own hand, removing any crumbs that were on you.
He finishes what was in his mouth. "Look," He starts but you dismiss it immediately, knowing what he's about to say. "Let's spend this day without any problems, okay?" You tell him softly before he could get a chance to explain himself. He sighs, looking like he's considering what you're saying.
"Okay." He agrees, "But, can I get a quick kiss?" He asks, a small frown on his face. You look around, seeing one too many people. "When we go home." You answer.
PDA in general isn't your cup of tea, but little stuff like holding hands and small physical touching you didn't mind. Matt was aware of that, you guys have been together for months. You'd think he'd got you all figured out. But as his career was skyrocketing, so was your problem with PDA.
It felt like everyone was watching, the anxiety of his fans probably seeing something and snapping a picture, posting it to the internet without either of your consent swelled your mind. His fans are what worried you, with how cruel they could be and the all seeing eyes of judgment. You loved Matt and wouldn't leave him for the world, he was your partner in crime. But making it public seemed like a death wish, millions of fans deranged enough to find a way to have you two broken up.
You weren't embarrassed of him, that was the farthest thing you felt. If anything, you felt like you were the one embarrassing him. You couldn't afford to paint such a picture for him and you didn't want any more fans to go any harsher on him. You were doing this because you cared for him, that's what he didn't seem to understand.
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You stood in front of your mirror, having your hand slide down your curves, the dress hugging you exceptionally tight in all the right places. Your hair was in a messy updo, revealing your delicate shoulders and collarbones, messy strands untied to the updo, flying filmy around in soft motion. You were thrilled to see the look on your boyfriend's face when he sees you, knowing this a dress he would drool over, especially on you.
Picking up your phone, you notice your girl friends texting you, saying they were outside ready to pick you up. You, your boyfriend Matt, his brothers, and a bunch of friends are all going to some fancy restaurant in LA. Excited, you spray yourself in your signature scent and head out.
You got multiple compliments, which meant a lot coming from your close friends, but whether you wanted to admit or not, nothing mattered until you saw Matt.
You spare your friend, Em, a lip liner from your bag as you watch the restaurant appear into view. Em had made it her mission to somehow get Chris to fall in love with her by the end of the night, and you were curious to see how that would go. Peering out the window, you see Matt, his brothers, and their male friends conversing in front of the place, waiting on you guys. Almost everyone you were hanging out with tonight were influencers, not you though.
You feel your heart skip a beat when you see him, urging your friend to hurry up and park. He looked perfect. "Okay! Okay, give me a minute." She laughs, doing as you please. In seconds, you're out of the vehicle and greeting everyone, greeting the ones closest to you first. Nate, Chris, a friend, Nick, who doesn't hide his impressed look on his face. "Are you heaven sent? Holy fuck, you look amazing." He says and you fail to hide the erupting flattered chuckle, "Says you, wouldn't be surprised if you left tonight with multiple new numbers in your phone." You say, before turning to your boyfriend with a dimpled-smile.
You engulf him into a hug, one that has his scent swirling around you and comforting you instantly, one that takes him by surprise and stiffly hugs you back. "You look so handsome, pretty boy." You look up at him, pulling away from the hug. His expression was confused, the smile he had when talking to his friends disappearing when you pulled him into a kiss in front of everyone. Pulling back down, you stare up at him, waiting for him to say something.
"Thanks." He says, looking away from you and going to greet the other girls that tagged along. You were still smiling, but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. That was it? He's usually more touchy than this. You watched him hug all the other girls, with hands around their waist a gleaming smile playing. You wondered if that's what he looked like hugging you too.
He pulls away and you stare at his hand, his finger ringed and the urge to hold it was strong. You reach a hand out to hold onto it, but he moves all too quickly in a motion of conversing with a friend before you can grasp onto it. Leaving you holding no ones hands but your own.
Turning your head away, you go and greet his other friends.
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You sat at the long white-clothed table, picking lightly at the petaled roses displayed in front of you. Your boyfriend sat somewhere far down the table, across from Em. While you sat across from Chris, with Nick right beside you. Nick seemed to be caught up in a conversation with the girl on the other side of him. As for Matt, he was talking to both Nate and Em.
You can't help but look at him every second, he was so interested in whatever they were talking about he didn't even bother to make sure he sat next to you. He wasn't that far down the table, but far enough where you couldn't reach him. You could see and hear him, yet not touch him. For the first time in a while, you were upset about it.
You were forced to break your gaze from on him, turning to examine the beyond-fancy restaurant. Gold plated things everywhere, marble, high ceilings and long draped curtains. Maybe you were underdressed. Looking back down, you look at the rose petal you had accidentally broken off.
Everyone around you was engulfed in their own conversation while you just sat there, feeling the softness of the petal before slowly ripping it to shreds. Everything around you began hitting you in the wrong places, everything was too loud, the lights felt too hot on your skin, the place needed air conditioning, the waiter was taking too long. Your hands began to shake as the ripped petals fell from your grasp.
"Hey." You feel a quick kick to your shin and you look up. "Hey, Chris." You couldn't help but smile. Chris was definitely one of your best friends, all of the triplets were. But Chris knew how to take your mind off anything. His eyes darted from your shaking hands to your expression. "Why aren't you next to your boyfriend?" He asked with a small smile, one that made you feel like he was about to crack a joke.
"You mean Matt?" You dart your gaze over to him, he was fully laughing now. "Yeah. Unless you have a separate boyfriend here." Chris practically rolls his eyes as you feel the quiver of your hands quicken. You try to stop them, putting your hands on top of each other and applying pressure, hoping to stop it. "I think he just got caught up with his friends on a topic or something." You say in regards to Matt.
"Mm." Chris hums, nodding to what you're saying. He slowly leans against the table, getting closer to you. His voice drops a few tones as he asks you something. "What's wrong?" He gestures to your hands, voice whispery. You look back down to see your hands still shaking, you quickly hide them under the table and rest on your lap.
"My anxiety, Chris." You answer, looking at the open lights behind him before quickly looking away, feeling a headache form. "Everything here is so overwhelming." You answer honestly.
In Chris's mind, he puts two and two together. He knew you were telling the truth, but he also knew you wouldn't be this anxious unless you were seated next to his brother. He was aware that his brother had an effect on you that would immediately help with your anxiety, giving you some sort of comfort in uncomfortable scenarios. Chris cared about you like you were his sister, and he wished he had that sort of effect on you too, wanting nothing but to keep you happy.
He sighs, leaning back. "It is pretty overwhelming here, huh." He mutters, taking a sip from a water that was definitely Nick's, but he was too distracted to notice. You smile at the gesture, and he sips down the water and holds it up to you. "Want some?" He lifts his eyebrows, and you shake your head with a smile. "You sure, 'cause the ethereal hint of Sir Nicolas's saliva really just melts on your tongue."
You scrunch up your nose with a laugh as Nick's head snaps to Chris's direction. "What the fuck are you doing, Chris?" Nick's tone was warning. Chris pops a shoulder. "Oh, you know, drinking some delish water."
"Delish?" Nick repeats, "Did my water turn you gay?" That's what makes both you and Chris erupt into laughter, and you can't help but to even rub your eyes, careful not to mess up any of your eye makeup. Chris does the same, laughing more because you were rather than Nick's joke. Nick even chuckles a little, snatching his water back and keeping it beside him. "Dummy fuck."
It takes you a second to compose yourself, noticing just how loud you and Chris are being. With the failed attempt to keep yourself from laughing, you lean to Chris. "Sh–" You interrupt yourself with a laugh. "Shh, we're going to get kicked out." Your cheeks were hurting, the joke wasn't even that funny. Now you guys were just laughing because of the other one.
Chris opens his eyes, squinting at you as he tries to lower his laugh a notch, holding a finger in front of his mouth as he attempts to shush you too, but only laughs more.
The two of you were unaware, but Matt had been staring at you since the moment Chris had kicked your shin. He watched as he leaned into and whispered something too inaudible, then kept his gaze on you guys until you were almost on the floor laughing. Jealousy burnt through his chest, and some form of hurt anger erupted, aiming directly at you.
Everybody at the table now was looking at you guys, laughing a little along with you guys from the scene in front of them, not really sure what you guys were laughing at. You watch as a waiter begins to approach from behind Chris, and you immediately kick his leg, maybe a little harsher than intended. "Ow!" He jumps, and you point to the region behind him, he turns his head and sees the approaching waiter. He turns his head back immediately, his eyes wide as he tries to swallow down his laughs. Which seemed even funnier to you.
It was a struggle for you two to order, and Nick had to be the one to order for you guys. You felt immature and childish, but it somehow made you feel better about yourself knowing that Chris did as well.
Em starts talking from your row, across from Matt, as she aims her topic at Chris. "We're gonna have to wait even longer for our food now, am I right?" She says, making her voice slightly louder so Chris would be able to hear her, but his attention wasn't even on her, he was completely fixated on you, accidentally ignoring her completely.
"Ugh." He mutters, clenching onto his stomach. "My stomach hurts so fucking bad now." He almost moaned, and you grin. This is the most you've smiled all night. Now that he's mentioned it, you feel a cramp begin to form in your stomach too. "Oh, shit. Me too." You lay your palm on the thin material of your dress. "Fuck you, making me laugh so hard." You say, feeling your stomach begin to worsen.
"Me?" He scoffs, "Nick is the one that made the joke, loser." He defends, both of you guys matching with a hand on your stomachs. "Yeah, but your laugh is stupid." You tell him, he has an offended look on his face. "Your laugh is also stupid."
You shrug. "Your laugh is stupider."
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In all honesty, Chris is what got you through the entire night. When the conversation would die down and you would shift your attention back to Matt, Chris managed a way to keep you from feeling gloomy again. Your boyfriend hadn't spoken a word to you since the moment you guys had stepped into that restaurant.
Now, everyone was getting up from their seats on the table and they left tips under their empty plates. Soon, everyone would need to leave.
You follow them out of the building, noticing how later it was at night and how you should've brought a jacket for the chilly night. You look for Matt, hoping he would provide you with some sort of warmth with his body heat. As everyone approaches their cars, they all linger there, deciding to hang out in the parking lot a little longer.
Chris was now talking to Nate and his other friend, not paying any mind to Em that was trailing behind him. You notice Matt telling Nick and his friends a few things, and you immediately get the idea to stand next to him. Hopefully the quiet game was over now, and he would finally talk to you now that you were closer. Standing next to Matt, who's in a conversation of his own, you gently lean yourself on him, letting your bare arm brush against his clothed body, providing you with the smallest bits of warmth. Usually, he'd cover your shoulders with an arm draped over it, but here, he doesn't do anything.
You lay your head on his shoulder as he continues talking, not even batting an eye toward you as you let out a small breath, watching as the air coming out of your mouth turns into cold fog. It was freezing out, and a gust of wind flew your way, giving you a series of shivers down your back. Subconsciously, you lean close to him.
"Can you stop?" He huffs, stepping away from you as you almost trip, just now noticing how dependent you were being on him. Nick furrows his eyebrows. The trip had sent your ankle to bend, small rocks digging their way into your skin. "Sorry." You swallow, fixing your shoe, your foot stinging.
The groups navigated to this one, and everyone was around each other, getting ready to head home but wanted to spare the time a little longer. You spoke to Em, who admitted she gave up on Chris. "He was hopeless." She sighed.
You spoke to the girls who drove you here. You loved them dearly, they were the kindest and the closest girls to you. Now, your attention shifted to Matt, who was listening to Nate speak to everyone. "Bro, I'm just glad the plans made it out of the group chat and everyone managed to come tonight. You know how long we've wanted to do this?" Nate mumbled the usual way he does.
"For real, plus, everyone looks fucking fantastic." Nick says, turning his head to you. "I'm looking at you, cutie." He points at you, winking. Everyone begins agreeing, and you start to believe it. Maybe you did look good tonight.
You turn your head to look at Matt, cranking your neck a little to look up at him. He looks past you, down at the pavement. "Whatever you say." He mutters under his breath, his face blank and you feel your heart begin to shatter like glass. No one seemed to have heard him, and you begin to wonder if it was just your imagination.
"What?" You question, looking at him. Your eyes start to get glassy, and the moonlight hits your face just right, making Chris notice what was going on. Matt ignores you, clasping his hand together. "All right, I guess it's time to go home."
"You're coming with us, right?" Nick asks you as everybody begins getting in their cars. "That was the plan." Chris says, looking at you for confirmation as you tried to bite down every part of your body that felt like it was being stung with needles. Swallowing your mouth dry, you answer. "I think I'll go home tonight."
Nick and Chris's faces visibly go confused. "Home with us, right?" You shake your head, your neck stuck in a stiff and still to keep yourself from accidentally looking at Matt. It felt like if you even tried to look at him, you would burst out crying. "Home to my apartment."
"Aw man, please?" Nick frowns, and you shake your head, hearing their car start. You hear Matt call your name out and you physically feel your heart clench. "Just fucking come." He groaned, entering the car and slamming the door harshly, enough to leave you flinch. Your eyes got subconsciously wide, trying to expand your sight as if it'll keep the tears from rushing out completely. Chris and Nick look at Matt then you, then at each other, utterly bewildered. "I'll come." Your voice barely came out, completely dumbfounded by his aggressiveness.
"Let's go." Chris puts a gentle hand on your arm, leading you to the back of the car as Nick rushed to the passenger seat. "Matt, what the fuck is your problem?" Nick was a tone away from considering yelling, no doubt angry with the way he was treating you. Matt just sighs.
Chris watches you with sorrow as you take your time entering the car, noticing just how bad you sprained your ankle, needing to hold onto his hand to enter the vehicle. The second you scoot to the middle of the back of the car, Chris immediately shoves himself inside, shutting the door as he glares at Matt through the rear mirror. "Took you two long enough." Matt growled, his voice was quiet but he spoke volumes.
"Matt, seriously, what stick is up your fucking ass?" Nick spoke with his hands, his palms spread open but his fingers clasped together as he was vigorously waiting for a response. God knew you were waiting for one too, desperate for one. It felt like piles of bricks were being laid on your chest, one by one.
"Nick, shut the fuck up." He had begun driving by now, all you could do was lay your head against the window and wait for this ride to end. "Watch your goddamn mouth, Matt." Chris didn't have his seatbelt on, sitting on the edge of the backseat as his voice was laced with impatient annoyance.
You closed your eyes, holding your own hands, lacing your fingers together as they began to shake just as they were in the restaurant when you first got there. "What are you going to fucking do, Chris? Kiss my girlfriend?" Matt argued, his voice getting louder. Your eyes fly open at the phrase.
"Matt, what?" Chris uttered, nothing but confusion written on his face.
"This is so fucking stupid." Nick declared. "Let's make it home and give her a peace of calm fucking mind. I just want her to have a good night's sleep, honestly." He sighed, referring to you. He cared about you deeply.
The ride home was uncomfortable to the brim. It felt like someone had poured thick fog into the car and made it difficult for you to breathe at a normal pace, your breaths either lasting too long or too short. The invisible fog picking at your nose and eyes, a push away from letting a tear slip. At least, for you.
Now, you are back home in your boyfriend's house. Nick leaves for his room to quickly change, as Chris lingered to do something on his phone. Usually, you'd head straight for Matt's room, given it was the one that had everything that belonged to you in, the one you'd sleep at every night.
You stood around, unsure of the next move you should make. Matt took a rootbeer out of the fridge and popped it open, looking at you as you glance at your splintered feet. "You just gonna stand there or what?" He says after a sip, another brick adding to your chest.
You approach the kitchen, passing Chris on the couch who had his gaze fixated on you, mentally begging for you to stand up for yourself. You bring up the courage to look him dead in the eye, the same ones that you had declared the most perfect eyes in the world just earlier today. "Matt, what did I do?" You finally ask, straightforwardly asking the question.
He furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion. "What did you do? 'Cause frankly, I'd love to know." Sarcasm laced his tongue and you felt your hurt turn into anger. "Stop talking out of your ass and answer me." You say, getting closer to him that the only thing separating you two was the wide table in the middle of the kitchen.
"There's always fucking something with you, isn't there?"
"Always something with me!? You're the one who won't tell me what's wrong." You make your voice louder to match his.
"You always have some sort of problem with something, don't you!?" He was determined to out-yell you, as if his words would hit harder if he made it's volume that way.
Your body was boiling, confusion, impatience, and pure irritation an ugly mix in your stomach. He won't give you an answer, and you are fed up. You cannot let him treat you like this any longer.
"What the fuck are you talking about!?" You begin to use your hands.
"You fucking know what I'm talking about!"
With that being said, you two were now yelling over each other. The argument quickly turns into a fight, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you move them around. His voice booms throughout the house and it's enough for Nick to quickly notice what was going on from upstairs. You shouted back, begging for a simple response as he accused you of acting dumb on purpose.
The shouting was layering on top of what you two were saying, screaming and yelling what immediately comes to mind, paying no attention to what the other person is saying for the interruption until a phrase slips out that triggers the other person into saying something else.
Chris screwed his eyes shut tightly, a depressing wave floating in his chest as he felt the hurt wafting from both of you. The two people he cared about the most, fighting as he heard it all. He shuts his phone as he raises both his hands to rub on his eyes until he sees static. The unbearing sound of the two of you only getting louder.
The second Nick was done changing he was flying down the stairs, determined to break up whatever was happening.
"Matt!" Nick tried yelling over you two, but quickly noticed he'll have to do more than that, you two louder together than Nick was on his own. He attempts to call your name as well, but neither of you are aware of his presence.
You couldn't help it, hot tears were streaming down your face now as you pleaded for him to compromise. Your emotions shift between hurt, anger, and everything that comes with it. Matt definitely noticed, his gaze lingering on your glistening cheek as he only argued back faster.
Nick shoots a quick and worried look at Chris, who just so happened to open his eyes right when he did, concerned this would become something physical. Chris gets up from his spot on the couch, approaching Nick with a look that says 'how-the-hell-do-we-stop-this'.
The sight in front of them begins to get messier and their heart skips a beat when Matt doesn't stop his yelling, leaning over the table to point a finger at your face.
"You know what you're fucking—"
"Get your finger out of my fucking face." You spit.
" 'because it always has to be your way—"
"Matt, I said get your finger, Out. Of. My. Face!"
"Oh but as long as I'm doing what you–"
You and Matt were now inches away from each other, leaning across the table but your faces uncomfortably close. A vein was practically popping out of his forehead and no doubt so was yours. Nick silently thanked God for the table that was between you two.
You begin choking up your words and losing your breath, every word attempting to form was now a struggle, a new and harsh cough interrupting it. Chris's eyes widen and Matt abruptly stops. A silent second passes as all three of them stare at you, hoping for a false alarm, but your coughs get worse as you attempt to get some air in your lungs, failing to do so.
"Her inhaler." Matt yells, panicking immediately. Chris begins shuffling under his feet as Nick has no idea what he's supposed to do. Matt slaps Chris's shoulder, "Get her fucking inhaler, now." Matt orders Chris, the two of them sprinting to Matt's room to get it.
They come back in actual seconds, Matt's room turned to junk after throwing everything out of his drawers to find it. You never thought you'd have to use your inhaler, only ever using it once a year, more or less. Your asthma was mild, but this argument definitely triggered it. It was brought to your mouth in seconds, and you needed a full moment to get your chest working properly again.
Matt's expression was now plastered with worry and fear, every sort of angry bone in his body disappearing. Now, all that mattered to him was that you were okay. And honestly, once you could see straight, you had begun crying again.
"I'm sorry." Matt brushes the hair out of your face, strands sticking to your forehead from sweat, watching you uncontrollably bawl. "I'm so sorry."
Your tears were the hottest you've ever felt on your skin, and your eyes were glowing red from how much this all hurts. "Matt, I just can't do this. Either– Either tell me or fucking don't."
Nick helps you sit up and Matt swallows, deciding that he should just come clean with his behavior. But first, he needed his brothers out of here. He gave Chris a simple look and he nodded. "Nick, let's go."
And they were gone.
You had your eyes closed, all the energy in your body gone completely in one go as you waited for him to speak, a tear following another as it began to calm down. A few seconds pass as Matt tries to recoil his thoughts before finally talking.
"You hate touching me when we're anywhere that isn't a private setting." He starts, sighing through the sentence. "You'd flinch when my hand would even touch yours in the slightest. After a while, I began understanding that maybe that's just who you were. You know, not the biggest fan of public display affection, or whatever."
He swallows. "So, I got used to it. You hated it and I began working around it. Until tonight. You hugged me and kissed me in front of everyone, trying to do the things I would pray to try and do to you on the daily. I got confused." He swallowed. "You were embarrassed of me, and that's the conclusion I came up with. Deciding to touch me when the setting involved my friends." You furrow your eyebrows.
"As if.." He sighs and looks down, his chest breathing heavily as he stays like that for a moment. You opened your eyes and noticed he was about to cry. "Matt." You try to say, but your voice is hoarse and chalky.
"As if you wanted to give them this image that everything was all good. You're embarrassed of me on every single occasion except for this one, and it just fucked with my head."
You sat up fully this time. "Matt, are you nuts? Seriously?" You scoff, finally understanding everything. "I do what I do because I'm embarrassed of myself." You laugh at the irony. "If you pay attention, everytime I act this way is when we are in reach of any potential fan of yours." You say slow enough for him to process. "This restaurant was too fancy to have a deranged fan there. I was comfortable to be myself with you there because I knew that no stranger could misread the situation."
You fix a strand of hair quickly behind your ear before continuing. "I kissed you because I knew those people, and I knew that they wouldn't take a photo of it and post it on the internet without my permission, letting the internet speak absolute crap about me and judge me solely because I'm your girlfriend."
The scene was quiet as Matt registered your words, and you made sure the second was longer, replaying what he said back in your mind, as well as the entire fight that had just occurred. It all felt so pathetic to think about now, and the reason for it all finally dawned upon you two.
"All I wanted was to finally hug–and touch–my boyfriend tonight. But all I got was an anxiety attack, an ankle sprain, and a fucking asthma attack." You finish off with a stupid laugh.
He's silent for a moment before laughing, "I should've known. Seriously. God." He rubs his eyes and you see snippets of tears slip past his fingers. You get up and hug him, and he engulfs you in the embrace before you could fully even reach him.
"I'm sorry for making you feel that way." The side of your head laid on his chest as you hugged him tightly, and he gradually took it tighter.
"No way you just apologized before me. I was supposed to do that." He sniffed, trying to lighten the mood.
"Sorry about that too."
He mutters your name and you look up, your chin on his chest. "I'm sorry for treating you that way. I feel like the worst human being on earth, and that's a fucking understatement." It was cute. Both of you guys are crying for the dumbest miscommunication ever. "I know." You say.
"Like, I somehow managed to fuck up so bad Chris had to be the one to comfort you tonight." He shook his head.
"Yeah. That was a crazy low you did for it to reach that point."
He shushes you. "I don't need reminders."
"You brought it up." You shrug. He nods, "Yeah. I guess so." He finally cracks a smile, and you follow the curves of his lips, unknowingly grinning with him.
"I really fucking missed you today." He admits, kissing your nose, your eyes fluttering shut before opening them back up immediately. "You have no idea, Matt. Promise to forget today?"
"Promise."
"Now let's go to your room, you need to get these splinters out of my feet."
"You got it, love."
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5 for the ask game 🫶
hmm, it's kinda hard to say but i have this matt one-shot in my drafts and its the only one that i've gotten far on so... probably that one!💞
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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)
I am also procrastinating actually writing. If you’ve multiple works in progress you can give a different answer every time!
🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)
🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”
🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?
🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?
⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?
💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)
🖍Post Any sentence from your wip
♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP
🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?
🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?
🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.
Enjoy!
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me when @cindylcuwho , @scarletlizzard , @freshloveee & @55sturn
The way I literally die inside when I realise I’m mutuals with some of my fav writers.
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300 FOLLOWERS?? HELLOO IM AWAKE NOW thank you guys smsmsm !! i love writing these little stories for you guys😖😖💞💞
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the bratzfornick 141 writing challenge
hi everyone! me and @nicksbestie been looking for new fics to read and so many of you are so talented, so what better way to have new reading material than hosting a little challenge to fuel our delusions 😋
here are the basics for the challenge: pick 1 character, pick 4 story elements, and create 1 fic! more details below!!
the following rules are things you must follow. otherwise, you will be eliminated from this challenge.
no being rude or hateful to other creators. this includes us, as well as others participating in the challenge.
no copying or plagiarizing ANY work. this includes challenge submissions as well as other stories that have been posted to tumblr/wattpad/etc. if you choose to use one of your works from another platform, please make sure that you have proof it is your own work
no submissions that revolve around anything weird or illegal (abuse, incest, illegal age gaps, highly graphic mental illness, hard drugs, age play, homo/transphobia/racism/abelism/etc, bathroom play, etc)
5k max word limit. in order for us to be able to thoroughly read all of your submissions, please keep your word count to 5k or less and use paragraph breaks!
when you post your fic, please tag @bratzforchris and @nicksbestie and use the tag #bratzfornick’s 141 writing challenge
characters (pick 1)
matt sturniolo
chris sturniolo
nick sturniolo
nathan doe
story elements (pick any 4): you may mix and match these to your liking. you are not required to do one from all four categories (for example: two locations, one trope, one genre OR two genres, two tropes, etc)
GENRES:
Fluff
Smut
Angst
Age regression (not age play. your work must be 100% SFW and innocent to fall into this category)
TROPES:
Friends to lovers
Enemies to lovers
Little x caregiver
Friends with benefits
Chronically ill x healthy
Mafia x goody two shoes
Academic rivals
Lovers to strangers
Nurse x doctor coworker
Fake dating
Grumpy x sunshine
Royalty x bodyguard
Major character death
Angel x demon
Singer/band member x fan
Arranged marriage
Locations/Settings:
Alternate universe (AU)
College/university
Concert
Outskirt small town
Big city
The forest/woods
Home
Library/bookstore
Vacation
Haunted/abandoned house
Office
Hospital
Plot Ideas:
Accidental confession (it slips out when drunk, caught in the heat of the moment, etc)
Revenge (fake dating, sleeping with an ex, etc)
Getting used to a new diagnosis/disability (a doctor who is so used to coaching patients through their new diagnosis that they struggle with theirs, getting used to new dynamics with a partner)
Forced proximity (one bed, locked in a room, etc)
Redemption arc
Taking care of each other (cleaning wounds, cooking, holding the trash can while they’re being sick)
Hiding a big secret
Fight that turns sexy
Language barrier (a Southern partner not understanding Boston slang, an actual language barrier, etc)
Chance encounter
Caught in the rain
Dare
create 1 fic: please follow the rules, characters, and story elements listed above! as stated before, you do not have to pick from all four story categories, just four total. write as many fics as you’d like for this challenge.
don’t forget to tag BOTH of us: @bratzforchris and @nicksbestie and use the #bratzfornick’s 141 writing challenge in your submission!
Submissions close May 15th, 2024! Most importantly, have fun! No actual monetary or material prizes will be given out for this challenge→it’s all meant to be fun and creative. Good luck and have fun! We can’t wait to see what you come up with ♡
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i forgot i can't only read on this app anymore😖
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