luvr4miya

[luvr4miya]

sof:(((( can you imagine carmy cooking for his pregnant gf or wife, he’s always researching what’s good for the baby at different stages of development and getting you to try new things bc he doesn’t want his babe to be a picky eater !!

me 🤝 carmen: refusing to raise picky eaters no because imagine him like that guy on tiktok that brings out a new ingredient to show what size the fetus is inside your belly at the moment :')))

"Ooh mango!" you smile at the plate being put in front of you. The fruit is sliced, juice already pooling on the blue ceramic. A piece goes into your mouth and you groan, hand instinctively going to your belly, "god, we love mango."

"That's about how big she is, you know?" Carmen licks his finger and wipes his hands, tossing the rag over his shoulder before resting his elbows on the counter, eyes tracking the way juice drips down your chin with a smile.

"Oh, she is it?" You tease, pressing a piece of fruit to his lips, giggling when he nips at your finger playfully. "And how do you know it's a 'she'?"

"Gut feeling," he pushes off the counter and grabs at a leftover mango, tossing it up and catching it with a soft smile. "Bout this big. Crazy, huh?"

Your hand rubs thoughtfully at your stomach, smile matching his, "yeah. She's growing so fast. I swear she was bean-sized yesterday."

A hand slides under your shirt and Carmen kissing firmly at your neck, "Oh she is it?"

[luvr4miya]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

In the beginning Jude had been tentative. Playing with the skin on his nails, he would bring the topic up slyly and then go quiet when the conversation got too real: Kids. Children. A baby. 

She knew that he wanted three kids– a boy, two girls, the same as her– as he wouldn’t shut up about it when they were younger. Now it all seemed too real to him, she supposed. 

His full lower lip would stick out in what his wife called a pout and he would search his right and left for something to toy with. If he reminded himself to do neither then his leg would start bobbing. If he stopped his leg then he would change his seating position frequently, too fidgety to stay still. 

She told him that there was no rush. They’d just gotten married. They were both young. Children could wait. 

He’d gotten ahead of himself. Grateful for her support, he placed his palm behind her head and brought her lips to his in what became a searing kiss. His hands dropped to her neck, then to her waist, then he stopped kissing her to watch her eyelashes flutter against the apples of her cheeks. Snow glazed over their windows, the glare from their tree lights melting it quickly. Inside the home, the fire burned slowly. 

She found out in February. Someone off-handedly mentioned a glow about her, only to be taken aback when she gasped raggedly in response. 

He found out later that day. She sat him down and, now, she fidgeted instead. He wrapped an arm around her and asked what was wrong. When he tried to pull her into his lap and she resisted, his lips parted. Wracking his brain, he asked if he had done something and all she could do was shake her head. He moved her hair out of her face as he waited for her answer. 

Two fragile words left her lips. He felt as if he couldn’t breathe. He repeated the words back to her, a breathless whisper. She nodded. 

The realization hit him in waves. She was pregnant. She was pregnant and he was going to be a father. Possibly, most pertinently, she was pregnant and he was going to be a father and he wanted to leap for joy and shout it from the rooftop of their house. She was pregnant and he was going to be a father and he was ecstatic about it and oh my God she was carrying their child as they spoke.

Her eyes widened when he slid his hand over her midriff softly. So soft that she would not have felt it had she not watched his actions. She watched his eyes flit back and forth, putting something together privately. Then he kissed her, enfolding her body into the sofa and sheltering her form with his.

Their baby would want for nothing, he promised himself. He would be the best father ever. He would be at every game, every talent show, and everything else the kid would want to do. 

Matthew was born on a chilly night in September. Jude remembered the loud cry that quietened when their son was finally placed in his mother’s arms. She welcomed him to the world and the baby all but sighed, snuggling into the familiar warmth of his mother. 

Jude remembered that she always had a way with their son. Frowns turned into smiles when she would so much as hum. The baby was wrapped around her finger just as much as she was his tiny one. 

He struggled not to be jealous of the immediate affection between the two. It always took him a second longer than her. He could make a bottle, but not as fast. He could change a diaper, but not as quickly. He was there every step of the way for his son. Just not as swiftly. 

She had no idea. He smiled whenever the baby responded to her and only her, laughed when their son gripped onto her index finger and wouldn’t let go. She was caught up in the whirl of new motherhood– constant mess, little to no sleep, frantic worrying– to focus on anything other than their son. 

He understood that. In fact, he hated himself more for being so acutely aware of his own feelings during this time. Regardless, he would swallow, smile, and kiss his wife goodnight. He would not burden her, he decided. He would just try harder to connect with his son, whose little head would turn toward his mother’s presence even when Jude was cradling him against his bare chest. 

Matthew’s piercing cry awoke the couple. Having just fell asleep, she could only crack one eye open enough to catch her husband hoisting himself up drowsily. He murmured something to her about taking care of it and darkness engulfed her once more.

She was awoken some time later by the same shrill call that made her senses go haywire. This time, the baby sounded closer. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes just as the bedroom door opened. 

Her husband was walking toward her, holding their son out to her. 

“He won’t stop crying. Please.” His voice cracked. 

She grabbed their son and tried to calm him down as he went on, speaking in a low timbre. 

Jude rubbed the back of his head. “I tried to feed him, I changed him, we went for a walk around the house. I don’t know…” 

She nodded and held her son close to her chest. She rocked him in a familiar rhythm– Staying Alive by the Beegees. After rocking him to the mental ah ah ahs didn’t work, she spoke to him in a whisper. Still, he cried. She pouted and kissed his head. 

“He seems a little colicky, baby,” she informed her husband through a yawn. She thought back to seven years prior, when her Godson had been a newborn and scream-cried in the early hours of the morning. Matthew’s cries were similar. She kissed her poor baby’s cheek and held him tighter. “We just have to wait it out.” 

It was only then that she looked up at her husband who sat at her feet. Her lips fell apart at the tear that glistened along Jude’s cheek.

She leaned forward. “Baby, what happened? Are you okay?”

Jude shook his head then palmed his forehead. “Nothing. Forget it.”

“No, why are you crying? What happened?” she pressed.

He blinked extra hard, willing the truth to surface. Salt-flavored tears fell. 

“I just. I just thought he was crying because of something I did. And I swore I did everything right but I couldn’t… I wouldn’t be able to breathe if I hurt him. I just–” The corners of his full lips quivered, guilt clawing its way up his soul. He placed his head in his hands.

“Jay,” she mumbled and kicked the covers off. She scooted down the bed carefully, crying baby still firmly in the crevice of her right arm. Her left hand reached out, finding his and caressing his knuckles. “It’s not your fault. He’s okay. You didn’t do anything.”

Jude looked up, finally. The tip of his nose was beet red. “Yeah, but what if I did? What if I give him too much milk? Or– or too little? What if his bath water is too hot? I just– he deserves someone who knows what they’re doing.”

She rubbed his chest, hot from the burning mix of emotions. “He deserves you. You’re such a good dad, Jay, you’re the best dad. It’s okay if you make some mistakes.”

“It’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

Jude shook his head, mumbling due to the pinching feeling at the back of his throat. “No, it’s not. No it’s not, because you’re not making these mistakes and it all comes so easily to you and no matter how much I read those books I would never have been able to tell that he was cowlick or something because I’m just– My brain doesn’t work like that. He deserves someone else. I’m too–” He bit his lip. His nostrils flared as a new wave of tears overcame him. “I’m just dumb and it’s not clicking for me. I try so hard. I try and try. I love him with everything in me and he just doesn’t love me like he loves you and now I don’t even know how to soothe him when he’s crying. I’m a horrible father, oh my God.”

Her first feeling was panic. For a split second, she wanted to dig her nails into his arm to ensure that he would not leave. The next second, she wanted to cry for even thinking that thought. 

“No you’re not. Don’t say that,” was all she could manage at first. She rubbed his cheek. “You’re an excellent father, Jude. I’m in awe of you most times. You don’t freak out when there’s spit-up or poop or pee on you. You wake up every night to be with him. You put him to sleep in, like, five seconds! You’re having a breakdown because you can’t fathom the idea of hurting him in any way. You’re so good. He doesn’t need someone who knows everything, he needs someone willing to love him with all of their heart and he has that in you. We can learn along the way.” 

“He doesn’t like me,” said Jude, shaking his head.

Her jaw dropped. “What do you mean he doesn’t like you?! He adores you!” 

Jude sniffled, not fully taking heed of his wife’s words of encouragement. His eyes flitted to his weeping son whose bottom lip began to quiver. This was a different form of a cry, he realized. 

“He’s getting cold, baby,” Jude informed his wife quickly. 

She blindly felt around the bed for something to wrap their son in. 

“See? You caught that so fast,” she commended, fingers brushing against something that she could not yet see. She covered Matthew’s small form quickly then concentrated on her husband, rubbing his shoulder. Her ring finger glittered in the pale moonlight. 

Jude wasn’t responding. His brown eyes stared off into space. She could see him working his jaw the same way he would all those years ago. No longer was he her husband. Now, he was an insecure eighteen-year-old, tall and anxious and not quite sure where he fit in. She thought about what would have gotten eighteen-year-old Jude out of the rut and then she contemplated calling one of his friends for a pep talk. Trent was a father, too– but she knew that this was too personal. This was not a matter of friendly advice. This was a matter of her husband not feeling worthy.

Then, wails became cries. Cries became sniveling. Sniveling turned into whimpering.

She looked down at her son in amazement. She finally saw what she had wrapped around her baby. 

Experimentally, she pulled the cloth from him and his cries picked up. She grabbed something else and wrapped it around him, and if Matthew could speak he would have cursed at her. She grimaced as his legs kicked, strong for such a small human. She tried one more new object then gave in, finding the fabric she had originally cocooned him in. She placed his arms down and swaddled him, giggling softly when he went from full screaming to whimpering at once.

She tapped her husband who gently blinked himself out of his trance. 

“Look,” she began, holding Matthew out. “Look what got him to stop crying.”

Jude grasped his son, supporting his head and neck expertly. He lightly tugged on the cloth around the baby before peeking back at his spot on the bed. 

The corner of his mouth tugged up. “Is this my pajama shirt?” he asked. 

She grinned so big that her tongue was between her teeth. “Of course it is.”

Jude smiled slyly. 

His son yawned, then. A big one, where his nostrils flared and his eyes squinted and his fingers spread out. In the next moment, he gripped onto his father’s t-shirt with one sure fist. 

Jude chewed on his bottom lip to keep from crumbling further. He placed a soft kiss to his son’s cheek, then laughed a tad when he saw the corner of Matthew’s mouth frown. 

“He’s about to start crying again,” he knew.

“Quick! Rock him!” said his wife.

Jude stood, baby in his arms, and swayed. Under his breath, he sang Staying Alive. Matthew’s eyes would droop with every ah ah ah ah that came and then widen if Jude stopped singing for even half a second. 

She stood, too. She danced with her boys until Matthew was fully asleep, and then she pressed her lips to her husband’s. 

“I love you sooo much,” she told him. “And still, that baby loves you way more than me. Believe me.” 

Later, when he was putting Matthew back in his crib, he straightened up and noticed the ice along the baby’s window. He walked over and tapped his index finger against it, remembering the ice from the year before. 

Before, when it was just the two of them. When they were buying gifts for all of their friends. When the eggnog was in full swing. When the thought of children would make him squirm. 

He rubbed his fingers against the window, smiling when the tips of his fingers came back cold. He took one last look at his son wrapped in his grey Spider-man shirt. He loved that shirt and no one but him could wear it– he had once gotten in an argument with his friend because he’d pretended to spill ice cream cake on it. But he was more than happy to pass it on to his son.

He crossed the hallway to his room and tried to lay down. Two minutes later, he found himself back in his son’s room. He rolled Matthew’s crib across the hall, through the door, and around to his side of the bed. 

When he fell asleep, one hand through the bars of the crib and holding onto his son, he knew for sure that he didn’t know what he did to deserve the life he lived.

But he would do his best to live up to it.

[luvr4miya]

𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒, m. sturniolo

✿ IN WHICH, everytime matt messed up his girlfriend’s lip gloss

✿ WARNINGS, black!reader, fluff, swearing, kinda suggestive at the end??

✿ RORA SPEAKS, i hope ygs like this! ik it’s kinda short but i js wanted to write smth quick n easy and im a literal lip gloss addict so.

NO. 1

i’m standing in the mirror, layering my lips with my favorite pink lip gloss. my lips were already lined with my signature brown lip liner and the lip gloss just added the cherry on top. me and matt were going out today for lunch, so of course, i wanted to look good.

in the reflection of the mirror, i see matt walk into our shared room. “you look really pretty, baby” he compliments me which makes me smile and reply with a shy, “thank you.” even though me and matt had been dating for almost 6 months, he still made me nervous.

“so pretty i wanna kiss you” he leans in and gives me a sweet, but long kiss. i break away and pout, turning to look back to the mirror at my smudged lip gloss.

“matt!” i whine, “i literally JUST put this on.” i give him a stern look. he only laughs and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, “i’m sorry i just can’t help it when your lips look so damn kissable”

i roll my eyes in reply before reapplying my lip gloss and saying very seriously to matt, “that was your only chance of kissing me tonight, because i’m not about to be putting this back on a thousand fucking times”

matt unwraps his from around me to throw them in the air. “what the fuck? that’s not even fair!”

NO. 2

i was getting ready to record tiktok’s and take pictures because my hair looked good as fuck today and i didn’t want it to be for nothing. i add the final touch, lipgloss, before smiling at my reflection and heading to the triplets’ living room.

their living room literally has the best lighting in the whole house. i scroll through my saved tiktok sounds and land on nicki minaj’s black barbie song, the lyrics saying “i’m a fuckin’ black barbie. pretty face, perfect body.” and instantly smile and choosing it.

as i’m fixing my necklace so it fits just right, i hear the triplets walk through the front door. i lock eyes with nick first, who smiles at me “damn, you look fucking good!”

matt sets the fast food on the counter before looking me up and down, “my girl always looks good” he says proudly. chris snorts and mocks him in a childish voice before saying, “what the fuck did you expect? her to look bad?”

nicks punches chris in the arm, making him grab his shoulder in pain. “stop trying to start arguments cause you’re fucking miserable”

matt laughs and kisses me on the cheek, “she could never look bad” i smile and before i could say anything, he grabs my chin and kisses me on the lips. i immediately break away and groan, “matt, my lip gloss!”

“just put it on again” he shrugs, not even feeling bad. i throw my head back in annoyance, “it was the last of it! i can’t just put it on again” i grab my phone and storm off to the bathroom.

“you know i can just buy you another one?” i hear him yell but i ignore it and slam the bathroom door.

NO. 3

i’m laying on matt’s bed, scrolling through pinterest. we just got back from filming a car video, that lasted longer than usual because chris had to pee a hundred times. that kid needs to really stop drinking pepsi so much.

matt comes in the room, fresh out the shower. he lays down next to me and i can smell his cocoa body wash. i give him a soft smile as i run my hands through his hair. i can’t help but admire him. everything about him. his blue eyes. his pink lips. his stubble above his lips.

“what?” he laughs, staring back at me. i shake my head and quietly say “nothing. you just look so handsome right now” he smiles back at me and snakes a hand around my waist, pulling me closer.

he stares down at my lips before back up at my eyes. i feel him trace patterns on my waist. i look at his lips as well, which only gives him the confirmation he needs to kiss me. it’s a slow and sweet kiss but quickly turns heated, his tongue exploring my mouth.

he breaks away to gasp and cover his hand with his mouth, “i forgot about you’re lip gloss” he giggles. i laugh with him and playfully roll my eyes, “for the first time, i don’t give a fuck about my lip gloss,” i hook my leg around his waist and flip myself on top of him.

“now kiss me” i say against his ear. matt wastes no time connecting our lips and dropping his hand to my ass, squeezing the plump skin.

[luvr4miya]

DEAR OWEN AND LEO

PART FIVE: WELCOME BABY OWEN AND LEO

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: in which sls gives birth to the twins.

warnings: swearing,mentions of labor,crying,pain,childbirth,fluff.

it was now time for me to start pushing. nervous was a understatement but i knew id be okay with my mom nate and chris being here with me.

nate and chris were holding my hands as the doctor told me to start pushing. i let out a loud scream from the pain as i pushed as hard as i could.

the girls dad, and brothers justin nick and matt all sat in the waiting room with nates family. the screams could be heard from where they were at.

nick was vlogging letting everyone know what was going on while matt was worrying as he heard the screams of his sister as justin was comforting him.

marylou stood beside her son as she was watching her daughter give birth. she was a emotional wreck seeing chris be so supportive for his sister, and she was super emotional the fact that her youngest baby was having babies of her own.

ive been pushing for about a good ten minutes now as i was gripping nate and chris’ hands as hard as i could.

“just a few more pushes and baby a will be out! we see his head.” the doctor said.

nate rubbed my hand. “cmon baby you’re doing so good.” he said.

“you’re doing a good job sis im so proud of you” chris encouraged me.

after a few more pushes the cries of baby leo were heard as the doctor pulled him out laying him on my chest.

i instantly started crying as i held him in my arms looking at him. nate leaned over kissing my forehead. leo looked at me as i smiled softly.

“hi cutie im your mommy” i said as i kissed his forehead.

“hes so handsome.” he said as he had tears running down his cheeks.

chris and nate both looked at eachother smiling happily as they both were crying.

“dad you wanna cut the cord?” the doctor asked him.

nate nodded and the doctor showed him where to cut and he cut it.

the nurses took him off of me to go get weighed and make sure hes okay as it was time for me to start pushing again for owen.

my mom went over to where leo was being weighed at taking pictures for me while chris and nate held my hands as i was pushing for owen.

after two more minutes of pushing, the cries of baby owen were heard as the doctor pulled him out laying him on my chest.

i started to cry again as i had owen laying on my chest. i held him close to me kissing his forehead as he looked at me.

“hi handsome im your mommy.” i said smiling as nate leaned down looking at him.

“hi buddy” nate said as he looked at him just admiring us.

chris leaned over and looked as he was crying. “hi owen” he said smiling.

nate had talked to the nurses and told them that they could ask chris if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord.

“uncle chris you wanna cut the cord?”the nurse asked and he hesitantly nodded.

“its okay chris you can cut it” nate said.

chris sniffled as the nurse showed him how to cut the umbilical cord.

i was so happy that my boys were finally here. it was a long nine months but it was so worth it because now i have two sweet babies.

chris cut the umbilical cord and the nurse grabbed owen going to weigh him and make sure hes okay.

i had to push out my placenta and then the doctors cleaned me out and stitched me up afterwards.

once the babies were both weighed and both were okay the nurses brought them both back to me for skin to skin.

chris leaned down giving me a hug. “im so proud of you theyre so handsome.” he said sniffling.

i hugged him as i held my babies close to me. “thank you chris” i said softly.

my mom and chris went out of the room to give me and nate privacy for a bit to soak in the moment together.

nate got into the bed laying beside me as he kissed me softly. “you did amazing” he said.

we both just sat there staring at the boys admiring them. they were so perfect.

leo antonio doe

october 24th,2022

7lbs 5 oz

owen matthew doe

october 24th,2022

8lbs 10 oz

“you wanna hold them?” i asked nate and he nodded.

i handed them to him as he held them both on his chest admiring them.

“we did a good job.” nate said smiling.

i teared up at the sight of seeing of seeing nate hold the two little babies we both made.

“i love you.” i said as i kissed his cheek.

“i love you too, thank you for making me a dad”he said.

“thank you for making me a mom” i giggled.

.•°♡°•.

chris went out to the waiting room with marylou as he was crying.

“guys we’re officially uncles”chris said with a big smile on his face.

“how did she do!?” matt asked nervously.

“she did so good, im so proud of her” chris sniffled.

“leo was born first then owen was born four minutes after him”chris said.

“OH i cut owens umbilical cord!!” chris said informing the vlog on updates.

“her and the babies are doing just fine we’re giving her and nate some privacy for a while.” nick told the camera.

.•°♡°•.

it had now been a few hours since i gave birth. nate and i spent time holding the babies enjoying the skin to skin contact with them.

i was also gonna breastfeed so the nurses have been in here helping me learn how to breastfeed two babies at once and everything.

i also took a shower because i felt gross and got myself looking decent. i was sore and still hurting from giving birth.

i felt myself fall inlove with nate even more when i saw him hold the twins for the first time.

i always thought i knew what real love was but i never knew it til i saw nate hold our kids.

i finally came back into the room after taking a shower and getting myself dressed.

i sat down on the bed with nate as he was watching the twins in their little nursery bed.

“you can go get my parents and brothers now.” i said as i looked over at my twins.

we let my mom and dad hold owen and leo first before letting my brothers.

it was now time for my brothers to hold them and my mom took the vlog camera so she could vlog it for them.

“im holding owen first! its only fair because hes named after me and i cut the umbilical cord!” chris said.

nick and matt both came over giving me hugs and told me how strong i was and how proud they are.

i handed chris owen carefully as he sat down beside of me holding him.

“hes perfect y/n.”he said as he started to get teary eyed.

“i wanna hold leo!”matt said.

“too bad im older im holding him first!” nick said.

“guys dont fight over my son.” i giggled

“matt you can hold him first.” i said as i handed leo to matt as he sat down in the chair.

it melted my heart seeing my brothers hold the twins. it was such a sweet moment.

“hi little leo its uncle matt.” matt said softly as he got teary eyed when leo held onto matts finger.

i watched chris as he was admiring owen and just talking to him.

“hi buddy im uncle chris im gonna be your forever best friend.” he said as he kissed his forehead.

“chris its my turn to hold owen!”nick said.

“no!hes my baby you’re not getting him!” he said.

“chris. just give him to nick you can hold him again after he and matt holds him.” i said.

it was now time for nick to finally hold leo and he started crying as soon as matt handed leo to him.

“aw hi leo its uncle nick.” he said as he smiled.

the rest of the evening my brothers stayed at the hospital with us for a few hours just visting and talking and admiring the babies. mostly while chris held owen the whole time and matt and nick kept fighting over leo.

VLOG: OUR SISTER GIVES BIRTH! *chris cries**emotional*

COMMENTS!

the way chris talked to owen:(

NICK AND MATT FIGHTING OVER LEO LMFAO

theyre so happy to be uncles its so cute:(

chris and owen are the best duo

nick and leo supremacy

matt and leo >>>>

the way nate kept making sure sls was okay :(

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[luvr4miya]

DEAR OWEN AND LEO

PART THREE:PODCAST

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: in which sls is on her brothers podcast as a guest along with nate talking about her pregnancy.

warnings: swearing,mentions of pregnancy,slightly suggestive,FLUFF.

short and rushed chapter so i can speed up the process😝

nate and i came to la for a week to visit my brothers and for me to film with them for their podcast. i was currently eight months with the twins now.

right now my brothers were during their intro for their podcast as i waited til it was time to introduce myself. i sat by chris as nick and matt were in their usual spots.

“heyyyy its me y/n!” i introduced myself.

“so if you guys didnt already know y/n is pregnant with TWIN BOYS!” nick said.

“yeah eight months pregnant exactly.” i said as i rubbed my belly.

“so today we are gonna be asking you a series of questions ranging from how you found out and how your pregnancy is going.” matt said

nick was looking at the questions he had on his phone. “what was your reaction on getting pregnant so young? how did you feel?” nick asked.

“well it was definitely scary at first being pregnant so young and still being in school at the time. i was scared nervous yet excited because i have always wanted to be a mom.” i said

“and it helped me so much that i have nate by my side.” i smiled softly thinking of him.

“what was the reasoning you guys decided to hide your pregnancy?” chris asked.

“well we just wanted to enjoy it just the two of us. we were also still in highschool at the time and we just kept it a secret.” i said softly.

“i honestly understand that so much like i dont blame you for hiding it for awhile.” nick said as he looked at more questions he had wrote down.

chris looked at me. “so tell us the meaning behind the babies names?” he said with a grin on his face knowing the meanings already.

“well owen was named after chris for his first name , thats chris’ middle name if you didnt know already.” i started as all three of my brothers looked at me smiling.

“owens middle name is matthew which is matts name. i wanted to name my babies after the people whos most important in my life and nate agreed with me.” i said with a soft smile.

“then leo we picked out leo because thats nates zodiac sign and his middle name is antonio which is nicks middle name.” i spoke as i took a sip of my drink.

“its honestly so special that you named them after us like it means so much to all three of us” matt said as chris started to tear up.

“chris are you crying?” nick asked with a chuckle.

“i just can’t believe my baby is having babies nick!” chris said sniffling.

i chuckled as i looked at him. “its okay chris cmere” i said as i opened my arms to give him a hug which he immediately accepted.

“it means so much that you named owen after me, i love you so much” chris cries into my arms.

“you’re my big brother chris, you’ve always been my biggest supporter and nobody understands the brother sister bond we both have being the youngest. i love you too chris.” i said.

matt and nick watched in awe at the sweet moment chris and his sister was sharing.

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the podcast continued on as we talked about various topics all about my pregnancy and my relationship with nate.

“alright so what are your biggest cravings right now?” matt asked me.

“definitely pickles, nate and anything spicy.” i said as i saw nate walk into the room.

“oh hey daddy” i giggled as he sat down beside of me.

chris had a face of disgust as nick was laughing. i gave nate a quick kiss as the boys introduced him as a guest.

“hey princess.” he said with a small smile as he leaned down kissing my belly.

“okay back to answering questions a few more for you y/n then the both of you can answer these next few.” nick said.

“whats a silly reason you’ve cried while pregnant?” nick asked.

“i dont even like seafood boils but ive been craving the seafood from that restaurant in cape cod and i cried about it one night when nate and i were laying in bed”i chuckled.

“yeah she cried for atleast 30 minutes”nate laughed and he had a weird look on his face when he looked at me.

the look that he had on his face made me kinda irritated.“look at me like that again and you’re not getting your dick sucked tonight” i said rolling my eyes.

“okay okay im sorry!” nate laughed.

“not happening in my house!” chris said as he took a sip of his drink.

i glared at him. “chris im literally already pregnant so what does it hurt.” i said.

“dont care still not happening” chris said throwing his hands up.

“okay moving on!” nick said as he looked at some questions on his phone.

“how did you guys find out the gender of the twins?” nick asked.

“well i got my blood drawn and they put the results in a envelope we picked it up took it to a bakery and had them make a cake filled with either blue or pink.” i started as nate looked at me.

“then we went to a little park and had a picnic and we had wine glasses that we both dug into the cake showing that we were having two boys.” nate finished the story for me.

“it was such a sweet little moment and im honestly glad that we did it just the two of us.” i said with a small smile.

after thirty more minutes of talking about various topics we finally wrapped the podcast up and just all hung out for the rest of the evening.

it was nice to spend time with my brothers after not seeing them for a few weeks. they were all crazy about their nephews. one month or less til these sweet babies are here.

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@amaliarosewood , @realuvrrr , @certifiednatelover , @chr1sgirl4life , @thatssocancelled , @aurora-merritt , @ilovechrissturniolosposts , @sturniolo04 , @luvvholly

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Omg can you write about nick getting his wisdom teeth out, like his bf is there comforting him while he’s scared and when he’s done it’s really funny.

Hold my hand

Summary: you go with Nick to take out his wisdom teeth and comfort him.

I walk impatiently from one extreme of my living room to the other, Nick is on his way to pick me up so I can be there for the surgery. Chris texted me that he was crying, Nick couldn’t sleep most of the night, I am a bit anxious if I’m being honest, I know how sensitive he can be. I hear a car horn outside my house so I take a deep breath and grab my backpack, I go outside and close the door behind me.

"Hiiii." Chris smiles throw the half-lowered window and waves at me, I smile and wave back. When I open the car door, I see Nick covering his eyes and tearing up.

"I can’t, I hate this." He murmurs and I coo at him. I sit next to him and kiss his forehead.

"Hi baby." I whisper to him. "Hi Matt." I say louder. Matt greets me back and starts driving slowly. Nick hides his face on my chest.

"You know what they told me?" Nick looks up at me with his wet eyes, I shake my head. "The tooth fairy won’t come to see me again!" He starts crying again, I gulp and look to Chris who is laughing and to Matt who is trying not to laugh.

The whole ride there was chaos, Nick sobbing and his brothers laughing and trying to comfort him, my supporting hand on his and my arm wrapped around his shoulders.

When we arrived, I grabbed his hand while they put the IV on him. I tried to hold my laughter back when the anesthesia kicked in because even when our relationship wasn’t a secret it wasn’t something public either. I sat with Chris and Matt and waited, I drank some coffee, I checked some e-mail, and when he was done, we all jolted from our seats and entered the room. Nick was… groggy, to say a word. His eyes moved around the room, and when he saw all of us, he smiled widely.

“Hii.” He said to us, I grabbed the camera as his brothers walked up to him.

“How are you?” Chris asks, Nick puts his thumbs up. We share a laugh.

“You feeling well?” Matt asks.

“Hm. I hate this.” Nick mutters while waving the tiny square attached to his finger.

“No, don’t take that off.” I speak. Nick turns around to look at me and smiles.

“Hi handsome.” He winks at me, but his eye closed to hard and for too long, making it look goofy. I smile at him.

“Wanna say hi to your boyfriend?” Chris laughs walking to me and taking the camera off my hands. He gives me a little push on the arm and I walk towards Nick.

“Wow, you are hot.” Nick babbles and I chuckle.

“Nick, we are in public.” Matt scolds him.

“Thanks. I think you are hot too.” I pat his shoulders gently.

“Come on, don’t indulge him.” Chris talks behind the camera.

“WHAT!? I can’t speak my mind now?” Nick frowns and tries to cross his arms but I hold them still.

“Careful, your IV could move.” He rolls his eyes and groans. “Come on, stay still. I’ll cuddle you when we are home.” I see him smile quickly.

“Okay, I like that.” he tries to stay still but I see him play with the gray square on his finger a bit.

After talking with the doctor, waiting for all the medicine to go into his blood, getting the care package and all the instructions from the dentist we made our way downstair with Nick in the wheelchair.

“Nick, look at me.” I laugh behind the camera of my phone; he looks at me and playfully raises his arms and smiles. “Great picture, love it.”

“Wanna see.”

“I’ll show you when we get to the car.”

The car wasn’t very far, we put Nick into his seat and with a bit of a fight we buckled his seatbelt. I sat next to him, holding his hand telling him how brave he was and how proud I am of him. His little smile and blush were the best reward. I smiled at myself knowing the surprise that awaited home. (Ice-cream and his teeth he thought he lost).

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Tiny extra:

“Nick sit down, you are not a drag queen, you are still a bit weak from the medicine.” I say while looking at him dance in front of the tv.

“If I was drugged, could I do this?”

“NICK!” I grab him and we land on the couch, he laughs manically and I sigh loudly. “Jesus, this is like babysitting.” I feel him pout against my cheek. “What? You feel sorry?”

He shakes his head. “They eliminated my favorite queen.” His eyes water and I rub his back up and down, trying to console him for that lost, even when we have seen this season more than 5 times.

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i love my latina bitches, my puerto rican bitches, my dominican bitches, my argentinian bitches, my uruguayan bitches, my brazilian bitches, my columbian bitches, my paraguayan bitches, my chilean bitches, my ecuadorean bitches, my bolivan bitches, my venezuelan bitches, my cuban bitches, my haitian bitches, my nicaraguan bitches. I deadass love all these hoeuxs bad

[luvr4miya]

vlog day || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: you said yes to being in the vlog while spending time with ur best friends and your boyfriend.

warnings: none

word count:

a/n: have a good day ily

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“Are you filming already?” I asked sitting at the table and putting stuff in my purse.

I was cleaning it because I couldn’t find my favorite lipstick anywhere.

“Yes, you said it’s okay if we film the vlog with you right?” Nick asked me and I nodded.

“Yes, yes look guys!” I looked at the camera and brought a gift bag closer to me.

“So I said few days back that I wasn’t feeling that good lately like you know mentally because I had a lot of work and stress. I came in here this morning and this was on the table with my name on it” I showed the bag.

“Look what Chris and Nick got me” I laughed showing the camera the coffee cup with triplets photos on it.

“We know you love coffee so… you know you can look every morning at people who brings you joy in your life” Nick laughed behind the camera.

“Yes and you know what’s the funniest part? They only put one photo of Matt” I said and stood up when I saw Chris coming up with the new Dr Pepper.

“It’s finally here people let’s try it” he said.

“He is constantly talking about it let’s just get over it” I whispered to the camera.

“I found your lipstick honey… oh your filming already?” Matt came from his room.

“Aww Matt you’re not beating lover boy allegations ever again” Chris laughed at him but Matt only rolled his eyes and gave me the lipstick.

“Thank you Matt” I smiled and wanted to peck his lips but I didn’t.

I didn’t want to push that I was already in the vlog. But I was exited and I said yes because us four actually didn’t spent time together for a long time now. So I was excited for some fun with my boyfriend and his brothers.

“Ladies first….”Chris gave me the can.

“Okay because if I die it’s on you…” I say and I took a sip.

It wasn’t bad but also it wasn’t my favorite.

“Meh… it’s okay but I think you and Nick will like it” I gave it back to Chris.

He made his brothers try and they had a talk about it while I went to put my converse on.

When we got into the car I sat in the back with Nick so Chris could be in front of the camera.

“So we don’t know where we’re going yet” Chris said to the camera and we all looked at it surprised it’s on.

“What? I thought we can decide on camera…” he said.

“Let’s go to Melrose I want Happy Ice” Nick said and I clapped my hands.

“Yes! Happy Ice and pizza I’m in” I said and buckled my sit belt.

We were driving with Chris talking all the time and Matt crying about every dog we pass.

“When you explain something is impossible to know what you’re talking about… it’s like I spy game with 5 years old” I told Chris.

“Well I wanted to edge on…”He started.

“Oh you want us to edge you a little? Okay…”Matt said and I gasped.

“Matthew….”I hit his arm playfully.

“Don’t even start y/n” he said and looked at me in the mirror and I winked at him.

“Anyways… how much longer? I need to peepee” I said looking at maps.

“Oh my god you’re worst than Chris sometimes babe” Matt said.

I looked at him and laughed.

“What?” I asked.

“Guys.. that’s what y/n always does. 20 minutes before we left she said she needs to pee but instead going to the bathroom she did like 100 other things and she forgot to go and its like that every time we go out” Matt said.

“Woow sir what is this? Telling each other icks or what?” Nick asked looking at us.

“I would say about her hair in the bathroom everywhere” Matt added.

“Fair enough… I would say about your hair in the sink after you shave and we would be even” I laughed.

“And I would say your underwear under my couch when you guys forget you don’t live alone” Nick said and I covered my mouth with my hand.

“Shut up it was once” I said.

“Nah like three times” Chris said and I covered my whole face with my hands.

“We not putting this in the video and stop making her uncomfortable” Matt laughed.

“We were uncomfortable!” Nick yelled.

“Okay done with my sex life let’s talk about the weather or about how ugly is this persons outfit” I said when we stopped on red.

“Omg but look they are so cute having photo shoot together” Nick said and I smiled.

“Awww look how he’s holding her stuff for her” I said.

When we got to the pizza place I ordered for us and looked at the boys filming in the corner.

“Matt please don’t do that it actually sends shivers down my spine “I told him looking at him opening the water bottle with his teeth.

“Here I need to go to the bathroom” I gave him order numer and went into the toilet.

We ate in the car talking shit about people and than we got to the happy ice and I was holding the camera.

“Guys if he won’t take cherry for me I’m going to break up with him. I told him he needs to guess what I want” I whispered to the camera.

“Here I bought cherry flavored for you?” He came up to me with the desert and I smiled.

“Ah still need that anniversary gift then” I said to the camera when Matt took it from me and looked at me confused but I only smiled at him.

We walked around while we ate and then we came back to the car. While we were driving I saw a very handsome guy and me an Nick made a funny face in the same time looking after him.

“This guy was so hot!!” Nick yelled and I gave him high 5.

“ I knew you’re going to say that!” Chris said.

“y/n I’m not talking to you anymore” Matt said and I made a sad face.

“You love me Matty he was like 4 you are a 10” I said and he smiled.

“So technically you think I’m a 10?” Chris asked.

“Well yes but then you open your mouth” I said and everyone laughed.

When we came home I took my shoes off and sat down on the couch when boys finished up the video.

“Okay we’re done… that was fun thanks for coming with us and filming” nick said and he sat down next to me.

“I had fun too! I hope everyone is not going to kill me for being in the video” I said.

“They’re going to love you” he said and I smiled.

“Movie night?” Matt asked from the kitchen.

“Movie night!” I said happily.

He smiled and me and I hugged a pillow close to me. I was so relaxed after spending day with them. Nick was right. They were my favorite humans in the whole world.

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Sam or Colby who has really bad baby fever and is trying to convince reader to start trying and eventually they give in :)

Warnings: pregnancy talk, baby fever, fluff

Enjoy!

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You move your eyes from your phone, to playfully glare at your boyfriend who is sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “Babe.” You say, holding back laughter.

“What?” Sam asks looking up at you, knowing damn well what you’re talking about, “Is everything okay?”

You squint your eyes, “I know what you’re doing.” He squints his eyes back, “What is it that I am doing, exactly?” You turn your phone around, showing him the cute baby video that he sent you on TikTok.

“Another one?”

He pouts, “Isn’t she so cute.” He sits up, swinging his legs off the couch, “Think about it, baby.” He gets up, moving over to sit by you, “A bunch of baby toys scattered all over the floor. A cute little baby laughing and giggling at us.”

You chew on your lip. Sam has been on this we need a baby kick for the last few weeks. Every time you go to target he accidentally walks you through the baby stuff, stopping to point out a cute, tiny onesie.

“But what about all the bad times? The every two hour wake up calls. The sleepless nights, the non stop crying, and the poop. Babies poop, constantly, Sam.”

He shrugs, laying a hand on your knee, “Baby.” He scoffs, a smile creeping onto his face, “I think we could do it.”

He leans in, “I know we can do it.”

You look up at him, staring up at him as your mind races through the images of him being a dad. Holding a little tiny baby in his arms, shushing and gently bouncing them to sleep.

Picturing Sam as a dad, was hot.

“I read that if you do missionary, you’ll have better luck at conceiving a girl.” You smirk slowly, “Not sure how true that is, but..” He raises his brows, “So you have been thinking about this, too?”

You shrug, “On and off, yes.”

He slides a hand to your stomach and moves closer to kiss your cheek, “You.. are going to look so fucking sexy pregnant.” He moves to kiss your neck, “Picturing you with a baby bump, fuck. Makes me love you ten times more.”

With that you spring up, bending down to grab his hand and off to the bedroom you go to start the newest chapter of your life.

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Thank you for much for reading. As always, let me know how you like it and I love you so much!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[luvr4miya]

A HUNCH; M. STURNIOLO

MATT STURNIOLO X F!(QUIET)!READER

warnings: none!

a/n: requested! hopefully you like it anon! <3

wc: 1,154 (short)

SYNOPSIS: The beginning of a relationship may be rocky, but with you and Matt, it never happened that way. He understood you more than anyone else, and he always knew what you wanted before you even had to say it.

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You knew it was kind of foolish to be nervous to ask something of someone - especially someone like your boyfriend - but it never came easy to you.

You and Matt have only been official for a little over two months, but it’s already been a million times better than your other relationships. You’ve known him and the triplets for a little while now and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t drawn to Matt the very second you saw him. His perfectly parted hair, his pretty eyes, his smile.

For someone as reserved as yourself, your closest friends around you could always tell you had more than just kind feelings for the boy. But being that reserved person, it wasn’t easy to admit something like that, let alone tell Matt you’ve developed romantic feelings for him. So, you spent years trying to convince yourself that your admiration for the boy was purely platonic. You couldn’t face it if he were to reject you; you wouldn’t just be losing the boy you loved, but your best friends, too.

To anyone else but you, it was even more obvious the feelings Matt has for you were. Lingering glances, smiling a little too wide when you decided to participate in a group activity, or the butterflies he felt swarming in his stomach when he ‘accidentally’ sits a tad too close to you on the couch. But he could never tell you how he feels.. you’d only reject him, right?

After far too long, Nick and Chris were tired of the silent pining. From the quiet, defeated sighs that left your mouth when Matt didn’t join your movie nights, to the whining from their brother about how much he wishes you were his girl.

Once the two boys were done playing matchmaker, you and Matt couldn’t be happier together. With the relationship still being in its early stages, it still took some getting used to everything a real relationship comes with. It never upset you, you were more than happy to be able to experience something like this with the man you were hopelessly in love with for the past few years. But that didn’t mean anything about you changed.

You still liked to keep to yourself, to not cause a distraction, or to not speak when you didn’t feel like doing so. And Matt still (and will always) loves that about you.

You both tended to be quiet people, especially in public, it just felt more natural to the two of you. And with that, it was easier to confide in each other, since you both understand how the other may feel in that moment. You couldn’t be more ecstatic to have such a patient and understanding boyfriend.

But even with your love and trust in him, the anxiousness for rejection still lingered in the back of your mind. You were never one for hugs or anything of the sort, but with Matt… it was different. His touch was comforting and safe; it left you with a warm feeling inside.

You wanted it.. you just hated asking for it.

It wasn’t too often that Matt held you in his arms, besides at night. If he notices you becoming anxious in a public setting, he’ll immediately reach for your hand and bring you close to him, but other than that, Matt just doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

He’d love to smother your face with kisses and make you rest on his chest while you guys watch a movie together, but he knows that sometimes physical touch can be too much on a bad day.

Every since he met you, he always found you interesting. Not just because you were quiet or held a lot of the same qualities as him, but because of the way you handle yourself (your beauty was just a bonus). From then on, he’s studied the way you react to certain phrases and plans and made sure to either avoid specific outings or to do something that came natural to him: being quiet. Sometimes silence can be tense and awkward, but with Matt, it was only the opposite. It felt secure, a soft layer of comfortable solitude shared with another person.

As you sat on the couch at the triplets’ house, you wait for your boyfriend to get out of the bathroom as you click through unseen movies. Hearing the door creak, it grabs your ears’ attention but doesn’t make your head turn.

“Finally.” You tease softly, glancing over at him. Matt walks over to you in a plain white tee with plaid pajama pants, the untied string seemingly holding them up without having to be tied. His hair was slightly messy, his hands in it just seconds prior. Reluctantly tearing your gaze away from the pretty man, your eyes focus back on the tv screen a few feet away.

“Hey.” Matt huffs lightly, throwing himself down on the couch beside you. “Did you pick anything yet?” He asks, following your line of sight, watching the movie titles pass by. With a shake of your head in response, he chuckles softly. “You’re making fun of me for how long I was in the bathroom, but you haven’t picked a movie the entire time?” He says playfully, poking your side gently. Smacking his hand away once it starts to tickle, you send him a joking glare, a small smile tugging at your lips once you see his.

A few minutes pass and you both decide to rewatch one of your favorites, too exhausted to pick and find a new one. Sitting beside him, Matt sprawled out on his couch, giving his legs room to stretch. He quickly picked up on your tense body language as your legs scrunch up under yourself and the way - only he could see - your fingers twitched, signaling for something more.

“C’mere, baby,” Matt broke the silent argument in your head as you looked over at him. He was motioning for you to get closer as he lightly patted his legs. Sensing your hesitation, his hands envelope your hips, gasping when he drags you over towards him. Lying you down on top of him, he wraps his arms around your back, squeezing you into him. “‘S’this okay?” He whispers, his head resting on yours as you dig yours further into his neck.

“Mhm,” humming in response, your once-tense body relaxes in his hold, immediately becoming one with him. His steady heartbeat calmed you as yours became synced.

“Don’t be scared to ask me somethin’, okay? You know I have absolutely no problem holding my girl.” Matt whispers, pressing a sweet kiss to your head, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your back.

With a quiet, “okay,” leaving your lips, you let yourself melt into him, slowing succumbing to sleep instead of rewatching a movie you considered a classic.

Only he knew you better than yourself.

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a/n: lol buckle up 4 this one hahahhaaaahhhh....

warnings/content ahead: really heavy angst, death of a loved one, bsf!sturniolo triplets, mentions of self harm, crying, negative thoughts to oneself, hatred toward a parent, comforting!matt, comforting!chris, comforting!nick, all yall hurting in this

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PERMANENT

You've always been there, since the very beginning. From the zoomed in pictures challenges they'd do in Boston for YouTube, still young and exploring, to the second tour they went on, more serious and dedicated.

Every memory they had, you were a part of it. You were laced into their mind like metal strings, they couldn't not think of you if they'd tried. You felt permanent.

6 years old

The wind blew past your wild hair as you watched children laugh and run in glee, the sun leaving a warm cast onto your skin as everything was tinted in the golden rays of the hot star. The summer heat had your baby hair stick to your forehead as you sat at the birch bench, watching innocent laughter falter through your ears and children playing with no care in the world.

Your chest felt hollow under the sundress your father had dressed you in, the feeling of utter sadness swimming along your body as everyone was paired with friends. All but you.

The frown seated on your lips undeniable, you watched identical boys sit behind each other on the top of the slide, choosing the adventurous side of sliding down, going down backwards.

"Nick, I don't wanna do this!" One of the blond boys complained as he tightened his grip on the blue slide, sitting in the middle of the two. "Come on Matt, we're not gonna die!" Another argued back, your small brain lost track of who was who, but your attention didn't shift from them.

"Let's go, Chris, push me and Matt–and then–and then super quickly jump behind us and go backwards with us!" The blond boy urged and you watched as the boy in orange sucked in a breath, making up the courage. You wished you were playing with them, the happiness glittering in their eyes remarkable from miles away.

You somehow felt sadder.

All three giggled before anything even happened. It started off as small nervous giggles, before the others caught on and full-blown laughed, their eyes squinting as they lost their scared demeanor. You laughed along, watching the humor radiate off them and onto you. Joy shot through you just looking at them, you were giggling with them unknowingly.

"Okay! Okay! Chris, three.. two... two and a half..." They were pushed down the slide in an instant, their backs aimed right to the ground. "I didn't say go!" One screamed in a mix of utter horror and excitement, clearly taken by surprise at the sudden push.

They laughed their entire way down the slide, falling to the ground and piling on top of each other.

They stayed on the ground for a moment, soaking up the sudden adrenaline as they laughed. It looked fun, you felt excitement build up in your chest just looking at them. "Chris!" one laughed, "Nick didn't say go!"

"Yeah!" the other agreed, "I said two and a half!"

"Two and a half? What kind of dumb shit is that?"

"Chris, next time when I say 'go' you push us!" The one in the purple got up, getting rid of any dirt that stuck to his clothes.

"No! I don't want to push you guys again!" The one in the orange crossed his arms over each other. "Matt?" The one in the purple raised an eyebrow.

"No way, José!"

They fall into laughter at the use of 'no way, josé'. You didn't understand why it was funny, but you grinned with them. 

"Fine then! Let's find someone who will push us!"

"Why can't it just be you, Nick?" The one in the blue sighed.

"I don't wanna."

Moments longer of dialogue are exchanged between the three as you study them, unable to take your eyes off them as they begin searching around the playground.

They ask multiple children the same question, but the kids were all caught up with their own thing. That was, until they approached you.

"Hey!" The purple one ran toward you as his brothers followed behind. "What's–" He swallows quickly. "What's your name?" He wonders, catching his breath. Your heart skips a beat and you're suddenly sitting straight up on the wooden bench.

You mutter your name, and wide smiles are exchanged between all three. "Well, I'm Nick!" The one in the purple points to himself, "This is my brother Chris," He points to the one in the orange, "and that's Matt!"

"You all look the same." You point out unapologetically, they just shrug. "We're triplets." Chris says as he squinted to look at you, the sun hitting his blue eyes directly. You nod, "Like twins but three?"

"Yes! Like twins but three." Nick confirms and Matt just lingered behind him. "Wanna come play with us? We need somebody to push us down that slide." He perks up from behind Nick, pointing to the slide as you feel yourself getting excited. Since the moment you sat there, all you wanted to do was play with them.

"Yes, I'll help you guys." You get up from your spot on the bench as they give each other looks of victory. "Follow us!"

In seconds, you were seated backwards on the slide, between Nick's legs as you all slid down the tall blue slide at ultra-speed. Or, that's how it felt like for your child-like minds. "Are you ready, guys!?" Nick called out. "Yes! Now go! Go! Go!" Matt called out, and you pushed them with you in an instant.

You all yelled out giggles of shock, falling on top of all of them last as they rolled around the ground, trying to get up and do it again.

"Again! Again!"

"It was so freakin' funny falling on top of you guys." You wholeheartedly giggle, fixing the skirt of your dress as you took Matt's hand to help you up. You were beaming, the first time in your element.

"What!? Now I wanna push you guys!" Nick said, running to the ladder of the slide. "No! I want to!" Matt argued, letting go of your hand as he tried to make it to it before Nick did.

14 years old

You blew out a ragged breath, watching as it turned to cold frost in the air. You weren't sure how they could allow this, but you had been one of the only girls in the hockey team, ready to be drifted off into the ice rink.

You watched as Chris quickly swerved on the ice, passing the puck to Nate who made it his complete mission to score. They were blocked, the opposing team snatching the puck out of Nate's grasp and darting for their net.

Panic set in your stomach, wishing you could hop on the ice and take the puck from them. You sat on the bench beside Matt, you two were up next, and you shot him a worried glance. This wasn't going too well.

Your team was down a score, and there were two rounds left, including this one. You had already scored once before, other teammates alongside you and Nate. You were on the edge of your seat, watching as Chris stole the puck back and swiftly skated past the opposing team, fast and stealthy, pushing past a few shoulders, bumping them off to the side.

You felt proud of him, your gloved hands screwed tight into a fist as he was moments away from scoring. "Come on, Chris." Matt whispered from beside you, just as attentive as you. "Come on." You mutter, repeating his words, hoping the universe would listen and hand him the goal.

As the words leave your lips, Chris makes a swerve and a turn, pushing past a tall player and lifting his stick for a quick push, ultimately scoring the goal.

You and Matt jump up immediately, cheering and praising Chris with pride alongside other teammates. He and Nate skate toward you guys with sheepish grins after celebrating with their team as the crowd cheered. It takes you a moment to realize you and Matt were up now. And the scores were tied.

"Up to you guys now." Nate says lazily, giving you two an all knowing smile as he takes his helmet off. "They got this," Chris puts a hand on your padded shoulder. "Right?"

You nodded. "We got this." You breathed in, looking at Matt for some sort of agreement. He was just as terrified as you. "We got this?" He questions. You secure your helmet on. "We totally do, don't we Matt?" We're fucked. You thought.

"Yeah, yeah. Heh."

"Matt, don't let her get squished in the rink, okay? Those dudes are huge." Chris said as everyone got ready for the next round. "You saw how well she did a few minutes ago, I wouldn't be worried." Nate said with a shrug, and the pressure on you felt outweighing, although there was no pressure at all.

"Nah, either way, I will. The size difference is wild." Matt shook his head, securing his mouthguard. That reminds you, you put yours on too.

"Thenth when thid they allow girlths to play againthst boyths anyway?" You wonder out loud, immediately regretting deciding to speak after securing your mouthguard on, giving you a built-in lisp over your teeth. The boys around you erupt into immediate laughter, and you roll your eyes.

Their laughs are so loud and ridiculous, the teammates around you stare, and you can't help but chuckle along. 

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, laugh ith up."

-

The helmet pressed against your forehead, you were on the ice but you were beaded in sweat, your face completely flushed as you were beyond concentrating on the play in front of you. You watch the puck switch between teammate to teammate all from the otherside of the hockey pitch.

You swallow built in saliva in your mouth when you see the puck being passed onto Matt. He looks up, maintaining a balance between keeping the puck with him as he searches for you, eventually landing his eyes on you. Your eyes widen.

This round has been going on for so long, everyone had quickly begun to run out of comfortable time to score. It was either now or never. Matt pushed against the ice, skating to you before abruptly stopping when someone tried stealing the puck from him. He was still so far, but he still did it. He flung the puck to you and you were moments away from getting the score for your team.

You pushed past male players, it was a struggle but you managed. Cold wind prickled the tip of your runny nose as you pushed through it. Nick watched from the crowd, seated by his parents and older brother, Nate's parents and siblings, and your father. Everyone was watching, and it was all up to you now.

Your ears rang, everything went silent, and you scored. It felt like a blur. Your senses come back to you in an instant. Noticing just how loud everyone is and how bright everything was, you realize you have won your team, a chuckle escaping your mouth.

In seconds, your entire team comes swerving in, lifting you up from a crowd and cheering your name. It takes you a second to realize that Matt and Chris were the ones who held you up, the rest volunteering, keeping you steady. You shove your helmet off, spitting your mouthguard out and cheering.

You searched the crowd, seeing your dad give you a wide and proud smile, chanting your name beside your best friend Nick, who was doing the same.

16 years old

You cannot believe you had just watched your best friend's house just burn down.

Your father was out of town, trusting you little enough not to let you stay home alone, not wanting to come home to a mess of a house-party. Whatever.

You were staying with your best friends, which was better. Nick was off at some pool party you didn't want to go to, the girls there didn't particularly like you. It's not that you cared, you just wished they'd give you a chance. All you wanted was a girl friend who didn't see you as competition. You weren't sure what you did, but it hurt.

In seconds, the house was smoked up with gray fog and flames, making it hard to breathe and see. You ran out of the house in your pajamas as Matt and Chris ran out in their underwear in panic. A helicopter flooded the scene and firefighters broke in. It was all happening so fast you felt your heart fall to your ass.

The entire neighborhood came out and watched the scene, a neighbor offering Matt and Chris some clothes, which they gradually took. "Where's Justin?" You ask, referring to their older brother in worry. "Yeah where–" Chris wonders, out of breath before landing his gaze behind you. You turn around to see Justin, completely dripped out in swag with a backpack over his shoulder, unfazed.

"Your house is on fire." You try reminding, looking for some sort of panic in his eyes. He just pops a shoulder.

Apparently he was aware, in his room picking out an outfit and collecting everything he needed in a backpack, taking his sweet time. You laughed. You had to give it to him.

The scene however, was overall traumatizing. You were watching Chris play Fortnite with Matt and friends when realization hit that the house was on fire,  and now you guys were on your way to Nate's house, who'd heard the news.

They shoved the clothes over their heads in the car, asking you over and over, "Are you okay?" You were still pretty shaken up, but managed to give them a smile. "Other than the fact I lost all the clothes and stuff I brought, I barely even have a scratch."

"Hey, we lost all our shit too, you know." Matt says, you spare him an apologetic look. If this was hard on you, this must've been 10x worse on them. You sat between them, laying a head on Matt's shoulder and hand on Chris's knee. "I'm sorry."

"You weren't the one who started the fire." Chris laughed. That's true. It was his aunt who dropped a lit cigarette, but still, guilt settled in your stomach. You felt sorry for them and wanted them to know.

"The time will pass." Their dad said from the driver's seat, his accent boring into your ears as you nodded. "Damn straight, Dad." Matt agreed, sighing. They needed all the comfort they could get now.

You reach Nate's house and you all jump out in an instant, greeted by his family first before looking for him in his bedroom. Walking in, you see him playing Fortnite on his computer, making you three chuckle.

You all stand behind him, watching him play. "Bro, you're only level 27?" Chris questioned with a mock. 

"Your house burnt down." Nate answers blankly.

Now

They were thriving. Their careers reached an all time high and their fame beyond measurable, even if it didn't feel like it.

A-list celebrities recognized them, praising their humor and content. Living in LA now and never leaving the house without getting recognized, a photo being shot of them next to one too many strangers all the time as you would tag along, trailing behind them.

You've never had an interest in being the famous one, beyond okay with the fact that they were the ones in the limelight, not you. But, just being friends with them had its consequences.

You didn't run in the channel, but you were referenced a lot, even when you weren't around. If you weren't making an appearance in the channel, you were brought up, a common topic between the three. The fans knew who you were, and while half loved and praised you, the other half hated your guts. You grew to accept it, the more people like you, the more people hate you. That's what your father would tell you.

The fans were harsh, constantly scanning everything you'd do or say to your best friends, analyzing every word that comes out of your mouth. It had gotten to the point where they'd zoom in on your hands in videos, disgusted with the fact that your hands were shaking, or the way you were picking at your nails. Nothing went unseen.

Although your best friends were in the limelight, you fell victim to it too, but never for the right stuff. The fans were hypocrites, toying with your emotions. The same day they would express their disgust in your behavior, was the same day they would praise a new photo that was posted of you. It felt overwhelming and confusing, making an ugly mix of anxiety in your stomach.

Now, you were seated on the couch by Matt, who was scrolling on his phone mindlessly. Multiple people were over at their house, hanging out, playing games, and overall having fun. A majority were influencers, you being one out of a very little who was only there because you knew who the triplets were, not because you had an active social media.

Your thumb taps on the comments of your new post. You didn't post regularly, very rarely at most, your excuse being that you weren't an influencer. You didn't need to. But the pressure was just as bad. It felt just as bad.

You knew you shouldn't open the comments, you knew it was the number one rule not to scroll too far down under your own post, but your thumb insisted. The curiosity in your chest begging to know what the judging eyes think of you now.

You smiled at a comment, but dropped it at a negative one. Comments brought up the way you were acting in a recent video, or how flimsy your hair was in the photo. They pointed out stuff you hadn't even noticed about yourself. Your chest felt heavy but hollow.

You hear your name being called, turning your head to find Nick motioning you to come over. "We're gonna film a TikTok, wanna be in it?" He wore a wide smile, and he was excited. Chris looked over at you, with a crooked grin that signified he was going to be in the TikTok, waiting for your response. The influencers surrounding them all collectively turned to look at you, and for the first time, you didn't feel like wallpaper. Their stares are intense on you, you almost choke up on your own words.

"Nah, I'm okay." You smiled, dropping your head to look back down on your phone, a silent way of telling them they could look away now. Matt however, was now the one looking at you as everyone turned to look away. "You okay?" He asks, keeping his voice low enough so no one around can hear him. Your eyes flick up, and you fake a confused look. "What?" You wonder.

He's known you 14 years of your life, and you still wondered how he'd figured out so quickly that something had been on your mind. "Something's wrong." He points out, his phone screen shutting due to lack of touch. Your eyes dart around him, flicking from his eyes to the blank wall behind him, to the cushion between you two. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He studied your face, like he was looking for something he could see right through. You shoved your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. You had a bad habit of picking your nails when you were lying or anxious, and everyone close to you knew that. His eyes dropped to your pocket-covered hands, and he swallowed. If he was aware of the fact that you were picking your nails right now, he didn't show any signs of it. "Okay." He muttered, letting you go. You felt as if bricks were being lifted from off your chest, letting out a held in breath.

He goes back to using his phone before he's interrupted by a pretty content creator, you noticed she's had her eye on him for a while and you weren't fond of invading privacy, so you get up and navigate to the kitchen where everyone radiates with happiness. They were laughing, genuinely glowing. You smiled. Their joy rubbed off onto you, and after a few minutes, the thoughts about the negative comments left your mind, and you were now making clay shapes with Nick and some friends.

Chris stood behind you guys with the male friends he invited over, playing rap music from his phone as he watched you shape a carrot. "What the fuck is that?" He laughs as everyone, including you, bop their head to the music playing. "A carrot, what else would it be?" You roll your eyes, fixing the point of the orange clay.

"Looks like a..." His open sentence leaves his mouth empty handed, making everyone turn to look at your sculpture. They burst out into laughter and you can't help but chuckle along. "What is it? Looks like what?"

"Looks like fuckin' male genitalia." Nick laughs, and that makes you lose it, full blown laughing with Chris, who found the way Nick worded that hilarious, before hearing your phone ring.

You force yourself to swallow your laugh down, taking out your phone and looking at the contact. It was your mother. You felt your heart drop. Every humor in your body now dissolved.

You never spoke to your mother. You don't even have her contact saved, but you memorized her number, knowing exactly who it was. Nick and Chris watch you swallow, trying to read the look on your face due to the suddenness of your quietness. You drop your eyes back to your phone, watching it ring. You hated her. But you had to pick up.

"Excuse me." You spare a grin to the table, pushing yourself off the chair, the girls and guys nodding their heads like they understood you had to pick up an important phone call, but Nick and Chris just gave each other a shared look.

You walk to the nearest empty room, which happened to be Matt's. You closed the door behind you, making the friends out seem a lot quieter than they actually were. You swipe on your phone, lifting it to your ear.

"Hello?" You utter, your tongue feeling heavy on your mouth. Long, dreadful seconds pass, and you begin to think this was a prank call, someone with a similar number as your mother fucking with you.

"Your father died."

That was it.

No, Hello. No, How are you, daughter?

Just, Your father died.

Your heart seemed to respond faster than your mind, feeling it boom louder and louder in your chest as you responded with a "What?", unsure of what you just heard.

"He died yesterday morning." You couldn't read the expression in her voice, she sounded nonchalant, almost like she didn't care. He died yesterday morning. You repeated the words in your mind, trying to find some sort of verbal error in what you heard.

He died yesterday morning.

And you just sat around laughing. You were having fun with your friends, laughing without a care, when your father had died. The closest one to you, gone without your knowledge, the only way of learning about it through your mother.

Every negative feeling hits you at once, your eyes glassing in guilt, shame, hurt, loss, everything in between. "How?" You felt yourself asking, your voicing coming out more vulnerable than you'd like your mother to hear.

"Seizure. No one was by his side when it hit him, he was found lying on his bedroom floor." She didn't sound like your mother, she didn't sound like anyone you knew. She sounded foreign and disgusting.

No one was by his side when it hit him.

You were just visiting Boston last week. He had been fine, ecstatic and joyous to see you. He had looked up at you up and down, his eyes watering at how much you've grown and matured. He spoke to you about his excitement for when he becomes a grandpa, you had told him to calm down, reminding him of how young you actually were. How it won't be happening anytime soon.

Now it won't be happening at all.

"I assume nobody told you, little one?" You felt your heart clench in anger, the nickname coming out of your mother's mouth sounding ugly and stenched. You didn't answer her, giving her the answer she expected.

You were frozen in shock, and the hand holding your phone shaking beyond control as burning tears found their ways down your cheek.

"He left you everything in his will. Which, of course, isn't much," she clicked her tongue, "but enough to last you the next few decades. A lot of it is his retirement money, so lucky you."

Lucky you.

"I wish it was you instead." Your voice was barely even audible for yourself, but your mother had heard it, and you hung up before she could respond. Your stomach felt like it was burning its insides up, and your chest felt like it was caving in on itself. You didn't know how simple words that made its way through your ears had affected you physically so much, your knees almost losing balance as you tried to swallow down the tears. You couldn't.

It was impossible to keep yourself from crying, no matter how hard you tried to hold in your breath or push it down, the tears came out faster, hotter. You were forcing yourself to sob in silence on your best friend's bedroom floor, your father dying without you even by his side, and the news coming to you by the only person you've ever declared your hatred for. You felt pathetic, and so fucking guilty.

The pain unbearable all at once, you accidentally let a yelp of a cry slip from your mouth, immediately lifting both your hands to shut your mouth up, pressing your palms on top of each other as you forced your mouth closed, saving yourself the embarrassment of anyone hearing you on top of that.

No matter how long you stayed on that floor, the tears wouldn't stop. They couldn't stop, your heart ached so much to the point of physical pain. You get sick of it, wiping your tears off to the side and forcing yourself up, a pang of utter dizziness hits you in the head, and you lean on the wall for a moment.

Your nose was running, your eyes mimicking the action as you blinked all the tears away temporarily, needing to find a way to leave without anybody noticing your sobbing face. You shoved your hands in your pockets as your mind began to scan all the possible ways for you to leave unnoticed, picking hard at the side of your nails. You scan the room, as if it would give you a suggestion for something.

You lost control of your tears a while ago, now they were just sliding down your face because they can. The side of your finger stings, taking your hands out of your pocket, you swallow. With uncontrollable shaking hands, you notice the blood dripping down your thumb. You had picked on your skin a little too hard. Yet you couldn't feel it, your senses all too focused on your emotional pain, rather than your physical.

Sniffing, you let the blood drop before wiping it, blinking away your blurred eyes. You reach for your phone, hoping Nick would see the text you're about to send him.

i'm going to leave matt's room, please distract everyone with a joke or something.

You knew you'll regret the message later, but you were desperate. You wanted to leave as soon as possible, depending on your best friend to help you through it. But quickly, you feel the utter pain of needing him by you. Now may not be the best time, considering how much fun he was having with his friends, but disregarding the feeling of selfishness weighing in your stomach, you needed your best friend with you.

or come see me. i need you, nick please

A tear dropped on the screen of your phone. Standing there, you waited for your message to be read. 2 minutes pass of damp staring, before giving up, seeing that he was too busy to see your message.

Your palms were cold but sweaty, your tears have calmed down and you were now battling a runny nose. Maybe, if you keep your head down, you can run through without anybody paying any mind to you. Wiping your palms on your pants, you build up the courage, your heart feeling too heavy for your chest. 

Placing a hand on Matt's door knob, you're about to pull it open before it pushes open on you. Instinctively, you panic. You can't have anybody seeing you like this. That was until you realize it was Chris who had entered the room, closing the door behind him. He lifted his eyes to you, widening his eyes after taking in your appearance. You hold your breath, feeling his surprised stare burn holes into you, mimicking his look, just as surprised as he is. But not for the same reason.

All it took was for Chris to mutter your name and you burst out crying. "Oh, oh," He murmured, a hand leaning behind your neck and head, pulling you into his chest as you cried harder, in desperate need of any form of comfort. He hugged your shoulders, as your tears seeped into his shirt.

"I saw the text you sent to Nick's phone, are you okay?" He kept his voice soft and quiet, sending small strokes through your hair. You shook your head. "No." You were practically out of breath, your meltdown taking all the energy out of you. "I'm not okay, Chris." He held you, keeping you close to him as he listened to you cry. Waves of sadness and hurt immediately fall through him, unable to see you like this.

Chris was an empath at heart, he spent a lot of his time reminiscing about the past, whether the memories were fond or dreadful. His mood would change depending on his loved ones' moods. He couldn't help it, you meant the world to him.

"What happened?" He whispered as you felt his hand glide down your hair, smoothing it down in comfort. You forced yourself to utter what had happened. "My dad." Was all you managed to weep. All your mouth accepted to let out. You couldn't see him, but Chris's eyes flew open. 

His stroking stopped. What had happened to your father? He wondered. He cared for him just as much as you did, the bond your father had with the triplets was strong. "Your dad?" He repeated, his voice laced with more worry. He felt himself get more nervous as you took your time to answer.

"Gone, Chris." You pulled away, looking up at him with wet glistening skin that trailed under your eyes, down your cheeks, and under your nose, your eyes bloodshot red. He gave you a worried and puzzled look. "He died." You gasp, "And nobody told me but her." He watched your lips tremble as you lifted your hands to cry in them, the news feeling more real to you now that you've muttered it out.

All the blood flushed from Chris's face as he processed your words. He was no Einstein, but he automatically knew who "her" was, and his mutual distaste for your mother. "He died. Your father died." He repeated your words, shocked in place as you nodded.

"I need to get everybody out of the house." Chris swallowed, quietly talking to himself. You lift your head up, "What?"

"I need to get everybody out of the house." He said only slightly louder this time, getting out of Matt's room as you just watched him.

-

That had only been a taste of the beginning. Weeks have passed and you've fallen into a hole of severe depression, everything becoming harsher and worse for you after you attended your fathers funeral, your best friends obviously coming along. Your mother hadn't gone though. You felt sick to your stomach.

The days went by slow, and the three closest people to you watched you fall victim to sloth. You had trouble getting out of bed, showering, prioritizing yourself, it had come to a point where the ability to get up and grab something to eat had become a chore. You did nothing all day but sleep and waste your time away. They tried everything in their gut to help you.

Matt would cancel important plans to look after you, Nick would come in and clean your room, catching you up in everything, Chris would make you food and sit down with you. It was all useless, it was if you didn't exist. You were there, but gave no response. They had no idea what to do, unable to watch you do this to yourself, but also unable to help you. They began falling into their own sadness, watching their best friend in such effective agony.

A knock went through your door, you didn't respond, but the door still opened up anyway, revealing Matt. He looked horrible, his hair messy and his eyebags dark. "How are you feeling?" He questioned, he asked this every single morning. Not a day would go by without him asking that. You didn't say anything. He hadn't heard your voice in weeks. He swallowed, your face pressed against the pillow and you blinked lazily and sadly at him. Just as much as he expected.

"You need to shower." He said sternly, the idea already weighing on you like a job. You turned to the other side of your bed, facing the wall instead. "I know," He sighed, getting closer to you. "But I need you to cooperate, please." He begged, taking the blankets completely off you. You squirmed, groaning in annoyance and going to reach for them again. "Ah, ah ah." He warned, scooping you up before you could get them. You yelped at the sudden action, hooking your arms around his neck as he took you to the bathroom.

"Matt," You actually said his name, taking him by surprise. "Put me down." You huffed. "I can't." He said, almost like he wanted to listen to you, but knew he couldn't. "I can't keep feeding into this."

"I'm fine, Matt."

"You're not, and you know you aren't. You are one of the most self-aware people I know. Why are you just watching yourself do this yourself?" He was hurt, his voice cracking as he put you in the empty tub, clothes and all. You were about to protest before you're suddenly sprayed with freezing cold water, gasping.

"I'll bring you a new set of clothes." He says. "Nick will come in here and monitor you." And he's gone.

-

You numbly sat in the fully filled up bath tub of water, watching Nick wipe away a tear from his cheek. He'd just seen the scars on your body, and it was only a matter of time until he would tell Matt and Chris. You had no energy to hold yourself up, and Nick forced himself to move past the subject, lingering feelings of betrayal in his stomach. Why would you do this to yourself?

It all hurts, for everyone. He sniffed from a red splotchy nose, "Hands up." He ordered with a soft cry. The least you could offer him was listening, doing as you're told as he takes a washcloth and begins cleaning your body. "I'm sorry." You spoke into thin air, your voice barely audible. You told yourself he didn't hear you, but he did. He very much did, he just didn't respond. He couldn't respond. He continued cleaning you.

He washed your hair for you, cleaned your body for you, brushed through your hair before finally handing you a towel.

"I miss you." He murmured after a long silent while, and it felt as if a knife had twisted in your heart. I'm sorry.

"So much." He gulped, his pale complexion red with the amount of blood rushed to his face, in nothing but sadness.

Nick left you alone in the bathroom, just your physical body and your mental thoughts.

You felt shameful and selfish, but you had no idea how to go about it. How were you supposed to heal when you'd caused this much damage? To them, every corner of their minds and memory, you were permanent. What if you became temporary.

You were there from the beginning, but what if you didn't make it to the end?

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IN WHICH…. Chris is obsessed with Y/n's lips and her lipgloss combo

WARNINGS: nothing really. kissing, mentions of kids. no smut but sexual activities are hinted at and talked about.

shoutout to my pookie @bratzforchris for giving me this idea!!!

Chris was obsessed.

He couldn’t help it, watching his baby momma glide the lip pencil in a dark brown shade around her lips, a nude lipstick following before her signature lipgloss that just so happened to be cherry flavored.

It was his favorite lip combo on her. The way it made her lips pop, the way it shined when caught in the light, and most of all, how it tasted when he went to kiss her.

“Why you keep looking at me like that?” Chris snaps out of his love daze and blinks a few times before meeting her eyes. “Huh? Look at you like what?”

“You staring at me mad hard with those blue-ass eyes. It can be cute but kind of scary.” She jokes as she sets her lipgloss back in her purse.

The family of three had just finished eating out as a celebration for their child winning her spelling bee. Y/n’s lip combo had gotten messed up due to her eating, hence her fixing it in the car.

“Damn, these blue-ass eyes can’t admire their fine-ass baby momma?” Y/n rolls her eyes before flipping the mirror up and fastening her seatbelt.

“Boy bye. Let’s go, Solana is falling asleep and she still needs to take a bath.”

“Let me get a kiss.”

“Boy, I just put my lipgloss on! No!”

“And? I don’t care, give me a kiss.”

She huffs but leans over the compartment to give him a kiss. What she planned on being a short and simple show of affection, turned into something a bit steamier. She quickly pulls away and points to the half-asleep child in the back seat.

“Your daughter is right there Christopher. Take us home.” He huffs and licks his lips, the artificial cherry flavor coating his taste buds. “Fucking cockbloc-OW!” he holds his shoulder in pain, glaring at the girl in the passenger seat.

“Don’t call my child a fucking cockblock. Now stop being a little boy and drive!”

They drive home and quickly get Lana in bed, rinsing her off in the shower before dressing her in pajamas.

Y/n walks into the bedroom and sees Chris sitting on the edge of the bed, already clad in sweatpants and his gold chain dangling on his naked chest. She walks past him to get to the closet but is quickly snatched onto his lap. Her hands fly to his shoulders to steady herself as his hands grope her ass.

“Lana’s asleep?”

His eyes are focused on her lips, not even bothering to look her in the eye.

“Yes Chris, our child is asleep.”

He smiles and smacks her ass, the sound echoing in the room.

“Good.”

His lips are instantly planted on hers, moaning as the cherry flavor he loves and worships so dearly invades his mouth.

“Fuck I love this lip gloss,” he mumbles through the kiss, flipping them over so she’s under him. “I’m running out.” She breathes heavily, out of breath from the intense makeout session.

“Then I gotta buy you more.”

The two make out for what seems like centuries before he goes to snake his hands down her shorts. She stops him and flips them over, straddling his waist.

“You gonna ride me tonight?” he has a cheeky smile on his face before it's quickly wiped away.

“No.” Chris furrows his brows in confusion making Y/n snicker. “So what are we doing then? Wait where are you going?” Y/n climbs off of Chris and begins walking to their bathroom.

“To the bathroom, I need to shower.” She states as if it was obvious.

Chris sits up, using his arms to support his weight, “are we going to have sex in the shower?”

Y/n lets out a laugh before stripping out of her clothes in front of Chris. His eyes hungrily take her in, his dick rising and forming a tent in his sweatpants.

“We aren’t doing anything besides sleeping tonight.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m on my period.” Without another word, she closes the bathroom door leaving Chris irritated and tremendously horny.

“This is bullshit,” he mumbles as he flops down on the bed, his arm covering his eyes.

He waits a few minutes before speaking loudly so Y/n can hear him.

“Your mouth isn’t bleeding!”

“Shut the fuck up before I put you on timeout for two weeks.”

Chris groans before grabbing his phone and going to his photo gallery.

“Looks like it’s me and you.” He pulls up an old video of him and Y/n from a few months ago, already pulling down his sweats.

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DEAR OWEN AND LEO

PART TWO THE NURSERY

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: nate and sls get their twins room ready and they have a surprise for her brothers.

warnings:swearing,mentions of pregnancy,fluff.

it had been a few days since nate and i moved into our apartment.we finally have everything organized and unpacked except for the twins room.

we were gonna work on that today at some point. right now we were currently in the car on our way home from shopping for nursery items and a few clothes.

my brothers were gonna meet us at our apartment to help nate build the cribs and dressers.

once we got to the apartment the boys were waiting on us and they helped nate carry all the heavy stuff as nick helped me carry all the clothes.

the boys painted the babies room a offwhite color a few days ago while i spent the day with my mom because its not good for me to breathe paint fumes while pregnant.

we put up the babies name signs up first and the wall decorations. their room was a off white color. the signs were in a circle and it said their names in cursive and bold print in black and white. owen matthew and leo antonio.

then they had a few little initals hung up along with two little signs that said owen and leo on them.

the theme of their room was zoo animals. nate and i both picked it out together. it was just a simple but sweet nursery.

after a few hours the boys got done with building the cribs,dresser and rocking chair. everything was set up and it was starting to hit me that i could have the twins in 5 months or less.

the room was complete me and nate just needed to put away all the clothes and stuff like that but we would do it another day.

i stood in the babies room with my brothers and nate and hugged him while i got teary eyed because of how cute the babies room is.

“aw dont cry princess”he chuckled as he wiped my tears pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“im just so inlove with their room its perfect i want to meet my babies already nate!” i said as i full on started to sob.

“they cant wait to meet mommy either but they’re not ready to come out yet they still have a lot of growing to do.”nate said as he rubbed my back soothingly.

her brothers just stood there in awe watching how nate was with the girl. they were so happy that it was him she was with and having babies by. deep down matt and nick knew the two would eventually end up together, chris knew too as much as he tried to deny it.

chris started getting teary eyed at his sister. “you’re making me cry sis”he said as he pulled her into a hug.

they all spent the evening together just watching movies as they ate wing stop for dinner. the girls biggest craving.

.•°♡°•.

it was now a month later. i was five almost six months pregnant now.nate and i were on our way to pick up my brothers because we were surprising them with taking them to a 3d ultrasound to see the twins.

they were going back to la soon for awhile, and they all have been talking about how they wanna see the twins at the ultrasound so i figured since they left for la in two days i would give them what they wanted.

we picked them up and headed to the ultrasound place without them knowing where we were going.

“cmon!just tell me already!!” chris whined.

“chris the whole purpose of a surprise is to be surprised!” nick said rolling his eyes.

i giggled. “were almost there chris youll see when we get there.” i said.

it was about a twenty minute drive from my moms to the ultrasound place, but we were about ten minutes away now.

i was super excited to see my babies faces again, and let my brothers see them too.

the twins were growing so good and they were healthy and everything was perfect with them.

once we got to the place chris gasped “am i gonna see owen!!?” he said.

“yeah you guys get to see your nephews today.”i said.

“come on lets go inside!”matt said excitedly.

nick was laughing as he was vlogging. nate and i gave my brothers permission to be able to talk and post about my pregnancy. the fans loved all the littke updates they would give them and theyd show pictures of my bumpdate. i find it so cute how my brothers loved being involved with my pregnancy and giving the fans updates.

we were now in the back of the ultrasound place and the nurse had me pull my shirt up revealing my bump so she could put the gel they use for the ultrasound on.

as soon as she put the gel on my belly she put the wand on my belly moving it around and showing little glimpses of the twins.

i looked over at my brothers and saw nick filming the ultrasound and matt was just in awe.

chris stood beside me watching the ultrasound. “which one is owen!” chris said excitedly.

“there he is chris.” i said pointing to him.

owen was just moving around in my belly a bit as leo was smiling.

chris got teary eyed taking his phone out and recording his nephews. matt was smiling and nick was pointing at the twins telling the camera which is which.

suddenly on the ultrasound screen you can see owen kicking leo. chris laughed “yeah thats my nephew” he said and everyone laughed.

nate chuckled. “son you better behave!” he said.

suddenly owen gives a big smile that melts my heart. i loved when we were able to see them and they would give small smiles.

“hes so cute” chris said as was sniffling.

“they both are so cute i cant wait for them to br born!” nick said as he sat the camera down to enjoy the moment now.

“look at little leo!”matt said excitedly.

the ultrasound tech printed out some pictures for us and the boys to keep. my brothers were excited to have their own ultrasound pictures of their nephews.

we left the ultrasound and headed back to my moms house. all the boys were talking about is their nephews and how excited they are. chris even got a photo frame to put owens picture in along with nick and matt putting both of the twins in their own frame.

just three more months til these sweet babies are here.

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I was the one who requested A Trip Down Memory Lane. I absolutely love it. If you were to make another sister reader story, you should do a part 2 of the triplets raiding her house. I think that would be an awesome fic

Ps. Thank you so much for writing my request. Love the fics

The “House Raid”

type: request ! read part one here ! 

pairing: sturniolo x little sister 

warnings: sfw, fluffy, lighthearted sibling banter 

summary: the triplets finally crash over at your place ! who knew the chaotic yet fun hangout would turn into a sleepover ? (the boys knew, you didn’t) 

notes: omg azul finally posting?? so glad to be getting back on my writing grind :3 apologies in advance for how long this is i might’ve gone a lil overboard 😭 anywho, happy reading and enjoy! <3 

WC: 4.9K 

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“Loki!” You stumble to a quick halt when your Bombay cat slips underneath the sofa, the clattering of his claws slowly coming to a stop. An exasperated sigh escapes you as you get down on your knees and lower your head so you can peek underneath the furniture. “Loki~” You call out softly, “Come here, baby.” 

As you begin to tap your pointer finger on the floorboards, the sound of claws clattering on the floor sounds from behind you. You quickly shift your focus from Loki camping under the sofa to your snowshoe cat who’s calmly making his way over to you. “Hey, Clyde.” You greet with a smile. The cat meows softly at your greeting and takes a seat where your head is lying on the floor. “Your brother is under the sofa.” 

Clyde meows again, this time a little longer, before he stretches his front legs, his tail sticking straight up as he does so. You eye him for a moment before turning your head to look back under the sofa. “Loki, come on. Matt’s gonna be here in a few minutes and he’s gonna want to meet all of you.” 

Nick texted you yesterday that they would be coming over to quote on quote, “raid your house” today. Ever since you received the message, you took it upon yourself to tidy up your place and make it look as nice as possible. The boy said they should be over by five o’clock if Chris wouldn’t demand a pit stop, which seemed unreasonable for Nick considering that they didn’t live that far from you. In fact, the drive from your place to theirs was only  30-minutes, maybe a little longer depending on traffic and such. 

Now, you didn’t have a very large place since it was just you and your cats living there so you didn’t have much to clean. However, since you have a cat that constantly wants to play and have you running around the house, the cleaning took a lot longer than expected. You were grateful that your other two other cats were relatively on the calmer side so you didn’t have to worry about constantly keeping an eye out for them. However, when it came to Loki, it seemed like you were handling a toddler at times. 

When a soft meow sounds from the darkness of the underside of the sofa, you groan and roll into your back. Your eyes flicker up to Clyde who’s intently looking down at you, his tail slowly waving behind him. “Where's Bonnie? In the playroom?” You ask.

The snowshoe cat meows and looks over at the room across the one you guys are currently in. Your eyes follow the cat’s gaze and you squint your eyes to take a peek in the room through the small space made between the door and the doorframe. 

When your eyes manage to catch a quick glimpse of a white tail snake around the bottom of the cat tower, you sigh softly and rest your head back down on the cold wooden floorboards. You mindlessly stuff your hand in the pocket of your sweatpants to grab your phone. Once the device is pulled out of your pants and you bring it up to your face, you turn it on. The time 4:55 PM immediately greets you in thin red letters. 

Your brothers should be here in five minutes. 

“Loki, I'm not gonna move or reach under the sofa to get you.” You say, turning your head to take a quick glance under the sofa. When a mew runs through your ears, you sigh and put your phone back in your pocket before boosting yourself up into a standing position. “Come out when you want to, I suppose.” 

As you make your way to the kitchen, Clyde follows close behind you in a small, joyous trot. When you stop in front of the fridge and pull one of the doors open, the cat leaps up onto the marble countertop next to the appliance. “You think this will be enough sodas, Clyde?” You turn your head to look over at the snowshoe cat who’s licking his arm. 

The cat quickly halts his actions and looks over at you, his eyes shifting over to your shoulder. When you give the cat a small nod, he leaps onto your shoulder and gets himself situated before bending down slightly to peer into the fridge which is half full of Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and Root Beers. Clyde meows softly and paws the side of your face gently. 

You nod your head again and shut the door of the fridge with a soft thud before turning around on your heels and scanning the house from the spot you're standing. “Is your litter box clean?” You ask, turning your head slightly to look over at Clyde who’s now comfortably lying on your shoulder. The cat meows softly with a nod of the head. “Alright, I'm trusting you.”

Just as you go to return back to the living room, the muffled sound of car doors shutting runs through your ears, followed by faint chatter. In the blink of an eye, Clyde jumps off your shoulder and sprints to the door. Bonnie, your ragdoll kitten, also makes her first appearance of the day as she runs out of the playroom to go to the door.

She takes a seat next to Clyde and intently looks up at the door, her tail slowly waving behind her in anticipation. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight and make your way over to the front door as well to unlock it. The moment you twist the last lock, muffled knocking comes from the other side of the door. 

“FBI open up!” You hear someone exclaim. this kid. 

You open the door with a small shake of the head, your eyes immediately landing on your brothers who are standing on your porch with wide smiles. 

“You’re not fooling anyone, Chris.” You say with a soft chuckle. 

“You could tell that was me?” Chris asks, a single finger pointing at his chest.

“Yeah.” You giggle softly when a small pout appears on Chris’ lips. You tear your focus away from the brunette to look over at Nick and Matt who are looking behind you with slightly widened eyes. “What?”

You quickly look behind you to try to find what the two are staring at, however, when your eyes land on Bonnie and Clyde who are now standing and gazing up at the two brunettes in front of them, you smile softly. “Here, you guys come inside and I'll introduce them to you.” 

With a small hand wave, the three boys make their way inside your house. As Chris and Nick take a quick glance around the place, Matt slowly approaches Bonnie and Clyde who are still standing behind you. When the two cats stop backing up, he crouches down in front of them and sticks his hand out to allow the two to smell him. 

“Oh my God, I love how simplistic your place is, it’s so cute.” Nick gushes, a small smile overtaking his lips. 

“Thank you!” You exclaim with a wide smile. “I’d give you guys the house tour right now but I think someone would rather play with my cats.” 

You and the two boys in front of you look down at Matt who is playful with Bonnie and Clyde. A wide smile is plastered on his lips and he giggles when Clyde nuzzles his head into his side. When Chris clears his throat, the male quickly picks his head up and meets eyes with the three of you. “I think they like me,” Matt says softly, shooting you guys a smile before diverting his focus back to the two cats who are now attempting to climb him. 

~~~

“This is my room.” You say as you swing open the door to your bedroom. 

“Oh my God,” Chris mumbles, his jaw dropping in awe as he steps inside your cozy lit room. 

“You do have the plushies I got you!” Nick exclaims as he quickly makes his way to the small stack of plushies you have atop your bed. A wide smile overtakes the brunette’s features as his eyes shift over to the two larger Hello Kitty plushies that sit next to your nightstand. He places a gentle hand on top of one of the plushie's heads, his thumb gently caressing over its fur which is still soft as though it was bought yesterday. 

“I told you I still have them.” You smile as you make your way over to the male. 

“You’re a music geek aren’t you?” Chris asks. You quickly turn around to face the older boy  to see him admiring your wall and shelves full of vinyls and CDs, his free hand mindlessly fidgeting with the dials on your record player. 

“I literally can’t live without it.” You say with a small chuckle. “You can look through what I have by the way. Just be careful if you want to play one.” 

Chris rubs his hands together and jumps on his heels a few times out of pure excitement. You can’t help but laugh softly as he begins to drag a single finger across your wide selection of vinyls. After a moment, you shift your attention over to Matt who’s admiring your small art studio set up in the corner of the room.

A small baby blue paintbrush is being twirled between his fingers as he gazes at your easel which has a few blotches of dried paint on it. You quietly make your way over to the male and when you’re close enough, he notices your presence and turns his head to look at you. 

“This is so cool,” Matt mumbles with a small smile. 

“Thank you.” You smile. 

“Is this a new project you’re working on?” At the sight of the brunette pointing at the canvas resting on the easel, you gently nod your head. 

“I’m just in the sketching stage right now.” 

“Really? It looks blank.” 

“I don’t like sketching too hard. Sometimes I'm not able to get all the pencil markings off.” Matt gently nods his head, the hand twirling the paintbrush between his fingers not coming to a stop. “You wanna paint something? I have some extra canvases.” 

“Really?” You chuckle softly at the sight of Matt’s eyes lighting up, his mouth shaping into a small oval. 

“Yeah! It can be a little activity for the four of us.” 

“I’d love that. Should we ask Nick and Chris if they'd be down to do it?” 

After you nod your head, you turn around to the two mentioned males who are still in their previous positions. “Nick, Chris.” You call. The two quickly stop what they’re doing and look over at you. “You guys wanna paint something?” 

“Fuck yeah, are you kidding?” Chris replies as he gently returns a vinyl back to its spot on the shelf. 

“I’m so down,” Nick adds, with a wide smile. 

“Alright, where do you guys wanna do it?” You ask as you make your way over to your drawers full of paint. 

“Can we do it outside?” Matt asks, a single hand extending out in front of him. You take a quick glance over to the boy and nod your head before setting a few bottles of paint in his open palm. At the sight of the brunette assisting you with gathering the supplies. Nick and Chris quickly walk over and start helping you as well.

~~~

It didn’t take very long for the four of you to find yourselves outside, paint brushes, bottles, and canvases spread out on the bright green grass in your backyard. 

“Do you guys know what you want to paint?” You ask as you kneel down on the grass, your right hand firmly grasping four paint pallets. 

“I wanna paint a deer!” Chris exclaims.

“I wanna try to do a cabin or a forest,” Matt says as he begins to fiddle with a bottle of green paint. 

“Nick?” You ask, leaning forward to get a better look at the older boy who’s a little ways from you. 

“If I'm being honest I have no idea what I wanna paint. I think I'm just gonna wing it.” Nick admits as he brings a hand up to nervously rub his nape. 

“That’s fine! Don’t let yourself feel restricted to do anything.” You say with a small reassuring smile. “Before we start, I think you guys might want one of these.” 

You grab a single paint pallet from the stack you’re holding for yourself before handing the rest of them to Matt. After the male grabs one, he hands the last two to Chris. Once Nick gets his pallet, you begin to instruct the boys on what to do with the paint. After they give you rapid head nods to show that they understand everything you said, the four of you begin to gather the needed paint for y’all’s pieces. 

“You guys don’t mind if I play some music right?” You ask as you reach for your phone which is discarded on the grass next to you. 

“We don’t mind,” Chris replies as he flicks open a bottle of light brown paint, flinching harshly when some specks of paint splatter on his face.  

You nod to yourself and take a moment to scroll through your playlists, your eyes racking through the long lists of songs to try to find something you all would like. After finding a playlist that consists of a mixture of your guys’ favorite songs, you hit shuffle and set your phone back down on the grass next to you. As you pick up your number two pencil, you take a glance over at the three boys next to you, the sight of their focused and determined expressions bringing a large smile to your face. 

God this is gonna be so much fun. 

-three hours later- 

The sun has finally set in the sky after a while of the four of you painting. Soft pinks, oranges, and yellows have replaced the sky’s once light blue color. Upon noticing the boy’s lack of energy and the subtle yawns racking through their body, you decided to call it a night and suggest the four of you head back inside. 

Chris was a little worried about leaving the paint and canvases outside but you reassured him that it would be fine. After dragging the boys back inside the sweet aroma of your house, you sigh heavily and immediately make a beeline to the kitchen. 

“You guys hungry? I can order something. I don’t feel like cooking anything tonight and I don't think you guys cooking would be the best idea.” You ask as you lean against your island and dig your phone out of your pocket. 

“Okay, rude,” Nick mumbles with a soft huff. “What do you guys feel like eating?” 

“Can we get pizza please?” Chris asks, a heavy exhale escaping his lips as he plops down on the sofa. 

“Yeah, of course. The usual?” 

“Please.” You nod your head and begin scrolling through Uber Eats, your eyes scanning through the countless pizza places nearby in search of one that has a low delivery price. As you finally settle on one, the sound of Matt gasping softly causes you to pick your head up abruptly. Immediately, your eyes land on the male who’s sitting on the floor and playing with Loki. 

“Loki!” You exclaim, your sudden loudness startling all three boys and causing them to look over at you. “So you decided to completely ignore me all day and only come out when Matt’s here? I see how it is.” 

“Wait, where was he?” Nick asks, extending a single hand out to the black cat a few steps in front of him. 

“Under the sofa.” You mumble in response. “He’s been driving me to the brink of insanity since like 5 AM.” 

“Loki, don't be so mean to your mother.” Matt scolds the cat softly. Loki stares at the brunette and seemingly glares at the boy before jumping on him. The boy lets out a small yell as he falls back onto the floorboards with a hollow thud. 

“Loki! No jumping on people!” You exclaim. 

“He’s fine, y/n,” Matt says gently. You shake your head in slight irritation before you return your focus to ordering dinner. As you do so, Matt silently watches as Loki crawls on his chest and drags his snout against the hot pink bear shirt he’s wearing. After a moment the cat meows softly and lays down on the brunette’s chest, his tail gently swaying behind him. “Can I touch you?” Matt asks, a single hand over the cat’s backside. 

When Loki mews softly in response, the boy gently sets his hand on the cat’s back, his fingers immediately beginning to scratch behind his ears. Almost immediately, Loki begins to pur, his eyes shutting and his body turning slightly so he can lean into Matt’s palm. The male can’t help but chuckle softly at the feline's action, a wide, excited smile decorating his features as he silently continues his actions. 

-30 minutes later- 

“Loki!” Matt exclaims, his speech muffled due to the pizza in his mouth. The male quickly pulls the slice away from his mouth when the mentioned cat leaps up to his chest and tries to take a nip at the food. 

“Loki, what have I told you about bothering people when they’re eating?” You ask, your eyes narrowing as you stare down at the cat in front of you. Loki quickly gets off Matt and turns around to look at you, his green eyes piercing into yours for a few seconds before he meows and walks off to a different room. 

“He’s a stubborn one isn’t he?” Chris asks as he raises the cup full of Pepsi to his mouth. 

“Very.” You grumble. with a soft huff, you lift yourself from the floor and bend down to pick up your empty plate. “Are you guys done?” 

“Yeah. Shit was so good, thanks y/n.” Nick replies, his eyes slightly squinting as he sends you a smile. 

“Of course. Don’t need you guys to starve.” You make your way over to all three boys and take their empty plates from them, your generous action earning small ‘thank you’s. You simply nod your head in response and make your way over to your kitchen to throw the plates away. After cleaning your hands off with a paper towel, a thought pops into your head. 

“Hey guys?” You ask as you make your way back into the living room. 

“What’s up?” Chris asks, his head lifting from the headrest of the sofa.

“Do you guys wanna spend the night? I have the extra room and some inflatable beds if y'all want to.” 

At the sound of Nick giggling softly, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look over at him. When you see the boy cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle his laughter, you send him a look of suspicion. “Why are you laughing?” 

“We were planning on spending the day whether you asked us or not. We have our shit in the car.” Nick replies with a stifled giggle.  

“And what would happen if I never asked or said no?” 

“We’d do it anyway,” Matt replies with a small shrug. “We’d also use force or threaten you to let us stay the night.” 

“Threaten me?” You raise a single eyebrow at the three as they look at you rather innocently. 

“Yeah,” Chris replies with a tight-lipped smile. You exhale through your nose and shake your head before sitting on the floor next to Matt. 

“You know there’s plenty of couch space, right?” Nick asks, his tone laced with judgment as he pats the empty spot next to him. 

“I know. I just wanna do this.” You reply simply. Without a word more, you throw yourself against Matt. With a small yelp from the brunette, the two of you plop down on the floor. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Matt asks, his head rising off the floor to look down at you. 

“Laying on you?” You sas. As you maneuver yourself atop the brunette, Matt lets out a sigh of defeat and rests his head back down on the floor. 

“Y/N I’m tired, get off.” You firmly shake your head in response and dig in your pants pocket for your phone. After fishing the device out and setting it on Matt’s chest in front of your face, the boy huffs softly. 

“Wait, are we doing a dog pile?” Chris asks, excitement laced in his tone as he hurriedly sets his empty cup on the nearby table. 

“No, we’re not. Don’t even-“ Matt doesn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before Chris runs over to the two of you and plops down on top of your back. At the added weight, Matt groans and whines out a slew of complaints. 

“Wait, I wanna join,” Nick says, setting his phone down on the couch cushion and getting up off the sofa. Matt opens his mouth to yell something at the older but another groan escaping his lips prevents him from doing so as Nick throws himself on top of Chris’s back.. 

“Holy shit, y’all are heavy as hell.” You say, your voice strained as you lay limply against Matt. 

“I don’t wanna hear you complaining. You two started the pile.” Chris retorts with a soft huff. 

“We didn’t start the pile!” Matt whines, a single arm draping over his eyes. 

“Beg to differ but whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

Matt opens his mouth to say a snarky remark however Nick slipping off Chris and jumping back on top of him causes both him and you to groan loudly. 

“NICK!” Matt yells. 

“Sorry, slipped off.” 

~~~~

“So did you guys sort out the sleeping arrangements or…” You start, your voice trailing off slightly. You lower your arms which are holding up three blankets against your chest, your eyes immediately landing on your three brothers who are all sitting on the sofa. 

Nick quickly lifts his head to meet your gaze before replying, “I’m getting the bed, Chris will sleep in the room with me on the air mattress, and Matt will sleep on the sofa.” 

“Alright sounds good.” You gently nod your head before approaching the three and handing them each a blanket. “I don't know if you guys have a preference in blankets so y'all can switch if you’d like.” 

“These are good, thanks, kid,” Matt says with a small smile. 

“Of course.” You return the boy's smile with one of your own before excusing yourself to go to the kitchen. “Well, I'm gonna head to my room and keep working on the project I'm doing. If you guys need anything, let me know.” 

“Will do. Night y/n!” Chris exclaims, the two males next to him repeating after him not long after. 

“Night boys.” After grabbing a water bottle from the top shelf, you shut the fridge and head to your bedroom. The moment you walk up to your easel, the faint sound of claws clattering against the floor sounds from behind you. You quickly whip your head around and smile softly as Bonnie slowly makes her way over to you. 

“Hi, baby.” You greet the feline gently. Bonnie lifts her head to look at you and meows faintly before stopping next to your feet. You can’t help but chuckle softly at the female before you take a seat in front of your easel, Bonnie immediately leaping up onto your lap moments after.

As you begin to gently pet the feline with one hand, the other gets to work on grabbing your paintbrush and making sure you have all the needed paints on your nearby pallet. When everything is set, you slip your headphones on and hit shuffle on a random playlist before getting to work on finishing the base layer on the canvas. 

~~~

You didn't realize how immensely focused you were on gently gliding your paintbrush over your canvas until you felt someone tap your shoulder. You immediately jump at the sudden touch and quickly whip around in your seat, your eyes landing on Chris whose face is painted with a nervous expression. 

“What's wrong, Chris?” You ask the male, your voice not going past a faint whisper as you slide your headphones off your head and set them around your neck. 

A few beats of silence pass by as you continue to cautiously eye the boy in front of you. After a few more moments of Chris not verbally responding and keeping his gaze glued to the floor, your brain begins to grind with reasons as to why the boy wanted your attention. As a single cause sits on the top of your head, you force your lips together and direct your attention from Chris to your phone which is discarded on the table in front of you.

You gently tap the turned-off device with your pinkie, the screen lighting up seconds later. Immediately, the time 4:37 AM greets you on your lock screen, and your heart drops at the sight of it. You quickly turn your head back around to look at Chris, only to see that the boy hasn’t moved from his previous position. 

“Did you have a nightmare? You’re not usually up this late unless something wakes you up,” You ask the male, your head slightly tilting to the side. 

You watch as Chris’ eyes shift up to meet yours. After a moment, the male slowly nods his head and brings a hand up to rub his nape. “I tried to wake up Nick to ask if I could sleep with him but his ass didn’t wanna wake up. I would ask Matt but the sofa is too small for the both of us to lay comfortably.” 

“Do you wanna sleep with me then? I have plenty of room. Just letting you know now, you might wake up to one of the cats sleeping on or near you.” 

“I'm perfectly fine with that. I just really need to sleep next to someone.”

“Well, you can go and get yourself comfortable. I'll be there in a minute. I just need to put my stuff up.” Chris gives you a small nod and turns on his heels before making his way to your bed. 

You take a moment to watch the boy slowly crawl on the side that doesn’t hold your plushies before you focus on putting your things away. When your short task is complete, you gently scoop Bonnie, who’s fallen asleep in your lap, up in your arms. You slowly get up from your seat and nudge it closer to the easel with your foot before walking over to the small cat bed next to your nightstand. After slowly crouching down and laying the sleeping feline down on the soft cushion, you stand up and shuffle over to your bed. 

As you reach over to grab a few plushies from the pile on the empty side, you take a glance over at Chris who’s silently scrolling through his phone. After setting the plushies in your arms down on the pile with the rest of them, you finally slip under the covers. With a soft sigh, you turn your head a little to look over at the male next to you. 

“You gonna go to sleep or what? it’s nearly 5 AM and I know your ass is gonna be a little prick if you don’t get your hours in,” You ask with a soft huff. 

Chris immediately turns his head at your statement, his eyes narrowing into a playful glare. “I was waiting for you, dickwad.” The brunette grumbles. 

“Well I’m here now so go mimis.” 

“Mimis? The fuck is mimis?” You roll your eyes and roll onto your side at the sight of Chris sending you a judgmental look. 

“I say that instead of sleep sometimes, get off my ass, kid. Now go to sleep.” 

You finally hear Chris huff behind you, followed by the duvet shuffling as the male presumably tries to get comfortable. “Weird ass.” The boy mumbles under his breath. 

You roll your eyes once more and kick the older male’s calf, drawing a rather overly dramatic exclamation and flinch from the boy. 

“You dick! Don’t fucking kick me!” Chris exclaims, a look of hurt flashing over his features as he turns his head to look over at you. 

“Don’t call me weird.” You grumble a response. “Now shut it and go to sleep before I kick you off the bed.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Chris… I swear to God.”

“Sorry, sorry, going mimis.” 

You mumble something faintly under your breath before kicking Chris’ leg again, drawing yet another dramatic shout from him. 

“OW!” The brunette yells. You take a peek over your shoulder to see the older male sitting up, a look of hurt clear on his face. 

“You’re mocking me, asshole.” You say with a soft chuckle. 

“No, I'm not!” 

“You said mimis, Chris. You’re literally mocking me.” 

“Okay but in my defense, that’s such a childish thing to say.” 

The moment you roll onto your back and fully turn your head to look at Chris with a warning glare, the male immediately clamps his mouth shut. Wordlessly, the older quickly lays back down and pulls the blanket up to his chin, not daring to mutter a single word more to you. 

“Goodnight Chris.” You state, struggling to bite back the giggle threatening to escape your lips as you roll back onto your side. 

A few beats of silence passed by before Chris mumbled a small “night kid” back to you. 

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Sunflowers

Summary: Chris gets distracted easily. Like really, really easily. When he gets separated from Matt and Nick in the mall, he meets a lovely soul who understands just a little bit more than anyone else.

Pairing: ADHD!Chris x autistic!feminine reader

Warnings: Neurodivergent overstimulation, getting lost, crying, brief mentions of ableism

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: The sunflower lanyard (pictured above) signifies that someone has a hidden or invisible disability and may need extra assistance/patience/kindness. I am not saying or assuming Chris actually has ADHD. If he doesn't, cool, if he does, also cool! This is all for fun and for diversity in the fandom<3 Enjoy!!

ADHD was a difficult thing to live with. It was more than just the stereotype of “Oh look! Squirrel!”. It was a constant condition that caused a lot of impact on one’s day-to-day life and happiness. Chris knew this better than just about anyone. Having been diagnosed in middle school, he found himself on a constant pendulum between spaced out with his head all over the place and extra hyper. Though he was medicated for it, there were still days where his body and mind were consumed with extra hyperactivity and energy, meaning he could be easily distracted, rambunctious, and fidgety. 

Both Matt and Nick were aware of their younger brother’s diagnosis and were extremely supportive of it, letting Chris run wild when he needed to and gently reminding him to take his meds and do his other daily tasks now that they no longer lived with their parents. The youngest really couldn’t have asked for a better support system, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t days where his brain betrayed him for quite literally no reason. 

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“Do you want your lanyard, Chris?” Matt asked as he grabbed his car keys off the hook near the garage door. 

The key rack held all of the boy’s keys and things they would need when they left the house, but it also held Chris’ green and yellow sunflower lanyard. These lanyards were a universal symbol that someone had a hidden or invisible disability and might need some extra kindness and assistance when they left their house. Chris had fought the idea at first, claiming that he didn’t need that; he rarely struggled in public. However, the change after he had agreed to try one due to Nick’s pleading to give it a shot had been immense. Strangers no longer looked at him like he was rude when he couldn’t help to butt in or play with his fidget toys as an adult, nor did shop owners hastily bat his hands away when he just wanted to touch things in stores. Of course, there were still bigots, but the improvement was more than he could have asked for. 

Now, Chris possessed his own sunflower lanyard, complete with a small card attached that read “I have ADHD. I can act restless and tend to fidget. I may act on impulse and have trouble concentrating. Please be patient and understanding.” and had both Matt and Nick’s names and phone numbers on it in case of an emergency. His lanyard also had a few pins, buttons, and pop-its on it so that the boy would always have something to fidget with. 

“It’s probably a good idea,” Nick added, coming down the stairs and typing out something on his phone. “Christmas is next week. The mall is going to be busy.”

Being triplets, Matt and Nick were incredibly in-tune with Chris and each other, and both boys could tell that today was going to be a more hyper, easily distracted day for their younger brother. Normally, they would’ve postponed busy, crowded spaces and must-do errands for a day where Chris was feeling more mellowed out, but they flew back home to Boston in just a few short days and had yet to buy Christmas presents for, well, anyone. 

Slowly thinking over the situation at hand, Chris grabbed his lanyard off the hook and placed it over his neck, but it wasn’t long until he had moved on to something else. “Do you guys think that there are triplets just like us?” he asked as Matt corralled him out the door. “But like, in China or something?”

The drive to the mall had been much longer than anticipated with all the holiday traffic, which allowed Chris more time to let his mind wander, blurting out every random thought he had as he played with the shark pop-it on his lanyard. Luckily, Nick quickly engaged the youngest in all his conversations so that Matt could focus, his own head spinning as he tried to keep up with Chris’ mile-a-minute chatter. 

“We should go people watching,” Chris announced as Matt parked their car inside of the heavily filled parking garage. “We could probably see some crazy shit. Speaking of which, did you guys see that episode of Live PD last night?”

Matt and Nick shared a glance over Chris’ head as they walked into the mall. The more Chris talked, the more he began to fidget, earning stares from onlookers, despite his lanyard. The mall was insanely crowded, which could either help or hurt. Somedays, Chris absolutely thrived in chaos, able to hyperfocus and get tasks done in record time. On others, his brain became so stimulated by chaos and change that he would shut down, often losing his ability to executive function in the process. Today was an absolute toss up. 

“Let the games begin.” Nick mumbled, grabbing his brothers’ hands and sliding through the crowds. 

As ‘cringy’ as it was, the triplets still held hands with each other in public, especially after Chris had received his ADHD diagnosis. Matt and Nick felt an almost protective sense over their younger brother, opting to help keep him safe when his brain didn’t always remind him to do that himself. 

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Things had been going fine for well over an hour now, but it was starting to become too much for Chris. They had already gotten presents for their dad and Justin, and were now on the hunt for a gift for their mother. As much as they loved and adored MaryLou, shopping for a woman as 20 year old men in a mall this crowded was a task. 

The youngest triplet was beginning to become overstimulated. His own thoughts had already been so loud and so chaotic this morning, and to add hoards of people, blaring Christmas music, screaming kids, and overwhelming smells from the food court wasn’t helping. He hadn’t meant to get separated from Nick and Chris; the boys had been poring over the jewelry counter in Macy’s when Chris dropped Nick’s hand, opting to pull his Airpods out of his pocket. Maybe if he could listen to the music he liked and that calmed him down, he could manage the rest of this trip without a meltdown. 

Chris had just slipped his earbuds in and pressed play on Life of a Dark Rose when he realized that neither Matt nor Nick was standing next to him. Not yet panicked, he looked around the floor of the department store, searching for Matt’s Red Sox hat or Nick’s blond hair above the crowd. When that didn’t work, he simply shot a quick text in their sibling group chat that read where are you guys??. Much to his discomfort, the text quickly came back with a ‘cannot be delivered’ message, making the brunette curse when he realized that the signal in the store was awful. 

“Excuse me, ma’am. Did you see where my brothers went? They have tattoos. One’s blond and has a nose ring, the other was wearing a hat?” Chris asked the lady at the jewelry counter hopefully. 

Either not noticing his lanyard or not caring, the employee turned her back to Chris, leaving him desperate. He didn’t know his way around this mall at all, his phone wasn’t working, and it was beyond crowded. How was he supposed to find Matt and Nick? What if they left without him? He couldn’t drive and he had left his wallet with Nick. How would he get home? This was just a glimpse into the anxiety that circulated through Chris’ mind whenever he became overstimulated. 

The brunette felt his eyes beginning to grow wet, cursing himself under his breath. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t cry. Not here. Chris wiped a few stray tears that were running down his cheeks and began to retreat to a quiet area of the store to contemplate his next move. The last thing he needed was for a ‘fan’ to snap a photo of him crying and overstimulated and post it online. 

The children’s toy area proved to be the perfect place for him to hide. With all the stock having been bought out for the day in the holiday rush, the department was completely empty. Chris sat down on one of the leather benches, running his hands through his hair as a stim and anxiously checking his phone in hopes of regaining signal. He was so caught up in his anxious stimming and trying not to have a meltdown, that he hadn’t even noticed someone appear beside him. 

“Are you okay? I saw your lanyard,” You offered kindly. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

Chris looked up at you, taking in your appearance. You were absolutely beautiful, dressed in a soft, sensory friendly outfit with a purple cow Squishmallow clutched to your side. That wasn’t what caught his attention, though. What truly caught his attention was the sunflower lanyard hanging around your own neck. Glancing briefly at the card, Chris noticed it read “I’m autistic”. 

“Can I sit?” You asked, gesturing to the empty spot next to the boy. 

Chris nodded, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat. “I can’t find my brothers.” he admitted tearfully. 

“Is that who’s with you?” You asked knowingly, having been in similar situations yourself. “Do you want to call them?”

“I can’t. My phone won’t send the fucking text and they were just with me and I can’t find them. What if they left me?” the more Chris talked, the upset he became, anxiously chewing on his nails. 

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay. They wouldn’t leave you. Would you like a fidget?” You pulled a tangle from your purse, holding it out for the boy to take.

Chris stared at you for a moment before tentatively taking the toy from you, instantly focusing on the colors and movement of the plastic. “...thank you.” he whispered. 

“Would it be okay if I touched you?” You asked gently. From your own experience, you knew that it was important in situations like these to ask for consent to touch someone who was overstimulated. “My lanyard has my emergency contact on it. Does yours? Maybe we can work together to find your brothers.”

Chris nodded softly, allowing you to softly look at his lanyard and identify both Matt and Nick’s phone numbers and names. By some miracle, your phone had much better service than Chris’ did, allowing you to let both brothers know where you were and that Chris was looking for them. 

“So, tell me about yourself if you want to.” You tried to make easy conversation to take the brunette’s mind off his current overstimulation and panic. 

“‘M a YouTuber,” Chris muttered softly, highly subdued. “And I like rap music and y’know, I have ADHD.” when he saw your soft, blushy smile and attentive listening, Chris became more animated. 

“I’ve always thought YouTube would be a cool job. I’m a pet sitter. I love animals so much. They’re one of my special interests.” You nodded to your cow stuffed animal. 

Chris remembered reading about the term when he was doing some self reflecting on being neurodivergent. Although he didn’t experience them himself, he knew that they were an enormous part of being autistic, and he felt grateful that you were willing to share something like that with him. 

“How did you, um, find me?” Chris asked shyly. 

“Well, I came to see if they had any stuffed animals because I love them, but instead I found you.” You smiled, fiddling with your own fidget toy. 

You and Chris continued to chat as you waited for his brothers. The difference in his personality when you first found him to now was like night and day. He had become more animated over the course of your conversation, talking with his hands, eyes aglow. You looked up when you noticed two men who looked eerily similar to Chris walk up next to you. In your head, you connected the dots that the boys must have been triplets. The blond who approached you had a hard look on his face as he noticed his brother talking to a stranger, but when his eyes caught your lanyard, he visibly relaxed. 

“Matt! Nick!” Chris squealed, leaping off the bench and pulling his brothers into a hug. 

You watched with a soft smile, thinking the sibling’s embrace was cute until the brother in the Red Sox hat turned to you. 

“Thank you,” he told you sincerely. “Thank you for helping him.”

“It’s really not a problem.” You were becoming shy under the attention, but Chris came up and wrapped his arm around you. 

“I love her,” Chris said, before blushing as he realized what he had said. “Not like that! I…I mean…” he stuttered. 

“I’ll give you my number,” You chuckled, standing on your tiptoes and kissing Chris on the cheek. “For being such a sweetheart.”

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