#you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

[pepsiboyy]

HEARTSTRINGS. - p1

masterlist ⚜ p2

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: after moving to massachusetts from florida, y/n lives with her half brother, nathan doe, who is part of a small garage band. their sassy guitarist, chris sturniolo, can't help but get on her nerves. but there's something about him. warnings: use of y/n lol, mentions of drugs, cursing a/n: rewrote the FUCK out of this, i hope this one is SO MUCH BETTER. love u guys. <3

"chris?"

"phone charger girl!"

"the fuck is he doing here?" my voice boomed in the garage, causing nathan to flinch slightly.

"woah, you two know each other?"

"sort of." chris responded with that stupid smug smirk on his face.

"not at all, actually." i responded quickly, immediately shutting down chris' disgusting expression.

my heartbeat was racing. i couldn't feel anything but anger in every fiber of my being. i couldn't help but remember to myself earlier today.

i had been living in massachusetts for about three days now. very interesting place, very different from florida.

after my mom's drug addiction became a major issue, cps was informed and i was sent to my dad's in boston, where i was completely unfamiliar with everyone and everything.

my dad's side, they weren't complete strangers if checking his status on facebook counted as being close.

shortly after i was born, my mom took me and left my dad in boston while we fled to live in florida. and as i get older, i can't help but feel more hatred towards the woman. my dad was a great guy, never deserved the way she treated him. he definitely did not deserve his first child being ripped away from his grasp a few months into my life.

when my mom and i moved to florida, my dad met another woman and had a child with her, whose name is nathan.

he seems like a really cool guy, an awesome brother to have, so i was looking forward to this move a lot, more than i probably should have.

the feeling of fresh air was appealing to me and the feeling of finally being there to reassure my dad that i want to be with him was even more exciting to me.

nate and i clicked pretty quickly, talking about our music taste on the way home from the airport. we talked a lot about video games, and he told me he was involved in a small garage band and plays the drums.

"that's so fucking cool!" i exclaimed with a bright smile, and nathan nodded.

"yeah! we mostly do covers now, but i plan on releasing some new and original music soon."

i nodded as i stayed focused on nate as he spoke, playing with my hands in my lap nervously.

the fact that this kid was my brother was so mind blowing to me. i couldn't wait.

the doe family had left to go to an event they had only bought three tickets for. i reassured them over and over that i was okay with staying at the house and continuing to settle in. and with that they left.

i dug through my bag and frowned when i came to a tragic realization.

"fuck." i cursed under my breath as i stood up and slid on my shoes.

time to go to that one gas station down the street we stopped at on the way here from the airport.

i left the house through the front door and slid my earbuds into my ears, playing my favorite playlist as i walked down the street.

boston was a lot more close together than florida. it genuinely made my heart happy.

about fifteen minutes into my walk and i find the gas station, pulling the door opened and look at the employee at the counter, smiling faintly to greet him. his eyes were glued to his phone though, so i turned to make my way up and down the aisles and look for the phone charger that works for my phone.

"eighteen dollars is fucking bizarre." i muttered under my breath at the charging brick box that i now have between my fingers. i carefully took it off the bar and grabbed a six ft long cord, making my way to the counter.

this is great. no job, new place, and i was already burning a hole into my savings for a fucking phone charger.

i set the two boxes on the counter and began digging through my pockets to find my wallet, the boxes hitting the counter a little harder than i had intended.

"woah there, sensing some aggression from 'ya. boyfriend start an argument with you or what?"

i finally found my wallet, but my eyes shifted quickly to the boy at the counter. "excuse me?" i asked, my face flushed at the thought. "it doesn't-" i blinked a few times. this kid was insane. "just ring me out please." i sighed as i inserted my card in the cardreader.

"relax sweetheart, just yankin' your chain." he stated defensively, skipping through the prompts on his screen. his hair was a little longer than average, and fairly wavy. he had a silver cuban link bracelet on one wrist and a few small handmade ones on the other, a ring or two on each hand. he had silver hoops in his ears and a plain black t-shirt on over his blue baggy jeans.

i stared at him in disbelief before i put my pin into the pad, yanking out my card as soon as it beeped and quickly shoving it into my wallet. chris set the charger boxes into a small plastic bag, placing it on the counter between us.

"i'm not your sweetheart," i narrowed my eyes at the nametag on his shirt, sucking in through my teeth, "chris."

i gripped the bag and left the gas station, and never turned back to see chris with his arms raised, and that disgusting smirk on his face.

my music was playing extra loud in my headphones in a desperate attempt to drown out the sound of nate slamming the drums in the garage.

i carefully sat up, my hand moving to run through my hair as i slipped on my shoes and stepped down the stairs. i was just wearing some pajama shorts and an oversized hoodie, but who even cares, right?

my hair was thrown into a messy bun, and i had one earbud in as my eyes were glued to my phone. i turned the doorknob to the garage carefully before stepping in and lifting my head as the music came to a halt.

and with that, my eyes widened.

and that's how we got here. with a finger pointed to my face.

"the fuck is he doing here?" my voice boomed in the garage, causing nathan to flinch slightly.

"woah, you two know each other?"

"sort of." chris responded with that stupid, smug smirk on his face.

"not at all, actually." i immediately barked back, crossing my arms.

nate looked between us both and shrugged it off quickly before he pulled a chair beside him. "come listen, y/n. i think you'd like it a lot." he told me.

i couldn't say no. i really was curious to hear nathan play. "okay, sure. just for a bit though." i reminded him of the time, and he smiled brightly and sat down in his seat.

i felt chris' eyes burning into the back of my head the whole time, his shaggy brunette locks perfectly draping over his forehead, which was a bit damp, while his eyes shifted to focus on his guitar again.

nate turned to me with a bright smile, grabbing his drumsticks as he glanced to the other two, making sure they were ready.

i watched the three and smiled as they began playing.

they were really good, actually.

better than i had expected them to be.

with nathan slamming the drums with his drumsticks and the boy i didn't know yet playing the bass, chris actually knocked his part out of the park.

chris glanced up for half a second, where we locked eyes. my eyes widened as he turned back to his guitar and a small smile grew on his face.

i hate this kid.

the song came to an end, and i turned to nathan, applauding happily.

"you guys sound great, genuinely. have you guys worked on any original stuff?"

nathan chuckled and shrugged, glancing between the other two. "a bit. chris writes phenomenal lyrics. we're working on it."

i glanced to chris for a moment, who was now gently strumming the strings of his guitar. i gulped as i stared at his hands, then turned back to nate. "i'm excited for you guys. let me know if i can do anything to help?"

nate nodded happily, and i stood up.

"alright, i'm gonna try and go to sleep. good luck to you guys." i waved at the three, and smiled at nate, my eyes quickly glancing at chris who waved softly back, no clear expression on his face anymore.

and with that, i opened the garage door and shut it, before taking a deep sigh and leaning against it.

"dude, you didn't tell me your sister was bad as hell," an unfamiliar voice rang, which i assumed was the bassist.

"wh- ben, gross! shut up dude," nathan quickly stated.

i cringed at the boy's comment, shaking my head quickly as if he could see me responding or something.

"invite her more often." chris stated blankly, standing up from his seat as he adjusted his guitar strap.

nathan turned to chris and narrowed his eyes.

i quickly stood up and made my way back to my bedroom, laying flat against the bed and turning up the music playing in my earbuds.

chris playing guitar and writing some lyrics.

it made me genuinely curious about whether or not this guy actually wrote good lyrics.

i hated being curious about him.

but i needed to know more.

masterlist ⚜ p2

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 3

• summary {when an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {drug use, angst}

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bella’s pov

“ok you can go now” she says, emotionless

“oh”

“i mean, no offence but i have a girl coming soon, so you cant be here” she says laying on her back, breaking our eye contact

i don’t respond and put my clothes back on. this is fucked

“have a nice night”

i haven’t cried this much in months, walking through the halls, ugly crying.

‘paige’ has been blocked by ‘bella’

“bella whats wrong” avery says, empathetically

“i hate her, i hate her so much” i cry, barley being able to choke the words out

i look at avery after my response and i have never seen her that angry, there could fully be steam coming from her ears.

“please dont talk to her, please dont hurt her, please avery, please” i cry out, begging the infuriated girl

“why not bella, she deserves it” she yells

my tears dont stop and i feel like they will never stop pouring.

“tell me what she did”

i begin the tell her the events of tonight and her anger only grows.

“that fucking bitch” is all she can say in response

“but i blocked her, and im literally never gonna speak to her again” i say, trying to make a positive point, to counteract this negative situation

“you are never gonna speak to her again”

“im gonna go off to bed”

i feel broken, i got used. i wanted my first time with a girl to be meaningful, i know i like girls and i wanted to prove to myself that having sex with girls wasn’t wrong, but i feel wrong, i feel gross. i cant believe i would let myself be that vulnerable with someone i barley know. ive never been the one to have one night stands and ive only ever had sex with someone ive been in a relationship with.

i take my valium, something i swore to never use again after getting addicted, but its the only thing that works.

“hey, how are you feeling” avery ask’s, genuinely. i’ve never seen her be this gentle before

“wheres my weed”

“bella no”

“shut up avery”

i walk to the kitchen and unlock one of the drawers, and i see the stash. thank god

i know i shouldn’t smoke as a coping mechanism, but its the only thing that works, every time something bad happens to me, i turn to smoking

after going through 3 joints, im barley able to talk or stand up. perfect

knock

ugh

knock

fuck off

knock

“who is it” i say, it barley even sounded like words

“its azzi, is avery here”

who the fuck is azzi

“avery theres a bitch here for you” i say taking another drag

“oh my god! hey azzi” avery says, excitedly, why the fuck is she acting like that

“why are you so fucking happy” i ask, knowing full well how rude i sound

“this is azzi, shes in my psychology class and we have gotten pretty close” avery says, grabbing azzi and sitting next to me on the couch

“yo dont sit on my shit” i say, mad

“your bella right?” azzi says, happily. i hate happy people

“yeah”

“yeah avery’s told me alot about you” she says

“cool” i reply, dryly

“azzis on the basketball team” avery says, my eyes widen

“of course she is” i say, sarcastically. i hate basketball

“yeah, have you been to any games” she questioned, attempting to continue this boring conversation

“nah, i dont watch basketball”

“oh well you should sometime, avery keeps saying how she wants to go to a game” azzi says, looking at avery who begins giggling. sus

“bella your probably friends with some people on the team” avery says

“you wanna hit” i offer to azzi

“nah, i dont smoke”

“boring” i say, bluntly

“do you guys mind if some of my friends come over” azzi says

“no, no, thats perfectly fine” avery says, looking at azzi. basically eye fucking her

“who” i ask

“ice, kk, aubrey, nika and ashlee” she lists

fuck my life. im to high to care

“yeah whatever” i say, lazily

“ok perfect, ill tell them to come” azzi says, excitedly

“are you sure” avery whispers to me, being nice. for once

“i dont give a fuck, its fine” i say taking a drag

im so high. god damn

10 minutes later all of azzis friends turn up, why are they all so tall. what the fuck

avery introduces herself to them and points them to our couch

“hey im kk, your bella right” kk asks

“yeah im bella”

“hey im ice”

“hey im nika”

“hey im ashlee”

“hey im aubrey”

to many people to remember

until

“oh paige came to, i hope you dont mind” azzi says to us, mostly avery

avery says nothing, myself included

“hi paige” avery says, extremely cold

“come sit guys” azzi says, breaking the silence. i wish i wasn’t so high cause i wanna go to my room

everyone sits on the couch, paige sitting the furthest away from me. funny. not funny. not laughing

conversation begins and everyone is involved. everyone but me, ugh i’m so uncomfortable

paige keeps looking at me, and yes i’m noticing because i’m looking at her to.

paige’s pov

fuck. why do i keep looking at her.

she blocked me last night so obviously shes mad about my actions last night, its just a hookup, nothing more.

its not that deep

“i’m going to bed” bella says, slurring and barely able to stand up. i didn’t know she smoked that much, i guess i don’t know anything about her. but i don’t care.

“paige are you ready to go” kk and ice say to me

“yeah, aubrey, nika, azzi, u ready to go”

“yeah lets go”

“actually im gonna stay” azzi says. sus

“buy guys” is said in unison

azzis pov

“ugh finally” avery says, while smashing her lips onto mine

A/N: im being active rn lolll. how do we like avery and azzi

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers #uconn #uconn women’s basketball #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #azzi fudd #nika muhl #kk arnold

[enthyrea]

fully blaming this on the tgm discord server, y’all put waiter and chef hangster in my head and I love it.

#my art #hangster #INCOHERENT SCREAMING #TOP GUN DISCORD YOU MAKE ME CRAZY #IM DRAWING HANGSTER IN DIFFERENT AU'S LIKE THEYRE MY LITTLE DRESS UP DOLLS #mildly suggestive #i guess? #you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up #you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid #top gun hangman #sereshaw #top gun rooster #hangaroo #top gun fan art #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fan art #top gun fanart #tgm fanart #hangster fanart #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #hangman seresin #enthyrea art

[frankfontainecalloutpost]

#iwtv amc #iwtv #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid #you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up #Anne rice #mytextpost

[ruckis-vandalizes]

Gera, the man who can manage to convince literal Sin ( @6clawdy6 ) to join his sect, everybody

Tiktok vers. ✨ YouTube vers. ✨

#ruckis vandalizes #non fandom #order of the stars #comic sick #original characters #oc #sona #anthro #fursona #scalie #geragera guffaw #shitpost #meme #artists on tumblr #god character #art #you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

[oh-no-its-bird]

That's it, that's the entire dynamic

#birds ocs #Star #Wulf #siharest #siharest Star #siharest Wulf #oc #original character #art #illustration #meme #funny #you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid #you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up #humor

[horreurscopes]

this is my brother and i need a shovel to love him (prints)

#death note #meronia #mello dn #near dn #mihael keehl #nate river #nearmello #i have a disease named 2008 yaoi and it is terminal. sorry #their 15 minutes of screentime and cain&abel slay have captivated me #hits that compelling dynamic that canon gives you just enough to extrapolate about spot #you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up / you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid etc etc etc etc im predictable #i've decided to be proactively problematic and interpret their relationship as a brotherhood but also they kiss. hope this helps #anyway flamecon is approaching so im trying to bang out all the illustrations i didnt finish in the past seven months #is it -- yes it's all nearmello. sorry #as usual have this at 3 am the artist's natural unhinged hour #artists on tumblr #illustration #horreurart

[hey-hey-j]

Poppy deserves a slightly unhinged girlfriend. As a treat.

(*✨my ko-fi)

#my art #dreamworks trolls #trolls fanart #trolls barb #trolls world tour #poppy x barb #barb: you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up #poppy: you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

[leadpoisoningprincess]

the way i see hickey and goodsir is like. hickey wants goodsir so so badly Specifically Because he knows he's totally immune to all his bullshit and would never ever fuck him. like he canonically likes the Chase so why would not chase the most unavailable guy. but eventually that just starts to piss him off and it leads into a kind of extremely pathetic obsession where hickey thinks he's his Nemesis and goodsir doesn't think about him at all

#this is all because of how adnags said hickey's relationship with goodsir was his Favorite that's so interesting to me... #hickey: you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up #goodsir: you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid #op #never been a jopkey girl but goodkey... i have thoughts

[astrovagrant]

why do people like to put their latest trauma in a yt comment while framing it as like, a positive thing that the person who published the video is "helping" them with

#what are you doingggggg #i think we all should become more addicted to shutting the fuck up about our issues unless in an appropriate setting to discuss #and if you're me you take it one step further and ensure there's Never a reason to discuss

[thischerik]

Alex: Charles, fuck, marry, kill. Erik, me and Hank.

Charles: Erik.

Alex:

Alex: For which one?

Charles: Erik.

Alex:

#‘you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up’ ‘you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid’ duo #but they’re both both #also I just really miss Alex :((((( #thischerik #cherik #incorrect cherik quotes #incorrect x men quotes #xmen #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #hank mccoy #x-men #james mcavoy #michael fassbender #magneto #professor x

[midchelle]

yeah he fucked that old man

#a hard days night is just Norm telling John he should be addicted to shutting the fuck up #and John saying you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid #mid.txt

[jackwillwrite]

the transmascs r fightinggg

#piers nivans #jake muller #mullvans #re6 #resident evil 6 #resident evil #piers x jake #art #artists on tumblr #t4t kings #oh ffs i forgot the speech bubbles. #it was supposed to say piers (you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up) jake (you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid)

[afterthegreatunknown]

Bookverse Esme and Olivia Things:

Esme quietly fuming over how Olivia is able to convince people that houndstooth and checks pattern were in and get them to wear said pattern, when Esme couldn't and is bitter about it.

Olivia almost losing her cool when Esme decided gingham and plaids are the same pattern and wore both in a combination that Olivia would tolerant if the color scheme were the same or similar.

Esme criticizing Olivia's interesting taste in wearing long, decorated necklaces and charm bracelets, because they look tacky, and always getting brushed off as having 'an attitude of a square'.

Olivia bombarding Esme with old fashion magazines from the 'cultural decade', telling the younger woman about the fads that came and went, and usually getting ignored or zoned out by.

Esme being fluster when seeing Olivia in a white tank top and blue denim jumpsuit rolled down that's tied around the waist, working on Monty's van, because it's certainly a look.

Olivia blushing when seeing Esme in a sheer shirt, short skirt, and long Chesterfield coat at Mulctuary Money Management, successfully advising someone against a poor plan the bank was offering.

Both women confronting one another over the self-proclaim title of fashion expert, their faces an inch or two apart, bodies touching, thinking how the other strike a nerve in more than one way.

#ramblings #esme squalor #olivia caliban #headcanons #book verse #esme x olivia #(i think bookverse esme and olivia have beef with one another. when it comes to fashion.) #(as kids and teens it wasn't so bad. nothing wrong with having two self proclaim fashion experts. they even got along at times.) #as young adults/adults it gets a bit more tense to where they don't usually stay in the same space for long) #(almost to 'you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up' 'you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid' post levels)

[vigilskeep]

Wait you play wayhaven too??? Who is your lame ass vamp girlfriend??? 👀

oh ya i do or i used to!! i have historically always romanced mason but i’ve been possessed with the urge to give ava a tall annoying pathetic boyfriend lately so tonight’s plan is to get that out of my head

#for the ‘you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up’ ‘you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid’ of it all #‘baby—’ ‘it’s commanding agent.’ ‘babygirl—’ #that to me is the romance that breaks 1000 years of ice or whatever girlie has going on

[badolmen]

Incredibly frustrated by how condescendingly jaded my uncle can be but I’m being so brave about it <- not blowing him up with my mind even though I want to

#ra speaks #personal #I love him. but my dude. bruh. #made a comment abt how I should try working/volunteering w the homeless #after I commented on his tirade abt homeless ppl ‘gaming the system’ by getting arrested in the winter #to have somewhere warm w food to stay like ‘why are we not talking about how fucked it is that the homeless will fucking die if they don’t? #like sir. buddy. you do remember that I grew up on food stamp right? I have gone to a food bank as a recipient before. #I’ve volunteered at shelters and soup kitchens before. I know addicts and homeless people in town. #this isn’t some naive wide eyed college socialist ‘those poor homeless people are saints’ schitck #this is a tired university food pantry anarchist ‘aren’t you fucking tired of being cruel to people who make the best o thr circumstances?’ #sorry you can no longer see the divine value of every human life and must endure the tragedy #of considering everyone not to your standard a lost cause. #some of us see the work to be done and will be doing it instead of wallowing in hate and pity. #shut up and get to work like the rest of us if you hate it so much. #it’s just like *strangled him* you see me twice a year dude I DO WORK AT A SOUP KITCHEN YOU IDIOT #I just don’t talk abt it because it’s just something I do sorry I thought making acts of charity your whole personality #was vain and frowned upon in christian society??? #this makes my plans to ditch academia and go into fulltime aid work feel all the more. idk vindicated??? #that’s not the right word but you get it. uncle t I love you but you know fuck all and have hardened your heart to the world. #god break that heart of stone you have and bless you with love for your fellow man. or whatever. #for context this convo happened like two years ago but I saw him last week and in light of recent personal revelations I’ve remembered it #core memory locked in ‘are you for fucking real uncle t?’ #vocational woes