#nicola writes things

[struniolos]

lovesick.

“in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.”

nick sturniolo x masc! reader.

synopsis: the one time you and your boyfriend decided to go all the way. (this is very awkward and soft, so if you were expecting something filthy, i’m sorry!)

warnings: smut! minors do not interact.

based on this request! also dedicated to @sturnmad who inspired me to write nick!! xx

your lips danced in tandem with nicks, as you desperately clutched at each other in the darkness of your car. clinging to his shirt, his hair. nick was leaned over the centre console to reach you, as you sat in the drivers seat. it was in the early hours of the morning now, 1am when you last checked. you were pulled up in front of his apartment building, ready to say your goodbyes, but it had quickly turned into one of your regular hot and heavy make-out sessions.

“mmph! i have to go!” nick protested against your lips, pulling away from you. he looked gorgeous, his blue eyes glistening and reflecting the lights from your car’s interior lights.

“not yet.” you begged, looking at him through lidded eyes and pulling his plush lips in for another kiss.

nick sighed into your mouth, letting your mouths dance once more. you could feel the blood rushing to your crotch, your boxers suddenly becoming all the more tight. you palmed nick through his jeans, which earned a pained moan from him, but also a slap on your arm.

“matt and chris are going to be wondering where the fuck i am!” nick continued to argue, but you didn’t care. you grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him into you again, continuing to to squeeze his bulge. nick pulled away from you though, his cheeks flushed and hair slightly mussed.

“you’re insane.” he tells you, pulling away and trying to hide his smirk by crossing his arms and looking out the window.

“you’re worse.” you counter, watching his cheeks dimple as he turns back to face you.

“fuck you.” nick chuckles in defeat, biting his cheek.

“i want you to.” you whisper mischievously, leaning back into your seat and widening your legs, releasing the strain. you loved the way nick was so expressive, how you could say things that you knew would set him off and wait for his reaction.

“you’re not ready.” he told you, his smile now fading. “besides, i don’t even know what the fuck i’m doing so how am i supposed to teach you?”

“i’ve been with other guys, nick.” you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“yeah but not…” he waves his hands, widening his eyes. “you know, like, fully.”

“i’m ready nick, i’ve been telling you for weeks. i want to do this with you.” you push, the humour that was once in the air no longer present. it was silent for a while, as you watched nicks mind churn.

eventually, he spoke up. “well, if we do, i’m not doing it in your car in front of my house.”

you laughed, rolling your eyes. the quiet hum of your car engine caught your attention in the silence, which made you notice that you were in fact still sitting outside his apartment.

you rubbed his thigh, looking at him with a pout. “well, are you going to invite me in, nicolas?”

he looks at you, his foot tapping as he thought. he looked out the window, then back at you, sighing.

“fine.” he said, as if it was a warning. yet, he still had a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

the apartment was dead silent once nick had snuck you in, all of the lights were off and the only noise was the faint hum of the washing machine softly tumbling in the background. you were happy his brothers were asleep- as the last time you had come in while they were home, you were caught in an onslaught of questions. this time, there were no questions asked. you and nick could just be.

you were lead up two flights of stairs in order to finally arrive at nicks room, which every time seemed to knock the wind out of you. once he lead you inside, locking the door behind him, you found your breath again. he was only a touch taller than you, your nose just at his lips. he held your waist, looking at you with somber eyes.

“i’m sorry if i don’t…if i’m not very good. i don’t really know what i’m doing.” he confesses, “i guess that’s why i’ve been stalling for so long.”

“all that matters is that i trust you.” you tell him, cupping his cheeks in your palms. you get a little giddy at the fact they’re so warm.

you both make your way to his bed, collapsing onto his plush assortment of pillows as you continue to kiss passionately. you sling a leg over him, grinding your hardness onto his thigh. nick grabs your hips, assisting your movements. you couldn’t get enough of him, inhaling his scent, biting at his lips, rubbing your body up against his broader frame.

nick broke his lips apart from yours, looking into your eyes. “are we really doing this?”

“yes, i love you. i want to do this with you.” you tell him earnestly, spilling your heart out into the open air.

“i love you too.” he reassures you. “we’ll just…we’ll try. if it doesn’t work out, we can try again another time.”

you smile at this, his words of affirmation something you found extreme comfort in. you both began to slowly undress each other, his hands never left you- jabbing his finger into your hip, tickling you, running a hand up your chest. once you were both only in your underwear, the sheets slightly mussed from all of the shimmying and moving around, nick hovered above you. the only light source was his bedside lamp, which illuminated a condom and a bottle of lube, which made your stomach drop. this was really happening.

nick bit his lip, eyeing your body. he palmed your bulge, eliciting a pathetic moan from you. “this okay?”

“always.” you hum, as he pulls your jocks down.

you throw your head back against the pillows, as nick begins lazily stroking your throbbing length. he licked a stripe up the underside, and your mind went fuzzy, your only thoughts being nick, nick, nick. he took you in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked, something you would never get tired of. you ran a hand through his blonde locks, the dark roots showing as you tugged.

he took his mouth off you with a pop, laying his hands on your thighs. “i’m going to try something, but you have to tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

you nodded eagerly, as you watched a tattooed arm come over you to reach for the lube. he put some on his fingers, smoothing it over your hole. this caused your body to jump a little by the intrusion, but you definitely didn’t mind the sensation. you ran your hands down his biceps, as you admired him.

his eyes flicked up to yours, a knowing grin on his face as he slowly inserted a finger. you gasped, moaning at the stretch. it didn’t matter how many times you had danced this dance, it would always end up with you a panting, desperate mess- but that’s where it would end. it would never go beyond this, and your mind buzzed imagining what would come next.

once he could tell you were comfortable, nick began to stroke your cock as he pumped his finger into you. you groaned, your breathing heavy and laboured. it was too much, your body beginning to coat itself in sweat.

“i’m not going to last long, fuck!” you moaned, your stomach flexing as your hips began to jerk.

“i have to get you ready.” nick protested, his finger deep inside you.

“i am ready! just hurry up and fuck me.” you scolded, the desperation leaking from within you.

nick rolled his eyes, slowly pulling his finger out and stopping his strokes on your cock. “so impatient.”

you grabbed his face as he crawled up to hover over you once more, crashing your lips together. you didn’t waste any time, reaching down his boxers to begin stroking his solid, leaking cock. he moaned hotly into your mouth, a string of saliva between you. nick was big, not ridiculously- but it was the girth that scared you. you knew it would be a tight stretch, but your brain was so fogged with lust you didn’t care.

“i’m going to be really, really slow. i wont lie to you, it hurts like a bitch the first few times.” nick told you, looking into your eyes sternly.

you raised an eyebrow. “the first few?”

“mhm.” he hummed, “so you need to tell me if it’s too unbearable.”

you nod, desperately just wanting him inside of you, your cock leaking and your heart thudding in your throat. he reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom and ripping it open with his teeth. you were completely enamoured with him, his broad shoulders, the veins in his arms as he rolled it onto himself, his hair falling over his eyes, his wet lips. it was all so painfully erotic.

he motioned you to roll over to your stomach, and the weight of the situation finally hit you. this was really happening. yet, you found yourself comforted by the fact it was your boyfriend, and that you loved and trusted him more than anyone.

nick put his weight on you, kissing behind your ear. “i’m going to go really slow, okay? and i’ll stop whenever you want, no questions asked.��

“i know you will.” you whisper, craning your neck to turn around and kiss him full on the lips.

he rubbed the cold lube over your hole, and pushed it in with his finger. he toyed with you, spreading you open to prepare you. finally, you felt the tip of his cock linger at your entrance, as you latched your teeth into your fist in anticipation. incredibly slow, nick began to push himself inside of you. you bit down on your knuckles, the intrusion burning more than you had imagined. nick stopped once he was halfway, bending down so that his chest was flush with your back.

“wait, just-just stay like that for a bit.” you breathe, trying to adjust to the stretch.

“okay.” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “you feel fucking amazing, though.”

you chuckled, slowly beginning to forget about the pain. it took you a few moments to gain your composure before you urged him on.“okay, you can keep going.”

nick pushed himself further into you, your mouth falling open and a guttural moan tumbling out. it burned, but it felt so good. that was until, he started thrusting. his thrusts were slow and cautious, but you yelped in pain. “fuck, i’m sorry. it hurts.”

“i’m sorry, i probably shouldn’t have done it in this position.” nick sighs, stroking your hair and kissing your cheek. “this is new for me too, i’m just copying what other guys have done to me.”

you found the strength to smile at this. nick, always the people pleaser. “well, what if we try, like…we can try a different position?”

“yeah, let’s try that.” he agrees.

you take a little bit of fiddling and shuffling around, but eventually find yourself on your back, with nick still hovering over you. he pushed back inside of you, but this time it feels different. this time, you couldn’t describe the feeling. it was euphoric. you loved that you could see his face, too, his cheeks and the tips of his ears pink.

“better?” he asked, coyly.

“yes.” you moaned, “now move, please.”

nick began to thrust into you once more, this time more comfortably. you whimpered as the burning sensation began to fade and be overtaken by a pleasure you’d never felt. nick was huffing and breathing heavy, his arms flexing as he held his weight up above you. your hands found purchase on his biceps, as your legs came to fold at your stomach.

“oh god.” nick moaned, feeling his cock deep inside of you, hitting your prostate.

you felt pathetic, slightly embarrassed by the moans and cries coming from you. nicks thrusts began to get more aggressive, his hips snapping at the back of your thighs, reaching over to start stroking your cock. this almost send you over the edge, your entire body building with pleasure.

“you feel so good.” you moaned, watching him at work, thrusting into you deep and hard, knocking the wind from you. you truly didn’t know he had it in him.

“fuck, i’m-“ nick’s hips began to stutter, his thrusts loosing their rhythm and becoming more sporadic and his hand leaving your cock as he had to hold himself up, his arms starting to buckle.

you were a mess- your bodies slapping together, lewd sounds echoing his bedroom. you pulled him closer to you, so could feel the weight of him on top of you. you reached to your front to tug yourself, feeling the build of an orgasm in your stomach and bubbling to your throat, about to burst.

“fuck! oh my god!” you cried, as the feeling of nick pounding into you combined with his heavy moans in your ear sent you over the edge.

you came all over your stomach, your hole pulsating and body shuddering as the wave of pleasure that overcame you washed you out. nick wasn’t far behind, chasing his release as you held him close, your bodies clutching each other in desperation. nick groaned heavily, his mouth agape and eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came inside you. the feeling was odd, his condom catching his release but you could still feel the warmth.

he collapsed on top of you, and you both stayed there like that- with nick still inside of you and your bodies pressed against each other, basking in the aftermath. the room fell silent now, the only noise being your combined heavy breathing. you absent mindedly stroked his back, your fingers running up and down his spine.

“sorry, i didn’t last very long.” nick finally spoke up with a chuckle. “i definitely do not have the stamina for that.”

“stamina for what?“ you questioned, pulling away so you could see his face.

he bit his lip to hide his smile. “being a top. like, it’s so tiring.”

you perk up now, laughing. “so what you’re saying is you like being the one fucked?”

“yes, the fuck-ee not the fuck-er.” he explained, as if it made perfect sense.

you couldn’t contain your laughter, shaking your head. “jesus christ, nick. sometimes you say things and i just…”

“i’d be careful with what you’re about to say, i’m still inside you.” he tsked, wagging his finger in your face.

you slapped his hand away, “well then, i suppose you’d better pull out. wouldn’t want me to get pregnant.”

nick covered his mouth and widened his eyes. “literally stop talking.”

“wanna go have a shower?” you asked, wiggling your brows.

“absolutely.” nick said enthusiastically, giving you a firm kiss.

as you watched nick get off the bed and disappear into the ensuite bathroom attached to his room, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging, like you truly felt complete now.

“hey nick?” you called out.

“yeah?” he answered, poking his head around the corner.

you gaze at him lovingly, in his full naked form, all broad and flushed. “i’m glad we did that.”

“me too, but next time, you’re fucking me.” he laughs, putting a hand up into the air before disappearing back into the bathroom.

now that, that was an idea you could work with.

#first time writing mxm be nice #if something is wrong or doesn’t make sense pls don’t hesitate to yell at me! #also i never know how to end these things they’re always so lame lol #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo x you

[wishesofeternity]

“Throughout Henry’s exile, Margaret (Beaufort) seems to have been a faithful correspondent, keeping her son abreast of affairs in England. Though none of their letters from this period have survived, it is highly probable that they contained sentiments similar to those she expressed in her later letters to him: she often gave him her blessing, and on one occasion, in a reflection of her affection towards him, she assured Henry that ‘I trust you shall well perceive I shall deal towards you as a kind, loving mother’. At this time, however, Margaret was clearly considering the possibility of bringing about his return, though she also recognised that this would take time. As her standing with Edward IV improved, so too did her confidence to effect a reconciliation. If she could continue to win the king’s trust, Henry’s foreign exile could potentially be brought to an end.

By the beginning of June 1482, her efforts appear to have produced some results when Edward agreed that Henry could receive a share of his grandmother the dowager Duchess of Somerset’s lands to the value of £400 (£276,500) if he were to return ‘to be in the grace and favour of the king’s highness’. Edward signed the agreement on 3 June, attaching his official seal. A draft still survives and can be found among Margaret’s papers. The groundwork for Henry to return home had been laid. Edward’s grip on the reins of power was unchallenged, and with two surviving sons, his dynasty appeared to be assured—Margaret’s son was no longer a threat. Thus it was that, on an unknown date, Edward—curiously, using the same piece of paper on which Margaret’s second husband had been created Earl of Richmond—drafted a pardon for her son. Margaret began to hope that she and Henry would soon be reunited.”  

- Nicola Tallis, “The Uncrowned Queen: The Fateful Life of Margaret Beaufort, Tudor Matriarch”

#historicwomendaily #history #margaret beaufort #henry vii #edward iv #kinda #this is SO interesting - I wish more people knew of it because it really changed my perception of Margaret AND henry AND edward #at the end of his reign #also since I'm quoting from her book I just wanted to point out: Nicola Tallis was beyond horrendous towards Elizabeth Woodville #and uncritically repeated a bunch of misogynistic tudor propaganda against margaret of york #AND was very weird about elizabeth of york's alleged 'feelings' for the uncle who bastardized her and murdered her brothers #even claiming that elizabeth felt 'spurned' by him (lmao) #i know that lots of historians have major issues writing about historical women who aren't their Special Favs #and that every historian is guilty of it to some extent #but to write about THREE women like this in 2019? that definitely takes things to a whole new shitty level lol

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Febuwhump 9) Bees

(tw : bee (duh), death threat)

A bee was buzzing in Whumpee’s cell. And that, they didn’t understand.

There was an opening in the left side of the wall, yes. It could have flied between the bars. The question was less how than why. Rarely a room had been more devoid of a flower. The only spots of color in all that gray were some blood stains here and here. If you could force your imagination, you could argue that the poker or the tongs vaguely looked like a flower. If it was the reason the bug was there though, Whumpee feared it needed a prescription badly. It had to have a pair of tiny glasses like no tomorrow. Glasses were important. Theirs had been crushed to the ground some time ago and they missed them very much, although they only needed them for reading. They missed reading too.

Really though, it didn’t seem probable; weirdly, the bee seemed rather interested by them. Their arms around their knees, they gazed at it examining them, like their red-stained rags were some kind of big petals around them. Not that Whumpee truly minded; they weren’t allergic and in their situation, a sting was the least of their problems. It was a nicer visit than the occasional mosquito. They were just confused.

They were looking at the bug looking at them when Whumper came in the room. Whumpee didn’t raise their head. As they were concerned, everyone in the world – and that included all living things – was more interesting than this person. Whumper understood perfectly the meaning of their attitude and didn’t like it. They leaned forwards to see what was so captivating and their brows bounced:

“Oh, that’s a bee !”

Whumpee gave them a quick, tired glance before going back to their contemplation, but the bee, disturbed by the new arrival, went to inspect the new element in the surroundings.

“Zzzz” made the bee.

“Crash” made Whumper’s fist against the wall.

Whumpee flinched, their eyes wide with horror.

“There’s a lesson to learn here” said Whumper. “See, that’s an insect who can sting only once and gets punished by death for it. That’s some nice foreshadowing. And an appropriate metaphor.”

“It didn’t even have the time to sting !”

“Can’t be too careful.”

*

Back to Whump/Horror Masterlist.

#febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #whump #whump community #writeblr #writers on tumblr #original fiction #my writing #writing snippet #writing drabble #writing dialogue #creative writing #Nicolas Cage screamed in my head all the time I wrote this snippet #I didn’t even see the damn movie #never watched the clip since years #some things stay stuck and not necessarily the ones you want #febuwhumpday9

[capaldiera]

i started reading this fucking out of character thick of it fanfic like a week ago bc even tho i could tell from first glance it was going to be ooc i was just curious and it sounded kind of funny slash tragic. (how are you tagging grief child death domestic violence attempted suicide on a ttoi fic hello?) and i dooo like complaining And for the most part if it weren't supposed to be about those guys it would just be pretty good so im not Regretting it? but i didn't realise how many stories were in the series and im probably 150k words in. and not much more than halfway through

#and it doesnt even have sex scenes. fml #me.txt #iam also so fed up with writing that seems to romanticise women prioritising men andtheir emotions over their own personal safety/ wellbeing #like im not saying you cant Depict that but maybe lets unpack that. and not treat it as if it's just that woman's inherent personality #rather than a something shes been Taught to do #though while we're on the subject actually i dont think the way nicola is written is in character either #like i focus on malcolm bc its more egregious but nicola is not.. shes not putting her kids before herself like that. #i know losing one of them might make a difference but its not even presented like it's bc of that. its just oh im writing a woman well her #priority must be her kids! well no she is a bad mum and doesnt really like her kids so #but that didnt stand out to me so much until i started rewatching s3. #i was more like ah yes. famously anti-racist feminist ally malcom tucker who easily goes not just hours but months at a time without saying #anything homophobic and uses the occasional ableist turn of phrase in his mind but usually keeps it to himself. #i mean i can definitely understand not wanting to comr up with and write realistic malcolm tucker dialogue. i wouldnt want to. #but well the whole thing is a bit he wouldnt fucking say or do any of that #but again. i could see that clearly from the description and walked in eyes open #its good tho its given me a lot to think about at work.

[roselinbooks-official]

I have made Spotify playlists for:

Writing Inspo for each of my WIPs (for me, mostly)

"Official" Playlists for my books (for the readers, mostly)

Now I embark upon a new musical venture:

Playlists that match what each character would listen to (for me AND the readers)

Mostly thinking of this in terms of New Constellations but like. Ann's playlist has a lot of folk rock and cute 90s pop. Jack's has lots of party/club songs because he is a lively and fun guy. Julius is really into Post-Modern Jukebox and other "make it vintage" kinds of sounds like electro-swing. All things that the reader would probably expect from these characters based on how they are portrayed in the book and how they present themselves.

And then Nicolas. THIS GUY (art credit @theboarsbride)

Nicolas listens almost exclusively to emo. Nicolas goes into his study to work on some grand art piece and all you hear from the outside, blaring at max volume, is: "WHEN I WAS. A YOUNG BOY. MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY--"

And if it's not emo? It's metal. The hardest screechingest metal you've ever heard in your life before you went deaf from it.

#writeblr #writing humor #sometimes we do silly little things with our silly little guys #Nicolas is that one gif from Monsters University of the mom sitting in her car listening to her tunes and the tunes are screeching vocals #wip new constellations #anyway what would your characters listen to i'm curious

[caesarootham]

Academia is when you're reading an article and you start hyping up a 53 year old political economics professor in Melbourne because she's calling out the global supply chain system for relying on existing inequalities to continue to function.

#nicola phillips is now everything to me #she is writing exactly the things i need to ace this take home #and she is doing it with style #academia #i've gotten too deep

[bluberimufim]

I am once again going insane over Giulio Cesare in Egitto. Mostly its libretto. God.

Cornelia's almost melodic recitative breaking up Curio and Cesare's very rhythmic conversation, especially when saying "Da pace all'armi"? The sudden rise of Achilla's "questa del gran Pompeo superba testa" followed by a return to the calmer recitative from before with "di base al regal trono" because he thinks he did nothing wrong?

The whiplash between "Svegliatevi nel core, furie d'un alma offesa, a far d'un traditor aspra vendetta!" and "L'ombra del genitore, accorre a mia difesa e dice: a te il rigor, figlio, figlio, si aspetta"? The entirety of "Alma del Gran Pompeo"??

The tension in the rise and fall of Nireno and Cleopatra's "Troncar fè Tolomeo il capo... / Ohimè! di chi? / Del gran Pompeo" and later "Che gli mandò? / L'esanimato volto"?? The absolute clash between the melody and lyrics of "Tu sei il cor di questo core" that combines somewhat apologetic and tender-sounding lyrics with loud threatening music? And I think there's a musical Dies Irae reference in there? The first word of Cesare and Tolomeo's arias about each other being "l'empio"??

The absolute rawness of the line "L'aure che spira tirano e fiero egli non merta di respirar"? The melody of "Vanni son i lamenti" as Sesto announces his desire for revenge and "Sappi, perfido monstro" after he fulfils it being the same?

The climax of "Son nata a lagrimar" mirroring Cesare and Cleopatra's "verá" through harmony in the final duet, comparing the separation of act 1 with the reuniting of act 3? Tolomeo yelling "Sveglia! Sveglia!" in Cornelia's face after "svegliare" being established as basically Sesto's word in "Svegliatevi"? And Sesto's being a prayer and request while Tolomeo's is an order???

I AM LOSING MY MIND (affectionately)

#Nicola Hay (author of the libretto) was a goddamn genius #the recitatives are SO GOOD #and they're so basic in melody and structure! #i by no means vehemently recommend this opera to anyone because it's long and kinda repetitive #but MY GOD #i was in a production of this so i noticed a lot of little things #and every time i analyse it it gets better #i'm gonna build Nicola Hay a shrine (Händel can have a little smth too but my brainrot is for the libretto mostly) #not writing #operablr #opera tag #georg friedrich händel #giulio cesare in egitto #giulio cesare #ramblies #opera analysis #the brainrot(tm)

[xanderscollection]

Sometimes you create an oc who's only going to appear once or twice for plot and character development and then oops they're now dead. But I the creator of them love them???? Can't believe I have to write fanfic of my own characters cause someone (me) had to kill them off

#his name is Mikhail and he is Nicolas first love after his wife dies and yes i kill him too nico cant have nice things #but i love them and want to write so much romance for them #they deserve it #they deserve to dance on a empty street as it rains and share a kiss #they deserved better #so did his wife tbh #Nicolas (oc) #feel free to ignore this

[libraryleopard]

Historical fantasy novella retelling of Arthurian mythology, specifically the Perceval stories

Reimagines Perceval as a woman who disguises herself as a man to become a knight

Inspired by Welsh and Irish mythology

Lyrical & mythological prose

Lesbian main character

Queer knights, disabled knights, and knights of color in Arthur’s court

#I loveeeeeeee queer athuriana #I'm taking a class on king arthur right now so this was the perfect thing to read #also I was very familiar with the Irish mythology in this so that was fun! #it's a girl-disguised-as-guy story but honestly that's not a huge part of it which was interesting #good mix of feeling grounded in history and being magical especially in terms of the writing #also I loveeeee this version of lancelot #mild spoilers: poly arthur guinevere and lancelot we love to see it! #spear #nicola griffith #books #2022 reads #lulu speaks #lulu reads spear #also the illustrations are great!

[thatonelittleindiekid]

M's current obsessions (in the hope of finding other blogs with same interests)

If anyone (other than an older version of me) ever finds this blog, here is an (updated) list of things i happen to be over-fixating on at the moment:

Music:

taylor swift

radiohead

olivia rodrigo

girl in red

baby queen

dylan

conan gray

gracie abrams

cavetown

chloe moriondo

beach bunny

lyn lapid

...

Books/authors:

every YA novel ever written or co-written by Nicola Yoon (the sun is also a star, everything everything, instructions for dancing, blackout, whiteout)

they both die at the end (i bought but still haven't started the prequel)

Alice Oseman (solitaire, radio silence, heartstopper (novellas + comics), loveless,...) (i started but still have to finish IWBFT)

...

Movies/shows:

Enola Holmes

The Half Of It

Everything Sucks

Red White and Royal Blue (still have to read the book)

Stranger Things

Heartstopper

Young Royals

Anne With An E

Other hobbies cause hey why not:

writing

playing the guitar (started learning on my own last summer and tips are welcome)

piano (followed classical lessons for six years. stopped. now i'm back at it again by learning chords of my favorite songs)

drawing

baking? (I'm currently on fall/autumn break and decided to start baking some fall recipes i saw on the internet and now I'm obsessed)

...

hoping to find other people with other/similar interests. and if not: here's an apple cookie for reading so far.

whoever you are, i hope you'll have a nice day :)

-M

#alice oseman #taylor swift #radiohead #olivia rodrigo #girl in red #dylan #conan gray #gracie abrams #nicola yoon #osemanverse #they both die at the end #enola holmes #the half of it movie #everything sucks #red white and royal blue #stranger things #hearstopper #young royals #anne with an e #writing #guitar #piano #chloe moriondo #cavetown #baking #have a nice life :)

[chaotic-queer-disaster]

thinking abt my "culture" as a concept is super... strange. as a white north american. and i dont know how to articulate this beyond "its so big it's nothing" and im aware it's so so so incredibly privileged to have a big disconnect from "my culture" because it's everywhere as opposed to because people tried to stamp it out! I know. i'm just thinking out loud about how it is strange.

[on "no reblogs" just bc i dont know if im articulating this exactly as what i mean and im mostly thinking out loud in the tags]

#hello bat if you see this youve actually sparked thinkingthoughts bc of that oc question on nicola-writes skdhfksdf #anyway. #i dont know the actual CULTURAL origin of the food i eat or the clothes i wear or the music i listen to or w/e #i know its. european. presumably. and i know it's canadian/american clusterfuck. and i also know it is influenced by other cultures #on some level ! like i dont live in a bubble with NO other cultures in it but i dont rlly think anyone does lol #but like..... all the influence i can NAME is ONLY influence from /other/ cultures. not mine #i can recognize when something *isnt* part of my culture but i also dont rlly know how to define what my *culture* is beyond... #idk ! a big ol slab of White #the hallmarks of my culture are like. whiteness. overarching influence. white christianity. having everything made for ''wide audiences'' #usually just made w/people like me in mind (most popular clothes most common food most tv characters etc) #and again thats SUPER privileged. obviously. im not complaining about anything (though ofc i dont think it /should/ be like this). #this isnt a ''poor white ppl :( no culture :('' thing this is more... wow we really did just destroy our own individuality for the sake of #white supremacy didnt we. #i dont know many people around here who can name parts of French or English or German or Irish or w/e culture SPECIFICALLY #even if thats what they are. #i read somethign once written by a woman of colour talking about how she noticed that white ppl seem to sacrifice actual individual culture #for the culture of Whiteness and White Supremacy (she capitalized it like that specifically. dont remember why) #especially white north americans (its less common in other places) #which CREATES this phenomenon where we genuinely just don't participate with culture on a conscious level very often #because. its everywhere. it's the ''default assumption'' of north american society. POC & their cultures are ignored in favor of us #and we really only notice when something is *not* our culture but not when something *is* our culture bc we never have to look for it #we participate with culture. obviously. its impossible not to. but we often dont do it on purpose. #idk. thoughts!! thought times. sometimes i have a single thought in my brain #and i am aware this is like 1 perspective and also the least important perspective on race & culture ever kdjhksdjf #i am just thinking.

[bobawitch]

im thinking i might make a new blog, potentially multiple new blogs that are more focused. have one for the triplets, hazbin hotel, criminal minds, etc. ill be working on that for the next multiple days which means my fics will be disappearing so i can repost it on their respective new blogs.

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #bobawitch writes #matt sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo imagine #bobawitch asks #bobawitch #stranger things #criminal minds

[warblingandwriting]

Listen, I used to hate sex scene in movies (like I think many people do now) genuinely until I was like 19/20ish I thought they were all entirely unnecessary and stupid all the time, and my (much smarter, looking back on it) friends would try to argue with me about it, and I was obstinate

Then I saw Don't Look Now and it completely changed my perspective. Because the emotional catharsis of the sex scene in that movie is so powerful, it blew out of the water all the mediocre stuff I'd seen before, and made me realize that I had just kind of been watching movies that weren't great, and/or that didn't have particularly good sex scenes.

Now I've expanded my horizons and have like a top 5 list of movie sex scenes. So idk, on the one hand this is me saying 'yeah, sex should be in movies, and I dislike the sentiment that it shouldn't now', but I think also that people can change perspectives, and I think a lot of people who's stances are 'sex should never be in any movie ever' will probably grow out of it because they either will see better movies and come to appreciate a good sex scene, or realize that what they want isn't and shouldn't be the be all end all of media.

#movies #films #don't look now #nicolas roeg #my writing #my stuff #just thoughts #idk I just know I did a complete 180 and I think others can too #also it opens up so much #and much better stuff when you don't discount something for having like one thing you don't in it

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Rated R Video

Summary: You and Matt are dating and was invited to do the newest Rated R car video where Nick, Matt, Chris, and Yourself talk about the things you all have been avoiding being in the public eyes..

Warnings: Cursing, use of Y/N, suggestive (i think)? talking ab sexual topics! (lmk if i missed anything)

A/N: the first part of this story will be fluff/suggestive? also this is my first attempt at writing anything so be kind pls :)

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Me and matt have been dating for about 2 years as of last month, so within those two years of dating we’ve had sex.. a LOT… in the van, the house, the shower.. you get the idea.. but when matt asked me to join the new ‘Sturniolos @ Nite” video where they explored sexual topics they have been avoiding since being in the public eyes of COURSE i indeed had to say yes.

the boys and i were setting up for the video, matt in the driver seat, nick in his assigned seat behind matt chris wanted my seat in the car (the passenger seat) i objected HIGHLY “Christopher do you really wanna sit next to matt while he’s talking about OUR sex life?” i snapped at chris “Well Y/N this” he said while pointing at the passenger side “happens to be the seat i sit in while we film EVERY car video so” chris stood outside the car door standing while pointing at the leather seat we’re arguing over. while our bickering continues matt rolls his eyes and before he has a moment to speak nick yells across the car “Chris sit your ass down and pipe down, you’ll be fine for one video specially when the topic is sex so let’s just sit down and shut up” chris looks at me with an annoyed expression on his face and i look at him and jus smile as i sit next to my boyfriend matt and smile matt returns the smile before clicking the red button on the camera and adjusts the camera so we’re all in it.

nick immediately, getting too excited to sit still starts the intro of the video.

“AS you can see, we have a VERY special guest today for the first time in years-“ i stop him “Nick it’s been a month since i was in a video” i chuckle. nick smiles “ANYWAYS before i was rudely interrupted.. we have matt’s future wife, the mother of my future niece’s or nephews.. Y/N!!” i smile awkwardly at the camera and sent a slight wave. “NOW LETS GET HORNY” nick says just a little too excited to explore a new side of the triplets no one has seen before. matt chuckles softly as he speak with a little giggle in his voice “im not sure if thats how we should start this whole video” i smile at his words awkwardly as if im not about to expose to 6 million people what me and matt do behind every closed door, nick and chris have gotten used to hearing me and matt because of the amount of times we’ve tried doing anything remotely sexual at the house.

“so for the first question,” nick starts “what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex at” chris chimes in “bathroom of Target” mine and nicks eyes widen and look at each other, i slowly turn my head back to face chris “t-target?” i stutter in disbelief. he smiles and nods, i press my lips together and look at matt waiting for him to answer.. the silence fills up the car before i get bold “I have to say in the back of the movie theater” matt’s face turns red and he looks down smiling before nick yells “UMMM Y/N?! MATTHEW??” i smile and turn my face to nick “you told us honesty for this video so im being honest nicolas” we all bust into laughter before matt speaks up and says “my answer to the question is the same as uh Y/N” nick scoffs playfully before asking the next one “this one is a bit more Juicy” as he shimmy’s his shoulders “what’s your deepest darkest sexual fantasy” he continues. my eyes immediately widen, in the bunch of times matt and i have had sex it’s not bad but sometimes i want him to absolutely destroy me, like multiple orgasms at a time, make me cry, degrade me, you know all that pizazz, he’s scared of hurting me or my feelings which makes sense but i wanted more i just didn’t know how to come out and ask for stuff like this but i don’t want 6 MILLION people to- i was cut off by nick who’s screaming my name to get me to pay attention “Y/N” nick screams “Are you listening??” i stutter before answering “y-yes i was just trying to think of a good answer” i look over at matt who’s also caught up in thought “but i think chris should answer first” matt breaks the awkward tension by looking at chris as chris shrugs his shoulders and nods in agreement “hmmm,” he starts “id have to say i’d love to eat a girl out for HOURS” he smirks “not saying i’ve never done that but like most can’t handle much after one” he smiles devilishly and nick matt and i all look at eachother and snicker as chris still began going into detail about eating a girl out before matt cuffs him off “OKAY CHRIS, i will go next just to save everyone else” matt laughs before continuing “umm id have to say my deepest darkest sexual fantasy is uh prolly uhm” he stops nervously so i chime in “matt it’s okay come on you got this” he looks at me and smiles before finishing his sentence “tying someone up and like uh eating em out till they can’t move anymore” he places his hand behind his head and rubs the back of his neck but subconsciously my thighs squeeze together at the thought of it before i quickly snap out of it “well since it’s my turn my fantasy is just really rough sex.. yk like.. yeah i ain’t even gonna go into detail about that you can use ur imagination” i look at the camera and wink when i say the last part of my sentence before nick chimes in “well from the constant banging of the fucking wall from the headboard every night you’d think she be getting that gypsy rose ‘that d is fire’ every fucking night” the entire car busts out into laughter from nicks commentary on mine and matt’s sex life. “okay nick next question” chris states “uhm most of the rest of the questions are weird” nick says while trying not to gag from the question, but i can’t help but look at matt looking deep in thought but i can’t stop wondering if maybe i said something wrong.. was it my tone? i quickly snap out of it when nick starts talking to chris about the nights of restless nights of the consistent banging and moaning coming through the walls from matt absolutely blowing my back out, now matt was sweet and gentle and we had multiple talks about what we were into, what we liked, what we didn’t but i wanted MORE… i needed MORE… i bit my lip subconsciously at the nasty things matt and i could be doing in my head.

“OOO A GOOD QUESTION..” nick starts “something that gets you horny INSTANTLY” i smile and giggle before chris interrupts me and says “ASS AND THE THOUGHT OF SMACKING A NICE FAT ASS” i slap my hand on my face over my mouth over his comment, nick beat me to the thought of slapping Chris’s arm before it got any worse. “christopher sturniolo lets stop talking before your mouth gets worse and u expose yourself more then you have target boy” nick spits out “okay anyways, neck kisses are a biggie for me” i say turning the attention towards me instead of chris’s foul mouth. “AH FINALLY ONE I CAN AGREE WITH Y/N” nick cheers “okay okay, sometimes when Y/N walks around in plaid shorts and a tank top no bra.. idk that’s just me personally” matt says nervously but i can’t help but smile at his answer

“well thank you guys so much for watching this uncomfortable Rated R video.. we probably will not be doing this again because i cannot sit though listening through this again..” nick says with giggles in between sentences. matt grabs the camera and points it in my direction closely and i giggle and smile in the camera before he points it closer in his brothers direction and nick says once more “i will never be doing this again” as chris laughs loudly, matt does his little gremlin voice as i call it and clicks the red button to stop recording.

“well that was interesting” i laughed while stepping out the car to get back inside

“interesting isn’t what i would call it” nick giggles out

matt and i make our way to our shared bedroom but he closes the door suddenly and locks it which makes me jump and turn around

“strip” matt says sternly

“w-what” i stutter but clench my thighs together at his stern tone

“don’t make me say it again Y/N strip”

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A/N: AHH PLS LEMME KNOW HOW THIS IS?!?! also pls tell me how to make a masterslist.. cause idk how do that!!

#the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #Spotify

[flynnriderishot]

hey there, queen! i absolutely adore your stories, and I'd be thrilled to read an angsty story featuring Chris. so, here's the deal: the reader appears to have "cheated" on Chris, but in reality, she never did. so then, the reader is hurt by Chris's lack of trust, but take a turn when Chris discovers the truth. and so he does everything in his power to make things right, and Chris goes all out to win her back. you can plan the rest of the story.

i hope this makes sense :)

scandals - c.s

a/n: tysm 😭 i’m so sorry it took so long to write. i was deadass taking my time planning this

christopher ❤️✨

are you fucking kidding me?

we’re done

block my number

baby 🩷🩷👩‍❤️‍👨

wait wait??

christopher❤️✨

don’t act stupid

it’s all over social media

to think you’d cheat and get away with it while being a fucking influencer is insane

christopher ❤️✨ has blocked you

nicolas 🥳🥸

did you cheat on my brother?

i want to think it’s not real but that picture deadass looks like you

oh wait your hair isn’t red anymore is it?

nevermind

i’ll talk to chris

have you spoken to him?

y/n 🤍🥳

he blocked me before i could get anything in

i didn’t even know what was happening until a few minutes ago

i didn’t cheat, nick, i promise.

nicolas 🥳🥸

i believe you

matt 🫡

chris is freaking out

wtf happened??

you cheated on him?!

y/n ‼️

i didn’t cheat, matt

it’s not me, i swear on my life 🙏🏾

my hair isn’t even red anymore, hasn’t been for nearly a month

matt🫡

😐

that’s so true

my bad

i’ll talk to chris. he’s convinced it’s you

he keeps saying how you could’ve cheated a while back and finally got exposed for it

y/n‼️

that makes no sense

the only times i’m not with him, i’m with nick, there’s no time within the two months i had my hair red that i would’ve found the time to cheat on him

and even if i did, i fucking suck at lying, how the hell would i have gotten that past him ?!

matt 🫡

tried telling him that.

kid damn near slammed my finger in the door

starting to think i shouldn’t get him the love of his life back 😐

•••

it’s been nearly two weeks since you’ve spoken to or seen chris. he seemed to have been thoroughly convinced that you cheated on him.

you weren’t able to get through to him due to him blocking you. you could have tried messaging him through instagram since he hadn’t blocked on the app, but you knew the amount of dms he got a day so the chances of him even seeing your message was slim to none.

with him not blocking you on instagram came the sadness of seeing him slowing either delete or archive the pictures he had of you two on his account.

truthfully, you didn’t cheat on him and his lack of trust in you and your relationship felt like knives to the chest.

you knew how chris was, he’d eventually realize he was in the wrong and finally try to talk to you.

now, you weren’t so sure how you would feel if he did. it’s genuinely hurt you to know that one simple thing could lead to him doubting your love for him completely. you weren’t fond of being in a relationship with someone that chose to listen to strangers rather than to hear it from the source.

you just finished stress cleaning up your room, a pile of chris’ belongings off to the side in case he had one of his brothers stop by to come grab it.

just as you were about to take a break, your phone began to go off with people mentioning you on a video on tiktok.

curious, you sat in your desk chair, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched a girl, who could easily be mistaken as you, set up her camera.

video-

‘hi, my names jasmine- jas if we’re close.’

she chuckled, tugging her red hair behind her ear.

‘recently, there’s been a picture of me and my boyfriend going around. in the photo, we can be seen kissing, but my back is towards whoever it was that took the picture.’

she cleared her throat, adjusting her posture. the exact photo that got people confused showed up in the corner of your screen.

‘now, i don’t do social media. i’m not an influencer, but i am aware of what goes on, you know what i mean? anyway- people think that i’m the youtuber yn ln.’

she laughed in disbelief.

‘i wasn’t going to say anything because, again, i don’t do social media. but i saw the poor girl getting hate because people think she cheated on her boyfriend chris. i’m here to clear it up. that is me in the picture, not yn. here’s a side by side of the picture the stranger took, and l a picture from the same day that my boyfriend and i took.’

as she said this, a cute photo of jasmine and her boyfriend smiling at the camera appeared on the right side of the picture that got you canceled.

‘i doubt she’d see this, but if she does, i’m so sorry that i didn’t come out sooner to say anything. but last thing i want is for someone to get hated on for something they didn’t do.’

and with that, the video ended.

you couldn’t stop yourself from going to the comments to see what people thought.

sturniolosbaby i bet y’all are embarrassed 😭

nicksbabygirl you guys ruined a relationship and it wasn’t even her 💀 that’s sick @/yn.ln @/christophersturniolo

chrispepsicola oh wow @/yn.ln

mattskisses it might not have been her in the pic but she still could’ve cheated

>>> sturniolosbiggestfan don’t start 😐

letstripbaby @/yn.ln @/christophersturniolo @/nicolassturniolo @/matthew.sturniolo @/sturniolotriplets

>>> babysturn damn tag their parents while you’re at it 😭💀

ynxsturniolo @/yn.ln look at these morons

nicksgaywife chris already deleted their photos together on instagram, look wtf you guys did 😒 @/yn.ln @/christophersturniolo

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nicolas 🥳🥸

bitch

link to tiktok

chris is so upset right now

warning‼️

he’s begging matt to drop him off at yours. figured you should know before you start packing his shit

y/n 🤍🥳

too late…

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo

[querenciasturniolo]

ghost ⮕ s.t.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: depictions of death (no active murder), mentions of death, mentions of vomit, blood, suspense, anxiety, fear, swearing

summary: murders in los angeles have been happening left and right, and right as you think it couldn’t get any worse, one of your best friends is gone.

a/n: this took much longer than it should have, and for that i’m sorry, but i have a few things to say beforehand. this was inspired by multiple edits, two separate convos i had with @floofparker and @champangekisses , scream being one of my FAVORITE scary movies, and, of course, the iconic “WHO’S MOST LIKELY TO BE THE GHOSTFACE KILLERRRR” from chris. this took FOREVER, but i’m so proud of it and so excited to put it out. this is pretty reminiscent to the movie, but i added my own little spin on it. PLEASE read the bolded disclaimer and take it to heart, i don’t think anything that goes down in this fic would actually happen, hence the name fanfiction. it’s supposed to be unrealistic, that’s the point. i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

Twenty year old social media star Christopher (Chris) Sturniolo was found dead outside of his Los Angeles home on September 22, 2023. His brothers, who he made comedy videos with on multiple platforms, Nicolas and Matthew Sturniolo, claim their brother had been out with long-time friend and fellow content creator, Y/f/n Y/l/n, hours before.

Nick and Matt told police moments before they rushed out to find their brother with multiple stab wounds, they heard yelling and a struggle. When they reached Chris, the assailant was gone. Y/n hasn’t spoken about their day together prior to his death, and has refused to answer any questions asked. Her and Matt Sturniolo seem to have ended their year-long relationship shortly after this tragedy, but we all want to know why. Was there an affair? Was the guilt too much to keep the secret after Chris’ death?

On October 13, 2022, Y/n’s brother was murdered brutally, and their mother suffered a very public breakdown. The assailant in her brother’s case has yet to be found.

Chris Sturniolo’s murder was the fifth in a little less than two months. Police have yet to tell the public any of their leads in this string of serial murders, but have disclosed that they are far from closing these cases.

The article had only been out for an hour, and your Instagram and Tiktok were already being swarmed with notifications. So many, that you had to delete both apps off of your phone to keep it from crashing.

You hadn’t left your bed since that day, only to get something to eat and some water when you ran out—you couldn’t even go to the funeral. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer your phone, you couldn’t even answer the countless messages you scrolled through in the days following your best friend’s death.

Today was the day, you decided, that you were going to do something. Three weeks couldn’t have been too late to get your shit back together. You had woken up in the late afternoon and gotten into the shower, standing under the hot spray for what felt like forever and just allowing yourself to relax and release any tension in your body.

You had made a full meal for the first time since…that morning. You were nauseous the entire time you ate, but you had to do this. When your brother died, everyone told you that the best way to get through your grief was to continue your regular routine as much as possible. Filming a video was on your to do list. You weren’t going to post it, it was just for you to get back into the routine of talking to a camera.

Setting up your camera was the hardest part. You knew how to do it blindfolded by now, but the thought of doing anything like this, even if you weren’t going to post it, felt wrong, almost. It felt wrong to look into a camera and talk about that day, talk about your last day with Chris.

You sat down on your couch after pressing record and ran a hand over your face, finally looking into the lens and sighing.

“It’s been awhile.” You started, rolling your eyes at the corniness of your statement. “I don’t even know why I said that, I’m not even posting this.” You grumbled, dropping your head into your hands and carding your fingers through your hair. The burning in your throat started, and you continuously fought through the knot and forming tears.

You looked up again, hoping your eyes didn’t look as red as they felt. “I picked Chris up at ten fifteen, and we spent the entire day together. We went thrifting, as much as he complained the whole time.” You said, a ghost of a smile forming on your face as your eyes focused elsewhere.

“He, oh my God.” You said, chuckling to yourself and shaking your head. “He would throw whatever I had in my hands in the basket and ask if we were done yet, every time I picked something up. I don’t know what his problem was, considering he had gotten a few things too.” You said, sighing softly and glancing over at the camera.

“We went to lunch—that honestly sounds more fancy than it is, we stopped at In-n-Out—and we just came back to my house afterwards. We talked about…a lot of things.” You started, tears pooling in your eyes as you closed them and let yourself remember.

“We talked…we talked about life, and getting older.” You said, dropping your head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Fears, hopes and whatnot. We talked about everything.” You said, sighing softly as the remnants of Chris’ voice in your memory sang through.

“I don’t know what I want right now. I’m grateful that I’m doing so well, but in five years, where will I be?”

“It started getting late, so I took him home. He told me to come in if I wanted, but I…I was tired, I wanted to go home. He…he got out of the car, and I didn’t. I never...” You dropped your head in your hands again, your breathing labored as you fought off the guilt that had been deteriorating you for the last three weeks.

You lifted your head, about to stand and turn off your camera when your phone buzzed next to you. You sighed and flipped it over, frowning at the screen.

No Caller ID flashed before you. Usually you’d ignore the call, but something in you couldn’t resist as you slid the icon over and pressed it to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked, your voice quiet and shaky.

“It was your fault, you know.”

You’d never ended a call so fast, your phone hitting the couch as you stared down at it with wide eyes. The voice was distorted, completely unrecognizable, but familiar at the same time. This was some sick joke, it had to be. You took a deep breath and shook your head.

You stood and walked over to your camera on weak knees, stopping the recording and taking your camera off of the tripod. As you shut off the camera, your phone buzzed on the couch. A sigh left your lips as you placed the camera on the coffee table and ran your hands through your hair.

What was the worst that could happen, right? You picked up your phone, No Caller ID still flashing across the screen. You slid the icon over again and pressed your phone to your ear.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

Your entire body went on high alert. “Who is this?” You asked, your voice trembling.

“That’s not important, what’s important is I know what really happened that day.”

All of the air left your lungs as you shakily sat down on the couch. “What are you talking about?” You asked. A dark chuckle rang through the receiver, your heart pounding in your ears as you waited for an answer.

“You didn’t wait for him to get inside, did you, Sweetheart?”

A broken sob left your lips as you hung up the phone and dropped it, your whole body shaking with each shattered cry that escaped you. The guilt was too much, it was the only thing about your last day with him that you couldn’t bring yourself to even say.

You blame yourself for Chris’ death, if you had just waited a few moments for him to get in the door, none of this would have happened. It was killing you every single day, not knowing if your being there would have changed anything.

You ignored the next call, and went through your contacts. Your finger hovered over Matt’s name, your chest aching as you swiped out of his contact, clicked the one under it, and held your phone to your ear. Before Nick could even finish his greeting, you were straining to get your words out of your mouth through the knot in your throat.

“Nick, something is wrong. Please, please come over.” You whispered into the phone, trying your best to keep your voice steady as his silence on the other end made your skin crawl.

“I’ll be there soon.”

You put your phone on the couch and took your time pacing around your living room.

Nick would be here soon, there was no reason to panic. The person on the phone was nothing, no one. Your phone’s incessant buzzing pulled you out of your pacing. You were frustrated now, the guilt and pain that you’d been holding in for so long was finally out in the open and slapping you right in the face.

How did they know? You hadn’t told anyone, you couldn’t even bring yourself to say it out loud.

It didn’t matter, the person on the phone had no idea what they were talking about, which sounded about as stupid as you thought it did, but it was the only thing keeping you from pulling your hair out of your head.

You pulled your phone from the couch and answered, the buzzing driving you up the wall.

“Listen, I’ve already called the police, and they’re tracing this call right no—”

The laughter on the other end cut you off, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as that sickening, metallic voice rang through the receiver.

“Oh, Sweetheart. We both know that isn’t true. I do know, however, that your little friend and boyfriend are on their way right now. Care to explain how they’re going to help you?”

Every hair on your body stood on end, your chest aching with the intensity of each beat against your rib cage. You fish-mouthed, unable to get any words out as the voice continued.

“How are they going to stop me, hm? How are they going to keep me from gutting you the same way I did your dear old friend, Chris? Or your brother?”

You froze, your gaze stuck to the floor as each word processed in your mind. “My brother?” You whimpered, a sinister chuckle vibrated against your ear.

“You heard me, Sweetheart. He put up quite the fight, too. More of a fight than your little friend.”

“Shut up!” You screamed into the receiver, hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room. You could distinctly hear the shatter of your screen as you crumpled in on yourself.

Michael’s murder had completely destroyed you. Your entire world was uprooted, and your mom, your mom hasn’t been the same since. She spends her days sitting in a rocking chair in front of the window, rocking slowly back and forth in a daze.

You’d never shaken more in your life, your entire body twitching and fighting each movement you tried to make as you stood from the floor. You needed to get up, you couldn’t let yourself stay on the ground or you’d never move.

Before you reached your kitchen, the sound of a knock at the door had you jumping out of your skin. It took everything in you to walk to the door and peek out the peephole, ripping it open the moment you registered Nick and Matt standing on your porch.

You hadn’t said a word before they rushed in and wrapped you in the tightest hugs you’d ever experienced in your life. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you pushed the door shut and held them tightly.

“I’m so sorry.” You sobbed, both of their arms holding you as you completely crumbled. “I didn’t wait for him to get inside, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault, he’d be here right now if it wasn’t for me. I’m so fucking sorry.” You rambled. Neither of them spoke, but their shoulders shaking softly against you answered the silent question of if they were listening.

When you finally pulled away, you were still shaking like a leaf. The guilt of holding it in for so long had been washed away, but the fear of that voice on the phone was still running rampant.

“No one blames you.” Nick said, his eyes rimmed red. “We’ve never blamed you. So you don’t need to worry about that.” You glanced at Matt, who’s eyes were still on the floor before you met Nick’s eyes again. “What happened?”

You sniffed and shook your head as you wiped at your face. “Nothing, it’s fine. It isn’t important.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around your abdomen as your eyes rested on Matt’s hunched frame. Nick sighed from where he stood and ran a hand over his face.

“I’ll leave you two to talk, but then I want to know what happened.” He said before he turned and walked towards the living room.

For what felt like hours, you and Matt stood across from each other in the mudroom of your childhood home, you staring at him, and him staring at the floor. When his eyes finally met yours, it felt as though your heart shattered and mended itself all at once. You hadn’t seen him since before Chris’ death, and the only message you’d sent him since then was telling him that the two of you needed to break up.

He looked as beautiful as he always had, but he looked different. Under his eyes were dusted in a dark purple, the whites of them tinged pink, his cheeks sunken in.

“Matty,” you whispered and took a step forward. He shook his head and looked back down at the floor.

“Why?”

It took everything in you not to wrap him in your arms and never let go. You knew exactly what he was asking you, and you knew the answer. It had taken these three weeks of you doing nothing more than surviving to realize you had no other reason to break up with Matt, other than the fact that looking at him would remind you of Chris, and you couldn’t handle it. It was selfish, and you could only imagine how he felt.

“I…I don’t have a good reason.”

Matt nodded and sniffed before looking up and meeting your eyes. The blue of his iris’ was striking against the red rimming his eyes. Your own eyes were burning as his gaze scanned over your face.

“Is it true?”

You frowned, confusion clouding your mind as he sighed and shook his head.

“What the article said, about you and Chris. Is it true? Was there…did you…”

You gasped as the realization hit you of what he was asking.

“Matt, what? I would never, I could never do that to you. I didn’t look at Chris like that, you know that.” You rambled on.

Matt nodded. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, just…a moment of weakness, I didn’t mean it.” He mumbled, taking a step closer to you. “Why did you end…us? I needed you, and you just…you shut me out.”

You took a deep breath in through your nose and shook your head. “I couldn’t bear looking at you and seeing him. I know, that’s selfish, and I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“I shattered the mirror in my bathroom the other night.”

You looked up, your eyebrows furrowed as Matt held up his hands. A gasp left your lips and you reached forward, delicately taking his cut up and bruised hands in yours. Before you could ask him why, he answered the silent question brokenly.

“Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw him.” You met his eyes again, and didn’t stop yourself as you pulled him into a bone-crushing embrace.

“I’m sorry, Matty. I should have been there.” You mumbled into his shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist as he breathed you in. Neither of you said anything, just held each other for as long as the other needed.

“Um, Y/n? Did you do this on purpose?”

You pulled away from Matt and turned around, seeing Nick holding your shattered phone in his hand. You sighed and nodded, the fear you’d completely forgotten about creeping up.

“I was getting prank phone calls, it’s not that big of a deal.” You mumbled, pulling away completely and walking towards the living room.

“What kind of prank phone calls would make you shatter your phone?” Matt asked quietly, you turned to face him and shrugged your shoulders, trying desperately to hide the shaking of your hands. You didn’t want to talk about it, you couldn't talk about it. If you talked about it, that would make it real.

Before you could even sit on the couch, Nick’s phone was went off in his pocket. Your heart pounded as he pulled it out and looked down at it with a frown.

“No Caller ID?” He mumbled, your jaw dropping as he pulled it to his ear. It was a few moments of silence before he met your eyes and handed it to you. “They asked for you.”

You whimpered as you took the phone and pressed it to your ear, not saying a word as the mechanical voice spoke again.

“You really thought smashing your phone would get rid of me, Sweetheart?”

“What do you want?!” You cried, the other line buzzing in silence for only a moment before Matt stepped forward and almost snatched the phone from your hand.

“I’m upstairs, come find me.”

The line beeped right as Matt grabbed the phone and pressed it to his ear. You froze in your spot, Matt turning to face you and dropping Nick’s phone on the couch. He grabbed your shoulders and shook you once lightly.

“What did they say? Baby, breathe. What did they say?!” Matt asked, his grip on your shoulders tight as you fought off the panic.

“He’s in the house. He’s in the house.” You whispered, your eyes meeting Matt’s. Nick moved from his spot and stopped right next to Matt, his eyes wide as he scanned your face.

“Y/n, who is in the house?” He asked, his voice quiet in shock. You shook your head, nausea overtaking you as you pushed past Matt and sprinted to the kitchen. You couldn’t make it to the trash, turning and vomiting into the sink, your breaths heaving as you felt a warm hand rest on your back.

It took everything in you not to crumple to the floor as you looked up and shook your head.

“H-He told me he’s the one that killed Michael…and C-Chris.” You whispered the last word, your throat burning and your stomach lurching. Matt’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“How long have you been getting these phone calls?” He asked, his voice shaky as Nick handed you a bottle of water.

“It’s only been the last couple of hours, I thought it was some sort of sick prank until—”

A shatter from upstairs had your entire body tensing, your breath catching in your throat. Nick’s head whipped to the stairs as Matt reached for a knife and turned away.

“What are you doing?” You asked, grabbing his arm tightly and making him face you. Nick had his phone dialed and already pressed to his ear, speaking quickly to the 9-1-1 operator.

“I’m fucking going up there.” He said, pulling his arm from your grip and continuing his way towards the stairs.

“Matt, are you stupid?” Nick asked, stepping in front of the staircase as he hung up the phone. “The police are being dispatched, don’t do anything rash.” Matt shoved past Nick and ascended the stairs, his knuckles white on the handle of the knife. Nick groaned and faced you fully. “What are we gonna do?” He asked.

“We can’t just let him go up there by himself.” You whispered, walking past Nick and slowly stepping up the stairs.

“Jesus, you guys are gonna get us killed.” Nick grumbled from behind you. You heard a shuffle in the kitchen and turned, seeing him follow you up with a knife in his hand. “What? One of us had to grab something.” He whispered. You faced forward again, listening for any bump or creak that could indicate where Matt or the man that was in your house were.

It was silent as you walked through the upstairs. Each door you passed was closed, the only sound upstairs being the sound of Nick’s and your footsteps, and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

“Matt?” You called out, the back of Nick’s hand hitting your shoulder. You looked at him, bewilderment etched into your face.

“Have you never seen a scary movie? Calling out in a dark house is the number one way to fucking die.” He said through his teeth. You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to fire back.

“Get off of me!”

You jumped, your head whipping down the hallway to see a door slam. “Matt!” You shouted, running without thinking towards the door and shoving it open. The moment you stepped into the center of the room, you knew something was wrong. The door clicked behind you, and you froze in place.

“Look what we have here.”

You turned, your eyes meeting Matt’s. His entire demeanor changed, the heartbroken boy you’d seen before was gone. In his place, stood what you could only describe as a monster. His eyes were dark, his smirk sinister, and his shoulders were square.

“Matty?” You asked, Nick coming from behind him with an almost identical smirk.

The both of them chuckled and looked between each other. Nick stepped forward, causing you to take a quick step back.

“Oh, Honey. Matty’s been gone for a while.” His hooded eyes stared you down as you fully processed what was truly happening. The both of them had tricked you.

You took in a shaky breath past the knot in your throat as you took another step back.

“You?” You exhaled, your eyes switching between them as their smirks grew impossibly wider. Matt rolled his eyes and looked over to Nick.

“Us?” He mocked, meeting your eyes and taking a step closer to you. “Yes, Baby. Us. Is that so surprising?” He teased, your eyes brimming with hot, salty tears. The cool air in the room had them burning, and your throat felt like it was on fire.

“You two were behind the murders all along?” You asked, your voice barely reaching a whisper as they moved closer to you almost strategically, boxing you in with each step they took.

Nick chuckled and nodded his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he cocked his head to the side. “She’s catching up, Matt. Yes, every single one.” He said, his voice thick with venom.

“But why?” You whimpered, your back hitting the wall. You were cornered, you couldn’t get past them no matter how hard you tried. Nick and Matt’s eyes were wicked as they watched you, Matt’s smirk growing as he glanced over at Nick.

“Hear that, Nick? She wants a motive.” He said, his eyes meeting yours again. “It isn’t enough that we just felt like it?”

“You killed Michael in cold blood, just because you felt like it?” You spat. Nick quirked an eyebrow and lightly ran the tip of his finger over the blade of the knife he was holding.

“See, now you’re getting it. Not everyone needs a motive, some people are just sick and twisted.” He pouted at the end of his sentence, anger flushing through you and coating your skin in heat.

“And Chris?” You asked. Matt chuckled and shook his head.

“You really can’t be that dense, Baby.” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You said through gritted teeth.

“It was only a distraction. We were getting sloppy, and what’s better to get the cops off of our case than getting rid of one of us?” Nick interrupted. You shook your head.

“Murder isn’t a distraction, you sick fucks.” You spat, looking around the room for any escape.

Matt chuckled, and flipped the blade in his hand. “Oh, Baby. You really aren’t understanding, are you?”

Before you could spit in his face, the door behind them was pushed open, your eyes shifting to the shadowed figure walking into the room. Your heart pounded in your chest as realization slowly set in, a broken cry leaving your lips as you shook your head.

“No.” You whispered.

The white mask on his face would have been comical if every hair on your body wasn’t standing on end. You watched each movement closely, your knees buckling as you slid to the floor. The wood was ice cold as the man crouched down in front of you. He pulled the mask from his face, your choked sob being caught in your throat as you shook your head and looked down at the floor.

His warm finger rested on your chin and he lifted it up until your eyes met his, a broken whimper leaving your lips as you met the familiar blue eyes you’d looked into a million times before.

“What’s the matter, Sweetheart?” Chris said, his voice gravelly and rough as it left his smirking lips. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

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