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The triplets!Older brothers x Younger sister!reader BLURB
Warning !! Violence, excessive language, angst. LMK IF I MISSED SMTH
You just got back home from work, but you didn't say anything while walking through the door. No ¨Hello!¨ or ¨I´m home¨. Just silence.Â
Chris caught on pretty fast. ¨Yo, Y/N.¨Â
You ignored him and kept walking past the couch he was seated on. Chris was confused and worried. You never act like this, but he left it alone for now.Â
Matt realized what was happening as he saw you walk down the hall, going towards your room. ¨Hey, Y/N. What´s wrong?¨ He said in a worried tone, as Nick walked up beside Matt. You gave in finally, and turned around. Your bottom lip trembled, and your eyes full of tears.Â
Nick was first to notice what might have happened. He walked up to you, and gripped onto your wrist, just enough to make you feel pressured but not physically hurt.
¨Tell me who made you upset.¨ He demanded roughly. Before you could even finish the word ¨him¨, Chris jumps up from the couch, and tosses the car keys to Matt.Â
¨Wait. We don´t even know what happened.¨ Nick stops Matt and Chris from running out the door, and looks back at you, ¨What did he do?¨ He loosens his grip a little.Â
¨He showed up at my work. He just stalked me. It´s nothing, really.¨ Your voice cracks and trembles a little as you speak. Nickâs grip tightens before he lets go quickly. Your arm had a red hand mark where Nick was holding onto. He was mad, furious even.
Nick walks over to Matt, and whispers something in his ear. You couldnât quite hear what he said, but you knew what was happening.Â
âChris, get your boxing gloves from your room. Grab the spares for me and Nick.â Matt demands to Chris as he jogs up to his bedroom.Â
As Chris is coming back down with the gloves, You try to stop Matt and Nick from going.Â
âPlease, Matt.â You plead as you grab onto his arm, pulling him back. He didnât listen. Â
âWe will take care of him, Y/N.â Chris mutters through his teeth as he walks past you, following Matt and Nick out the door. You go along.
As you all get in the car, Nick sits in the back with you.Â
âHe will know not to fuck with you again.â Nick mumbles under his breath.The car was dead silent. No music, no talking, just the sound of Mattâs grip tightening on the wheel every few seconds. Chris sat beside him, bouncing his leg anxiously, and Nick stayed in the back with you, eyes never leaving your face.
You didnât say anything. What was there to say? You already knew how this was going to go.
Matt turned into the parking lot behind your work, and just like you said, there he was. Standing by his shitty car, like he had any right to be here.
Chris was the first one out. He slammed the door and stormed across the pavement without hesitation.
âHEY!â the ex yelled, trying to act tough. Big mistake.
Chris didnât respond. He swung. Hard. The guyâs head whipped to the side, and he stumbled straight into the car door.
Matt was already out and heading over. âYou like following people, huh?â he spat, grabbing the guy by the front of his hoodie and slamming him against the car.
âI didnât evenââ he tried to speak, but Matt didnât let him finish. He landed a punch straight to the ribs, then another to the gut. The ex wheezed, folding over.
Nick had stayed back with you for a second, just watching. His jaw clenched. Then he let go of your hand and stepped out, calmâbut deadly.
âMove,â Nick said lowly as he walked past you. âHeâs not getting off that easy.â
You didnât stop him.
Nick walked up, grabbed the guy by the back of the neck, and slammed his face down on the hood of the car. âYou think you can just stalk my little sister and weâll let that slide?â
Nick just kept pounding his fist into his head. Blood smeared across the silver paint.
Chris came in again, no hesitationâstraight-up boxing stance this time. He threw another punch to the guyâs side, then his jaw. âSay something now,â Chris growled. âSay her fucking name again.â
âI didnât meanââ
âSHUT UP,â Matt barked, backing off just long enough to let Nick take over.
Nick leaned down close to him. âIf you ever show your face near her again⌠Iâll make sure you canât stand after.â
You stood there, frozen, your arms crossed tightly against your chest. It was a lot. But at the same time⌠you felt safe.
Finally, Matt pulled his brothers back. âHeâs done. Letâs go.â
The three of them walked back toward you, like nothing happened. Chris was shaking out his hand, muttering, âFuck, I need to wrap my knuckles next time.â
Matt got in the car first, starting it like he didnât just lay someone out. âWhere do you wanna eat?â he asked like it was a normal afternoon.
You blinked. âSeriously?â
Nick shrugged as he sat back down beside you. âGuy deserved it.â
Chris chuckled a little. âCouldâve kept going, not gonna lie.â
You looked over at Nick, his breathing finally slowing.
âYou okay now?â he asked quietly.
You nodded. âYeah. Thanks.â
He smiled, just a little. âWe donât let anyone fuck with our sister.â
