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Man-child Why you always come a-running to me? Fuck my life. Won't you let an innocent woman be?

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OMG WHAT!!

[hiddinginmyroom]

the hottest thing a man can do is be a weird little nerd

[lacyydollette]

TEXTS BETWEEN BF!DEAN DI LAURENTIS X READER PART 1

ANGEL (💭) : some inspo for the texts were taken from pinterest. suggestive language && swearing ahead.

𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐘𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 — est. 2026 © do not copy, claim or take inspo of my work anywhere.

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[xoxo4chrisss]

IM STILL IN SHOCK I MET N TALKED W CHRIS

[xoxo4chrisss]

I TALKED W OLIVER N CHRIS TDY BEFORE MADISON

[chrisssiren]

me 'cause we finally got shirtless pics from chris

#dreamsdocometrue

[andy-15-07]

The Ring

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis  x Reader

Word Count: 1896

Request open!

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Dean Di Laurentis had a terrible habit of touching you when he was distracted.

Not in a bad way. In a Dean way.

A hand at your waist when he passed behind you in the kitchen. Fingers lacing with yours under the table when he thought no one was paying attention. Thumb brushing over the back of your hand while he talked, like he did not even realize he was doing it.

It was one of those small things that had started meaning more than either of you had probably intended.

Tonight, the two of you were curled together on the couch in the hockey house common room, his legs stretched out beneath the coffee table and your feet tucked into his lap. The room was mostly empty for once, which was rare enough to feel suspicious. Somewhere upstairs, somebody was blasting music. Down the hall, Garrett was yelling at Tucker about something completely unimportant. Dean looked entirely unconcerned by all of it.

He was talking with that easy confidence of his, telling you some story about one of his professors and how the man had apparently decided Dean was “a bad influence on the academic environment.”

You snorted. “That sounds accurate.”

Dean turned his head toward you, offended in the most dramatic way possible. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I am a model student.”

You gave him a flat look. “Dean, you skipped half your lecture last week because you said the room was ‘vaguely depressing.’”

“It was.”

“That is not a valid excuse.”

“It is if I’m emotionally suffering.”

You laughed, and Dean grinned like he’d been waiting for that exact reaction.

Then his hand drifted to yours without either of you acknowledging it. His fingers wrapped around yours, warm and familiar, and his thumb began to move lazily over your ring finger while he kept talking.

You barely noticed at first.

It was just Dean being Dean, all easy charm and half-distracted affection. He was still telling his story, but his attention had clearly shifted somewhere else,on you, on your hand, on the way he absentmindedly turned the thin silver ring around your finger.

The ring wasn’t anything dramatic. Just a simple band you wore because you liked how it looked and because it fit your hand perfectly. It had no story attached to it, no grand meaning, nothing sentimental.

At least, not until Dean started playing with it like that.

His thumb slid over the band once.

Twice.

Then his fingers turned it gently, back and forth, while he talked in that low, amused voice of his.

You looked up from where you had been watching his hand. “Are you even listening to yourself?”

Dean blinked. “What?”

You gave him a slow smile. “You’ve been talking for five minutes and you just turned my ring in a circle like three times.”

His eyebrows lifted. “That’s because I have excellent multitasking skills.”

“Sure.”

He kept going for another second, but then his voice trailed off. Not all at once. Just enough for you to notice.

The movement of his hand slowed.

His fingers stilled against yours.

You glanced at him. “Dean?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he looked down at your hand.

At the ring.

At the way it sat against your skin while his thumb rested over it, suddenly motionless.

Something shifted in his expression. Not much. Just enough to make your own smile fade a little in confusion.

“Dean,” you said again, softer this time. “What’s wrong?”

He looked up.

For once, there was no teasing in his face. No lazy grin, no easy joke waiting on his tongue. He just looked at you, completely still, like something had hit him all at once and he was trying to figure out how to stand after it.

“Nothing,” he said automatically.

You narrowed your eyes. “That was very clearly something.”

He gave a short laugh that sounded more surprised than amused. “Yeah.”

You shifted a little on the couch, suddenly aware that his hand was still holding yours. “Dean?”

He looked down again.

Then, very quietly, he said, “I was thinking.”

That did not help.

You gave him a cautious look. “About what?”

His jaw moved slightly before he answered. “About that.”

He lifted your hand a little, the ring catching the light between you.

You blinked. “My ring?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at him, trying to understand why the room had gone so strange all of a sudden. “Okay…”

Dean was quiet for a beat. Then he let out a breath through his nose and rubbed his thumb over the band one more time, slower this time, like he was doing it without thinking.

“I don’t know why that just,” He stopped, frowned at the floor, then looked at you again. “Never mind.”

Your heart gave an odd little thump.

“No,” you said, sitting up a little straighter. “You don’t get to say that and then stop.”

Dean’s mouth twitched, but the smile did not fully form. “You’re gonna make me say it?”

“Yes.”

He looked at you for a long moment, then exhaled and leaned back against the couch. “It’s stupid.”

“Dean.”

“Okay, okay.” He shook his head once, then looked at your hand again like it had personally offended him. “I was just thinking that I like how that looks.”

You frowned. “How what looks?”

He glanced at you, suddenly less confident than he’d been a minute ago. “The ring. On your hand.”

That made you still.

He seemed to realize he’d said something a little too honest, because his ears started to go pink in that way he never could quite hide.

You stared at him. “You like my ring?”

Dean gave a half shrug, clearly trying to play it off and failing. “It suits you.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

His mouth opened, then closed again. He ran a hand through his hair and looked uncharacteristically awkward. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I like it.”

Something warm spread through your chest.

You smiled, but more gently now. “It’s just a ring.”

Dean looked at you then, really looked, and his voice dropped lower. “I know.”

There was something in the way he said it that made your throat go a little tight.

He kept your hand in his, but his thumb had gone still now. “It’s just… I don’t know.” He gave a quiet laugh, almost embarrassed by himself. “It looks weirdly good on you.”

You smiled wider. “Weirdly?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me regret being sincere.”

“I’m not making fun of you.”

“You are absolutely making fun of me.”

“No, I’m not.” You tipped your head. “You’re the one who suddenly got quiet over a piece of jewelry.”

Dean looked so offended by that he almost seemed relieved. “That is not what happened.”

“It is exactly what happened.”

He sighed and tipped his head back against the couch. “Fine. Maybe I got distracted.”

You watched him carefully. “Distracted by what?”

He was quiet again.

Then his gaze shifted back to your hand, and when he spoke, his voice was lower than before. More thoughtful. Less like Dean trying to win an argument and more like Dean trying to say something honest before he could talk himself out of it.

“By how permanent it looks.”

Your pulse stumbled.

You stared at him. “Permanent?”

He immediately looked like he wished he could take it back. “That was not,”

“No.” Your voice came out softer than you expected. “What do you mean?”

Dean turned the ring once more between his fingers, then let it settle. “Nothing bad.”

“That’s not convincing.”

“I know.” He looked at you, and the humor was gone now completely. “It’s just that I was sitting here, and I saw it on your hand, and for some stupid reason my brain went, ‘Yeah, that belongs there.’”

Your breath caught.

Dean noticed. Of course he did.

And now he looked like he was regretting every word.

“You’re making a face,” he said.

“You’re making me feel things.”

His eyes widened slightly. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

That seemed to make him even more tense, which would have been funny if your own heartbeat had not started acting like a problem.

Dean cleared his throat. “I just meant… you wear it like it was always supposed to be there.”

You looked down at your hand, then back at him. “Dean.”

He gave you a helpless look. “What?”

“That is a very intense thing to say about my ring.”

He huffed out a laugh, but now he was definitely blushing. “I know.”

“You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

He gave you a flat look. “You are the one sitting there like I’ve just told you I’m haunted.”

You laughed despite yourself. “You kind of are.”

Dean leaned closer, finally reclaiming a little of his usual attitude. “Do not start.”

“You started.”

He looked at your hand again, then at your face, and the softness returned so suddenly it almost startled you.

“I just like the idea,” he said quietly.

The room felt too quiet now.

You swallowed. “The idea of what?”

Dean’s fingers slid over yours once more, gentle and absent and far more intimate than it should have been in the middle of a crowded hockey house. “Of things fitting.”

That made your chest ache in the best and worst way at once.

You searched his face. “Dean…”

He looked almost embarrassed now, like he had gone too far and didn’t know how to back up without making it obvious. “I don’t know. It sounded less stupid in my head.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid.”

He frowned. “It doesn’t?”

You shook your head. “No.”

Dean studied you for a long second, as if trying to decide whether you were being honest or just kind. Then the corner of his mouth lifted a little.

“Good,” he said.

You smiled.

Then, because he was Dean and could never leave sincerity alone for too long, he gave your hand one last turn, glanced at the ring, and murmured, “Still think it looks better on you than it does in the jewelry store.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “You are ridiculous.”

“And you’re wearing the ring.”

The way he said it made your heart trip over itself.

You looked at him, really looked at him, at the faint pink still lingering in his face, at the way his hand stayed wrapped around yours like he had no intention of letting go, and all of a sudden the ring didn’t feel like just a ring anymore.

It felt like something Dean had noticed.

Something Dean had cared about.

Something Dean had gotten quiet over because it made him think too hard about you and him and the shape of things that lasted.

You squeezed his hand gently. “You can keep turning it if you want.”

Dean looked up, surprised.

Then that lazy, beautiful smile finally came back, smaller this time, softer around the edges.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Yeah.”

He looked at your hand again and gave the ring one slow, absentminded turn.

And this time, when he went quiet, it was not because he had nothing to say.

It was because he was busy looking at you like he had just realized how much he wanted the answer to a question neither of you had asked out loud yet.

[winnieangel]

he looks like he belongs in a 2000s romcom omg i can't deallll

'puter.. make chris sturniolo supa horny

[hannahsturnssxo]

HIS HANDS. Need them in me immediately.

[sturnvinyls]

better for you. — chris s.

001. sum; in which—how oblivious can y/n be in a not so good relationship, and a bestfriend who wants love you properly?

002. content; relationship problems, reader is oblivious in certain aspects, best friends to lovers, yearner?chris, chris handing it to reader straight. i think thats it? if not, lmk.

003. note; in honor of me hitting my 2 year tumblr anniversary on the 12th, you’re receiving this as it was in my drafts and needed finishing up. ily, and thank you for all the support these two years. mwuah. love, a.

I didn’t notice the small things Carter did at first, mainly because i was “too in love” to ever notice at all, even when it was happening right in front of me.

It started off small, him hiding his phone from me whenever he went out, or even to the restroom. Then, it turned into him being distant, and disrespectful. After, he started arguing over the smallest, me forgetting what he asked for at the store, to even forgetting his drink during dinner.

I thought he was just going through something, or maybe he was just trying to be secretive about something important.

I never really thought anything of it, but maybe talking to someone about would help, so that’s what i did.

—

It was like any other Friday, Chris and his twin brothers had just finished recording a car video after months of vlogging, which, in all honesty was nice to see.

It was when we got home that I mentioned to Chris what had been going on with Carter.

“Chris, can i talk to you about something? well, not something, more like someone.“ I asked, fixing my sitting position on the couch.

“uh yeah, you can talk to me about anything.” Chris replied, fixing his eyes on me.

“Well, Recently, Carter has been kind of Distant? I mean, i don’t really know.” I replied, looking downwards to my fingers.

“Distant? How distant?” He asked, looking more focused.

“Like, He keeps hiding his phone from me, He’s being disrespectful, and now he just argues with me over the smallest things. He gets mad when i forget his drink.” i stated, now looking towards Chris.

“I mean, who gets mad over a damn drink? He could’ve just gotten up and walked his ass up to go get it himself.” I commented, throwing my hands up into the air.

“Y/n, the way he’s acting is not okay. Don’t you think he might be hiding something from you?” Chris questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I mean, that’s what i thought at first, that he might be hiding something. But, i think it’s just something important that he really has to attend to.” I said, trying to find excuses for him.

“you’re always trying to find excuses for Carter, y/n. You have to realize that he’s not really hiding something important.” Chris stated.

“No, i just think he’s just stressed over work or something.” I disagreed.

“y/n..” Chris whispered, holding my hands.

I could feel myself starting to cry, my hands shaking as i try not to think about what he was going to say.

“He’s not stressed about work, or anything else. He’s trying to hide the fact he’s seeing someone else, okay?” Chris corrected, reaching to wipe a tear from my face.

i shake my head, tears starting to flow down my face, as i try to deny it in my head.

“y/n, i know he’s not right for you.” Chris clarified.

I sighed and nodded, my tearstained face puffy, and swollen.

“I just thought that maybe he would soften up his acts again, or that he was just really stressed and busy.” i doubted, finally putting all the pieces together.

I felt dumb. dumb for not noticing that everything Carter had been doing was to hide the fact that he was seeing someone else behind my back.

I thought telling myself that he was just stressed instead of looking at the situation, would help me get over what i was thinking. In hopes that it would take my mind off of it, and keep myself busy.

“I thought if i ignored it long enough, it would go away. It didn’t.” I confessed, feeling myself drown in my own feelings of denial.

Chris just nodded, he understood how i felt. Everyday would be the same to him, one day i’d be forgetting about Carter, and then the next day would be the complete opposite.

I felt miserable everyday of my life, always considering things that weren’t meant to be true.

“I hoped he’d change. that he’d finally come to his senses and stop getting so mad.” i admitted, mentally slapping myself, noticing how stupid i sound.

chris sighs, and nods his head. his feelings finally hit him like a freight train.

“y/n, you have to accept that he’s not willing to change. he won’t change just because you want him to.” chris clarified.

“look, i know. i was just—to stupid to see it.” i sighed, running my hands through my hair.

i adjusted the way i was sitting, starting to feel the tingle of numbness through my legs. i felt chris’ hand creep up to my face, the warmth of his body radiating. i leaned my face into his touch. it was comforting.

i look at chris, holding eye contact for a moment. his eyes then looking at my lips, back to my eyes. i smiled, closing my eyes.

—i gasp feeling a pair of lips on mine. the kiss was slow, and clean. they were soft, and puffy. my hands hook to chris’ neck, slightly pulling at it.

chris stops for a moment, and takes a deep breath. our foreheads are touching, a moment of calm silence fills the room.

“y/n?”

“hm?” i hum, looking at him.

“i love you.”

for a moment, i could feel my heart stop. blush creeps to my cheeks. i laughed, and smiled. the feeling of butterflies fills my stomach.

“i love you most.”

004. tags; @flouvmai

[ttsblogg]

I’ll find you. (part 3.)

Rob Rausch x f!reader

a/n: here’s the long awaited rob fic. thank you to the anon for the idea of making a third part for this series, which I hope that’s what you meant..😅 i decided to add andrea to this to spice something’s up hopefully it makes sense i kind of cut this fic short lol.. but anyways buckle up guys, this is the reunion… -enjoy tt 🫧

tags: @sturnioloslut101 @lisiliely @datgirl-audrey @melanie-15 @blow222 @faephoria @nina481 @decod5d @mrsgucci24 @theresclorineinmyeyes @hopefullawyerfishprofessor @k8-hixon @clearsaturnrs @ccisneros444 @warpedless @idek3000hi @julessworldd @daphnen21 (i sincerely apologize if i missed anyone)

“You made your choice. You made your bed, hump in it.”

“It’s giving white woman scared!”

“Ew. What is that smell? It smells like bitch.”

“I don’t like him anymore…”

“Fuck Aaron!”

“There’s your girl!" "...Shut the up.”

“That’s a 10 and I hope everyone enjoyed it because it’ll be the last one you’re getting.”

“I’m leaving. Y’all voted 3 home tonight, good job.”

“This year on Love Island there was some lust, laughter, smiles and most importantly, love but even arguments, tears, and even a few broken hearts... I’m Ariana Madix, and you’re watching The Love Island Season 6 Reunion.”

before the reunion

“You nervous, Rob?” Kordell asks as all the boys sat in the men’s dressing room eating some snacks before the show began.

Rob shrugged. “No. Why would I be?” He asked. Kordell and Kendall locked eyes making Rob furrow his eyebrows at them. “What?”

“Andrea is here.” Kendall said. Rob sat back in his seat still confused. “And?” He said.

“Have you not heard what she’s been saying about you and y/n?” Kendall asked, surprised by Robs relaxed behavior. “She’s been saying some shiiit. When she left.” Kordell added.

Rob was now more confused. “I knew she was talking about all of us but—Wait? Before who left?” He asked, now sitting up in his chair. “Well when she— Andrea, got voted off after y/n. Since shes left, she's been on live or something saying a bunch of stuff, like saying you don’t like y/n but you like her. And supposedly you told her that at the villa.” Kendall said, Kordell nodded in agreement. Rob face scrunched up in disbelief. “What the fuck? I never said that.” He said. “Yeah, we know that!” Kordell chuckled.

“This is news to me. What did she say about y/n?” He asked. Kendall and Kordell were shocked to see that Rob didn’t know much that was said after the villa. They updated Rob on all the nonsense Andrea has been spitting out and he became livid. He hated how much trash she was throwing at y/n and the lies she was saying about him and his feelings towards her.

He couldn’t help but wonder if y/n knew any of this. She never brought it up during the time they’ve spent together outside the villa but he still wondered. Truth is after they reconnected in Las Vegas, they flew back to LA for a few interviews with the other islanders. Then, they flew to y/n’s hometown for a few weeks before traveling to Alabama. They didn’t really spend too much time on social media. They didn’t care for all of that, they loved the support of course, but all they cared about the past month was making up for the time they didn’t spend together back at the villa. And it was perfect, it was just the two of them alone—happy. They hardly even touched their phones for the remainder of the summer up until the reunion, unless it was to take pictures or videos of each other. But Rob would end up ditching his phone for his digital camera.

time skip to the reunion

“..Rob and y/n!” Ariana suddenly said. She just finished talking to JaNa and Kenny (rip) before turning her attention to the two sitting at the top row. “Hello.” “Hi.” They said. “I see you both are sitting very..veryy close to each other. What’s going on there? Something you want to tell everyone.” Ariana teased. Some people from the group giggled and smirked at them.

Rob smiled over at y/n, grabbing a hold of her hand. “Mmm, possibly.” He said smiling proudly. Ariana gasped. “Do we have another couple in our hands?” She asked with a very brightly smile. Rob looked over at y/n wanting her to be the one to announce their situation. Y/n matched Ariana’s smiled. “Yes, we are datiiing.” Y/n said shyly leaning into Rob as he wrapped an arm around her. Everyone clapped and cheered.

As the cheering died down y/n heard someone says. “Bullshit.” Then Leah say, “Shut the fuck up.” With her head turned towards Andrea.

It seemed as y/n wasn’t the only one that heard the remark as some of the other islanders had their heads turned in that direction as well. “Oh, what now?” Ariana asked.

“Nothing, just miserable people wanting to include themselves in other people’s business.” JaNa said causing some of the islanders to laugh.

“What’s going on?” Y/n whispered to Rob. “Here we fucking go.” He whispered back making y/n more confused.

“First of all I’m not miserable but yes I said what I said, it’s bullshit.” Andrea said. “What is?” Ariana asked confusedly. “Y/n’s and Robs relationship or-“ Ariana was cut off by Andrea nodding her head and saying, “Yep, it’s bullshit.” Turning her head towards them.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Huh?” She said. “And why is it bullshit? Am I missing something?” She asked sitting up in her seat. “Don’t start with the lies, Andrea.” Rob added.

Y/n broke from Robs embrace but left one of his hands on her thigh as she looked between him and Andrea. “What lies?” She asked.

“They’re not lies. You know what you said Rob.” Andrea said. Rob rolled his eyes. “No, but they are lies, Andrea.” He said rubbing y/n’s thigh. “You fucking told me you liked me more than y/n, Rob. How do you not remember that?” Some of the islanders gasped. Kordell, Kendall and Connor shook their heads knowing it was a bunch of lies. Y/n was shocked but more confused. “And when was this?” Y/n asked before Rob could answer. “The first month in the villa.” She answered. “Why does matter now? Even if he said it, it happened waaay before him and I were coupled up or had a strong connection.” She responded.

“And just to clear the air because I want to make it very known, I never said that. And if you want to continue to say I did, please refresh my memory and show me the clip right now because I would love to see it. Y/n is the only one I had a truly strong connection with and to hear that coming out of your mouth is so diabolical to me, Andrea.” Rob said.

“Respect, brother.” Kordell said to Rob. He knew something Rob didn’t play around with were y/n’s feelings, he absolutely hated when his loyalty towards her was questioned or when people made her feel less of herself, it made him absolutely furious.

“No, what’s fucking diabolical is you saying it’s not true. And to answer you y/n, I have nothing to prove to you. It shouldn’t matter when he said it, point is he did! I think it’s hilarious you thinking whatever you two have,” Andrea said pointing between her and Rob. “is real, cause clearly you don’t know anything that happened at the villa between him and I.” She said sitting back. Only to sit back up and say. “But you know what? It’s fine, it makes this all even more amusing when he leaves you high and dry for me and you’re left looking dumber then ever.” With a scoff at the end of her sentence.

After Andrea’s last words, the whole stage broke out, the girls began arguing with her in y/n’s defense. As the boys did the same in Robs but also y/n’s. Y/n didn’t believe anything that came out of Andrea’s mouth nor did she really care in this moment. She was just taken back by the way Andrea was talking to her especially since when Andrea left the villa she thought they were still friends.

Y/n looked over at Rob, her face filled with amusement and confusion all at the same time. “What the fuck?” She lightly laughed. Rob continued rubbing her thigh. “First of all you’re not dumb, okay baby? I don’t fucking know what’s going on with her. I promise I told you everything that happened at the villa, what she’s saying is not true.” He said. Y/n just nodded in response placing her hand above his.

“Oh I know you’re not coming for my girl, Andrea. You have a fucking nerve.” Leah said turning around to look at her. “I’m not coming at her, im just speaking my truth. It’s not my fault if she gets offended by it.” Andrea laughed. “No but you are though, you literally just called her dumb. Who the fuck says that? That’s rude as hell. There’s a way of going about things and talking things out, but you’re just being plain out rude.” JaNa added.

“It’s the fact that im being a girls girl and telling this one that her man doesn’t like her the way he says he does and im being attacked for it. But im being rude right? Okay!” Andrea said rolling her eyes.

Serena had enough and stood up from her seat and turned around towards Andrea. “Ahh shit.” Kordell whispered knowing she was about to go off on her.

“Oh babygirl, I know damn well you did not just call yourself a girls girl. If you were really a ‘girls girl’ you would’ve told y/n, which that’s her name by the way ‘case you forgot.” She pointed out causing everyone to snicker. “You would’ve told y/n about whatever supposedly went down, PRIVATELY. No, instead you decided to wait and come on live television calling her names, throwing shade and talking all this shit instead. Baby, I don’t think you know what the definition of a girls girl is because it’s not that. You’re just making a mess out of yourself for the way you’re acting and sweetie that is em-barra-ssing. So for your own sanity, just accept the fact that this man didn’t choose you and move the fuck on. Thank you.” Serena said then sat back down. Almost everyone in the room started clapping in agreement after she finished. “I love you, babe.” Y/n said to her. Serena turned around and winked at her. “I got you baby.” She said to her.

“Okay, cause all of you are acting like girls girls right now, right? All four of you are literally attacking me right now. How does that make anything better?” Andrea said, completely missing the point. “Four of us?” Leah said looking around. “Who’s the fourth one because I know damn well you’re not talking about y/n again. She’s barely said anything to you.” She added.

“Girl, you just keep going and going.” JaNa said rolling her eyes.

“Y/n would you like to say anything to Andrea?” Ariana asked her. Y/n shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m honestly just very confused to be honest. Andrea, I honestly thought we were friends. I-“ she was cut off by Andrea. “How can you even say we were friends when you coupled up with Rob after me.” She said gaining an eye roll from y/n as she started to feel herself getting aggravated.

“Oh my god. Can we please roll the clip when I came to you first, before I chose to be coupled up with Rob where you CLEARLY told me ‘girl, I don’t care who you go for as long as it’s not Connor’. Please. Riddle me that!” She said. “If you would’ve told me you wanted to explore your connection with Rob more, I would’ve never chose him out of respect for you and our friendship!” She added.

“And that’s being a girls girl.” Liv said, Andrea rolled her eyes in response to her comment.

“So please, tell me when I pissed you off and made you feel like betrayed you and made you think we weren’t friends anymore because im very confused right now!” Y/n added.

“Another thing I wanted to add, I honestly thought we were cool.” Rob spoke up. “All of us got along very well together, especially you and y/n. I don’t understand why you’re so upset with her, when she clearly didn’t do any wrong but respect your boundaries. If I remember correctly y/n has always been the one to comfort you whenever you were upset or when you needed someone to talk to.” He paused for a second wanting her to take in what just said.

“I really don’t appreciate the way you came off just now and with all the stuff you were saying online, it’s truly so disappointing considering you weren’t like this at all at the villa.” Rob finished wrapping his arm around y/n again, making sure to comfort her.

“And before you say it again, im sure i can speak for everyone on this stage when i say, we don’t want you to feel attacked. We’re just all confused as to where this ‘beef’ came from.” Y/n added. At this point she started to feel a little hurt by the way Andrea treated her, all this was very confusing to her.

“If I can say something on Andrea’s behalf, I think she’s upset because you might have not spoken your feelings for Rob. You kind of just swooped in and coupled up with him.” Nicole spoke up. As y/n was about to speak up, Serena beat her to it. “Nobody ‘swooped’ in. Y/n just said she had a conversation with Andrea before she chose to couple up with Rob.” Y/n was completely mind blown as to what was going on.

“I’m sure I can help everyone out. We actually have a clip before that exact re-coupling of y/n’s and Andrea’s conversation. So without further a-do, let’s roll the clip.” Ariana spoke up.

“We ‘bout to find out.” Serena smirked, knowing Andrea was wrong. Nicole and Andrea rolled their eyes at her comment but didn’t say anything.

Everyone’s attention switched to the big screen. “You okay?” Rob asked y/n silently. Y/n gave him a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, just ready for this to be over at this point.” She said. “Me too.” He replied, kissing her head before they both turned towards the screen.

“Drea can I talk to you really quick?” Y/n asked walking up Andrea who was sitting by the fire pit with Connor. “Of course babe. Where do you wanna go?” She asked as she got up from the sofa. Y/n looked around for a minute before replying. “Um how about the deck?” She replied. “Ooh is this a date?” Andrea smirked. Y/n giggled. “Maybee.” She said smiling at her.

Andrea grabbed a hold of y/n’s hand as they both walked to the deck. “What’s up, doll?” Andrea asked y/n as they took a seats the end of the dock.

“I kind of wanted to talk to you about the recoupling.” Y/n said. Andrea nodded. “Of course! What’s going on?” She replied, with a look of concern. Y/n sighed. “So we both know I haven’t really been connecting with anyone. I tried it with Hakeem, Kendall and well we all know how I feel about Connor now.” Y/n said with a small laugh, covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. Andrea threw her head back laughing. “Ohh we know. Ms. I don’t like him anymore.” She said laughing.

“Yeahh.” y/n with widened eyes. “Anyways.. Obviously, you’ve seen Rob and i had been talking here and there, and i’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel some sort of connection with him. But before i decide on pursuing him, i wanted to ask if it was okay if i did? I know you and him had connection before and i just wanted to make sure, i’m not taking that away from you, if you still wanted to explore with him some more, you know?” Y/n said.

“Oh baabe! Sure, it was nice but i’m over it honestly, i mean, i’ve told you about our conversations and weren’t clicking as much i thought we would so please if you feel you are wanting to explore that, please go ahead.” Andrea responded. End of clip.

After the clip there was a silence in the room. Andrea shook her head in denial. Ariana cleared her throat speaking. “Now that the clip was shown, Andrea, how are you feeling now about the situation. Seeing that y/n did in fact go to you before deciding to couple up with Rob.” Ariana said.

“I- didn’t remember it like that. I- I want to apologize to Y/n. I went too far..” Andrea responded.

Serena, JaNa and Leah shook their heads in sync.

Leah then spoke up. “Just be honest, you’re upset that you couldn’t find love on the show, and you’re taking it out on the one person that had your back.” She said turning over to look at Andrea. “Like i’m glad you want to apologize for your behavior but seriously what the actual fuck was the reason for all this?” She asked.

“Jealousy.” Serena responded lowly.

Andrea shook her head in disagreement. “It’s n-not. I’m done with this conversation, seriously. I already apologized, that’s it.” Was all she said.

Ariana sighed and looked over at y/n whom was visibly uncomfortable. “Y/n did you want to respond to Andrea.” Y/n shook her head. “No. Honestly, at this point this is a matter i would like to continue off camera if she wants to fully talk things out, but as of right now.. this conversation is going no where therefore i have nothing to say other than this is very disappointing.” She shrugged. Rob rubbed her shoulder and kissed her head.

As Andrea didn’t have anything else to say, Ariana spoke up. “Alright girls, what can we do resolve this drama to move past this?”

“Honestly, just keep y/n’s name out of your mouth, that’s it. It’s done.” JaNa spoke up.

Ariana turned her head towards y/n and Rob again. “Well guys, I’m very happy for the both of you. It makes me happy you found each other in the end after going through a big bump in your journey. What matters is that you found your person and you’re happy. I wish love and happiness for the both of you.” She smiled. Y/n and Rob quietly thanked her before Ariana turned her attention to Andrea. “Same goes to you Andrea, I understand it can be difficult to have left the villa without finding love but I wish you nothing but the best as you continue your journey to find it.” She said to said to her, trying to keep the peace between everyone. But everyone felt the vibe was still very off..

After the reunion Andrea and Nicole didn’t bother talking to Y/n, especially Andrea. She got her things faster than Nicole and left before anyone can try to stop her. At this point no one was surprised by Andrea’s actions. They didn’t care for them either. All the other cast members cared was they all stayed friends and kept in touch with each other.

[delilahsturniolo]

˖ ࣪ . 🩹 ࿐♡ THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS

SUPERMAN!CHRIS X DOCTOR!READER

𓂅 in which chris gets injured as superman from an intense mission the night before, no matter how much he tries to hide it the morning after, doctor!reader always notices.

𓂅 fluff, lots of tension, descriptions and mentions of cuts & blood.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

the hallway outside the trauma wing smells like antiseptic and stale coffee—the usual scent of metropolis general, the hospital that never sleeps. you’re halfway through scribbling notes on a patient chart when you look up and nearly walk straight into someone.

“sorry—”

the apology dies in your throat.

chris.

he’s standing there like he didn’t expect to be caught—bag slung across his shoulder, black framed glasses sliding down his nose, hair a little messier than usual, sleeves of his suit rolled slightly up his arms. he looks like he always does when he shows up here for stories. a little tired, a little curious, too observant for his own good.

except today something’s off, and you notice it immediately.

he’s shaking. not violently, but enough that the tremor in his fingers catches your eye when he adjusts the strap of his bag. and when he shifts his arm, the sleeve pulls just high enough for you to see it.

a scar.

not a small one. a long, jagged cut across his side, just barely hidden under the edge of his shirt like it’s been stitched in a hurry.

your stomach drops. “oh my god, chris,” you say slowly, stepping closer. “what happened to you?”

he freezes for half a second before his usual easy smile slides back into place.

“it’s nothing,” he says lightly.

you stare at him.

“nothing?”

“yeah,” he shrugs, like you’re asking about the weather. “paper cut. happens all the time.”

you narrow your eyes. “that,” you point to the angry red line peeking out from his shirt, “is not a paper cut.”

he shifts his weight, glancing toward the hallway like he’s already plotting an escape route.

“doc, i’m fine,” he says, voice softer now. “i’m actually here to interview the staff about last week’s disaster response. or as you’d call it, headline chasing. remember?”

you cross your arms. “you’re shaking.”

“cold.” he shrugs.

“and you’re sweating.”

“hot.”

“chris.”

your voice carries that tone, the one that makes residents sit up straighter and paramedics stop arguing. he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck like a kid caught doing something stupid.

“it’s really nothing,” he insists again. “just a scratch.” the memory of it all hits him. sharp and sudden, like the sting of the wound itself.

LAST NIGHT . . .

steel groans above him.

the building is collapsing faster than he calculated—support beams snapping, concrete cracking under the pressure of the explosion that tore through the structure minutes earlier.

chris braces his shoulder against a falling beam, muscles straining as he forces the weight of the upper floors to hold.

“everyone out!” someone yells below.

people scramble toward the exit he forced open.

he can hear every heartbeat in the room. panicked, racing, alive.

then—a scream.

chris turns just as a section of shattered steel tears loose from the ceiling, his cape flowing through the smoky air as he does so.

it’s falling straight toward a group of trapped civilians. he moves without thinking. faster than sound, faster than fear. he lunges forward, shoving the civilians out of the way as the jagged metal crashes down—

and for a split second, he miscalculates the angle.

the edge slices across his side.

a deep, burning cut.

it shouldn’t hurt him this much. but whatever chemical blast caused the explosion laced the debris with something unfamiliar—something that weakens him just enough to matter.

he grits his teeth, ignoring the warm line of blood spreading beneath his superman suit.

“move,” he says firmly, steady despite the pain. the civilians stare at him in shock before scrambling toward safety.

chris stays where he is, one arm holding the collapsing beam above his head while the other presses briefly against the wound.

not enough to slow him down. not tonight. because the building is still falling. and there are still people inside.

END OF FLASHBACK.

chris is immediately snapped out of his thoughts by the feel of your hand on his wrist. the contact surprises both of you.

his skin is warm, warmer than it should be—and the tremor in his hand stops the second your fingers close around it. for a moment neither of you says anything.

“come on,” you mutter, tugging him gently toward an empty exam room. “sit.”

“doc—”

“sit.”

he does. grumbling quietly, he drops onto the edge of the exam table while you close the door behind you. the fluorescent lights hum softly overhead as you pull on gloves and grab a tray of supplies.

“you’re unbelievable,” you say, turning back to him. “you walk into a hospital half-bleeding and think i’m just going to let you interview people for your stupid newspaper?”

he lifts a brow. “half-bleeding feels dramatic. and hey—daily planet newspapers are pretty insightful if you give it a chance:”

you ignore his comment and step between his knees and lift the edge of his shirt without asking. the scar is worse up close, long and deep, the kind of wound that should have put someone in the ER immediately. the stitches are sloppy, clearly done by someone who didn’t have proper tools.

your heart squeezes. “who stitched this?” you murmur.

he hesitates. “uh…a friend.”

you snort. “remind me never to let that friend near a needle again.”

he laughs softly, but there’s tension in it. you clean the wound carefully, cotton brushing against his skin. he goes still beneath your hands, breath catching for a fraction of a second.

“does it hurt?” you ask.

“not really.”

damn liar.

you can feel the way his muscles tighten every time you dab antiseptic across the edges of the scar.

“you should’ve come here sooner,” you scold quietly. “this could’ve gotten infected.”

he watches you while you work. not the wound. you. your concentration, the small crease between your brows, the way your hands move with practiced confidence. his eyes are focused on you, looking up at you with no shame.

“i knew you’d yell at me,” he says after a moment.

you don’t look up. “i am yelling at you.”

“yeah,” he murmurs. “but you’re also fixing it.”

you pause. when you finally glance up, he’s already looking at you. too closely. there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite place—something soft and tired and strangely grateful. you clear your throat, focusing back on the bandage.

“next time,” you say, wrapping gauze around his side, “maybe try not to get into whatever trouble caused this.”

he huffs a quiet laugh. if only you knew.

“i’ll keep that in mind, doc.”

you press the tape down firmly, your fingers brushing his ribs. he inhales sharply. for a moment neither of you moves. the space between you suddenly feels smaller than the exam room.

“there,” you say finally, stepping back. “try not to tear it open again.” chris slides off the table, adjusting his dress shirt over the bandage, and slipping his suit jacket back on.

“thanks,” he says.

you point a finger at him. “i’m serious. if that starts bleeding again, you come find me.”

his mouth tilts into that familiar crooked smile. “guess i’ll just have to get hurt more often then.”

you glare at him. “don’t even joke about that.”

he lifts his hands in surrender, still smiling, pushing his glasses up his face and grabbing his stuff. “okay, okay.”

he heads for the door, then pauses with his hand on the handle.

“hey, doc?”

you glance up.

his expression softens in a way that makes your chest tighten.

“thanks for uh…you know, patching me up.” he says quietly.

you shrug, pretending it’s nothing. “that’s what i do.”

he nods once, like the answer means more than it should. then he slips out into the hallway. and you never notice the way his shaking stops completely once the bandage you wrapped around his side holds everything together, or the way his hand lingers briefly over the scar you just covered.

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[xoxo4chrisss]

I LOVE THIS HELLO

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should i come back or na

yes pls queen

no

Voting ended onMar 16

[sturniphone]

how does dealer chris deal with bambi when she’s being bratty?

when bambi’s bratty chris is both turned on and pissed off

❝you wanna try that again?❞ he always asks if she keeps it up, he takes control.. guiding her where he wants, holding her gaze and telling her she’s safe but being bad isn’t cute. sometimes… a measured spank, enough to make her squirm. the second she softens, he’s rubbing her, murmuring praise: ❝that’s my girl… i got you.❞ soft bambi cuddled.

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btw im coming onto here to say if u support trump don’t interact w me that’s embarrassing