CRUSH (reader X Bsf! Matt)

This is not a natural disaster. This was not inevitable. They didn't grow up like this. It was inflicted on them by the vilest sadists on earth.

I don't think I could ever love a movie more than the princess and the frog. It's one of those movies that no matter how many times I watch it I will never get tired of it. One of those movies that you can't try to remake because it won't compare to the original. The movie makes me cry every single time I just can't get over how good it is. I feel like I have such a connection with. It's just literally the best movie I could ever watch.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SWALLOWIN’ MY PRIDE

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↳ 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

Boycotting is not a trend. “Not everyone has to boycott!” I don’t think I’ve ever seen more lazier people than this generation. You are a genuine weak human being, you have no self control, self respect or basic human emotions.

Palestinian children who have to collect rain water to drink, Palestinian children who have to starve to death because they have no food, Palestinian children plead out to the world for help, Palestinian children, who put their life in your hands and let you be their voice. Palestinian children who are actively dying because you cannot go a day without drinking your Starbucks. You are an embarrassment to humans and you are a waste of good air.

You have the option to go to McDonalds and you have the option to drink Starbucks. You have the option to go outside and be with your friends, you have the option to spend time with your family, you have the option to eat, to sleep, to drink, to live. PALESTINIANS DONT.

“Still not boycotting, it has nothing to do with me” did you know that the planet-warming emissions generated during the first two months of the war in Gaza were greater than the annual carbon footprint of more than 20 of the world’s most climate-vulnerable nations…..

The Gaza-Isreal war has let out more carbon dioxide than Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Barbados, Bhutan, Costa Rica, Ethiopia, Ghana, Kenya, Kiribati, Madagascar, Maldives, Nepal, Philippines, Rwanda, Saint Lucia, Tanzania, Timor-Leste, Tuvalu, Vanuatu and Vietnam annually.

Are you reading this? Can you comprehend this?

Here you can see the carbon usage of Israel.

We’re not boycotting just for fun. We’re boycotting because:

1. We don’t stand for genocide

2. We don’t fund genocide

3. We love our planet

4. WE HAVE MORALS

freshman fifteen - c.s

a/n: ….. smut ….. read at ur own risk ….. deleting soon …..

“you go to school here?” the brunette boy you’ve been dancing with for the past 20 minutes yelled over the music blaring through the speakers next to you. it was another friday night at a party in some random college house basement. all of your friends were long gone, calling it quits around midnight. you stayed for the boy, they didn’t want you to stay alone but you insisted.

“yeah! junior! what about you?” you shouted back, you could see him mouth something but you couldn’t hear. “what?” you asked hoping he’d repeat himself. he repeated his words but you couldn’t hear him again. it would be too humiliating to ask him to repeat himself again. you thought his lips mouthed senior so that’s what you went with. you spent a few minutes trying to shift your dancing to a quieter spot. the two of you tucked yourselves away in a quiet corner, each of you holding a plastic cup in your hands.

“much better, i can finally hear you better.” his smirk is prominent and his hand falls on your waist, gripping it to pull you closer. the beer in your cup almost splashes out with his pull. the two of you let out drunken laughs as you realize you would have both been covered in it. “i can’t remember if you’ve told me your name already?” it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice at a normal octave.

“it’s y/n” your cheeks were already hot from the alcohol but the fact that he cared enough to ask your name made them even hotter. your face turned into a red flush.

“mine’s chris.” he took the cup to his lips and took a sip, you watched his mouth intently as he did. his eyes peered over the entrance of the cup at you and you couldn’t help but think what he would look like peering up at you with his face shoved between your thighs. he must have had the ability to read your mind because he pulled the drink away from his mouth and used his free hand to pulled your face up to his. a rough kiss was placed on your lips, his hand left your face and gripped onto your ass firmly. maybe it was the alcohol, but no man has ever been this hot before.

the party was essentially over when you and chris had started kissing, it was just a bunch of people making out in their individual spots, as the music still blasted throughout the room. chris had slowly made his way from your lips down to your neck. he was gentle with his bites, nothing hard enough to leave a mark. you glanced around the now empty basement, everyone had left, it was just the two of you, finally alone. you pulled your cup up to your lips and finished it off, a little dribble of beer slid down from your mouth to your neck and you felt chris lick it up.

“fuck.” you mumbled and you heard chris chuckle to himself as your thighs squeezed together, trying to hold it together just enough to make it out of the basement. “wanna get out of here?” you ask him as he sucks on the sweet spot behind your ear.

“thought you’d never ask, come on, i have a room upstairs.” chris grabs your hand and leads you up the basement stairs. both of you stumbling as you make your way up another flight of stairs. he lives here and you’ve never seen him before, you come to party here at least once a month, what are the odds of that? he opens the door to a bedroom that has bare walls, a half made bed, and pepsi cans all over the nightstand. “sorry it’s a mess, wasn’t expecting company.” he laughed as he gently pushed you against the bed and locked the door.

you watched him carefully as he slid down his sweats, tore off his shirt, and walked over to you. he crawled on the bed and pushed open your legs with his knee. one of his legs were between yours and the other on the outside. “take this off yeah?” he smirked, tugging at the hem of your shirt. you obeyed and tugged off your shirt. chris stared at you for a moment before leaning down and reaching his hands behind you to unclasp your bra. as soon as your chest was exposed he began to plant kisses all the way from your neck to your hips. his saliva was cooling on your kiss and making you desperate.

a soft please escapes your lips as you practically beg him with your eyes to fuck you. chris smirks up at you and uses his free hand to drag your pants down your legs. you kick them off onto the floor and it’s not long before chris finds his face between your thighs. “mmm soaked. you won’t last long.” he buries his face into you and laps up the wetness you’ve created already. it causes you to let out a louder than normal moan and grip onto the sheets. it had to have been a lethal coming of all the pent up tension all night and the lack of sex you’ve had recently because it couldn’t have been more than fifteen seconds of chris’ tongue on your clit before your legs began to shake and you felt your stomach churn.

“mmm that’s it, cum for me.” chris mumbles into your heat as he feels your legs shakin around him. he doesn’t retract his mouth until he’s sure you’ve ridden out your high. you let out a whimper as he pulls away. you felt absolutely mortified that you’ve already finished, and chris could tell. “it’s okay, i teased you all night, now flip over and let me fuck you.” his voice was low and raspy, his command made you forget all about your embarrassment as you flipped over on all fours.

chris placed a hard smack against your ass and then used his left hand to shove your face down into the bed. the motion caused your back to arch in an angle you’ve never been in before. chris uses his free hand to line himself up with you. groans leave his mouth has he slips into you. although you can’t see it, you know chris doesn’t have to worry about size. you can feel him stretch you out from behind.

“oh fuck!” you moan out into the pillow as chris starts thrusting into you rapidly. he adjusts his hand from pushing your face down to grip your hair firmly and pull it back. he yanks the makeshift ponytail back far enough for you to turn your head and be able to see him as he fucks you.

“there’s my pretty girl’s face.” he says before licking his lips in pleasure. chris get immense pleasure for watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as your bodies smack into one another’s. every time chris feels you clench around him, he’s slows down just enough to take you away from another orgasm. after repeating this action two or three times you finally realize that he’s edging you, not himself. he could keep going on forever. the next time he tries to slow his pace, you start to fuck back into him.

“fuck..fuck!” the words spew out of chris’ mouth as he removes his hand from your hair and slithers it down to grip your neck firmly. “cut that shit out, i’m not done with you yet.” he keeps his grip firm around your neck while he slowly thrusts into you. you don’t dare act like a brat again with him. the edging was getting to be too much, you felt the knot in your stomach growing, you started to let your head fall down but chris’ grip pulled it right back up. “look at me while i fuck you.” his thrusts finally picked up some pace and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“i’m gonn-“

“come on, i know you are, i know how good i make you feel.” his words gave you the greenlight to finally let go. chris made you keep yours eyes on him as he pounded into you throughout your high. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you felt your breathing become even more restricted by chris. “you look so pretty with your eyes in the back of your head.”

you controlled yourself enough to look back and see him smiling. his hand released from around your throat but you didn’t look away, you stay focused on him. his tongue licks the area above his upper lip, he’s fully concentrated on watching his dick slide in and out of you.

“come on baby, i know you like the sight but i want you to cum for me.” you manage to get out even though your brain is in a post orgasm fog. you watch chris’ mouth form another smirk as he thrusts aggressively into you a few more times before you see his eyes roll back.

“i’m gonna- fuck!” he practically shouts for all of his housemates to hear. you felt your insides grow warm as chris finished inside of you. you were too fucked out to care. he slowly pulled out and you winced at the removal. “sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“it’s okay.” you tried to say more but you needed to catch your breath. chris snaked an arm around you to flip you over on your back. he admired your body and you watched as his eyes trailed up to your neck and he smiled. he could see the marks his hands left around your neck, if thought you could handle more, the sight alone made him want you again. he chose to take it easy and kiss you some more instead.

“do you want to stay? it’s four in the morning.” he asked as he watched you put your clothes on and check the time on your phone.

“no thanks, my roommate will tweak if i’m not there when she wakes up.”

“want me to walk you back? i don’t feel right letting you walk home drunk and alone.”

“trust me, i think i’m pretty sober after all that.” you laughed and he walked you back downstairs to the front door.

“wait hold on.” he said before he let you walk out. he dug through a coat on the rack near the door and pulled out a wallet. he handed you a 50$ bill. “for the morning after pill, sorry again.”

“it’s okay, thank you.” you smiled at him and tried to walk away but he pulled you back in for a quick kiss goodbye. you knew you must have sobered up quite a bit because you could smell the alcohol on his breath. chris watched you walk off the porch and down the street some before going back inside. you made your way back and crawled into your own bed, silently thanking your friends for forcing you to go out that night.

-

a week had gone by since you slept with chris. you hadn’t seen him around campus at all. you were starting to think he didn’t even go to your school. the only thing that made you believe it is the room he had at the house. you spent the whole week bragging about the guy that could make you orgasm in fifteen seconds. they didn’t remember him from the party last week and you were determined to show him to them. so eager, it was your idea to go back to another party at that house this weekend.

“so what was his name again?” your friend asks as you both grab a beer from the keg.

“chris. i don’t see him yet.” you looked around the room to try and spot him. there’s no way there’s a party at his house and he’s not there. your friends and you lingered around and danced with strangers for a little bit until some guy stood up on a table and made a drunken announcement.

“alright ladies and gents! this is a special night at the hockey house! we have a few freshman players we’d like to welcome..” you stopped listening, uninterested in a bunch of freshman hockey players. there was only one guy you wanted to spot. you kept looking around until your friends started smacking you on the shoulder.

“wait y/n!! isn’t that him? i recognize him!!” you look over to see who she’s pointing at. low and behold it’s chris. it’s chris being introduced as one of the freshman players. your eyes widened and your checks flushed.

“yeah… uh… that’s him.” you were embarrassed to admit it.

“you slept with a freshman! and he made you-“

“shut up!” you yelled at her. you looked back over to chris and saw him looking at you. he smiled in your direction and you tried to politely smile back. you should have asked him again what year he was.

“i have a nickname for him y/n.” your friend’s devious smirk was never good. you sighed.

“what’s that?” you asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

“the freshman fifteen.”

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yea idgaf about barbie not getting an oscar nomination or whatever when women in palestine are dying in childbirth, forced into unmedicated and not medically safe labor bc what choice do they have rn, contracting infections because they don't have sanitary products for periods, having to use tent scraps as menstrual products, using medications to delay periods, ect. like its a movie and those are real people who would vastly benefit from some real actionable feminism like supporting bisan in her call for a strike, continuing to boycott, and continuing to support palestinians overall

i know it’s crazy but he’s the one i want

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: part two of strike out. after months of being apart y/n realizes she wants nothing more then to be with matt, and matt realizes how much he fucked up. part one

warnings: angst to smut. oral (fem receiving), p in v, no protection, matchmakers nick and chris

they slammed the door on

my whole world

the one thing i wanted

your world felt like it was turned completely upside down the minute you locked your front door on matt.

you wanted to run after him. you wanted to forgive him for everything, but something in you was telling you to hold back, to stay strong. you weren’t even sure if you knew the matt that stood with you 10 minutes ago. after a month of no contact there’s so much that could’ve changed. you definitely had changed. one one thing that stayed the same though was that you still couldn’t go more the an hour without thinking of matthew sturniolo.

matt blew up your phone that whole night. it took everything in you not to drive over to his house. you were a mess and he didn’t need to see you like that. you were supposed to be strong. you were the one who told him to leave after all.

a few more days past before you got a couple texts and a call from chris. you hesitantly answered. you hated to admit it but you missed him and nick. you missed matt too but you weren’t ready to admit that one out loud yet. “hello?” you answered. there was a beat of silence before you heard a sigh of relief from the other line. “hey y/n it’s chris. listen, i know you haven’t wanted to talk to us, and i understand, but nick and i need your help.” he sounded so stressed that you couldn’t help but worry about the pair. he didn’t give you time to respond before he continued his thought. “i know you don’t want to be with matt anymore, but he hasn’t left his room in almost a week. nick and i completely understand why you did what you did. matt told us what happened.. but he locked himself in and we don’t know what to do.” you teared up at the thought of matt being alone. yeah he enjoyed being by himself sometimes, but never to this extent. you couldn’t help but feel guilt for the way things went down. at the end of the day you were both in the wrong, and you desperately wanted to make things right.

“please just come talk to him. come see him. we tried to wait as long as we could to call you but it’s time. we have your back but he’s still our brother, and we don’t want to see him like this. nick and i really miss you. matt misses you” you didn’t confirm or deny if you would really show up. you wanted to talk to him. as much as he hurt you he didn’t deserve to feel how you have felt for months. you knew how shitty it was. “i miss you guys too.” and with that you ended the call. you didn’t need to specify who you were referring too. chris knew that you meant all three of them, and he hoped that you would come help his brother.

no i’m not coming to my senses

i know it’s crazy but he’s

the one i want

it took you almost two hours to work up the courage to go to the triplets house. you got in and out of your car 3 different times before you convinced yourself to finally turn it on and start driving. the directions were muscle memory at this point. having spent the last two years driving the same streets at least once a day, you weren’t a stranger to the street signs and the traffic. although it was almost 1 in the morning you had no worries about if the boys were awake or not. they always were at this time.

you felt weird pulling into their driveway. a spot that was once reserved for you now felt like a curse. it felt like you’d end up with three slashed tires if you parked there so you opted for parking in the street two houses down. this way if you chickened out before you made it to the door they’d never know.

you didn’t though. you couldn’t because the minute you stepped foot onto their doorstep nick threw open the door. no words were exchanged between the two of you. he instantly pulled you into a hug. you both needed it after the month and a half you just had. “i’m so glad you’re here” all you could do is hold him tighter in response. tears filled your eyes as chris made his way down the front steps to you both. he took his turn pulling you into a hug as well. when you broke apart he ran a soothing hand up and down your arm and let you walk to the living room.

the three of you sat on the couch together and you pulled your legs up into you. single tears streamed down your face every once and a while as you waited for someone to talk. “he doesn’t know you’re here,” nick started. “we didn’t want to tell him and freak him out.” “oh so he’s not allowed to be freaked out so i have to be. got it” you regretted it as soon as you got the sentence out. “sorry. fuck i’m sorry guys. i really just- i don’t know what i’m doing here.” you ran a hand through your hair nervously.

“it’s okay y/n/n we get it. we really just think you guys should talk.” chris said patting your knee. “yeah, we don’t want to pressure you but we think it will help both of you get some closure. so you sit here. we’re going to go out for a little bit, give you some space. if you decide you want to leave then please do so, but we won’t be upset if you’re here when we get back.” they gave you soft smiles as they made their way out of the house leaving you with your thoughts.

once you got the tears to stop, you knew that if you didn’t get off the couch now you would never make it to matt’s room. you were hesitant to knock. you didn’t hear anything in the otherside of the door. you were almost hoping he was asleep so you could go home and forget this ever happened.

as you began to raise your hand the door slowly opened. matt’s head was hung low looking at his phone. your lips parted slightly in shock. he quickly looked up when he noticed someone was standing there. “i- sorr- i um- i have to go.” you barely got out. as you tried turning so you could walk in the other room. “y/n?” matt was in shock and confused. you were the last person he expected to see. he just wanted to run over and hug you, but he kept his restraint. you rushed over to the couch looking for your keys. “i’m sorry i shouldn’t have come. chris and nick called me and i was worried about you but i really shouldn’t be here.” when you got nervous you just talked fast. your mouth couldn’t keep up with all the thoughts running through your head.

matt hadn’t moved from his doorway. he was frozen watching you pace the living room. when he finally came to his senses he spoke up to stop you. “wait please stop. please. i want to talk to you.” matt rushed over to you and grabbed your hand trying to get you to look at him. he fully expected you to pull away, but his confidence slightly boosted when you didn’t.

“please.” he repeated. “please come sit with me.” his words were soft and nervous. you nodded looking up at him. he walked you over to his room hand in hand. matt gestured for you to sit in his bed as he sat across from you. you decided to talk first. you just wanted to know he was okay. “um. your brothers asked me to come talk to you. they said you hadn’t left your room, and i know i shouldn’t be, because of the way we ended things, but i was really worried about you, matt. i don’t want you to be upset. i know i was really mean and i’m so sorry-” “no. please do not apologize.” he reached over to hold your hands. “i deserved everything you said to me. you were right. please look at me, sweetheart. i have been a mess because i feel so shitty about the way i treated you. and i couldn’t look at chris and nick because they lost you too. i feel so fucking bad.”

“i know you do, baby. i want to forgive you i really do, but i can’t go back to the way things were.” both of you had tears running down your faces. you just wanted to hold each other and forget everything. “i promise i can be better. i promise that i can do better. you deserve better then i’ve ever treated you and i will work my ass off everyday to prove that to you.” you moved closer to matt as you held his face and used the pads of your thumbs to wipe his tears. you leaned your forehead against his as you sat there debating what to say. “i know you will, matt. i believe you.” “do you really?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. he wanted nothing more then to kiss you but he couldn’t push your boundaries. “i do, baby. i’m so in love with you. i don’t know how i’ve spent this long without you.” you said slightly leaning in to matt.

both of you flicked your eyes between your lips and back to each others eyes. “i love you too.” matt said. “can i please kiss you?” he asked nervously. you guys had kissed millions of times before but something was different this time. you guys felt closer. “please, matt. you can do anything to me.” and with that your lips instantly connected. you two melted into eachother as the kiss deepened. he quickly swiped his tongue against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you accepted. “let me show you how sorry i am?” “please.”

he was chaos, he was revelry

bedroom eyes look like a remedy

matt gently pushed your back down onto his mattress. he took his lips off of yours as he pecked his way down your neck. your hands traveled down his chest as you pulled on the edge of his shirt. he took notice to this and hastily removed the piec rod fabric. he sent you pleading eyes as you nodded at him to take yours off as well. he took your bra off with it and trailed his hand down your arm to intertwine your fingers. your unoccupied hand went to matt’s hair as he placced soft kissed to your boobs. he’s movements become desperate as he attached his lips to my nipple as he gently sucked.

soft pants came out of your mouth as you pushed matt’s head lower towards where you were craving him most. he tilted his head up at you with a smug grin. “yeah baby, is that what you want?” he smirked at you as he shimmied your legs out of your pants and threw them to the corner of his room. he traveled down lower as he started to spread your legs letting him lay between them. he breath met your clit and he turned his head to bite the inside of your thigh.

“tell me what you need, sweetheart” “you, matt. i need you to touch me.” you rushed out. you needed to be close to him. you just wanted to feel him. matt pulled your underwear to the side and ran a finger through your slit. his cold hands tips sent goose bumps through your body. you swallowed thickly as he sent one quick lick to your core. he looked at you for a reaction only to get a nod of encouragement from you.

matt hummed while he wrapped one hand around your thigh spreading you farther apart for him. he slowly leaned into you dipping is tongue deeper into your wet folds. matt could feel the blood rushing to his cock due to your small pants and moans. the tight grip on his hair only encouraged him to keep going. you let out a small scream as he slowly began to enter his fingers into you. “fuck matt just like that.” you said as his middle and ring fingers curled up hitting that spongy spot. matt hummed into your cunt as he violently licked your clit.

neither of you had touched yourselves or anyone else in over a month. the pent up frustration made things go a lot faster then either of you expected. matt began rutting his hips softly into his mattress trying to relieve the tension he was feeling. you clenched around his fingers signally your close orgasm. matt’s head came up as his fingers still thrusted into you. “that feel good, baby. you gonna cum for me. come on, sweetheart. cum for me.” matt didn’t let up as your moans got louder if anything it made him to go in with more force. your orgasm came fast and hard. matt continued sucking as you came down from your high. you panted as matt slowly pulled his fingers out of you.

you started to sit up you you could return the favor only to be pushed back down as matt met you in a kiss. “no baby. tonight’s about you. i just want to make you feel good. i want to show you how sorry i am.” you looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “you do make me feel good matt. just let me return the favor.” you were quickly cut off by the sound of matt’s pants being pulled down. he shock his head at you to deny your request and your hand found the waistband of his boxers as you began to pull his cock out.

he was hard and somehow looked bigger then you remembered. matt’s head fell forward when you started stroking him. his arm that he was using to hold himself up almost giving out at the sensation. you ran his cock through your folds wetting him from you arousal and his precum. he took control as he slid into you, giving you a second to adjust, and then bottoming out at the sign of your approval.

you both let out signs as matt started thrusting into you. he ran his hand up and down your side and placed long kisses on your neck. certain to leave at least one hickey. matt was fully immersed in you. “matt please don’t stop. faster..fuck.” matt had every intention on taking his time with you tonight, to really show you how he feels, but he couldn’t turn down the opportunity. “fuck baby.” matt said speeding up. “faster? you want me to fuck you faster hm? tell me how good i’m making you feel baby.” matt kept up his pace as your hands found his back. your nails scratched down his skin leaving red marks in their trail. you threw your head back in pleasure when matt began rubbing your clit in figure eight motions. your noises only got louder but you were so fucked out that matt laughed when you couldn’t form a sentence. “you got it baby. you’re doing to good for me.” matt’s hips slammed into you surely leaving bruises. “tell me how good i’m making you feel. use your words.”

with one hand on your clit and the other brushing hair off of your forehead, matt soon approached his first orgasm of the night. you gasped and tried to catch your breath to say coherent words. “shit- i- god you’re doing so good, mmh. you feel so good. don’t stop. gonna cum.” you quickly reached your second orgasm. “yeah, you gonna cum,” matt taunted as his motions became sloppy. “good girl, cum with me, y/n.”

both of your orgasms built rapidly and didn’t disappoint. your head flew back in pleasure as matt lowly groaned and let out a small whimper. he rode out both of your orgasms and you reached out to out your head in this chest as you became overstimulated. matt slowly pulled out and fell down beside you as he leaned for his shirt to clean you up. “i love you.” you said as you rolled over to place your head in his chest. “i love you most.” he replied giving a kiss to the top of your head.

thinking it can change the

beat of my heart when he touches me

and counteract the chemistry

and undo the destiny

matt and you layed in a comfortable silence as you held each other. no one could ruin this moment for you two. you saw the comments over the months that you had ruined matt or that you’re a whore and you didn’t deserve him. no one knew the real truth. matt and you were made for each other. you didn’t believe in soulmates until matt came around.

you were still in matt’s bed when nick and chris got home that night. sound asleep you two basked in the presence of eachother. matt’s two brothers saw his bedroom door slightly ajar, they made their way over to see what was going on.

with no comment they smiled at each other noticing your states. they were happy to have their favorite couple back.

you ain’t gotta pray for me

me and my wild boy

and all this wild joy

Reblog to tell zionists to fuck off your blog. If you say you aren't a zionist but still get offended then uhhh sorry hun but this is exactly for you <3

can you do chris headcanons of first time meeting- talking stage- finally dating? i loved your husband and dad hcs 💝

omg this is so cute!!

so the two of you would meet in such a causal setting, like y’all are both shopping and he bumps into you and he’s just immediately awestruck by you because you’re so pretty.

for the rest of the day, he’s thinking about you and he’s a little upset he didn’t ask your name, but you guys run into each other later on in the day at some restaurant so he doesn’t let his chance slip.

while chris seems a little shy around girls for the most part, like going off from what we’ve seen of him on tour he’s very reserved but when he bumps into you again later on in the day he gets this surge of confidence and asks your name and for your number.

and you’re not stupid, when this cute guy asks for your number, you’re immediately giving it to him.

the two of you can’t fight the cheesy smiles you’re both wearing or the blush covering your faces as you guys make small talk, despite chris’ brothers rolling their eyes.

flash forward a couple weeks, you two have been talking and flirting constantly.

i mean texting and facetiming non-stop, there’s never a moment in the day where you are not texting chris about anything.

it’s been about a month and chris won’t shut up about the idea of asking you on a date but he’s too nervous to text you and ask, so nick, who you’ve also grown to be friends, takes the liberty of texting you to come over.

and when you show up, chris is completely shocked and is like “what are you doing here?” and you’re like “nick asked me to hang out!” and nick shows up at the top of the stairs and just flat out says “chris i asked her to come over so you can grow some balls ask her out already because i’m tired of you bitching and moaning about it.”

your face goes bright red and chris is about two seconds from launching himself down the front steps because he’s so embarrassed but you stop him,

“so are you gonna ask me?” “what?” “well according to nick you wanna ask me on a date, so are you going to?”

and his confidence is immediately coming back as he asks you on a date to top golf, and of course you say yes.

the date goes incredibly well, there’s never a lull in conversation, which you thought was impossible because you were sure you guys had talked about everything there was to talk about.

but when it’s your turn to hit the ball, you get nervous because you’ve never really played golf and chris, being the slightly cocky little fuck he is, he’s pulling the move, yknow the one where he’s standing behind you with his arms around you and whispering into your ear, turning you into a flustered mess.

you giggle as he does, making him smirk against the side of your head as you hit the ball, surprisingly sending it flying into the field below, so when you do well, you turn around and press a quick kiss to cheek and he’s now the flustered mess.

as the night progresses, you two grow a lot touchier with one another and chris is convinced he’s already in love.

when he drops you off that night, he asks if he can kiss you, and you agree but he has to take you on a second date.

you both feel the whole cliche sparks thing the moment you kiss and when you close the door, you’re both touching your lips and excitedly giggling to yourselves.

it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that you and chris have each other whipped this far, so after the second date he’s asking to be your boyfriend and you’re pulling him inside just so you can make out with him.

and it’s working here 🤭🤭