warnings: swearing, homophobia, making out, use of y/n, the f slur, abuse
genre: angst, fluff
sypnosis: your strict, homophobic mom catch fem!teen!reader and silverhair!billie together
please dont read this if you're not comfortable with anything in the warnings or anything.
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you were laying on top of billie, your cheek on her chest and hands in her hair, silky silver locks weaving through your fingers. her right hand was on your jaw, left under your shirt on your ribs while her mouth moved against yours.
you shuddered when she bit down your lip. you pulled away for air and looked up at her.
"bills, I ever tell y' how pretty you are?"
"all the time mamas" she replied, pulling you further up her body, holding you close so she could nuzzle into your neck, breathing in the scent of cinnamon and cherries.
a calm silence filled aura enveloped the two of you.
it was quickly flipped around, wrung out, and beaten to death as finneas' pleading could be heard. through the wall. "no- no you don't have to go in there!" the door was slammed open by a familiar fuming face. your mother.
you scrambled off her and your throat tightened. you had a small purple hickey on your neck and you were literally in her hoodie, in her bed "u-uh mom?"
"y/n y/l/n what the fuck is going on?" She yelled. if this was a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of her ears and nose.
you were frozen, shaking. billie put her hand in your thigh but you brushed it off and stood up "i-i" you stuttered.
billie just watched. she was upset you brushed her off but she understood. she knew how your mom was. and it wasn't pretty.
"answer me, y/n." she approached. you could smell the dinner on her breath and see the anger in her eyes. "I told you your curfew was 7 and its 7:35."
"i-i didn't know.." you flinched at her tone and looked down "I lost track of time"
"yeah, because you were busy being gay. I should've known you weren't just friends, I mean look at you, cuddling her. do better, y/n. were going home right now" she snapped, grabbing your arm with a white knuckle grip and dragging you away from billie.
you let out a gasp of pain and that's when billie stoofd up and finneas stepped in. "alright that's enough" finneas started but was interrupted by your mom
"No. I don't want any of you being friends anymore. I thought I could trust you, finneas, and Billie? don't even get me started on you. I knew you were a bad influence on her, trying to become famous just to leave my daughter."
you looked up to your mom, then to billie "is that true?" you asked, now on the verge of tears, looking at billie straight in her eyes.
"no— why would I ever even do that? w— that's so fucking stupid" she said. she was confused on why you would even believe your mom.
"she's lying to you, y/n. c'mon were leaving" she said sternly glaring at billie and dragging you out. your eyes didn't leave hers though, the betrayal struck your heart down. you couldn't believe how stupid you must've looked, actually believing that she loved you.
in the car your mom was screaming at you. it was hard to focus. the traffic lights beamed at you, the wind on the outside if the car scraping against it, and your moms angry presence was overwhelming. when she pulled into the driveway your phone was blown up with messages from billie and finneas
"y/n I wasn't going to do any of that, i swear i dont know what shes on about." "please answer me." "im sorry"
"please answer billie" "Idk what your moms on about" "my sister isn't lying to you, trust me y/n"
you read them
you ignored them
"out now" your mom spat, unlocking the car door. you knew you were in for shit now that you were home. no bystanders, no curios drivers looking into loud cars, no cameras. just you, your mom and your dog.
you took a shaky breath and stepped out and into your home house.
the door slammed shut behind you and you knew it before you felt it. she grabbed your hair and turned you around to face her "who the fuck are you. I didn't raise a fucking faggot"
"I'm sorry" you whispered
"sorry won't cut it. you didn't come home on time, I come to billiies and you're on top of her. what's gotten into you" she pulled you closer. close enough to be in the water zone
your eyes stung with tears and she slapped you
"dint start crying you did this to yourself. I want you out of my house. now." she screamed "do you understand me?"
you nodded
"use your fucking words"
"Yes mom" you muttered as she let go of you, pushing you toward the door.
you didn't bother grabbing anything. you just started running out. you ran. your vision blurred and tour breath shaky. you didn't care that it took 30 minutes to get to their house, you knew the way and you were going. you tripped on your laces and sat in a pile of tears, mud and blood for a few minutes, right by her house until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you.
"I've got you, shush, I'm here baby" she whispered. you immediately knew it was her and your tears burst even harder "I shouldn't have let you leave, I'm sorry"
"n-no I—"
she cut you off "shhhh, its okay now. you're safe now" she pulled away to wipe a few of your tears but they just streamed back down.
with the help of finneas, she took you inside, up to her room and just laid with you back on top of her.
"i-it hurts, bils" you whispered.
"where? what hurts babygirl" she mumbled, cupping your face.
"everywhere" you had cuts and bruises forming on your palms and knees from the fall, makes on your arms from the pure dragging, you and the worst headache and on top of that, your cheek was stinging from the hit.
"let me.clean you up" she said.
the rest of your night was spent with her gentle touch and reassurance, finneas doing most of the medical shit and LOTS of cuddles. Maggie accepted you to live woth them with open arms.
the next day, you made a list of things you wanted from your house, which you all went to get together.
warnings: uhhh I don't wanna spoil NOTHING so imma just give you a tw (it's nothing graphic, dw), a small sex joke
genre: fluff, angst ig?
sypnosis: moments between singer!reader and rapper!matt
3rd person today?!
she admired that about him.
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she grabbed his camera. his recording camera for his youtube channel, which even though he started a new carreer, he continued filllming with his brothers.
she fiddled around with it, opening her mouth like she was screaning into the camera as she thought it was off.
she didn't know how his shit worked.
"baby it's on" matt turned his head back to say.
she gasped and tried to get infront of him so she could actually be seen but he put his hands on her waist and delicately plopped her back behind him.
"I wanna be in front" she said, smiling dorkily into his side profile, her arm holding him against her.
"nope!" He shook his head
"pleaseeee babyyyy" she begged, and distracted him with a kiss to the jaw before trying yet again.
her hips skimmed over his and that made him ever so acutely aware she was trying again. he tickled her.
his fingers moved against her arms, softly itching the skin with his nailless fingertips, brushing all over.
her laugh was airy and breathless. her voice was already slightly tired from earlier recording but her laughter was radiating even with a sore throat.
"stop it!" she giggled "imma bite you" she got her slang from him. from his songs but still let herself shine through. she never would've said 'imma' before meeting him but she did now.
"still not letting you in the front" matt persisted.
you bit his shoulder, teeth warning him to let you, though the didnt sink or break, just grazed. he gave no reaction. not even a flinch. it was a regularly occurring threat that was empty.
so she resorted to her last method.
"MATT LIKES BEING THE LITTLE SPOON!" shw giggle-yelled into the camera, face so close her nose was practically touching it and breath fogging it. "HE LIKES BEING THE CUDDLEE-"
the recording was cut off just as she successfully got in front.
"and the Grammy goes to...." the presenter opened the envelope and read "y/n y/l/n!!"
she practically screamed.
she shot up and grabbed matt, her arms flingimg and tightening around his neck as she fully pressed herself against him, tugging him down to her height in the mean time.
he had his arms around her upper back like a gentleman. after a few clear seconds that made it evident she wasn't gonna move, he tapped her shoulder "go on! go get your Grammy"
he shimmered to loosen her grip and... well it worked.
she smiled and let go "thank you baby" she pecked his lips before running up to the stage, her heels almost giving out, but luckily, there was no accident.
she grabbed the first presenter shakily and hugged her almost as tight, personally thanking her and doing the exact same with the other.
that's what he admired about her.
her affection and clear passion in everything, small or big.
she took the Grammy and held it in one hand and grasping the mic for dear life with the other
"thank you! oh- my- this 's like my first gramm- baby don't cry you're gonna make me cry! stop it, look away" she was tearing up.
so was matt.
his eyes were swelling with deep tears of pride. he shook his head. he was overwhelmingly over the moon.
"I couldn't have done this with out matt. he said I should say it was fully self made but he helped with like half the album he just didn't want to take credit. half this goes to him, and he knows it-" she sniffled and crouched down for a second. placing the artifact on the floor and pressing her hands to her face momentarily before standing again.
"this is such a personal record. I didn't think anyone liked it, but you did, thank you. everyone here, at home, thank you! thank you! Thank you! thank you, taylor. " she giggled as she was jumping and cheering front and centre.
"this means so much to me I love you all" she said, walking down the stairs. ready to run back to rapper, but yells from said man reminded her she did infact forget to pick her award up.
she picked it back up and ran back to rapper. she gently placed it down before jumping on him in a hug "I love you, I love you, I love you" she kissed his cheek, leaving a deep red lip print. which he left there for the rest of the night.
a side by side shot of the both of you crying, holding the award, was edited hundreds of times showing true love in a world of liars and cheaters.
"guys, look how fuckin' gorgeous my angel looks while she sleeps" matt whispered and panned the camera over to her.
she was arched like a crescent, one arm above her head and the other loosely pinned under her back.
one leg was hanging off the bed and the other was sprawled atop of his
her mouth was wide open, and murky drool was leaking from the corner.
light snores escaped her lips and her shirt was halfway up her stomach. his hand was on her hip, a cover for the little rolls on her back from the position you were in that you'd be deeply insecure of if they were posted.
he purposefully put it there so she wouldn't judge herself
she mumbled a barely coherent "matt" and shuffled around a little just so she was closer and the hand above your head was now grasping his collar.
"so beautiful" he whispered and kissed her forehead as the camera paused again.
"babe! babe I found it" she said as you ran down the hallway with a hoodie over your head, likea. kid in a candy store.
she jumped on top of him, straddling his thighs and showed him the hoodie "my first sample of the merch I was gonna drop but then I didn't like the design so I scrapped it plus it was way too big for me to wear so I kept it for you and I was meant to give-"
she was cut off by the familiar balmed lips against her own "why, thank you, my love" He said as he took it from her and put it over his head.
he looked down at the yellow hoodie and its design "d'know why you scrapped it. you look amazing on it" He said and pulled her closer.
a few weeks later that design was out on her merch store.
matt was fighting the force of her hands pushing his head down.
"you do this to me all the time, let it happen, baby!" she squealed as he finally let in and put his head down, revealing the shining ring on her finger that was entangled in his brown locks
"we're getting married!" she said, a smile that outshines any ring any day plastered on her clearly ecstatic face.
he could fall and fall and fall into the smile a million times and never get bored of it.
you were the most beautiful creature to walk the face of earth and any jealous fan could suck a dick. not his though. that was reserved for his fiancée.
the announcement broke every platform on every phone.
articles circled everywhere, making rappers pain immensely worse. the words 'y/n y/l/n dead, aged 20 in a heinous murder' echoed throughout his mind, followed by the shining picture of her gravestone.
that flashy opal smile on a thundering grey rock, decorated with messages from supporters.
'justice for y/n'
'a star gone too young'
'fuck the system'
they felt pain, natt felt pain before but not like matt felt this pain.
when ariana, a close friend of the couples, came forward to comfort matt, like they'd done when the same thing happened to mac, rumors speculated that they hooked up.
it broke him further.
how dare they accuse him of having an affair. Two broken people, alone, finding comfort in eachother. Two broken bonds, melting together over a mutual loss. it made them stronger. they could relate. he felt her pain. but nothing happened.
ever.
he wouldn't betray you like that, whether you were dead or alive a thought of any woman but you wouldn't be caught in a 100 foot radius of him.
he disappeared.
4 months of no matt.
not an appearance.
no car videos, no music, no performances, not even a picture.
he pulled a taylor.
not until his chain with her initials on was later found at her grave, along with a sobbing matt.
he changed.
he physically changed.
skinnier, paler, his hair past his shoulders and messy stubble lining his neck and face.
support was shot back his way but he didn't respond.
he was messed the fuck up.
soon the court case came.
the murderer was found and prosecuted.
life sentences piled up to numbers that had never been heard before.
matt shot glares that lasered into the mans murderers back. no murderer could be called a man.
After her mom, her father and her brother screamed at the psycho he got his long awaited turn.
he stepped up, face to face with the freak who killed his love, his world and he stared into his eyes.
"I fucking hate you" He whispered sincerely, only to be heard by said psycho.
he shuddered.
"I HATE YOU" matt screamed, an angry, sombre tear falling out of his left duct, creeping down his face.
he flinched.
matt walked away, straight out of the room, straight to his car, and straight to their bed, the same sheets she last slept in, completely unwashed, still clad with her scent and drooly pillow.
he cried himself to sleep that night.
he released new music three years later.
his voice matured and his whole album about her
her laughter, the love, the smiles, the frowns, the wins, the losses, the memories, the arguments, the regret of them, the guilt, the intimacy, the dates, the meet cute, the last moment, the love, the engagement, and the death.
the album cover?
his favourite picture of her. the one she hated, but the one he loved.
he even spilled a secret shared between the lovers. she was 3 months pregnant when the tragedy struck, leaving him alone, no being even remotely close to her
matt, who, pre singer, was once the heartbreaker, was now the heartbroken.
sypnosis: nick was rambling about crush!reader not knowing you were home
DISCLAMIER: I'm not a man. I don't know how men act!!
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"yo, y/n, ill be back. gettin' a drink. you want one?"
"yeah, waters fine thanks" you said, your eyes peeled to the screen of his TV as you fought the controllers buttons to its limits.
"got it"
matt walked out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen where he was obviously interrupting something
"–no he's literally so fucking fine. like have you seen this boy. oh my god the things he could do to me. I'd let him too" nick rambled. probably his favourite thing. and honestly, just by the way he was speaking anyone in the house knew who he was talking about. y/n. matts best friend.
"could you be less in love please" matt grumbled as he walked over to the fridge
"who the fuck asked you to start talking. this is my turn" nick continued "but Chris, you don't get it. have you seen his muscles too. I'd die for his biceps. no literally dead."
"how has he never caught you blatantly staring at them either?" Chris asked, finally looking up from his phone
"I don't fucking know. everytime he's over you best believe he has my attention. especially if he's just got back from the gym MY GODDDDDD. someone get him in my bed"
he continued on and on and matt was slowly being pulled into the conversation. he was your best friend after all.
he knew everything about you. he was the only one who knew about the time you got so piss drunk that you slept in some strangers car. he was the only one who actually knew you were gay. he was the only one who knew you liked nick back.
"matttttttt, whens he coming over again? I miss my man" he rested his chin on his hand and slumped against the counter before he took a fork full of pasta.
"when's who coming over?" you asked from the doorway.
shit
everyone froze.
nick blushed.
chris took his headphones out. he didn't want to miss this.
matt turned to face you. "uhh–"
"larray" nick finished.
"larray? wait you're dating larray? what chapter have I missed" you walked in, jealousy pulsating throughout every vein it could reach as you sat down in the seat next to him in the tank top he loved so dearly. everything clung everywhere so perfectly.
biceps out, abs tight, and shoulders perfectly broadened.
it was his euphoria.
"n-no I'm not dating larray–" nick bit down on his lip so hard he could've started bleeding but he carried on "he's just like my best friend! yeah, y'know like my man! bro way"
"oh.. good" you didn't realise what you said or the way your smile gently pulled at your skin until way too late.
"good?" matt asked, pulling you out of your shirt lived internal celebration
"oh- no- like- I meant like good because I heard larray likes someone.." you made up on the spot. you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry in just pure embarrassment. discomfort filed through the air, just collaborating in your aura.
"oh yeah that's cool. let's talk about that" chris said to clear the air
both you and nick sighed in relief until matt spoke. someone always had to ruin the peace
"ha- no. let's not. let's talk about the fact you both so obviously like eachother" he snapped. he'd had enough of the both of your dick drunk rambling. nick this, y/n that. it was a constant and maybe it would get worse if you did start dating but he couldn't handle this reminiscing anymore, this hope when he was getting it from both sides "nick, we all know you weren't talking about larray."
nick let out an extremely high pitched "what?!"
both his brothers deadpanned him.
"seriously?" Chris asked, pretty amused though. "you were literally just talking about y/n's-"
"– no I wasn't!"
"my what?" you asked
"you as a whole."
"why? do you not like me? like I know we don't talk much but–"
"no.. its not that." he looked up at the ceiling hoping aliens would come down and take him to Mars but of course, it was just fantasy "can we talk.. in private. just not in front of my twin fucking brothers"
"yeah" you sighed "lead the way."
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nick had walked you up to his room, even locking the door behind him even though he knew his brothers would eavesdrop either way. silence enveloped the pair either way. awkward comfort that was soon broken by you though.
"sooo, what did you want to talk about?"
"uhm, well... i kinda– I don't even know– no.. I do know. its just hard y'know 'cause like, I like you but you're not gay and like.everytime matt brings you over I get so distracted and you just–"
"wait- hold on.. you like me?"
he licked his lips and shakily, he mumbled a barely audible but still heard "yes"
"and you think I'm straight?"
he nodded, looking down at his chipping nail polish.
the silence came back. quite quickly too.
you took a step forward and put your hand on his jaw. immediately, his face flared red and before he could do anything but look up, your lips were already pressed to his.
he gasped. your taste, your warmth, your surprisingly smooth lips were on his. the moment he'd dreamed about, emphasis on dream because in his dreams you were straight.
it took actual courage to kiss back. the World was spinning, obviously, but at least 50x faster now that you were so close to him.
when you pulled away to breathe, both your breaths were heavy. you pressed your palms to his warm cheeks to fully get your words through to him "I never said I was straight, and i never said I didn't like you. I'm in love with you, nick. I just didn't think you liked me, so I didn't act on it. if I knew, trust me, this would've happened way earlier."
he chuckled breathily, a dreamy smile evident now "so you're telling me this could've happened ages ago?"
you nodded, moving your hands down to his shoulders "yeah. I'm guessing you'd wanna be my boyfriend since you wanted this ages ago, then?" you mocked.
he hit your arm but his smile never left "Yes, shut up"
"make–" he already knew what you were gonna say and his lips made their way to.yours before you could finish.
as you kissed, the door swung open, matt and Chris behind it with phones out recording and hyping you both up
"fucking finally!" matt celebrated.
"took long enoigh"
eyes were rolled but smiles were shared and camaraderie burst through nicks room as the new hangout was obviously held there the rest of the day, your arm casually but also not so casually, cast around nicks shoulders
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a/n: it feels weird writing mlm bc I'm not mlm, I'm wlw but I love nick, and I love gays so I made it anyway. fuck you haters. I LOVE THIS.
not proofread
AND I KNOW DICK DRUNK ISNT USED IN THE RIGHT CONTEXT SHUT YOUR BITCH ASS UO BEFORE I SEE ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
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warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive at the end
genre: fluff
sypnosis: the triplets visit your family's farm and your their guide. Chris didn't realise how pretty said guide would be
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"there's a cute girl like..." Chris started whispering into the camera, peeking over his shoulder to find you "like 20 feet behind me" he said as he turned back into the camera.
"Chris she's coming" matt said excited for his brother.
he snapped his neck back in your direction. before turning back and taking the camera from nick to use as a mirror to sort out his hair.
"oh my god! you're acting like me!" nick giggled, shoving his twin.
"shut up, nick" he mumbled. they laughed.
he quickly shoved the camera into the nearest hands so he could be seen right next to you as you walked over. "hey y'all, how're we all doing today?" you asked, energetic as ever.
the southern twist in your mostly Boston accent made his stomach flip and his heart twirl. he wanted to kick his feet and pick the petals of a daisy like a preschooler. your pure existence made him want to crumble and melt into a puddle. just his air coming from your air was making his knees weak
"we're good" nick responded smugly seeing one of his twins blush like that. especially chris. he wasn't exactly known for settling.
"aw that's great! follow me and we can get started." you clapped your hands together and waved them to follow.
chris was eager. he was right on your tail, chatting up a storm, desperately trying to get you laugh to which he succeeded, multiple times.
"alrighty, it's quite loud so anyone at home should probably turn it down" you giggled to the camera, unlocking the barn doors without looking back at them "this is the barn where our chickens-"
"nope!" nick interjected taking a few steps back
matt laughed and pushed him closer to the doors "c'mon nick, they're just birds"
"you know how I feel about birds–" he yelled putting his hand in matts face but someone pushed him through the loosely opened doors, earning a scream of terror filled with clucking in the back.
it was a good thing they did turn the volume down.. if they did.
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Once nick was freed, and finished slapping his brothers, and yelling at them, ypu took them away from the chickens– per nicks request –and over to the horses.
"so, these are our horses. we've got, bessy with the brown coat, freya with the grey and June with the dots. don't tell the others, but she's my favourite."
"can you ride.... th- them– the horses of course" Chris asked, scratching the back of his neck and looking back to his brothers who were holding in laughter that was just about to bubble over.
"yeah, I can ride. y'can try if you want. freya'll be sweet enough for ya"
his eyes met your gaze, sweet and welcoming, those soft lips curved up in a sickeningly gorgeous smile.
"and if I do, you'll catch me if I fall" he asked shyly.
"I can try" you giggled.
that was what he liked to hear. not the phrase. those god damn giggles. the uncontrollable laughter you let out at practically every sentence.
he was already smitten.
"Okay, I'll do it"
he perked up and hopped the gate which turned out to be a huge mistake as the squelchy mud underneath made him slip. "matt!" you gasped, trying to grab him before he fell.
"Hey 'm not matt" he didn't care he fell, he didn't care about the mistake. all he could focus on was your touch. the warm from your hand seeping onto his arm.
"sorry! chris. oh my god! you need rain boots on the mud. they have grips." you explained while simultaneously trying to help him up. "put these on"
a pair of pink rain boots landed on the floor in front of him and when he looked up he was stuck at the sight of you walking off, hips swaying and ponytail bouncing with every step you took.
his jaw was ever so slightly open, eyes hung on your captivating presence. the way you moved around the horse, patting her chest and prepping her. the way you knew how to do it. you had all he needed and he was craving it.
his hands dug into the mud and he snapped out of it when he heard the sound of it that made him want to rip his ears off.
he wiped his muddy hands on his pants and put the rainboots on.
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he stood with his dirt ridden hands and muddy ass, nerves piling up. you brought the grey horse over. "ready?"
"no- yes. yes I'm ready." he approached the animal but hesitated before her "you promise I won't fall"
"I can't promise that but the more nervous you are, the more nervous she is. just calm down and go slow I'll be right next to you. plus I know a little first aid, so you'll be fine"
he nodded and took a deep breath. he gently held your arm and hoisted himself up and over, matt making sure everything was on camera because he knew he'd want it
"s'not even that bad up here" he said shakily.
"yeah right" matt and nick said in sync. it always made you laugh when they did shit like that. using telepathic shit.
chris rolled his eyes "doll, how do I get movin'?"
"I'll just walk with you and she'll follow me" you took her reigns and started to walk away, giving her no choice to follow.
it was way too fast for Chris making him wobble. he grabbed onto absolutely nothing "ohhh- y/n, get me off, get me off, get me off I'm gonna fall-" He pleaded with actual fear in his eyes.
"Hey, calm down. I got you" you said calm. you held his leg steady "swing the other one around and use me for help if you need to" you said, looking up at him.
his eyes met yours and immediately got lost. your hand on him, your eyes on him, your mind on him, protecting him. God he could get used to that..
"we milking a cow or what, lovebirds?" matt asked.
you both instantly turned red and chris put his hands on your shoulders before hopping off. it took him another few seconds to actually let go.
"thanks" he whispered
"'s no problem"
the tension was palpable and thick. he so wanted to grab your face and kiss you, make you his, take you on dates, and cuddle you to sleep. he wanted you. he craved you. but he couldn't have you. not now atleast.
"imma go put freya away" you said quietly having to find a distraction. you took the horse and with hesitant steps, you walked off.
"yeah" he muttered, reeling from the whole ordeal
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usually, your dad said no to guests using your showers but in chris' case he took a leap amd said yes. the boy had managed to get dirt basically everywhere the eye could see. splotches on his face, his hands were coated and nails probably stained but worse of all, his clothes.
that blue fresh love hoodie? yeah that would be brown the rest of its– assumingly –short life. his baggy jeans, once a fresh denim now coated in the stuff.
God know how he even got that bad but it was Chris. he managed to break boundaries on stuff like that.
he stepped out of the shower, towel clutched to his waist and hair dripping wet. he left the fresh clothes in your room like an actual idiot.
he poked his head through which made your head shoot up as the old door creaked "oh- Chris. it's just you.. y'scared me"
"sorry. I left my clothes in here. I'll be quick"
he awkwardly walked through your room and picked his clothes up. he tried to be fast but you didn't mind. you were practically salivating. all that could be yours one day. those biceps, that chest, those abs, that face.
"thank you" He said as he shuffled back into the bathroom.
he got changed as quick as possible and as he picked up the clothes a little slip of paper fell to the floor.
curious, he picked it up and unfolded it, tilting his head as he read
'you can come back anytime, just call in advance 012-345-6789.
sypnosis: dancer!reader and taylor are secretly dating but before the show, you agreed that you'd surprise her to make it public.
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the whole show was filled with tension between you and Taylor. she was so on edge because of the promise. the promise that you'd make it public. the promise you'd both be out.
she was messing up when you got close. lyrics were getting mumbled, and she'd zone out, lost in your face, or sing the wrong part.
the whole time you were internally laughing your ass off, seeing her so spaced from the thought of you.
it was in the midnights era when it finally happened. during bejeweled, you asked kam if you could do his little dance solo, and being the absolute g he is, he obviously said yes and agreed to keep it a secret from taylor.
"I polish up real, I polish up real nice!" taylor sung, looking at kam so he could step forward. the shock on her face when you stepped forward was humorous.
you took her micless hand and twirled her around before bringing her into your body and holding one of her legs up. she let out a squeak of surprise before you brought your lips down to hers and caught her in a kiss.
she smiled into it, and her cue to sing again passed by many beats before you disconnected, smiling at each other.
it felt like it was just the two of you, in your own euphoric world of bliss.
you let go of her and continued to dance. your eyes didn't leave her, but neither did hers, so it was fine.
the audience went absolutely crazy. they thought she was with travis? they thought she was straight? no. she was with you. she was in a pr relationship with travis to be with you and it was clear the contract was over now.
the song choice was quite ironic too.
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After the show had finished, you knocked on the door of her dressing room "tay?" you called out, beginning to knock again but the second your hand was even close to the door she opened it, making you step back, almost hitting her
"come in" she smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you in
you closed the door behind you and sat on the couch, gently yanking her down to sit with you "surprised?"
"yeah I was actually. but I was expecting it because it took you so long to do it" she said while you rolled your eyes
"welllllll I know you were still surprised. you should've seen your face"
"I'm sure I will tomorrow" she said more seriously. she knew coming out would come with backlash. she had to keep karlie a secret too.
you could feel the regret seeping out of her. you cupped her face and pulled hit closer "taylor, look at me" you said softly
she bit her gums and looked into your eyes.
"dont overthink. there's nothing we can do about hate because, shit I know you hate me quoting you but the haters are gonna hate. you can't stop them.. its just what they do. you'd get backlash for breathing the wrong way so don't stress it. you've advocated for gay rights and pride multiple times before. if that wasn't hint enough I think this is. I know I'm not big like travis but I can still protect you like he does." as you spoke, she let out the smallest of smiles but it was clear as day to you "I love you, and no jealous troll will ever make me think any differently. you're mine, forever And always"
"I love you too" she whispered and sunk into the quiet "but please stop quoting me. I swear it's my 13th reason why"
"isn't 13 your lucky number though?" you smirked as she hit your arm
"shut up, you actual moron"
soon, the room was filled with laughter and any regret or guilt had diminished. it was just what you did.
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a/n: first little les thing on here how we feeling, guys?
sypnosis: an interviewer let's actress!reader choose someone to be interviewed with her and she chooses drew, who happens to be her celebrity crush
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"y/n over here!" an interviewer called, holding out a microphone for you.
you smiled and walked over grabbing the mic.
"Hey, how are you today?"
"oh my god, hi, I'm so great, thank you. how're you?"
"I'm alright, thanks for asking. if you dont mind, we're gonna do things a little differently today," the interviewer said as you nodded "we want you to choose anyone on the carpet right now to be interviewed with you"
"really?" you asked, looking over your shoulder
"yeah, choose anyone" she replied with a chuckle.
you smirked and put your finger up to your lip, your eyes hunting for the man they'd been set on all night, the man you could recognise from a mile away, the man whose movies you'd binged most nights when you were bored and it didn't take long at all to find that familiar face.
you passed the microphone back to the interviewer and walked over to him, your footsteps small as your dress was tight.
your courage slowly dropped. there were people already talking to him, the cameras were flashing, more than likely to catch any embarrassment and post it everywhere and suddenly any courage you once held was gone.
you took a deep breath and tapped on his shoulder. "uh, drew?" you asked politely like a child telling her mom she dropped the ice cream she just got from the ice cream man.
there was barely any time to run away and die as he turned around the second your fingers touched his shoulder "hey.. you're y/n y/l/n? I didn't know you were here"
you let out a nervous giggle "y-yeah, I am."
he grinned
"I was just at an interview and she said I could choose someone to be interviewed with me and I was wondering if you'd wanna do it with me?" you asked, hope glimmering in your eyes
"yeah of course I will" he answered almost too quick but a yes is a yes and you let out a sigh of relief
"Okay, uh follow me, I guess"
you led him back to the interviewer and tool your mic back. you put it between the two of you, as you thought you were sharing one but you didn't see the interviewer holding another one out for you. drew thought you were handing it to him and wrapped his hand around it, his fingers brushing yours.
you were yet again embarrassing yourself infront of the drew starkey, the man who gave you a reason to start acting.
you let him take it and awkwardly took the other one.
"quite the partner, y/n. drew, how's your night going"
"It's going... okay. I'm just a little nervous. im sure I'll be fine, though. "
"let's hope so." she said before looking down at a list of questions in her hand "y/n, drew, your movies are going up against eachother, and you yourselves are nominated in the same categories multiple times. do you think either of your wins or losses could affect a future friendship?"
"no, It's a competition and not everyone can win. there's 7 people that'll lose and that's okay. we just have to support whoever does win" drew answered
"yeah, there's a possibility neither of us will win and its okay" you said, looking up at him again.
"that's good. we don't need anymore drama in this world. y/n, a lot of your fans have noticed you've been a little happier recently. is there anyone behind that, maybe a special someone?"
yu giggled, biting down on your bottom lip slightly "Well, no but I'm open to it" you smiled, taking a small glance toward drew to meet his eyes for a second. you quickly turned away and tried to hide the pink dusting your cheeks.
the interviewer saw the tension and used it to her advantage "do you think drew could be that special someone?"
the air got caught in your throat, not expecting such a blunt question but before you could answer or even regain some confidence drew chimed in with a smooth "I could be"
the interviewers eyebrows raised and drew continued "how about if I win, I can get your number and take you out on a date somewhere?"
your mouth opened but no words came out. you just nodded.
"but what if she wins?" She asked
"we'll have to see" he replied before waving goodbye to the camera and skimming his hand over your waist to get past you and back onto the carpet.
your eyes followed him hut you were frozen in place out of shock for a while.
when you'd come to your senses, you thanked the interviewer for her time and continued on your night, though the interaction never left your mind
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a/n sorry if this is bad I'm still getting used to writing
warnings: panic attack, mentions of death, mentions of substance abuse
genre: fluff
sypnosis: colby helps anxious!reader with her panic attack after she gets in contact with someone in the estes
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you felt the air stop in your throat. your nerves scattered around your whole body. breathing became hard and your leg started to shake. the words in the headphones turned into background noise but one phrase stood out in the chaos 'y/c/n/n'. (your childhood nick name)
it wouldn't be unusual for some spirit to follow someone right? but it hit different knowing exactly who this was from. your father. he died in a drunk driving incident, getting in his car five drinks too many and crashing into a stoplight just a few minutes away from the house you were currently in
you blamed yourself and guilt followed you throughout the months he was gone and now he was back. back in your head. everything you tried to forget, forgive and heal came crashing down from 3 words.
"i-i" you stumbled over your words and couldn't take it as tears started to stream through the blindfold, dampening the fabric. you quickly became overestimated with the lack of senses you could use, you quickly pulled the blindfold and headphones out. you rushed out of the room, trying to wipe the tears as they fell but it was no use.
the second you got up colby was confused. shocked. "y/n?" He called out after you, turning off the camera and ran to catch up with you.
it was no use. you were already out the door, sat on the porch, crying into your knees. your whole system shook as images clouded your mind of the articles and pictures of the totaled car, the blood, the unrecognisable drunk in the front seat.
it felt hopeless to try but colby didn't care. if anyone could calm you it'd be him. he crouched down to your level and instead of him finding you, he let you find him. "You're okay, I'm here, breathe, take your time" He whispered, his pinky connecting to yours in reassurance.
you wanted to say something, anything ro find comfort but you just couldn't move. you were frozen back in the depression he helped you escape amd he'd do it again and again and again until your mind was at peace again.
when he realised the severity of it he put his arm around your shoulder bringing your stiff body into the side of his and that one decision was all you needed. you flung your arms around his torso and sobbed into his chest.
his arms closed around your body and a hand went into your hair, stroking through the locks, the pads of his fingers gently reaching your scalp, like they were patting the thoughts out
"c-can't breathe" you choked out as tears and all sorts of ugly fluids came from every hole in your face.
"Okay, you're okay. breathe with me. in, out, in, out" he soothed, putting his chin on your head.
you tried all you could to sync your breaths and eventually his lead calmed you down, turning the rapid uncontrollable gasps into shaky breaths; the aftermath of the worst.
the tears died out, you closed your eyes, and you listened to his heart beat for a long while.
when they finally opened you looked up at him, his eyes quickly meeting yours
"you okay, now? what happened" he asked softly, a hand reaching out to wipe a few stray tears and push some of the snot induced hair behind your ears.
"h-he was talking to m-me" you mumbled
"who?"
"dad" you whispered, very almost undetectable but it was picked up
"oh, baby.." he sympathised as the waterworks came back. he pulled you into his lap and into a firm hug of which you accepted "it wasn't your fault. you couldn't have done anything about it. he just misses you."
"i know" you sniffled, digging your head into his neck "I miss him too"
"why don't we go back and talk to him then. we won't record it I promise"
"I can?" you asked, raising your head back up
"yeah. me and sam'll be right next to you"
you nodded. he slowly got out from under you and held a hand out for you to take.
you interlocked your fingers woth his and walked back inside meeting sam back in the living room. he looked up.from his phone "you okay now?"
"yeah" you said quietly and sat down next to him, colby sitting on the other side of you.
he explained what was going on to Sam and the rest of the night was spent off camera, speaking to your father one last time, getting the closure you needed after 7 months of pain.
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a/n: this is my first fic so I apologise if its bad and short but feel free to give me any requests and I'll try my best to do them but I'm quite proud of this one
