Sooo like could you do one we’re y/n is like super knight or drunk and Matt or Chris take care of herrr??? And idc if it’s Matt or Chris bc I love both of them so yeahhh!! If not i totally understand<3 ily thank you readinggg❤️❤️🙈🙈🙈‼️‼️‼️‼️
summary: reader gets like hella drunk (idfk how drinking works yall) and Chris is like worried and whatever
a/n: again, I've never drank (I've been sober since I came out the womb) so if this is wrong I apologize.
warnings: THROWING UP! yall out there with the barf phobia.. watch out..
okay let's get into ittttt 😍🤞
An arm snakes around my waist as I'm on my sixth shot of the night. A hand gently takes my glass from my hand. "Hey," I protest, but my voice is slow and lazy. "What're you doin'?"
"I think you've had enough for tonight, sweetheart," a voice says. I smile, recognizing who it is.
"Chris," I slur, leaning into him. I wrap my arms around him. I hear him sigh softly and hug me back.
"How many of those have you had?" He asks, concerned eyes flicking between me and the glass he just took from my hand.
"Like... two, I swear," I mumble, obviously lying. "Lemme have it." I grab for the glass.
He holds it out of my reach. "Lets go home, you look like you're about to be sick."
He's right, my stomach has been turning. But, I want to keep drinking. "But I want moreee," I whine, pressing my face into his shoulder. He scoops me up, leaving my glass on the counter as he carries me out of the house. I sigh and give up, leaning my head on the junction between his shoulder and neck. I play with his necklace as he takes me to Matt's car. Matt and Nick are already inside, on their phones. "I love you," I say suddenly.
Chris laughs softly, and kisses my head. "I love you too." He opens the car door and buckles me in my seat. He sits in the back with me, letting me lean my head on his shoulder. I fall asleep on the drive back, listening to Chris and his brother's hushed voices, asking him about me.
I wake up when Chris carries me up the steps to his porch. "Chris," I murmur, my stomach lurching.
"Yeah?" He says, stepping inside.
"I'm gonna throw up." At my words, he immediately quickens his pace and carries me into the bathroom. I practically leap the the toilet before throwing up in it. I feel fingers graze my neck as my hair is pulled from my face. After a few moments, I finish. I sit back and Chris gently wipes my mouth with a damp rag. He flushes the toilet and puts the lid down before picking me up and sitting me on it.
"Where are your makeup remover wipes?" He asks, rummaging through the bathroom cabinets.
"Medicine cabinet," I mumble, my eyes shut. I feel a cool cloth on my face, and open my eyes to see Chris's focused expression directly in front of me as he wipes off my makeup with careful precision. I notice how his tongue sticks out a little while he focuses. "Can I take a shower?"
"In the morning," Chris answers, finishing taking off my makeup. "You could fall in the state you're in."
"M'not gonna fall," I murmur, but decide not to fight the decision. Chris wipes my face and neck with a damp rag to satisfy me. He hands me my tooth brush and some toothpaste while brushing his own teeth. "What's the time?"
"Around four in the morning," Chris answers after spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing off his toothbrush and doing the same to mine, and I immediately feel bad for keeping him up late.
"Sorry," I murmur. Chris gently turns my face to his.
"Don't be," he says softly before kissing my lips tenderly. "Wanna change into something more comfortable?" I nod, and he carries me into his bedroom. He sets me on the bed before taking out one of his old t-shirts that's grown soft with how worn it is, as well as some fresh underwear for me. He helps me out of my dress, and dresses me in the pajamas.
"Jesus, kid," he chuckles after I stumble for the millionth time. We finally get the clothes on me and then he changes into his own pajamas. We lay down in bed together, and Chris turns to me, concern in his eyes. "Hey, are you alright? I've never seen you drink so much in one night."
"I'm okay," I say softly, blinking slowly. Chris raises an eyebrow. "If there were anything wrong, you know I'd tell you." He nods before kissing my cheek.
"Come here," he murmurs before pulling me close to him, our legs tangling. "I love you."
"I love you more," I whisper before drifting off to sleep.
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a/n pt.2: did I eat😍🤞 also sorry for like never updating school is beating my ass right now
nah yall gotta STOP 💀 sleep with your eyes open tn if you be posting them fake nudes oh my god they're real people you don't photoshop pictures of real people into nudes!!
nah yall gotta STOP 💀 sleep with your eyes open tn if you be posting them fake nudes oh my god they're real people you don't photoshop pictures of real people into nudes!!
hii so i notice your account consists mostly of f!reader pieces but would you do any m! readers x one of the triplets? just curious and totally not wondering that to make a request with ykyk (nick specifically)
yeah I'd totally make a fic for nick with a male reader! I just never have any requests for him, and there are hardly any boys on here that read fics so😭 but if you request a m!reader x nick I'll write it
The constant ignoring, snarky remarks, and just overall his bad mood has really been getting to me lately. So, earlier today I decided I was going to talk to him.
"Matt?" I say, glancing over at him. He looks at me for a moment, the same irritated look on his face that he's been wearing for weeks.
"What?" His response is harsh.
"Can we talk about something?" I ask, putting my phone down.
"Like what?" He asks, scrolling through Instagram.
I sigh. "Like maybe how you've been ignoring me every time I talk to you?"
"I'm not ignoring you right now, am I?"
"Well, no-"
"Then what's the issue?" He sighs, rolling his eyes.
"Matt, you don't treat me like your girlfriend anymore!" I say, getting frustrated.
"Relax, it's not that big of a deal," Matt mumbles, getting up and tossing his phone on the bed.
I grab his arm. "No, you don't get to walk away from this. Why are you being so angry all of a sudden?"
Matt yanks his arm away from me, and i feel a little break in my heart. "I'm not angry, don't accuse me of things that aren't true!" He spits out, his jaw clenching.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about!" I say, exasperated. "I'm just asking, Matt. This whole thing you have going on, it's wearing on our relationship."
Matt spins around. "Don't say that," he says, anger in his eyes.
"Don't say what? The truth?" I say, raising my voice. "Matt, you barely kiss me anymore! What's going on?" I try to search his face, but his expression has fallen blank. "Do you want to be with me anymore?"
Matt sighs, and sits on the bed next to me. "Of course i still want to be with you," he murmurs, picking at the duvet.
"Then treat me like it," I say firmly. "I'm your girlfriend, Matt. We're supposed to be in this together. This relationship isn't meant to be one-sided." Matt says nothing, but nods, looking down at his lap. I sigh and scoot closer to him. I gently cup his cheek, guiding him to face me. "What's wrong, Matty?"
He leans forward and gently hugs me, pressing his face into my neck. "I'm sorry," he whispers. I gently run my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry i treated you like you're not there."
"It's alright, Matt," I say softly, my eyes trained on the wall across from me. "We all go through rough spots sometimes. Just promise me that when this happens you'll talk to me instead of ignoring me."
Matt picks up his head and kisses me gently.
"Promise me, Matt," I whisper between kisses.
Matt pulls away just enough to meet my eyes, his lips brushing mine. "I promise," he murmurs before pressing his lips to mine once more.
a/n: I listened to careless whisper while writing this
this is not proofread so let me know if there are any mistakes!😍😍
Maybe where reader and Chris go out in the snow and build a snowman or smth and then get cold so they go in and cuddle with hot chocolate or something like that. Js fluff ykyk
I call out for Chris as I see snowfall for the first time. Having lived in California for my entire life, Chris bringing me to his hometown was life changing. The weather was much cooler, and I was praying that I could see snow for the first time.
Finally, my prayer has come true. It's early December, and I excitedly look out the window, watching the snow. I feel Chris come up behind me and rest his hands on my waist, grinning at my excitement. "Can we go outside?" I ask, not waiting for his answer before opening the door.
"Woah, slow it there, ma. You'll freeze to death dressed like that," Chris protests, grabbing my hand. He already has my jacket in hand, and helps me put on the heavy snow coat. He already has his on. Chris puts one of his beanies on my head before I pull on my snow boots that I borrowed from his family. I rush out the door, feeling the cold air hit my face. I can see my breath in the air as I look up, squinting my eyes as snowflakes land on my face.
I feel Chris' arms wrap around me as he buries his face in my shoulder. I turn my head and kiss his temple before leaning down to touch the snow.
Its wet and sticks together in clumps as I pick it up. I'm immediately shocked at how cold it is, and yank my bare hand back. "Careful baby, you'll get frostbite if you don't put your gloves on," Chris says, handing me my gloves.
I put on the gloves and pick up the snow again, my hands still cold but feeling better. I stand up and look at Chris. "Can we make a snow man?" I ask with a smile. Chris playfully rolls his eyes.
"Fine, but only if we can go back inside soon. It's literally negative a million degrees out here."
He helps me roll a large ball of snow. It's easy, since the snow is sort of sticks to itself. I make the smaller balls and Chris picks them up for me and places them in a snowman shape.
"Uh, we don't have carrots or coal," Chris says with a soft laugh. "But we do have sticks and rocks." He picks them up, and makes a smiley face with the rocks before handing me the sticks. I shove a small stick into the snowman's face for the nose before putting a larger stick on either side of him for the arms.
"He's not half bad," I say with a smile. Chris kisses my cheek and takes a picture of me next to our snowman before guiding me back inside.
"Oh my gosh, it's so warm in here," he breathes as he shakes the snow off of him. We take off our jackets, boots and hats at the door before Chris runs to grab us more comfortable clothes and blankets. I shiver as I put the kettle on and get out hot chocolate packs. I walk back up to his room as I wait for the water to boil.
Chris hands me a pair of his pajama pants and a t-shirt. I put them on and he pulls a blanket over us.
"Wanna have some hot chocolate? The water should be done by now," I say as we walk down the stairs and back into the kitchen.
"Is that even a question?" Chris says, opening the instant hot chocolate packets and pouring them into our cups. He pours the hot water into them, stirs them, and hands me mine. We cuddle up together on the couch. "What'd you think of the snow?"
"It was nice, but also freezing cold," I say, resting my head on his shoulder.
"You won't be thinking it's nice tomorrow when we have to shovel it out of the driveway for my parents," Chris says with a laugh while I groan.
hii a suggestion! maybe find a ready-made prompt list that you like, post it here (giving credits ofc) and have people pick one or two prompts + who they want it written with
dunno if this is coming off as rude, but it is an honest suggestion to stimulate ur followers to make requests, much luck <3
