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Sunday nights - Chris x reader

no idea what to put for a summary besides just comfy and cozy nights with Chris 🫶🩷

warnings: none! just fluff

a/n: just sit back and enjoy<3 and for the Lovely @luverboychris enjoy<33

Sunday nights, it's a day everyone loves but dreads. it's the last day of the weekend, you already know it's gonna be busy the next day until Friday rolls around. school, work, babysitting, emails, everyone always has something to do.

Sunday is a day Chris cherishes so much though. it's the final day to relax and settle down, prepare a bit mentally for what's to come. the filming and possible conference, he'll have you to keep him grounded every time

and like clockwork, you're at his house, cuddled up on his bed watching a movie. "sixteen candles" was recently put on netflix but it's going to be taken off soon so you finally convinced him to watch it with you. "come onnn pleaseee! it's so good chris, it's the first of the trilogy. you'll FINALLY understand the breakfast club better after this I promise" you begged him.

"fine but ONLY if I can be the little spoon tonight, I wanna feel closer to you" he replied in a playful grumpy voice with a small smile on his face that he couldn't hide. you cheer at this throwing out 'thank yous' and 'youre the best' at him

you guys switch spots and get comfy again. his face pressed into your chest which he swears "it's the best pillow he's ever had" every time which makes you laugh. he'd always remind you that they're the perfect size and the comfiest thing he's ever laid on.

your arm around his waist, rubbing on his hip and down his v-line in a comforting manner. your other softly playing with his hair. he loves laying like this, it makes him feel so loved and warm. so close, the closest he could be to you. the smile on his face is the most adorable thing you've ever seen, it's so soft yet filled with so much that he didn't have to say

he may throw a small fit about watching rom-coms but it's honestly one of his favorite things to do with you. he loves watching how your face contorts to the scene on screen. the happy parts, the embarrassing part, the overly sappy ones. the way you yell at the screen when the characters or oblivious to something

he secretly loves these dumb romance movies. he only started watching them with you but he wonders why men don't watch them more often.

the style of sixteen candles makes him feel like he's living in the 80's when it came out. he almost feels like a teen girl watching this, he's so invested in it, so eager to see who Sam gets with at the end

he snugs closer to you, letting out a sigh in contentment and steals a kiss from you before returning his attention to the movie. you smile at him, Sunday nights are the nights you love almost as much as he does

a couple of hours pass and the movie's over by now, the ending leaving Chris in a trance. he knew it would end with Jake and Sam getting together but he didn't expect it to be like that

"why did they kiss over the cake like that?! and still lit! are they trying to catch themselves on fire??" he exclaimed, you stifle a laugh as you've seen this movie so many times and reacted like that the first time "it's movie logic Chris, they wouldn't catch on fire" you try to reason knowing there's no logic behind it

he looks at you all tired, his eyes low and about to close any second now. he tries to wipe the sleepiness away but it doesn't work

you turn on something else, something that won't keep you guys awake anymore and kiss his head, "you can sleep baby, it's getting late anyways" you say softly, getting comfy yourself but staying in the same position

"mm-kay my love, g'night" he mumbles out almost incoherently, closing his eyes and falling asleep almost instantly. you laugh to yourself quietly and do the same

Sunday nights are the nights you both cherish the most, the day to unwind and relax in each other's arms. the night to sleep as if nothing matters more than the presence of one another. the best day you could ever wish for.

cute edit to fit the fanfic<3

ANYWAYS HI HELLO IM EXHAUSTED BUT I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING. it's 4am, I'm going to bed. I love you, sleep well or I hope you slept well<3 eat well and drink plenty, I love y'all🩷🩷

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why do i like weird lonely nerdy guys?

#why am i like this

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ YOU BELONG TO ME

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↳ summary: in which chris is forced to see how deep his desire for y/n truly runs, and y/n is forced to see that she’ll never belong to another guy the way does chris.

↳ parings: chris sturniolo x fem!reader and named male!oc x fem!reader

↳ warnings: swearing, suggestive (touching + fingering), slight voyuerism + exhibitionism, alcohol + drug consumption, partying, making out, obsessive!chris, perverted!chris, toxic!chris(not toward reader), manipulative!chris(not toward reader), physical and verbal fighting, mentions of blood and injuries, anxiety attacks.

↳ important things to note: this was literally a spur of the moment fic idea, loosely based off hosue of balloons/glass table girls by the weeknd!

THIRD PERSON POV

y/n and chris have always matched each other’s energy, whether it was friendly and platonic or toeing the lines of being something more and flirting, the two matched everything the other person put down.

and soon, after a night spent sitting on the couch, high out of their minds watching cheesy horror movies from the eighties and nineties, the two best friends gradually getting closer physically, their relationship changed. after months of testing the waters, their attempts at gaining something more, proved fruitful. chris was the first one to fully cross and blur the line of their friendship.

y/n had her fingers twirling and threading through chris' air drying curls, mindlessly humming along to the soundtrack of the first scream movie when chris tugged her legs over his lap, causing her to flash him a look that was a bit hard to read. she paused her hand in his hair, to which he grunted out a sound of disapproval.

she laughed reaching for the tv remote when he looked at her, the whites of his eyes slightly red from the joint they shared making the blues of his eyes appear much bluer as he pouted, his eyes drooping and hooded as he silently pleaded for her to go back to playing with his hair.

rolling her eyes, she obliged nonetheless, as she leaned back to the couch, pulling her legs to her chest as she turned to face him, but chris had a different idea as he watched her. he grabbed the back of her left leg, tugging it over his lap, smirking to himself as she began straddling him.

"what are you doing?' she giggled, her hands falling against his shoulders to stabilize herself, feeling nervous as chris kept staring at her lips. with a callous shrug, and the ghost of a smirk toying at his lips, he pulled her closer to him, his lips immediately pressing against hers. their lips moved in sync, a light smacking sound forming as the kiss grew heated and passionate. as chris pulled, he tugged her bottom lip with his as his thumbs slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, rubbing gentle circles against the soft flesh of her hips.

y/n leaned back in, connecting her lips to his, this kiss much softer than the last one as chris gently pushed and pulled against her lips. her thumbs that rested against his jaw brushed back and forth against the stubble littered skin.

"god i love kissing you." he whispered, his voice hoarse and thick with need as they stopped kissing, not daring to part their lips as he spoke, a hum of agreement was heard from the girl as slowly panted against his lips.

after that night, their relationship was fully changed. their once playfully affectionate bond turned into something full of want and carnal desire. they were unable to keep their hands to themselves the moment they were in the same vicinity as one another.

nightly sleepovers turned into nightly hookups that turned into hours upon hours tangled in each other's embrace beneath the sheets. they never let one moment to touch each other pass, once they had fully crossed that line.

and it wasn't just physical, they were constantly flirting and whispering such filthy things to each other every moment they could. feelings that weren't just sexual began to come to fruition, both of them whispering dreams and promises of more once the time was right.

however the moment she brought up the idea of fully crossing that line and becoming something a bit more than just relentless flirting and desperate hookups, chris shut it down and asked

“why ruin a good thing by making it official?”

and instead of pressing it, she agreed and told him that everything was off, aside from their initial friendship.

“chris i’m done. i want more, you don’t. and that’s okay, but i am not going to devote myself to someone that cannot give me what i want. and i’m not going to stay with someone when i can’t be or give what they want.” she sighs, sitting at the foot of his bed as he sits at his desk, rolling a joint.

“whatever you want, ma. i like you and you know that but i’m not the relationship type, you know that too. i don’t want to get into something i’m not meant for and disappoint you when i don’t give you what you deserve. you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if i wrecked that because i hurt you. now let’s smoke this.” he laughs, handing her the joint as she grabbed the lighter from his bed, quickly and expertly lighting the joint, inhaling the smooth, thick smoke, letting it settle in her lungs before breathing out the lingering smoke, and passing it back to chris.

the two remained as close as ever, breaking the expected norm after two friends hooking up and growing distant, but y/n stuck to her word. she didn't feed into any habitual flirting that chris showed, and he didn't press when she didn't return his advances.

however chris noticed small changes in her behaviour a few months later, she wasn't physically affectionate with as much as she used to be, which shocked chris, because physical affection and touch was an imperative part of their friendship from the very start.

he slowly became obsessed with trying to figure out why she wouldn't return his hugs and why she wouldn't be in a room alone with him. he resorted to him cornering her one night, which led to the confession,

"chris i can't be alone with you. i like you too much and i want to give this new guy a chance but i can't if we're touching each other like we're still hooking up."

"what's his name?"

"ben."

"when can i meet him?"

"soon, i think."

chris just laughed as she timidly met his stare, she felt small under his intense gaze, he was looking at her like she was a trophy that he had won for being patient.

"alright ma, i hope it goes well."

and with that, chris backed off for the most part, but he kept making subtle digs, reminding her that no one knew her body the way he does. but he gave her the space she indirectly requested, but he kept watch, he justified keeping an eye on her at parties, his gaze following every move she made, by telling himself he didn't trust the guy that followed her, because he didn't know him yet, and he wanted her to be safe.

as she led the guy up the stairs, chris slowly trailed behind them, watching as they ducked behind a random door into an empty room, chris strayed behind for a bit, not wanting to disrupt the very obvious acts they were doing as he heard subtle moans falling from her lips.

stepping closer toward the door that the couple was behind, chris noticed it was open a crack. leaning against the wall across the hall, chris watched as ben's slowly trailed between y/n's legs underneath her skirt, her head falling back as ben's fingers pushed beneath her thin lace thong and into her entrance, his arm slowly flexing as he began thrusting the two digits in and out of her heat.

as ben pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm, she felt eyes on her, causing her to lift her head toward the door that she had left open, she met the eyes of the very reason she left the door open a crack. she held chris' intense gaze through the small opening as her boyfriend kept touching her, and a lewd moan was pulled from her throat as she reached her high, a small smirk playing on chris' face in the dim lighting as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

she watched with a smirk as chris heaved himself off the wall, disappearing back down the stairs as y/n led ben back to the actual party. she decided it was time for ben to meet her best friends.

"hey nick, matt! this is my boyfriend ben!" she happily hummed, watching as the boys nodded at each other, making slightly awkward small talk as she looked around for chris.

"chris is in the kitchen i think."

and with that, she was dragging ben toward the kitchen, hoping for the two to meet. unbeknownst to her, chris was in the crowd talking to a few friends, watching y/n look around for him. chris quickly bid his friends goodbye and followed y/n, smiling as she turned to face him. the silent conversation between the ex lovers held a mutual agreement to keep the staring contest upstairs a secret.

"hey chris, this is my boyfriend ben."

"hey man, nick just texted me to bring him a drink, but i don't know where he is, do you mind taking this to him?" chris hummed, smiling at the girl who nodded, grabbing a can of nick's favourite drink and making her way back out to the bustling crowd of people. chris turned to ben, a devious grin splitting his lips as he laughed to himself.

“so benny boy, you’re dating my girl?”

“excuse me?” ben replied, his brows furrowing at the weirdly paraphrased question, feeling uneasy as chris eyed him up and down.

“she’s my best friend after all, but there’s something you need to know.”

“what’s that?”

“i’ve got that girl wrapped around my finger. i had her once before you, and i’ll have her again, maybe while she’s with you, maybe after. but the entire time you’re together, which lets be honest won’t be long, she’ll be comparing you to me, and so will you. no one knows her better than i do, especially in bed. so just remember that the next time you go down on her or the next time you touch her, she’ll be thinking of me, not you.” chris spoke, his voice low and dark as he stepped closer to ben, enjoying the way the man slightly faltered in his presence.

and by the time y/n made her return, chris’ demeanor had flipped. he was cracking jokes, trying to ease the lingering tension, leaving ben to think that their previous conversation was just an intimidation tactic.

but the second she was pulled away again, chris turned to him, reminding ben that he’ll never live up to what chris has done and made her feel, and when she returns again, chris is playing her like a puppet.

“benny boy and i are gonna be great friends, you made a great choice y/n.” chris hums, wrapping his arm around ben's shoulder, smiling proudly at the way his shoulders tense.

the weeks following the party, ben refused to be around chris. he didn't like the way chris stared at him like he was his prey. chris wasn't threatened by ben in the slightest, the guy wasn't too built and he was a few inches shorter than chris. he knew ben was just a replacement for chris. and ben knew it too.

one night after y/n spent the night at ben's for the first time, the two finally slept together for the first time, and she was left completely unsatisfied. sighing, she quickly got dressed as ben laid there in post sex bliss, mumbling about how it was the best sex of his life.

"i didn't finish." she mumbled softly, watching as ben's face twisted in confusion.

"what?"

"it seemed like you were too focused on your own pleasure and you got yourself to cum and not me."

"i thought i did good."

"well guys i've been with in the past made sure to make me cum before even getting their dick out, i don't mean to compare you but if you're only going to chase your own orgasm, then i don't want to sleep with you."

"you mean chris?"

"what?"

"one of the guys from your past."

"what does he have to do with this? why are you constantly bringing him up where he's not involved?" the girl spits, confused by ben's weird obsession with comparing himself to chris.

"i don't like him, and i don't like that you're close to him, he creeps me out. i don't really want you staying friends with him." ben groans, an exasperated sigh falling from his lips as she scoffs.

"excuse me? chris has been my best friend for years, i don't know where this insecurity is coming from but if you don't stop trying to tell me who to be friends with, i'm leaving."

"i'm just looking out for you, so you will not be leaving until you break off your friendship with him."

"you're insane." she spits, texting chris their help code followed by her location, to which he replied a thumbs up. after about five minutes, she received a text that chris was outside. and while ben was preoccupied in the bathroom, she quietly and quickly made her way out the door to the parking lot where chris was leaning against the hood of his black dodge challenger.

"what's wrong?"

"ben's a fucking psycho. we slept together and i told him i didn't finish and then started comparing himself to you and got all insecure and it led to a fight and he told me if i didn't end my friendship with you, i wouldn't be able to leave." she whimpers, her body trembling as the reality of the situation set in, causing the girl to panic as chris held her.

"what's his apartment number?"

"chris no."

"tell me the number and then get in the car and lock it, please." chris sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it with his boot.

"three oh six. second floor." she whispers, quickly climbing into the passenger seat of chris' car, locking the door before fully shutting it, and hiding behind the deep tinted windows.

chris made his way to the second floor, taking the stairs two at a time before roughly pounding on ben's door, threatening to kick it down if he didn't open it. ben ripped open the door, coming face to face with chris as he stood there, his nostrils flaring as he stared ben down.

"where the fuck do you get off on trying to scare a girl into staying with you, hm?" chris seethes, his fist wrapping in the collar of ben's t-shirt as he pushed the shorter man against the wall.

"you're batshit crazy, you should be locked up." ben spits, refusing to back down as chris let out a dry laugh. chris cocks his fist, quickly plowing it into ben's nose, before letting go of his shirt as he crumples to the floor.

"come near her again, and i'll beat your ass so hard that they won't be able to recognize your face." chris spits, delivering a swift kick to ben's stomach, leaving the door wide open as he heads back to his car, and his girl.

as y/n calmed her down, she came to a realization that chris had to have followed her there because there was no logical explanation for him to arrive five minutes after her texting him when he lives halfway across the city. as chris came back into view, she climbed out of the car, standing a good foot away from him as her chest heaved. she soon realized that everywhere she went with ben, chris always happened to be in the area or nearby, the idea of him following made her feel uneasy but it also stirred up feelings of desire in the pit of her stomach.

"have you been following me chris? you were always at the same places i was at with ben every time we went out." the girl exclaims, watching as chris' face morphed into one of slight fear.

"yes, and before you get mad, i did it because i got a weird feeling in my gut the moment i met him. not to mention you knew i was behind you when you took him upstairs that night because you left the door open and you don't do that unless you want to be seen."

"i'm not mad chris, i'm just confused. why did you follow me and pay so much attention if i was just somebody you were fucking?"

"c'mon ma, you're smart. you know i want you more than i let on, i mean i'm fucking obsessed with you. i don't want you seeing any other guy." chris whispers, stepping closer to her as her eyes never strayed from his face. she was weirdly turned on by his obsessive, borderline stalkerish behaviour.

"only if you promise not to see any other girl."

"y/n, i haven't seen any other girl since the night we first got together. too busy following you around to see anyone else."

"good."

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ BUSIER THAN EVER

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↳ summary: in which chris busies himself with training and practices, not realizing that it’s driving a wedge between him and y/n, leading her to believe that he’s hiding his true feelings about telling the world about their child.

↳ pairings: boston bruins player!chris sturniolo x fem!reader!

↳ warnings: swearing, angst, chris not being mentally present, verbal arguments, mentions of depression, anxiety, vomiting, chris is being a jackass, angst, this is another sad chapter sorry.

↳ important things to note: this is a heavy chapter so please keep that in mind if you choose to keep reading.

THIRD PERSON POV

waking up to an empty house and being left alone with her thoughts has become a common occurrence for y/n. chris used every window and opening in his schedule to be away from the house as y/n began collecting trinkets and furniture for the nursery.

she figured he just wanted to get as much ice time in right now as possible before the baby came. but there was a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach, telling her that chris didn't want to be home while she prepped for the baby and began nesting.

that raw, unwavering feeling told her that chris was sticking around for her sake, for the sake of not letting another kid come into this world without both parents. not because he wanted to raise and start a family. it led her to believe that he wasn't sticking around for the sake of loving the life growing inside her.

so as she unboxed a few of the baby items that she had ordered from small businesses online, she felt an overwhelming sadness claw at her heart. this was supposed to be a bonding moment for her and chris. preparing the nursery as expecting parents was supposed to be a shared core memory, and yet here was, putting together the baby's room alone.

she couldn't reach out to matt and nick because chris had led them to believe that he was all in. that he wanted this as much as y/n did, and if she expressed that she had been completely alone thus far, it would cause a rift between chris and his brothers, and that would be the straw that breaks the camel's back in their relationship.

she had already taken something from him by announcing the pregnancy to him instead of terminating it, so she couldn't bear to take anything else from him. she started to feel like a black hole in the universe of chris' life. she felt like she had sucked up everything that he once loved, only to spit them back out and turn them into something he despised.

the baby blue giraffe statue that she held fell from her grasp as sobs wracked her body. the crashing and shattering sound of the ceramic figurine only amplified her sobs. she felt so lost and alone.

after grabbing the broom and dustpan, she quickly swept up the broken shards, disposing of them, and returning to the room she was converting into a nursery, making quick work of folding the baby blankets and jumpers, placing them in the closet for the time being.

once she had finished unpacking her orders, she made her way into the kitchen, her body exhausted and drained with dried tear tracks on her cheeks. she made herself a quick meal, dishing out another helping for chris, again, out of pure habit. as she ate, she stared at the empty seat across from her.

she thought of all the dinners they shared, the loud laughs, the loving smiles they flashed as they ate in comfortable silence, and the domesticity of it all, and the memories tugged at her heartstrings. they felt like a distant blur in the back of her mind. she couldn't remember the last time they sat down together without it leading to a tense silence or an angry conversation. she looked down at the small bump forming beneath her shirt with tears in her eyes,

"looks like it's just going to be me and you, baby."

chris was stressed. he didn't know what to think. all he did was train, practice, go home, fight with y/n, sleep, and repeat. he tried so hard to believe he wanted the family life right now, but the selfish part of his mind told him that having a family would only drag him down.

that same selfish part told him that his career was all he needed right now. that his position on the bruins was the most important thing going for him currently. and he tried hard to sway that part of his mind but it was no use.

he did want a family of his own, more than anything, but he couldn't convince himself that now was the right time for it. and he couldn't bring himself to be in the house while y/n put together the nursery because it reminded him of what he was going to give up.

it reminded him that he had a choice, his family or his career. he knew he needed to be there for y/n but he was angry and frustrated and that led to him shutting her out. he knew he was fucking up but he just couldn't see that he needed to be there for her, not when she is the reason he felt like his life was in shambles.

and he hated himself for feeling like that towards her, he knew it wouldn't be a permanent feeling, he just needed to come around to the news but it'll take time.

as chris walked into the house, he was met with silence, and for the first time in a long time, he missed hearing y/n run up to him with her arms open wide. as he walked through the house, he stopped at the nursery, and found her curled up in a ball on the plush recliner placed in the corner of the room. as he approached her, he noticed the dried tear tracks staining her cheeks, and for the first time in a long while, he felt his heart constrict. had he really left her alone while she was battling such intense feelings? had he really left her alone in a fragile state? normally when he left for practice, he'd check in on her. and yet, he's acting like she doesn't exist.

he felt anger stew in his chest as he realized how selfishly he had been acting. he knew better than to abandon the girl he loves, and yet, he'd been doing just that without showing any remorse. sighing, he gently shakes her, stirring her awake.

"hey ma, why are you sleeping in here?"

"i figured you would want to sleep when you got home so i decided you could have the bed and i'll just sleep in here tonight." she whispers, her voice thick with sleep and distress as chris' brows furrow.

"why?"

"you've been so distant lately, i figured you'd want the bed to yourself so instead of causing another fight, i can just give it up."

"y/n don't."

"you're never here anymore chris and it is killing me to go through this alone but i can't make you want this, so the best i can do is let you be alone and come to terms with whatever is happening on your own."

"i do want this, what the fuck do you mean?" chris spits, his voice raising as she sits and stares at him, her face void of all emotion while chris' face grows taut with frustation.

"no you don't chris. if you did, you'd be here, you'd help put this room together, you wouldn't leave me alone to deal with it all by myself if you wanted this. you're making yourself and your family think you want this because you can't stand letting people down but you're already doing that. you're not present and you're starting to despise me. i can't remember the last time you hugged or kissed me since i told you i was pregnant chris."

"i do want this, it's just so new to me and i need to process."

"you don't think i need to process? you don't think it's new to me?"

"i never said that!"

"well the way you act chris, shows that you have no regard for what i am dealing with during all this. i need you and instead of being here, i'm losing you. you're pushing me away and shutting me out and you're blaming me still. it's not fair."

"well i need to focus on my career too." chris seethes, his chest falling and rising rapidly, quickly growing stressed as they start to have the same fight they've had almost every day.

"your career isn't everything chris, and you promised me that when you got drafted that i wouldn't come second place to it but i guess breaking promises has become your thing."

"can we get this over with? i'm tired and i just wanted to see my girl."

"am i really your girl chris? or am i just someone that you live with?"

"y/n, come on, you know i love you." chris sighs, crouching in front of the girl as tears well along her waterline.

"i don't know that chris! you don't say it anymore."

chris sighs as his lips turn downward, without another word he pulls the girl to her feet and takes her place in the recliner, pulling her into his lap. as he tucks her head against his chest, right above his heart, he realizes that he really was letting the one person that he's ever loved slip away because he fed into his own selfishness, not seeing how badly it was killing her.

"i know it's hard to trust me right now baby, but i do want this, i'm just so overwhelmed and scared but i'm going to do better."

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i need friends who are unhealthily obsessed with evan peters or any of his characters

#evan peters #ahs #ahs cult #ahs kai anderson #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #kai anderson #tate langdon

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themattgirl · 2 months

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these days i be like:

#evan peters

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ FEEL IT ON THE WAY HOME

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↳ summary: in which matt finds himself growing jealous of y/n's friendship with nathan, despite matt not officially being with her, however she sees his deepest worries and assures there's no one else for her.

↳ pairings: matthew sturniolo x fem!reader

↳ warnings: swearing, jealous!matt, snide comments here and there from matt (basically passive aggressive!matt), relationship anxiety, angst if you squint.

↳ author's note: if you tilt your head, step back a couple feet, and squint your eyes you’ll see it’s based if you are in love by taylor swift.

THIRD PERSON POV

if anyone were to ask matt, when he fell in love with you, he'd tell you somewhere between junior and senior year. but deep down he knew that he was lying. he knows he fell in love with you the moment he met you.

the two of you met during the summer between eighth and ninth grade. it was the one and only summer he let his mom send him away to summer camp with his brothers. he decided that he'd go once, just for the memories.

and boy did he make some memories.

FLASHBACK

"matt c'mon! they're letting us have a free hour on the beach!" chris exclaimed loudly as he jumped on his brother's bed, disturbing the middle triplet who tried to peacefully nap during their free hour.

"chris go away!" matt grumbled, pulling the pillow over his head, keeping away from chris until nick came into the room, ordering matt to get up. matt obliged, but not without complaint.

the three boys made their way down to the beach. chris immediately took off toward the makeshift court where a few boys his age were playing basketball. nick took off toward alahna who attended the camp as well.

matt was about to follow nick when he spotted a girl, probably his age sitting alone at table drawing away in a sketchbook.

"hey, why are you by yourself?" matt greeted, sitting across from her, feeling the need to keep this girl company.

"i just moved to boston and my mom sent me to this stupid camp to make friends in time for school but i'm mad at her so i'm not gonna make any friends." the girl replied, not taking her eyes off her book as her pencil scribbled furiously. when she realized he wasn't leaving, she let out a dramatic sigh and looked out at the water.

"well, i'm matt!" he laughed, noticing how stubborn she was about not looking at him.

"i'm y/n." she replied, finally looking at him and felt her face grow warm, but she thought that was gross so she chalked it up to the summer air against her skin.

a week later, the girl left summer camp with four new friends, despite her penchant for being alone.

when the school year began, y/n quickly found that she was attending the same high school as the triplets. she was quick to fall into their routine, developing a close relationship with their closest friends as well. almost immediately fitting into their dynamic and group.

however, y/n got rather close with nathan almost immediately after meeting him. she opened her arms and let nate in without fighting, she felt a strong brotherly tie to him.

however matt didn't know that she only considered him a brother, his jealously stewing over time. he knew he was falling in love when he wanted to punch nate for stealing y/n from him. he knew he was falling in love when he was angry when he should've been happy when y/n found her first boyfriend.

he knew he was falling in love the moment he met her.

FLASHBACK OVER

in the two years since y/n, the triplets, alahna, and nate have graduated, matt hasn't been able to pinpoint the exact moment his relationship with y/n changed.

they went from awkward teenagers trying to navigate uncomfortable and unfamiliar feelings that brew in the pits of their stomachs every time they met their best friend's eyes, to people testing the waters of what is considered a normal friendship while cuddling, spending the night with her chest to his back and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

they went from best friends teasing each other relentlessly over not having their first kisses only to become each other's first kisses. they kept the terribly awkward, clashing of teeth, tongue in the wrong spots type of kiss, to themselves.

however, despite their first kiss being terrible, once they graduated and the triplets moved to los angeles, y/n and matt had a tendency to share more kisses every time they convinced her to come out to los angeles or whenever the triplets flew back home to boston.

matt depended on those close, personal moments of intimacy with y/n. they made him feel like he had her in his life in a way that no one did. she was special to him, his first ever love. he didn't want to give that up. and so, he and his brothers were on their way to boston, partly because they missed home and mostly because matt needed to see her.

"so are you gonna tell her?" nick hummed, looking at matt who sat in the middle seat of their section on the plane, his eyes glued to his phone as he watched the minutes tick by, his right knee bouncing rapidly as he waited for the plane to land.

"huh? tell who? what?" matt replied, a delayed reaction to nick's question, the pounding in his chest travelled to his head, causing his reaction time to be slowed.

"he asked if you're gonna tell y/n that you've been in love with her for like ever, bozo." chris snickered, earning a swift smack to the stomach, causing chris to double over groaning slightly. okay so maybe, matt's reaction time wasn't delayed.

"shut up chris. i'm not in love with her."

"that's bullshit, and you know it." nick mumbled, earning a glare from matt who just slumped back in his seat, plugging his airpods into his ears, trying to ignore his brothers and their ridiculous teasing for the rest of the flight. the flight couldn't go by fast enough for matt, who was subconsciously biting his nails as he listened to playlist that y/n had made for him. as the boys struggled to but kept busy, the flight was soon over, all three of them rushing to grab their carry/ons and get off the plane.

as the triplets headed toward their house, they grew nervous. all their friends and family knew they were coming home and were awaiting their arrival. matt felt his nerves calm slightly when he heard y/n's laugh from the open window in the kitchen.

as he pushed through the door, he felt his heart crumble to pieces deep in his chest. seeing y/n, thrown over nate's shoulder laughing loudly as he tickled her, bright matching smiles on their faces, made his words and feelings get stuck in his throat as it ran dry.

matt scoffed slightly and rolled his eyes as y/n looked up from her place over nate's, smiling brightly and squealing slightly as nate placed her on her feet. matt ignored the bitter jealously rising up his throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek briefly.

"i missed you." y/n whispered as she pulled back slightly, the look on her face sending a stubborn, unwavering warmth through matt's chest that he tried to fight hard to fight.

"yeah, you too." matt hummed, hardly looking at her as he stared nathan down, a half-assed grin on his face while he dapped his childhood friend up. as y/n hugged nick and chris, she felt eyes staring into the back of her head. turning around, she met matt's angry stare along with nathan's blissfully unaware, cheesy and lopsided grin.

"can we go to denny's? i could so fuck up some of their waffles right now." y/n laughed, looking to matt, her eyes softening as she silently pleaded for the boy in front of her to drive the group to denny's.

"yeah lemme put my shit away and we can go." matt sighed, the hardened front he masked himself with easily cracking and crumbling down completely around his feet under the soft stare that had him weak in the knees every time he looked her way.

as he quickly shuffled his suitcase and duffel bag up the stairs to his room, he felt his mind swarm with conflicting emotions and ideas, unsure if he wanted to punch his best friend for carelessly flirting with y/n as if his feelings weren't painfully obvious or if he just wanted to settle in security, knowing that he had y/n in a way no one else did.

sighing, he returned back to the group of people waiting for him, knowing if he stayed in his room, someone would come looking for him and he didn't have the nerve to talk about the feelings swirling beneath his ribcage.

the group piled into the van, chris, nick, and matt all in their respective spots, with nate and y/n squished beside each other, giggling amongst themselves as they talked about god knows what.

"so y/n, did you finally ask out that guy you said you were into?" nick prodded, tilting his head inquisitively as he eyed the way her and nate interacted.

"wait, did you think that guy was nate?" y/n laughed loudly, not missing the things nick said with a look.

"i mean, y'all act like a couple." nick chuckled as y/n rolled her eyes.

"yeah you do, it's fucking annoying." matt whispered to no one in particular as his eyes flicked to y/n in the backseat, however chris caught his comment and quietly giggled to himself. the rest of the drive to denny's consisted of the three in the back bickering over shit while chris watched matt stew in his jealousy from beside him, smirking to himself.

as the group piled into the restaurant, they all ordered their preferred forms of breakfast despite it being nearly two in the morning. the group giggled amongst themselves, save for matt who couldn't stop glaring at nate. y/n had picked up on and it made her feel unsettled, she couldn't pinpoint why he'd be upset.

as everyone finished paying for their food, y/n pulled matt aside, her hand on his arm as she looked up at him.

"what's goin' on up there?" she asked, her voice soft and calm, hoping it'd ease matt into talking, and help her get a sense of understanding what he was feeling.

"it's nothing, y/n." he muttered, his voice cold and slightly unsteady as he pushed her hand off his arm.

"matt, c'mon i know you better than you think i do, tell me what's bothering you. you've been acting weird since you first walked in the door. nate's noticed it and so have i."

"why don't you just go bother nate about it then? you seem to be much closer with him anyway." he snapped, rolling his eyes are the shock that fell on her face, before feeling his heart sink as her eyes held something that resembled hurt.

"that's what this is about?"

"y/n, drop it please."

"no matt, i thought it was clear that i don't see anyone else the way i see you."

"well with the way you've been acting with nate it makes me wonder what we actually are. i'm normally not the type to get jealous but jesus christ, i can't help it. you're an amazing girl, any guy would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend or whatever we are and i something wonder why you're into me." matt whispered, unable to keep his feelings at bay any longer with the way she was looking at him, her head tilted, nothing but love and concern in her eyes. she made him feel safe, like he could tell her his deepest emotions and she would listen intently, providing safety for him.

"matt,-" she whispered, stepping closer to him and cupping both sides of his face, her thumbs dragging along his cheekbones as he leaned into her touch, his eyes falling shut briefly.

"there is absolutely no need to worry at all, i'm yours, okay? i-" she paused, taking a deep breath before continuing,

"i love you, matt. i've never looked at another guy the way i've looked at you. not once, and frankly i don't want to. there's no one that can understand a simple look from me the way you do. there's no one who knows me better than you, no one else who's ever taken the time to understand me and be patient with me the way you have. i am yours, and i hope that you're mine. okay?"

"okay." he whispered back, nodding softly as she leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a gentle but passionate kiss that meant they had a mutual agreement, that they were each others, and that one kiss, that one simple kiss that meant they understood each other, was more than enough for matt.

the two broke apart at the sound of giggles, turning to find the rest of the group standing behind them.

"what the fuck was that?" chris exclaimed, genuinely shocked that his brother and his best friend were kissing, and seemingly together.

"a kiss, dumbass."

"yeah but is this the first time or?"

"chris you idiot, do you not ever read between the lines? it's obvious they've been together for a while now." nick replied, his tone incredibly dull, like matt and y/n being together was the most obvious thing.

"i love you too, y/n." matt whispered as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and pressing a kiss the side of her head as they walked toward the van.

falling in love with your best friend is never easy, it's complicated and messy and leaves behind a lot of doubt but y/n was worth every bit of complicated, every bit of mess left behind, y/n was worth it all to matt.

and that alone, was enough to put his worries and self doubt at ease. because as long as y/n was there to reassure him that she was his, he knew they'd be okay.

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themattgirl · 2 months

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whatever you do don’t imagine matt lying in his bed at night scrolling through your instagram posts and palming his clothed cock. do not imagine him having to put a pillow in his lap when you walk into the room dressed like a mf bombshell so nobody notices the bulge in his pants. and definitely don’t imagine him hearing you moan from outside your door and jerking off to the sound without even having to see you…

anyway have a nice day

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

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themattgirl · 2 months

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not the american average -

Chris x reader

"give me all you got, make this worth my time. make this worth my time"

"your thighs were meant for cheeks to graze, my lips your poison, they bring you to your knees"

definitely not smut but close enough, we'll see how close we can get🤭 no pun intended🤗

a/n: anyways, my first ever thing I posted on here was something suggestive of Chris which was made for shits and giggles but then I ACTUALLY posted it so might as well make it come to life<3

and to the most beautiful girl EVER @luverboychris , all for you with my favorite song🫶🩷

you and Chris were an interesting pair, you've known him for literally half of your life but there's something about him that you've never been able to pin point. you're close to each other yet so far. it's so different than nick and matt. all four of you are extremely close, that's a known fact to everyone around you guys

but the confusing part is that you and Chris will be cuddling, being really close to each other. his hand on your waist, resting right on your hip. and, what you think is, absentmindedly playing with your waistband. you never say anything as it doesn't make you feel creeped out. if anything it makes you crave more than whats being given

it makes you feel a mess, all shy and flustered but still trying to remain calm under his hold and eyes. he knows what he does to you, you don't exactly hide it all that well. it makes him feel almost powerful but not in a controlling way. just the fact such a pretty girl gets flustered under his touch

this is where the issue began. after those more intimate moments, he would put his guard up and not let you in around others or even just you and him for a few days. and it would come right back around to you two cuddling, hugging, and talking like nothing ever happened.

it confused you, hurt you. why wouldn't he just tell you? just let you in after those kinds of moments? granted you know he isn't the best with feelings especially when he's in love with someone, but you never thought it would happen with you.

little did you know that it pissed himself too that he did this, it hurt him more than he wished. he wanted you, fuck he needed you so badly. in any way, every way he could. he wanted you so close, his hands all over you. feeling every curve, the goosebumps he gives you, the warmth of your body, the way your thighs and stomach felt so soft under his finger tips. your skin felt like pure bliss under his hands, he couldn't get enough of you.

that's why he kept pushing you away, he didn't know how to keep his commitment, how to control his temper sometimes which scared him when it came to you. he didn't want to fuck up anything with you.

after some time, you two started to get more comfortable, way more than you already were. I mean, this time around he didn't push you away which is a good start right? he wouldn't move his hand away from your waist, your hand, your shoulder, nothing like he used to. he would just leave it there no matter who was around and shoot you a dorky grin.

god did it make your heart melt.

you loved how he didn't retract himself anymore in any part of your life. it made you more comfortable with your own actions. you would leave lingers hands on him, lingering stares towards him until he caught you making your body get all warm and fuzzy. causing him to laugh softly at your reaction before focusing at whatever was in front of him.

fuck the tension was so high between the two of you. everyone around you wondered how y'all weren't a thing yet, how y'all haven't fucked up. even though his brothers did NOT really want to hear about it, it was still shocking that they hadn't yet.

"give me all you got, make this worth my time."

you couldn't say that you haven't thought about it before though. about how good his fingers would feel around your neck, on your hips, in you. or about how good he would feel while fucking you, hearing every noise and breath he let out. how he would look at you when you're on your knees, would be praise you or degrade you? or, fuck, maybe even both at once. god you wondered if he was more of a guy who whimpered and moaned or groaned more. it killed you because you just want to know

"make this worth my time"

Chris could say the same for you, he wanted to know how you wrapped around him, how you would suck him in while he fucked you. or how good you would taste, how pretty you would be on your knees for him, the noises you would let out. he wouldn't be lying if he thought about how you would moan out his name. it already sounds so fucking good when you say it, he just wanted needed to hear you moan it out while tears were in your eyes and squirming away from him

it felt a little shameful, for you and Chris, to be thinking about each other like this. but at the same time, you both knew all two well what was going through your minds. maybe not everything, a good amount of it. you could see the way he would eye fuck you when you were in a pretty skirt, how it rode up your thighs when you would bend over slightly, when you would sit down, when you would jump a little too much when you got excited

or the pretty sundresses you wore during the summer, it made your curves so much more noticable that he couldn't help but stare for a little too long.

"I can hear you screaming for more"

he also saw the way you looked at him, as if you wanted to eat him whole from time to time. the way your eyes trailed up and down him, analyzing every thing on his body. how your eyes would stare at the print in his pants, biting your lips slightly after wetting them with your tongue. it made him smirk, he knew he could fuck you good. fuck you so well you could only chant his name as if it's a mantra, stuck in a trance. he could hear you screaming for more in the back of his head, god how he wish he really could hear that come from you all the time.

maybe he could hear it one day, maybe one day sooner than he thought. one day he would be able to have you, all wrapped up in his arms, in his sheets after a long night after years of wanting you and this.

IDK HOW TO END THIS SO THIS IS EHAT YALL GET HOPEFULKY IT WAS GOOD I HOPE SO. more suggestive that I usually write, except the first ever thing I posted on here. I love y'all, drink and eat well<3 you're amazing, and beautiful<33

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Hard - Chris x reader

just a lil silly idea with this song, prepare for angst🫡 @hysteria-things brought back my wdw phase so I thank her for this one🙏🙏

summary: you always go running to Chris every time you have a heart break, he's always there for you but it gets so hard with his feelings about you. he can't always do this for you but he'll always have his arms open for you every damn time.

warnings: angst, angst, probably no happy ending. I apologize for future tears🙏🙏

"it's hard to act like I don't think about you sometimes. I should win an Oscar."

here he is, sitting in his bed late at night waiting to see if you'll call or text him. he knows this shitty relationship is bringing you down bad. he hears all your rants about this so-called boyfriend of yours, how he treats you, how he acts towards you, how he flirts with other girls right in front of you with no shame, how he controls everything you do. hell, he's even tried to have you block Chris which causes a huge argument between you two.

right before this, you had texted him about your "date". how it went so horrible, so wrong all at once. first it was about your dress, he said it showed "too much", that you're just begging for other guys to hit on you and eye fuck you right in front of him. you showed Chris that said dress and he couldn't even believe how overdramatic he was.

it barely came above your knee, there were sleeves that fell off of your shoulders ever so slightly. it was beautiful, the color made your skin pop, your eyes pop, your hair pop. everything complimented everything on your body. that was an image he couldn't forget even if he tried.

every time he closed his eyes, he could see you in that dress. fuck, he could see you in anything but that dress just made him think and think. the way it hugged your body in all the right places. the way it sat right above your knees, the way your collarbone was showing, it looked so beautiful kissable. your nails were done and looked so pretty, it made your hands look elegant and delicate just like your hold on him.

he shouldn't be thinking about you like this but he simply can't help it. you're everything he's ever wanted. looks and personality, you were his person but he couldn't have you.

"it was my birthday, right at the end of the night. it was that first time, he hurt you bad and you cried."

it was his and his brothers birthday, they had thrown together a party to celebrate. it was a smaller party, just close friends like Nate and others that they liked to hang around. drinks and snacks thrown around. some alcoholic and others not, just the perfect mix of everything.

you had gotten there with your boyfriend much to Chris's disappointment. he was hoping you would come without him, he wanted you to get loose and not have to deal with him belittling you the whole night.

but of course as it got later into the night, around 11pm almost 12am, he noticed you weren't in the house. he was scouting everywhere for you, even his brothers were wondering what had his attention on a day like this.

he finally got to look outside after squeezing past everyone. they were dancing, talking, singing and gave him a small weird look at the way he breezed past them. he saw you and your boyfriend, more like a poor excuse of a boyfriend, arguing about something. probably him saying about how you looked or you were just trying to get someone else's attention. which obviously you weren't, you loved him and you wouldn't do that

he noticed how your arms were moving around in anger, he can see how much anger you're feeling. the way you were keeping your distance but he kept moving closer. he looked like he could be seething with rage at this point. Chris finally heard you yell out a few sentences

"this is my best friends birthday party and you're going around ruining it for what?! I'm not the slut you apparently so wholeheartedly think I am. my dress is barely to my mid thigh"

"I'm going back to this party whether you like it or not, I'm going to enjoy myself"

and finally

"you know what, we're done. I cannot deal with your shit anymore! leave before I get one of them for the love of fuck!"

god he didn't know you could even be like that, but good for you y/n/n he thinks to himself with a small sad smile. he noticed how your now ex boyfriend scoffs and walks away. he sees you turning back towards the house before you could spot him. but he goes somewhere where he knows you'll see him once you're inside

he doesn't fail to see your eyes tearing up, glossy and ready to spill any given moment. it makes his heart hurt so much. he doesn't know how much shit that asshole said to you but he knows it was enough for you to finally call it quits

you finally spot him, going right up to him and hugging the absolute life out of him. he doesn't hesitate not even a second to wrap his arms around you. you can feel yourself get choked up, not even able to keep yourself composed when he mutters out a quick "let's go to my room, more privacy and we can talk about it if you want or we can just sit there"

you smile at him and nod, mumbling a quick "please" as you can feel yourself breaking every second.

"right in my arms, feel into a million pieces. held you together, girl I know all your secrets"

you find yourself on his bed wrapped in his arms. he's laying down, your head is on his chest while you sob your eyes out. he doesn't do anything besides rub your back and sides, shushing you softly and whispering sweet nothings as you cry every emotion you've held in this whole relationship.

it felt never ending to you, tear after tear, barely being able to breathe but Chris would help ground you every time he felt your body shake more and your breathing becoming too quick

you knew your makeup was ruined, eyeliner and mascara running down your face. you knew you looked a mess and you didn't want to look at Chris while looking like this. but if he's gonna be honest, he still thought you looked beautiful. he hates why you were crying, why you felt this way but you looked gorgeous

"do you know what is to, to be the one to fix you?"

after a bit, you finally calmed down. you didn't move an inch and neither did Chris. he was still rubbing small patterns into your skin. you feel so bad that he's the one who always hears about your relationship problems. you know he doesn't mind but you can see the sadness in his eyes every time it happens. and maybe even a bit of anger? jealously? you can't tell what it is but you wish you knew

he hated the guys you dated, he always fixed you every time you got with a shitty guy. and it takes a toll on him, he knows he can treat you so much better but he also knows you don't see him like that at all. just simply a friend and it makes his heart throb, like he's going to throw up at the thought of never being with you, the sadness he feels is indescribable.

the rest of the night you two just sit in each other's arms. you listen to his heart beat which puts you right to sleep.

you look so comfortable, peaceful for once. the first he's seen it since you've been with him, it makes him smile as he places a small kiss on your head and follows you to going to bed.

"and all you do is run back to the one who breaks your heart. you're makin' this too hard"

"I know i said I'll be your friend but it's too hard."

a few weeks later, he hears the news you're back with him. you ran back to the one who always breaks your heart. this made him mad, no, he felt disappointed. he couldn't be mad at you, never could he be mad at you. but he couldn't believe you went back to that guy.

you looked happy but he could see that sadness, that guilt, the anger. he knew you better than he knew himself and that always made it hard to see you with guys like him.

he can't say anything about your relationship, he couldn't lose you over a petty argument like that. he'll just sit back and wait for you when you text him about things your boyfriends doing or how he's making you feel.

"so good at fakin', I should win an Emmy.."

he could never be with you and it's soul crushing. he knows he could treat you like the princess that you are, shower you in love and praise like you deserve. help you see the gorgeous, beautiful girl you are.

he wouldn't cause petty arguments like that poor excuse of a man youre with. he would communicate properly to you, help you understand him and for him to understand you.

but all he can do is sit back and keep his thoughts in his head. be the shoulder you need when every guy breaks your heart and listen to all the problems you guys have.

you make it so hard for him to stick around, but he'll always be there. always. no matter what those guys say about him.

ANNNNDDDD DONE I Apologize for the angst. @luverboychris heard and read part of this first🫡🫡🤭🤭

not my typical fanfics but this song made me think too much about him and it made me sad HONESTLY. but "not the american average" is in the works!! I'm getting through it but I thought y'all deserve something after not posting any stories for a bit

I LOVE YALL SLEEP WELL SOON🩷🩷🫶🫶 I hope you had a good day, drink plenty and ate well:]

me after writing this

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themattgirl · 3 months

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please please PLEAKSE do a fic where Chris or Matt bullied the reader in highschool and they see eachother in the highschool reunion and the reader is hot

Remember Me

christopher sturniolo x alice reyna (female!oc) summary: as requested above warnings: swearing, mentions of bullying word count: 2.1k a/n: i loveeee this request, perhaps a part 2 if y'all like this?? also pls read my pinned post regarding the whole reader & y/n situation !!

not proofread!!

It had been 5 years since Alice finished school and since she had graduated, she had decided to get her life together. She no longer had to deal with her immature peers harassing her every day and she had never felt more free. She perfected her style and how to dress for her body shape, learned how to cut her hair to suit her face as well as what colours suited her best. She decided at the last minute to go to her high school reunion, already regretting her decision when she arrived in her car in the parking lot.

With a sigh, she checked her makeup in the mirror and made sure her hair sat nicely on her shoulders before jumping out of the car, bag in hand as she slipped her keys and phone into the bag. She entered the doors of the gymnasium, a familiar feeling hitting her as she looked around at the groups of people littered around the place.

"Alice?" she heard a woman's voice chirp to her left and she turned her head to see one of her few close friends from school, someone she had long forgotten about since she moved away.

"Emily," she smiled, walking over to the small group of people the blonde-haired girl was standing with, "It's been so long. How are you? What are you doing these days?"

"Oh my god so much! Got my English degree, had a baby boy, got engaged," she twinkled her left hand out in front of Alice and the dark-haired girl gasped at the massive rock on her old friend's finger, grabbing her hand and admiring the way it shone in the light.

"Holy shit. I can't believe how much has happened within four years," Alice shook her head in disbelief, remembering the last time the pair had spoken was before they both went into their sophomore year of college.

"What about you? Did it work out with Flynn?" she asked and Alice shook her head, a small smile appearing on her lips.

"We decided to go different ways. I've been single for a little over a year now but I prefer it this way for now," Alice explained and Emily nodded understandingly.

"Oh, come talk to everyone," Emily linked her arm with Alice's, dragging her closer to the small group of people before Emily called, "Guys, it's Alice!"

Layla heard a chorus of greetings as she smiled at everyone, sending a wave to them all before one person in particular caught her eye.

He looks exactly the same, she thought to herself as his eyes met hers. His jaw seemed to drop as he scanned her up and down and she mimicked his actions. He wore a black and white Stussy crewneck, black baggy cargo pants and white airforces. Chris Sturniolo still looked like the same douchebag she knew when she left this place.

She looks completely different, he thought to himself as his eyes scanned her multiple times. She looked healthier and fitter with more light in her eyes as he looked around her face. She wore a tight-fitting long-sleeve floor-length dress with black heels, her sleek look making her look even more different to him. Alice Reyna looked completely different to the dorky girl he knew when he left this place.

"Chris," Alice shortly said, giving him a tight-lipped smile with a nod which he returned quickly, diverting his attention to someone else but his mind stayed on her.

She tried to ignore his presence as she engaged herself in small talk with the rest of the group but having him in the same room they were in 5 years ago brought back so many memories it was hard to disregard him.

She excused herself from the group, walking over to the table that was littered with snacks and drinks, grabbing herself a handful of pretzels.

"Hey," she heard a familiar voice say and she spun around, Chris staring through her soul but she didn't let it show that she didn't want him here. She had moved on and she was over it, she would be the bigger person like she always had been.

"Hi," she responded dryly, a small smile on her lips to hide her distaste. Chris saw right through her facade but he knew he couldn't blame her.

"You look different," he stated and she nodded, snacking on some of the pretzels.

"You don't," she responded quickly, eating the rest of the pretzels before getting herself a can of lemonade.

"Listen," he said moving closer to her as she frowned at him, "I'm sorry for everything I said to you. I know I'm five years late but I was such a fucking asshole to you and I didn't even know why."

"Yeah," she shrugged, taking a sip of her lemonade before speaking again, "You were a fucking asshole. I just hope you aren't now."

"I learned my lesson, trust me. I've been trying to make up for what I did since then. I was just immature and I liked getting a rise out of people," he shrugged as he looked down at his shoes briefly, thinking back to all the mistakes he made, "I think it was harder to get a rise out of you and that's why I didn't stop."

"You're lucky I'm a naturally patient person," she raised her eyebrows, still unimpressed with his apology, "And I'm also not a snitch. I might've been a nerd but I wasn't a tattle tail like you always claimed I was."

"Who was it that got me suspended then?" he asked out of curiosity, thinking back to when he got suspended for a week after writing all over Alice's locker.

Alice smirked, taking another sip of the lemonade before she answered, "Emily, actually. She promised me you would never find out who told and I guess she was right."

"I'm glad someone did," Chris smiled lightly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants as he swayed on his feet, "That's when I started getting my shit together."

"That's when you started only tormenting me," she pointed out and his expression turned apologetic.

"I figured out why I liked getting a rise out of you after that though," he shrugged and suddenly Alice was interested in what he had to say. She had always wondered what made her Chris Sturniolo's number-one enemy in school.

"Why?" she asked, leaning towards him as he peered at her, their eyes being on the same level since she had heels on.

"Because I thought that was the only way you would talk to me. You seemed so smart and put together and it made me mad that I wasn't like you," he explained, an annoyed look on his face as he continued reminiscing on his past self, "I envied you and I didn't know how to deal with it so I decided to be a dickhead instead. I don't know what I was thinking."

Alice's face was in a downturned smile, thinking back to all the times he had tortured her. He would always make comments about her school work or the fact she was a goody-two-shoes. He threw food at her after he heard she was top of their class and wrote on her locker the day she found out she was valedictorian.

"So instead of congratulating me like everybody else, you're first thought was to torture me instead and ruin every good memory I had with my academics?" she asked, a raised eyebrow with a slightly amused smile on her lips, "You are a fucking piece of work, Chris."

"I know, it was dumb. But I was a dumb kid, I still feel stupid now but I at least know how to handle that feeling," his smile turned apologetic again as he glanced down at her dress, "You look like you've done well for yourself regardless of my stupid decisions. What do you do now?"

"I got my bachelor's in child psychology. I'm hoping to be a student counsellor or something of that sort," she explained a proud smile on her lips, "Help kids who go through what I did."

"So you could say," he trailed off, a mischievous smirk on his lips as he did so, "You owe me your career."

"Alright, I can barely tolerate being here right now. Don't push your luck," she deadpanned, not daring to let the smile peek through her lips that she held back.

"You're right, my bad," he raised his hands in defence, a smirk still on his face, "That is really good though."

"What about you?" she asked, taking another sip of her drink as she adjusted the bag on her arm.

"Uh, I own a clothing brand. It's based in LA," he explained and she raised her eyebrows in shock, "What's that look for?"

"I just didn't expect a man who dressed like he was homeless in high school to have a clothing brand," she answered honestly making him chuckle before nodding in agreement.

"Yeah well, people change. Clearly," he gestured between them both and she now let the smile peek through her lips, noticing that it seemed like he genuinely had changed.

He may look the same and talk the same way but he carried himself differently. He seemed more confident and less arrogant, quieter and less attention-seeking. Maybe he had finally grown up, she thought to herself.

"Ali!" Emily called to Alice making her head turn before the blonde-haired girl waved Alice over toward the group again. Alice nodded towards her friend before looking back at Chris.

"You comin'?" she asked, a small smile still on her lips and he nodded, grabbing himself a can of lemonade before trailing behind her. He couldn't help but let his eyes scan her body once more, his thoughts travelling to things he wouldn't dare say out loud.

5 years ago, she was a small, frail girl who lacked the confidence Chris knew she had in her. Now she was a woman, her body filled perfectly and she radiated confidence as she walked across the gymnasium. Heads turned to look at her, shocked by the fact she was here looking the way she was and Chris felt eyes on him as well, probably wondering why he was following behind her when in high school, he made it clear he wanted to do nothing but torment her.

Chris never thought he would see her again but now that he had, it made him regret his choices even more. He always knew he was a douchebag in high school, he was deflecting a lot and he didn't understand his emotions at the time. But now as he stood beside Alice, hearing her laugh ring in his ears that still sounded the same as when he passed her in the halls, he decided he would spend the rest of his life making it up to her.

"Chris!" he heard the familiar voice of his childhood friend call. He spun around to see Nate walking into the gym and Chris smiled as he approached, "I didn't think you were coming."

"Nick and Matt thought it would be a good idea. Ya know, makeup with the people I was an asshole to," Chris shrugged, dapping up his friend who he hadn't talked to in a few days, "I thought you said you weren't coming either."

"Em convinced me," he rolled his eyes and Emily turned around, interrupting her conversation with Alice to focus her attention on her fiancee, "Speak of the devil."

"You said you would be here 15 minutes ago," Emily furrowed her eyebrows as she walked towards Nate, placing a kiss on his cheek and he gave her an apologetic smile.

"Got held back at work, my love. I'm sorry," he placed a quick peck on her lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"You failed to mention your fiancee was Nate," Alice spoke up, a surprised look on her face but still somewhat amused and Emily gave her a sheepish look.

"I forget how little we know about each other now. It feels like time hasn't passed," Emily gave her an apologetic smile and Alice returned one with a shake of her head.

Chris couldn't agree less, he felt like so much in his life had changed in the past 5 years and he knew Alice felt the same. She looked completely different, she felt completely different because she was completely different. He just hoped her could prove to her that he was a changed man.

"We're going to a diner after this. Do you guys wanna join?" Nate offered, looking between Chris and Alice and the pair looked at each other briefly.

"Sure," Chris shrugged, knowing he had nowhere to be and his gaze met Alice's shortly.

"Uh, I don't know," Alice trailed off and Emily pulled away from Nate to step towards Alice.

"Please, Ali. We have so much to talk about!" she pleaded with her old friend and Alice hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly.

"Okay," she agreed quietly and Emily squealed to herself quietly before clapping her hands, her infectious joy radiating off of her the same way it had always done.

Why am I doing this? Alice thought to herself as she turned her attention back to Chris.

I'm so glad I'm doing this. Chris thought to himself as his eyes caught hers.

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themattgirl · 3 months

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SUKI I MISS U

i knowww i’ve been so inactive lately and i’m sorry i’ve just been reallyyy busy but i‘ll try and get back on here soon

i swear i miss you too and i miss reading all your stuff i need to make a to-do list so i get shit done

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themattgirl · 3 months

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things that rhyme with orange. -

Chris x reader

"I participate in what you believe if you give me the attention

yeah, yeah, that's the only compensation

I wanna be included in your conversation, so am I in, or am I out?"

summary: Chris is the popular kid, everyone knows him and you're just the kid who isn't an outcast but isn't well known through the school like him. but little did you know that the most popular kid actually has an interest in you.

warnings: honestly nothing, just Chris pining for you. him being frustrated, fluff:) I'm in a very fluffy mood. maybe use of y/n, I got no name for the reader. my apologies 🙏😔

a/n: this one is the longest one I've made, slow burn in a sense. but I really hope it was worth the read, I love you<3

this one also goes out to @luverboychris , she got a little sneak peek into the story 🩷

highschool is a drag. it's all about popularity, the jocks and cheerleaders, if you aren't in some subcategory might as well count you as weird and not worth the time to befriend. snarky comments thrown your way even if you don't even know who it is. blonde cheerleaders thinking they're all that, getting with every guy who's on every sports team.

speaking of popular kids, Chris sturniolo. on the lacrosse team, #3 and his triplet brother being #4. matt has only given you nothing but respect and help when you needed it. whether it be school or anxiety that you need help with, he was always there for you

and nick too, although he isn't on the team anymore, you've bumped into him quite a lot considering you're in the same classes, enjoy the same things, and you hang around matt. you absolutely adore nick, he's so easy to talk to you, you both talk about boys and boys. and sometimes even girls if one catches your eyes. he always gushes about a pretty girl that he thinks you might find attractive. it's just what you guys do, you look for guys for you and he looks for boys and girls for you.

you couldn't say the same for Chris, you didn't talk to him nearly as much as you did his brother. he wasn't unbearable, it was the people who surrounded him. all the kids that picked on you, whether it was in front of you or from afar. you knew way too well how they thought about you. and when they all flock to Chris, something in him just switched. one moment he was saying hi with the sweetest smile on his face, slightly awkward but still cute, the next he was just a dick to you. playing into the role that comes with being popular and on a sports team

you always wished to see a small hint of regret in his eyes when he laughed with them, saying something about how your hair is or your clothes, your shoes, the lack of popularity. but you never did, he held himself too high for you to see anything. not a falter of his lips, or a slight dullness to his eyes. nothing ever.

but the one thing you did realize is that he only ever laughed with them, he never engaged with the bullying only laughed. and the one thing you know is that, that isn't his real. it's a fake laugh, completely fake versus what you hear in the house when you're with Nick.

"I only want you to think I'm fantastic"

god is he a dumbass. he never wants to laugh with them, he hates it. he doesn't understand why people think they have any right to bully other people simply because they aren't popular or have at least a good bit of money. it shouldn't matter, yeah sure he grew up good. he had everything he needed, handed to him, always had his parents and brothers by his side

but it wasn't always easy like the rest of the people he knew around school. he had some name brand stuff, yeah, but his parents actually had to work for it. it wasn't just handed to him. like around easter, smaller holidays, he usually liked to wait around to buy things, wait 'til they were on clearance to even think about buying it.

and he liked it that way. feeling accomplished for finally getting that stuffed animal or shirt or jacket, hell even some candies he was jumping up and down for when he could finally buy it without spending too much.

he also liked how easy going you were. you kept to yourself, not too much about you went around the school. he saw that you had a small group of friends. even though it was pretty small, he noticed how close you guys were. always with each other, in pairs or in trios or in the whole group. everyone was always with someone. he knew those kids from a distance, but it was you that he noticed first, noticing those were the kids you liked to be around

from what he's heard about those, he knows who you are as a person. not completely, but he can tell who you are briefly.

he never really thought anyone would catch his eye. I mean, look at the girls who throw themselves at him. none of them catch his eye. you always catch his eye, but he just lets you slip right through his fingers when they come around.

"I participate in what you believe"

you noticed Chris was around you more than usual. not in a creepy way at all, you'd never think that about him. but slowly you started noticing him doing things that you liked. in classes, going to the library, at his house when you're with his brothers or talking to his mom. he kept his distance of course, he didn't want to come off creepy or weird

he wanted to learn more about you. your music taste, what you like to read, where you stand on certain topics being thrown around, if you're in any clubs, what your hobbies were. even your makeup he was interested in, and he barely knows what being said. everything about you, he wanted to participate in what you believe in, what you liked, where you were going.

but he catches himself looking it up later, seeing which were and weren't your favorite products. the books you were ranting about to nick, the parts that were so good that you were almost screaming about it, the parts that you hated. he learned that you hate the build up in books and movies, the suspense kills you. the parts that could've been avoided makes you wanna curl up and die because "it didn't need to happen", he remembers you saying

"If you give me the attention"

after a few months of you being over more, completely engulfing him in your presence not even on purpose, he finds himself wanting to talk to you. he doesn't know how to start, he knows him laughing along with his "friends" hurts you. he's seen it on your face. the way your eyes scan all of him, looking for something, anything, that he doesn't mean it. he knows how it feels, so why does he kept doing it?

he wishes he could answer it, it makes his own head and heart hurt. he hides it too well, or so he thinks. you've only ever told matt about how you've heard his laugh, how you know it isn't a real one but fuck does it hurt you.

all he wants is for you to give him your attention.

he couldn't wish for anything more, it was tearing him up. should he? should he not? would you even let him talk to you? what would he say? hes so nervous around you, he doesn't understand why though.

"Yeah, yeah, that's the only compensation"

well.. you are really pretty, and your hair looks so soft and gorgeous every time he sees you no matter the style, your makeup always looks so flawless even if it's minimum makeup. it just looks so good on you. your clothes look so good but comfy, you can still see your curves ever so slightly. not like he means to see it, he just observes you so much. your nails are pretty too, always looking good, professionally or you and nick decided to paint them yourselves.

"what the fuck am I thinking" Chris groans out quietly to no one but himself, putting his hands on his face slightly dragging them down as if they was supposed to stop all his thoughts. he's locked away in his room while you're downstairs with Nick and matt.

their parents aren't home so you're able to play music louder than usual and dance around the kitchen. he can hear different varieties of genres playing. he knows it's your music, everyone here likes your taste.

from lil skies to Alex g to doja cat to Billie eillish to x to lil peep to random emo/screamo bands that he cant put his finger on just by hearing them. it's what they all like in one person

"I wanna be included in your conversation"

he ends up gathering himself, he's getting hungry and fed up with his thoughts so he heads to the kitchen. he sees you and nick singing to each other, some song by Doja cat that he knows he's heard but can't place the title of it.

he stares at you in awe, you look so good, so pretty. and so happy doing it with Nick. he finally kicks himself back into reality, the music isnt too loud where you can't hear if someone's talking to you, but loud enough where you can feel the bass

"hey guys" Chris calls out, hoping to grab your you and his brothers attention, "what's going on down here?" he says in a jokingly scolding manner as if he's a parent catching his kids doing something they shouldn't be

"So am I in, or am I out?"

you giggle at him after you're done singing your line, his brothers just play into it. he smiles at the giggles you let out, it made his heart go so much faster. they keep it going for a couple of minutes until you say something,

"hey Chris!! we're just singing and dancing around right now. you have to listen to dojas new song. she's featured in 21 savage's new album!" you beam, a big smile on your face while you look at him. you may not like how he plays into the bullying towards you, but you know he isn't a bad guy.

he felt his heart rate go even faster if that was even possible and his heart throb at how you were talking to him

"wait what? they made a song together? that's literally like both of music tastes combined. that's so fucking cool" he says back, a bigger smile appearing on his face. mentally making a note to listen to it. this is the first time you two have actually talked to one another.

its usually a quick hi or bye, awkward small talk. but no. this was an actual conversation you two were having.

by now it's been a year since you started hanging around the house, you're more like a daughter to their mom and dad, more of a sister to nick and matt. but Chris had finally realized, all the feelings, all the thoughts, everything was being he liked you.

no, scratch that, he was in love with you. you just kept drawing him in like a siren with her song, calling a sailor to her with her beautiful voice. only this time, it was only for the better

he watched how long your hair got from the first time you came over. he noticed how your makeup style subtly changed, sometimes more girly looking, more pinks and soft looking but more grungey than it used to be. he noticed how your style changed day by day, from more skater girl-ish, to pretty long dresses and skirts paired with a baggy sweater or a smaller tee. it made it harder for him to resist looking at you for long, he didn't want to be obvious.

somehow it was working, you havent had a single clue how he thought about you. you didn't see him as a brother like you did Nick and matt though. but you were still conflicted. the way he acted around his group of "friends" when you passed by or got caught talking to him. only this time, he never laughed, he kept a stone cold face, and held so much regret and guilt in his eyes and body

but only now, after you left, he would defend you. spitting out, "that was not cool dude, you don't do that to people" or a simple "shut the fuck up dude" with his jaw clenched so hard that sometimes it felt like his teeth would shatter.

you didn't know how you felt about him. you loved him, you really did but those moments filled you with rage and sadness like no other.

"What is there to think about?"

you've had enough of the mixed signals and shit from him. you were going over to hang out with Nick after school so you plan on confronting Chris when you can.

now it's 2pm, school's finally over and you're on your way to their house. talking to Nick the whole way, trying to keep yourself composed. you just hope it won't turn out bad.

it's Friday, which means you're staying for the weekend. it's become a weekly thing now, it was usually their house but sometimes yours. you honestly preferred being away from home anyway, so it was perfect

a handful of hours pass by, nick is asleep next to you. you think now is finally a perfect time to go talk to Chris. you know he doesn't sleep so he's definitely awake.

you slowly make your way out of Nick's bed, you know he's a heavy sleeper but you could never be too careful. your mind's all over the place. it could go good or bad and you're seriously praying it goes well.

you slowly make your way to his room, it's 2am by now. everyone else is hopefully sleeping. your heart is practically trying to jump out of your chest, you don't know why you're so nervous. it doesn't make sense unless— "do I have feelings for Chris?" you accidentally mutter out loud, you instantly clamp your mouth shut

shit. you pray even more that no one is awake or around you right now. fuck that's so embarrassing, but nonetheless, it makes so much sense now

you shake your head. get it together y/n, it'll be fine. you don't have to tell him that you say in your head, mentally preparing as you're right outside his door now.

"here goes nothing" you say out loud to nobody but yourself. your hand goes up to knock softly, you stand back a bit. you hear shuffling and a quick and quiet "ow fuck" from inside after you hear him trip over god knows what in his room, making you giggle

he opens the door, a little shocked since he was expecting to see one of his brothers. instead, his eyes land on yours. you see him get nervous, trying to form words that aren't able to become anything

"can I come in, please, Chris?" you say gently, it isn't going to be a bad conversation you hope

he clears his throat, "yeah yeah, of course" he says, stuttering over the first "yeah" moving so you can come in

you giggle at him, walking in and admiring everything. his LED lights are on a light blue color, lyrical lemonade everywhere. carpets, plushed lyrical lemonade, on his wall even. it makes you smile, his whole room just screams Chris in the best way possible.

you sit on his bed towards the edge, hands in your hand slightly crossed over each other. playing with your fingers, you watch Chris closing the door and moving towards you. sitting next to you, not too close but still close enough on you

"so what's up? are you okay?" he says first in a calming voice. it's low but not too low, it sounds so pretty to you.

"yeah yeah I'm okay, nick fell asleep to a movie we were watching" you start, making him chuckle at that. "and I just have a lot on my mind. I actually have a question for you, if you don't mind " you say, just rambling, barely taking a breath or letting him process anything except for the first part.

"oh of course, ask away" he sounds calm and collected but you can tell he's even more of a wreck now. picking at the hem of his shorts

"why do you let them say all of that about me? why did you laugh with them at first, Chris? I know it wasn't even a real laugh" you say, your voice almost as quiet as mouse but getting louder towards the end. he looks at you, his eyes slightly wider than they were

he knew this day would come, but he didn't think today was it

"honestly I don't know, I hated when they said that shit about you. it doesn't even make sense, you're really cool and fun to be around." his voice matching yours, it's quiet but unlike yours, it's filled with guilt. "I thought it would cause more issues if I didn't laugh just a natural response I guess. but I promise I don't laugh now or let them say anything like that. I'm sorry I did that to you, it's so not okay" he says panicking because he didn't clear that up yet

you ponder for a minute, was there a reason for all of this? everything he's been doing, almost like he's trying to make up for it?

"I forgive you but still doesn't make it okay Chris, it shouldn't have ever happened" you spoke a little louder this time, expressing how it truly made you feel.

"I know I know, I wish I could go back and take it all back. it's so shitty of me"

his face is filled with guilt, it makes your heart break. you don't like seeing him like this, it hurts you almost as much as it hurts him.

you grab his hands, stopping all of his movements. his eyes trail up to your face, landing on yours but quickly looking at everywhere else on your face except your eyes

"I promise it's okay, we can't go back but we can make new, better memories instead of dwelling on those ones don't you think?" your voice is sweeter now, there's a tone in it that he cant put a word on it but he loves it.

"mhm, we can. I promise you that I'll make sure it'll never happen again" he says, moving his one hand to his chest while talking and then saluting with the same hand when he's done making you laugh. he shoots you a dorky, stupid smile. he loves making you laugh.

"but I do have one question Chris", he puts his hand back with yours and lets out a hum, "this is so out of the blue, but I think.. i like you Chris" the words tumbling out before you can stop them. the pure horror and shock on your face is so obvious, you told yourself you didn't have to tell him.

his mouth opens a little bit, shocked at your words. he never thought you'd like him back, not after everything, only ever hopelessly living in his mind about you and him

before his lips can move, you cut him off "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. that wasn't what I wanted to say. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or disgusted god im—" you're cut off by Chris, his lips ever so softly on yours, ghosting over them almost asking if it's okay before he fully leaned in.

you did it for him, meshing your lips together. it felt heavenly, like they were two puzzle pieces finally fitting together after being apart for too long, like they were made for each other

he's the first one to break the kiss, leaving you panting gently. that same smile from a few minutes ago returning as if it never left his face

"does that answer everything that was in that pretty head of yours?" his voice is sweet and soft, like honey in your ears. you can't form any words so a head nod works just as well

he chuckles at you, how cute you are, how taken back you are but in a good way. never in a million years did either of you expect to be here, in the situation, in this position at 2 in the morning talking about this, let alone confessing and kissing each other

this is what his dreams were made of, and that dream finally came true. this is all he wanted, and you couldn't agree more with him.

best decision you ever made.

GOD FUCK THIS IS LONG I APOLOGIZE. it really could've been broken into parts, but I like it like this. I just spent like a genuine hour writing this through and through, my vision is so WEIRD RIGHT NOW. anyways:D

I HOPE it was to your standards. I love y'all so much, eat well, drink plenty have a good day🩷🩷🫶🫶

happy Valentine's Day my loves<3

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themattgirl · 3 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SWALLOWIN’ MY PRIDE

↳ series masterlist!

↳ summary: in which chris is forced to swallow his pride as he comes to terms with the new that y/n has shared, realizing it’s not just her fault. however when he mentions the alternatives, he fails to see how much it hurts his girlfriend.

↳ pairings: boston bruins player!chris sturniolo x fem!reader!

↳ warnings: swearing, angst, chris not wanting a kid, verbal arguments, big talks about abortions and giving the kid up for adoption, mentions and descriptions of vomiting, a loooot of angst tbh.

↳ important things to note: this is a heavy chapter so please keep that in mind if you choose to keep reading, i’ve done my part and have warned you about what this chapter entails so please do yours and close out of this fic if you cannot handle those topics. i am not your mother i cannot stop you, but if you choose to keep going despite being uncomfortable with the things i’ve warned you about, you are not allowed to get upset with anyone but yourself. enjoy<3

THIRD PERSON POV

chris was left utterly speechless as he stared at the thin plastic stick in his hand. the only thing running through his mind, was “what am i going to do? i just signed the contract today?” he felt guilty being so absorbed in his doubts about his career but it was something he had worked for his entire life. he knew his concerns were selfish, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop worrying about them.

the words “we’re pregnant, chris.” rang in his ears like a bell chiming, he felt his breath get stuck in his throat and he wasn’t able to breathe. he quickly shifted y/n off his lap so he could begin pacing, he held his head in his hands as his skates clunked against the padded locker room floor.

“what the fuck are we going to do y/n?” chris spits, his voice broken and unsteady as he looks at his girlfriend, her eyes red with unshed tears as she shook her head softly and shrugged.

“i don’t know chris.”

“why weren’t you careful?” chris exclaims, unintentionally putting all the blame on her as her head snaps up, her brows furrowed tightly as she breathes out a listless laugh.

“how is this all my fault?”

“i’m not saying it’s your fault. but why didn’t you just get an abortion?”

“in case you forgot what you were taught in fifth grade health class, it takes two people to make a baby, chris. you were the one that wanted to hit it raw and you promised to pull out but clearly you didn’t. and i didn’t want to abort it without your input because this child is half of you, too. and i would not be able to sit through that alone!“ she scoffs, tears dripping down her cheeks as she stares up at him, guilt and regret chipping away at the slight glimmer of hope that chris would be okay with it that she held.

“i just signed a good contract baby, i can’t miss my games for this shit.” chris sighs, his heart rate slowing down, but his mind was still racing, leaving him blind to the internal battle his girlfriend was facing.

he felt sick, he had everything mapped out for the next five years and this baby completely threw a wrench in everything that he had meticulously planned. there was no way a baby this early in his career would look good, it’d make him look reckless and uncaring about his job.

“do you not think i’ve been thinking about that, chris? that’s the only thing i’ve been thinking about since i found out or even had the slightest idea i was pregnant, i have been terrified of derailing the life plans you’ve set up for yourself and i don’t know what the fuck to do but what i do know, is that we’re pregnant and we have to make a decision about this. so until you’ve processed this, you can stay with one of your brother’s, i will be waiting at home.” y/n replies, her voice gradually getting quieter and breaking even more as she finishes. wiping her tears, she quickly exists the room, the need to vomit overcoming her.

her mind wouldn’t stop racing. it brought every possible scenario to the surface and she was beyond scared. what was she going to do? chris sure as hell didn’t seem to want the baby, and she thought she didn’t either but talking about it to chris had her realizing that she wants a family more than anything.

as she knelt in front of the toilet , she couldn’t help but laugh internally. finding out you’re expecting a child was supposed to be a joyous and happy time. finding out that you’re carrying a life that is half of yourself and the person you’re in love with, the person you’re fully committed to for life, was supposed to have you feeling over the moon. and instead, it had y/n’s stomach twisting with guilt, regret, heartache, and distress.

ash she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet, she sat on the edge of it, letting her tears fall as she let the feelings of hopelessness and loss fully consume her heart. would she really see this pregnancy to term if chris didn’t want anything to do with her and the baby? if she did, would she let chris back into her life when he decides he wants a family? or would he seek a family somewhere else?

“how the fuck am i going to survive this without him?” she whispered to herself, quickly exiting the public washroom and making a beeline for the front entrance.

chris on the other hand, was stoic as stared at the wall opposite of him, the thin plastic stick beside him taunting him and his mind, almost as if it was telling him that he was acting selfishly. instead of comforting his girlfriend, who was as equally terrified of their recent news as chris, if not more? he blamed her. he yelled at her.

he callously told her to abort their baby to be. to get rid of the life growing inside her as if it meant nothing. as if it wasn’t the product of two people that loved each other deeply. even if it wasn’t planned or considered, that child to be was still the result of chris and y/n’s love. of the fact that they held each other so closely that they made love without any preventative measures. but chris couldn’t look at it that way, he didn’t want to.

his focus was on his career, hockey was everything to him. it made him everything he is. but was hockey really the only thing that mattered to chris? as he mulled over the answer, images of y/n sobbing as she held the freshly positive test, of her sobbing and scared in front of him waiting for him to pull her into his arms in the middle of that locker room flash through his mind. he felt guilty, he hadn’t even hugged her as she sobbed, he so badly wishes he could rewind the clock a few minutes so he could react differently but he couldn’t.

he knew he wanted a family at some point in his life, but now? it was so early. he wanted to bask in all the glory of being the newest and youngest star on the bruins without the responsibilities of his personal life hanging over his head. but that wasn’t possible.

as his team made their way down the hall, chris shoved the test into the side pocket of his hockey bag and plastered a fake smile on his face. the team cheered and hollered as they had won the game. chris joined in on the festivities, briefly forgetting the decision he had to make as the team got dressed in their suits and dress clothes, deciding to hit the bar in the lounge above the rink nd celebrate their win and landing bracket in the playoffs.

y/n was in the complete opposite state, she sat at the table, the meal she had prepped hours ago as soon as she got home after leaving the game early sat on the table in front of her. it had grown cold and stale as she tried to bring the urge to eat to life but she couldn’t bear the thought of choking back her food. she hated eating without chris. she knew he wasn’t going to join her after she told him to stay with one his brothers, but out of pure muscle memory she made a plate for him and it sat across the table from her, taunting her, as if to say “this is what your future will look like if chris decides he doesn’t want the baby.” and it broke her heart into a million shards.

could she really handle a life without him? they’ve been together for so long as it is. was it worth it to go through everything that they have already, just for a child to tear them apart? she didn’t know the answer to that and she didn’t want to. she hoped that somehow, chris’ mind would change and he would have this great epiphany and realize he wants this, the family life with y/n.

she knew how important this spot on the bruins’ team was to chris, she knew that more than anybody else. but was it more important than a life with the woman he called his soulmate? was his career more important to him than his relationship?

y/n, truthfully, had began to believe it was. he would call off dates and anniversary dinners to go hang out with the team, he would come home late the nights he promised to be home early. he put so much of their time together on the back burner, and maybe this child was the wake-up call she needed. maybe she wasn’t cut out for the life of dating a superstar hockey player.

sighing, she cleared the plates off, putting the leftovers in an air-tight container and leaving them for her or, hopefully, chris to eat another day. she quickly loaded the dishwasher and started it before cleaning the rest of the kitchen. as she had finished, she flicked off the main kitchen light, leaving the light above the stove on so that when chris came home, if he had made up his mind yet, he wouldn’t be surrounded by complete darkness. but she knew in the back of her mind, chris coming home tonight was just wishful thinking.

as she laid in bed, she scrolled through instagram, chris’ story updates catching her eye. pressing down on his profile circle surrounded by a pinkish purple ring, she was met with the sight of chris and john shot gunning beer in their suits, leaving her slightly hurt that instead of talking about things with her or his brothers he chose to party with his team. she knew that making an appearance at the after parties was important, she had just hoped their situation was more important. but refusing to let herself dwell on what she meant to chris, she rolled over and willed herself to sleep.

it had been a few days since her confession to chris and she had yet to hear even just a single word from him. and the silence was killing her. after her doctors appointment, which confirmed that she was in fact two months along, she had received texts of congratulations and more from his family so she assumed he had said something and maybe he wasn’t completely ashamed of what was happening, but she had a gnawing feeling of doubt in her stomach telling her that wasn’t the case.

“matt i don’t know what to think.” chris sighed, looking to his more level-headed brother for advice in this situation.

“well chris, do you really want her to abort it? like can you live with the fact that you’re putting her through that, you know that she’s completely all for it, but it’s different when it’s the one going through it. so would you be able to live with the fact that you’re pushing her to take away this chance, both of yours and hers, at a family right now?”

“well when you word it that way-“

“and who’s to say that you won’t be looking at having a family the same way down the line if, let’s say, she aborts the baby now and this entire thing happens again? would you put her through it twice? when you could just as easily implement all the later plans with your career that included a family into your plans for now. it would be much easier to maneuver things around right because the ink on your contract has barely dried yet. you do it later down the line and shit could go up in flames. but if you’re still dead set on pushing her to an abortion, by all means do it. it’s up to you man but from the way you’ve talk about it, y/n wants to have a family so what you’re doing is most likely killing her, and if you pushing her to do this wrecks your relationship, you won’t find another girl to love you the way she does. and i know you didn’t actually ask for it, but my opinion is that you’re being a fucking idiot. you and i both know that all you’ve wanted with y/n is to raise a family. you talked about your future kids’ names with her two months into the start of your relationship. so i’m not sure why you’re doing all this shit, chris.” matt rambled, his words cutting directly into the flesh of chris’ heart, he knew matt was right. every word he spoke nothing but truth clinging to it. so why was he putting both him and y/n, mainly y/n, through all of this? sighing, chris nodded and thanked him for the advice before plucking his keys off the counter of matt’s kitchen before heading out the door and climbing into his car.

chris made quick work of driving home to y/n, he felt so unbelievably guilty for leaving her alone with her thoughts for as long as he had. as he stepped into their shared home, he felt like an intruder, he didn’t feel like himself, because in what world would chris, the same chris who is so unbelievably and irrevocably in love with y/n, push her to terminate their child? chris should’ve been ecstatic and sobbing over the news. instead he let his job cloud his judgement and focus, and he felt terrible.

“baby?” chris calls out, quickly climbing the entryway stairs and standing in the main hallway, waiting for y/n to answer.

“in here.” she calls back, her voice tired and strained from all the crying she had done. as chris rounds the corner into their room, his heart breaks at the sight of her curled up on his side of the bed in his hoodie.

“i am so sorry y/n, i’ve been an asshole.”

“i’ll say.” she whispers, shifting back to her side of the bed as chris climbs in beside her.

“i want to apologize for blaming you, it’s not your fault. and for suggesting an abortion without actually hearing what you want. if you want one, i’ll support you. i talked to matt and he made me realize what a jackass i’ve been. if you genuinely want this baby, then i do too. i love you, and i want you to be safe and happy. and if having a family makes you happy, then i’m willing to raise this baby with you because in all honesty, i do want this baby.”

“what about your career?”

“we’ll figure that out when we need to.”

“okay. i love you.”

“i love you forever and a day, y/n. i’m so sorry i’ve been so shitty, i was scared and lashed out on you when i should’ve acknowledged that you were scared too, i shouldn’t have let you deal with it on your own.” chris hums, wrapping his arms around her as she dries her tears and rest her head against his chest.

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↳ this story is far from over, let me know if you want a part three <3 there’s gonna be so much angst i actually feel bad which is crazy bc i never feel bad for writing angst

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