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MATT STURNIOLO

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❥ sad

𖤓 angst

★ steamy

CHRIS STURNIOLO

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❥ sad

𖤓 angst

★ steamy

❥ 𖤓 | accusations

ACCUSATIONS | chris

warnings : toxic bf, cheating accusations

notes : I hate hate hate this!

you stood across from chris in his kitchen, your head hurting from the tension between the pair of you. "I got told!" he yelled, referring to the fact that he had just accused you of cheating on him at a party you were at yesterday without him.

"by who?" you yell back, crossing your arms. chris raised his voice to your level even more, not caring if any of the neighbours heard. he walked up right to you, getting in your face while looking you up and down. "who do you think? your friends who saw you!"

"are you serious?" you scoff, "the same friend that wanted you since day one? she literally was in your dm's! ofcourse she’d lie." you argue back just as his brothers came home, walking into the kitchen with concerned looks. "you guys okay?" nick questioned, knowing what his brother got like.

chris ignores him, not taking his eyes off of you. "so you're saying that they are lying then? you didn't cheat on me then is what you're trying to say?" he questioned you, not believing your words one bit.

“i wouldn't cheat on you, chris." your voice grew quieter, showing how genuine you you You didn't want to hurt him, but he always drastically changed things no matter how hard you tried. he was toxic, but you were inlove.

he sighed out loud when he heard your words, he ran his hand through his hair, not knowing whether he could believe it or not at this point. his brothers stood silently while watching you both, not sure whether to get involved or not. "why should i believe you then? huh?"

you frown, feeling your lip beginning to tremble. "are you serious?" you felt a quiver in your voice, "it's been two years. will you ever trust me?"he crossed his arms once you said this, feeling defensive as you begin to break down. it pained him to see that, but he still couldn't fully believe that you didn't cheat. "that doesn’t mean shit, i’m just meant to trust and believe you then? just like that?"

"when it's a random girl with bad intentions telling you lies, then yeah." he rolled his eyes, still not believing you. "what if she's not making it up then? what if she's actually telling the truth? what then, huh?"

you roll your eyes, fed up of arguing. you rubbed your hands up and down your face in frustration - not responding. he got more annoyed by your silence, his face growing red. "answer the question. what then if she's right, huh?" He demanded from you.

you still didnt respond, fighting tears as you hid your face in your hands. he took notice of you covering your face, and he slightly lightened up, his face turning a bit less red. "don’t get all emotional now." he said as his expression softened a little bit.

"i’m sick of this, chris." your finally take your hands away, your eyes now red. you hide your shaking hands behind your back, pulling at your fingers to distract yourself. he could see your glossy eyes from the tears. "sick of what? me not trusting you?"

"yes. i haven't done anything to earn this. i’ve tried to be sympathetic, to help you and earn your trust but it's useless." you shake your head, taking a step back from him. "are you saying this is all my fault then?" he questioned you, his face becoming red once again, his voice growing higher. "i’m asking you one last time. did. you. cheat?"

"chris." matt cuts in, standing up for you. "leave her alone, i was with her all night. i was the only guy she spoke to, and i even drove her home." you look over him, thankful for his input.

his eyes darted to his brother as he cut in, his face was still red as he began thinking about what matt had said. "...really?" he asked. he wanted to believe that matt was right, he trusted his brothers more than anything, but deep down he still wasn’t sure.

"she’s not your ex, chris." nick piped up, sick of his behaviour. he let out a sigh, and his red face started to fade. he knew that his brothers were probably right, he was just too blinded by anger and his fear of being cheated on, again.

“i need to go." you couldn’t be there anymore, you had to be alone. you could feel yourself beginning to fall apart. his face saddened once he noticed that you were leaving, he hated to see you upset like this. "wait.." he called out to you as you began to walk away.

"leave me alone, chris." you spoke as as you slid on your shoes, "i’m sick of you doing this to me." you spoke your truth, wiping your teary eyes. "i can take you home." matt offered, grabbing his keys again.

chris just stood there, listening to your words. he hated that he hurt you, but sometimes his anger got the best of him. seeing you wipe away tears made him feel like a jerk, and he began to realize how crazy he had been acting.

"you’re really leaving.?" he asked you softly. you nod, not sure what this meant for your relationship. “please don't go." he spoke softly but desperately, his voice and expression filled with pleading.

you didn’t respond, instead following back to the car. you slipped into the backseat, feeling your heart thumping against your chest. “are you okay?” he asked, spotting your shaking hands as you try to calm yourself down.

you nod, your head falling into your hands as you feel yourself break down. chris watched from the door, his heart breaking as his brother comforted you. he needed to fix this.

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RULES | urdsstiny

my usual writing style :

• usually i use she/her pronouns

• i use feminine descriptions, but i tend to keep it vague useless specified.

• if there is anything that could be triggering i will write it underneath the 'warnings' at the top of the fic.

i will write anything except from ;

• cnc

• incest

• illegal age gaps / age gaps i don't feel comfortable with

i will try my best to write all of your requests, however, if there is something that makes me feel uncomfortable writing then i will not worth it.

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I WANNA BE YOURS | hamzah

hamzah stepped outside of his room, he took off his beanie with a sigh as it landed on the counter. his sour mood turned worse when he saw the familiar man emerging from your bedroom, shirtless. from the flushed look on his face, hamzah knew why he’d come over.

"hey dude." the guy greeted him as he brushed by him to the door, a cocky smile on his face. as soon as the guy entered his field of vision, he felt anger boil in his veins. the guys cocky little smirk just making him even more irritated.

"hey." hamzah replied back, forcing a small smile. he moved his gaze away from the guy, who held his shirt instead of wearing it, to you as you exited your bedroom with a yawn. you didn’t noticed him at first, only finally spotting him when you entered the kitchen. “oh, hey. how was work?”

as you crossed into the kitchen, hamzah followed behind, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "it was alright." he replied, his gaze still eyeing the guy through the window, watching him walk away while finally slipping his shirt on.

hamzah looked away as he leaned back in the chair. "y'know, it's kind of strange that you've been bringing that guy over so often." you frowned slightly as you began to make some noodles, too late at night to justify anything more.

"how is that strange?" seeing you begin to mess with the noodles, brought hamzah’s attention away from the window and to you. though his frown stayed on his face. "because it just is. i mean who is he? and do I have to see him shirtless everytime he comes over?”

"well," you smirk, "he's gonna end up naked anyways. it's called time saving." you joked as you looked back at hamzah, realising he was not finding it as amusing as you.

and just like that, the irritation was back. the mention of the guy ending up naked and you sleeping with him, just made it worse. he scoffed, bringing a hand to his forehead with a sigh, before mumbling something under his breath.

"what was that?" you asked, not realising you were poking the bear with your question. he raised his head, looking you in the eyes. “you really want to know what i said?" he asked, moving his hand to grip the edge of the table.

you nodded, words failing you as you watched his eyes darken. they looked over your body, clad in an oversized shirt and shorts that were invisible underneath the top. it made hamzah's heart pound harder against his ribcage. he stood from the seat before moving to you, stopping once he was directly in front of you. his gaze scanning over your body before meeting your eyes. "i said, that i'm sick of that guy coming around."

"why?" you lose your nerve slightly at him so close to you "it's not as if he bothers you." as soon as you replied back, the thought of that guy touching you in all of the places that make you squirm, filled his mind. hamzah took a step closer, crowding you up against the counter. "but he does bother me."

"why? did he do something?”

"yes, he did do something. he came here." hamzah replied, voice dropping to a near whisper, his gaze going down to your lips for a split second. your chuckles grew dry as you realised what he was implying. you stood silent for a moment, glancing up at him. "are you jealous, hamzah?"

hamzah's jaw tightened at the mention of jealousy, his gaze hardening. "no." he replied, the lie leaving a bad taste in his mouth. he was jealous, so jealous. he leaned down, his face mere inches away from your own. "why would i be jealous?"

"because you wish you were him.” you choked out, trying to keep the same confidence you had entered the conversation with. it was hard with him looming over you, his gaze making you tremble.

hamzah froze, feeling his heart pound even harder. you were right. he wanted to be the one. he pushed away the thought, trying to fight the growing urge to pin you against the counter. "why would i want that?" he asked, looking straight into your eyes.

you smiled, giving him a sultry look as you answered. "i'm not answering that for you, hamzah." you stated before turning, finishing your noodles. the moment you turned, showing more of your thighs as your shirt rode up, hamzah swallowed as he took in the sight.

he fought the urge to grab your waist and pull you to him, the look on your face making him want to rip away that shirt. he watched as you finished up your noodles, still fighting against the growing urge to touch you. he knew he should leave the kitchen but he couldn't bring himself to move.

you finished with making your food, standing still as you waited to see if hamzah was going to make a move. your chest pounded as you waited on something, anything, words or even just touch. you craved it.

you just standing there, waiting for his next move... it was driving him crazy. he needed to touch you, he needed to hear you say his name. hamzah's hands came to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. your thin shirts the only thing separating the two of you.

you felt his hands come forward to grip your hips as he leaned down into your ear. he pressed up closely against your back, the feel of his hard chest against you making your skin ignite. he leaned forward, his breath fanning over your ear.

"do you have any idea of what you do to me." he questioned, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine. you giggled, and his grip tightened. "maybe."

hamzah's jaw clenched at your response, the grip on your hips tightening. "you’re brat." he whispered, before biting your earlobe. you spun around, his hands moving down slightly as you leaned forward. "what are you gonna do?"

his hands slid to your backside, gripping hard. hamzah looked into your eyes before suddenly picking you up, placing you on the counter. "i think we both know the answer to that." you smirked as you finally leaned in, pressing your lips to his while your hands gripped his shoulders.

he leaned in, meeting you halfway as he pushed his lips against yours, his hands moving up to thread through your hair. hamzah pulled away for just a moment, taking in the sight before him. "i can't stand that there's other guys out there touching you." he said, before connecting his lips to your own once more.

hamzah started pressing small kisses along your jawline, before moving down to your neck. once he reached your sweet spot, he bit down on the sensitive flesh, before sucking and marking it red. he pulled back, staring at the mark before growling and attaching himself to your neck once more.

"that's not m'fault." you murmured as you moved ur neck to give him more access. "i know it's not." he replied against your neck, he slowly moved down, leaving a large trail of marks along your neck, before he reached the hem of your shirt. pulling away for a moment, he looked into your eyes as he tugged on the material. "this really needs to come off."

"i’m not having another one nightstand with you, hamzah." you couldn't be only with him once. he was addictive. he watched as you grew vulnerable, and for a moment, he knew then that was it for him. he would never want anyone else.

he watched as you grew vulnerable, and for a moment, he knew then that was it for him. he would never want anyone else. he shook the thought away, before leaning forward, so his mouth was close to your ear. "i don't want a one nightstand either." he replied, his fingers tugging on the shirt. "i want to make you mine, and only mine."

“make me yours, hamzah.”

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HAMZAH THE FANTASTIC

❀ fluff

❥ sad

𖤓 angst

★ steamy

❀ | seriously

★ ❆ | i wanna be yours

SERIOUSLY | hamzah

short and not proof read. but try to enjoy!

currently, your sat ontop of hamzah, your boyfriend’s lap with your makeup on the bed around you. he held a firm grip on your waist, making sure you were comfortable, as you concentrated on his makeup. after a week of begging he had finally let you.

“that tickles.” he giggled as you brushed the counter on his jawline to blend it in further. you raise a brow as his response as u pull away, “don’t be a baby.”

he rolled his eyes. “i’m not a baby.” he grunted, shifting himself. his hands rubbing at your waist in the process. you smack his chest while eyeing to fight the smile coming on to your face. “watch your hands.”

his eyebrow shoot up, a smirk appearing on his face. his hands travel away from your waist and onto your thighs, lightly grasping at them. “and why should I, hm?” he teases, “you don’t like it.”

“I do, but I think you also like it. just a little too much.” you responsd but his smirk only got bigger, both of his hands on your thighs now. his thumb gently tracing circles around them.

“oh?” he says, his voice low. he slowly moves one of his hands back to your waist, his thumb rubbing against the part where your t-shirt and shorts met. “and what are you gonna do about it?”

you huffed as you realised his makeup would not be fully finished today, putting down ur makeup brush. “you’re lucky we’re not filming like mandy and martin.”

his eyes were practically glued onto you, as they slowly traveled down your body. his voice was almost mocking as he continued to talk. “and why’s that exactly?”

you shrugged, trying to hide how your body responded to him. you distracted yourself by putting all of your makeup products back into its makeup bags. as you did so he leaned forward so his lips brushed your ear.

“is that a no, then?” he questioned, his face right infront of you when you finished putting your things away. you wrap your arms around his neck and tighten your thighs around his waist . “it’s never a no.” you give in to your boyfriends words.

he chuckled softly, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine, as his hand now moved to rest on your ass, giving it a light squeeze. he nipped at your ear, “don’t say things like that, princess.”

he didn't hesitate, easily moving you so your back was on the bed and he was hoovering over you. “you’re hot but I can’t take you serious with that makeup.” you stated at his filter-like complexion.

his rough hands trailed up your sides slowly, coming up to rest on your hips. a smirk appeared on his face when you giggled. "mhm? you think so, baby?" he moved a bit, causing his thigh to press even more into your core. he leaned down his face above yours once again "you sure you can't take me seriously?”