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𝐟𝐞𝐳’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

☼ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fezco x black!fem!reader

☼ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: violence (you beat a niggas ass), cursing, sexual assault (ass-slapping), nate being a creep/fucking weirdo

☼ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: ihdk what to call this

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐞𝐝)?: Alright so I was thinking more of like black!reader is Fez's long time girl and everyone knows that and knows not to mess with her because shes just that bitch and shes sitting on Fez's lap at the corner store when Nate pulls up and of course he has t say some slick shit but the reader is just that quick to set him in check but when Fez catches Nate staring at her ass he basically gets his shit rocked😹 - @rainbowluv-writes

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ---

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Fez's girl isn't one to be messed with.

𝘈/𝘕: Lacks the store component and instead is set at a party, I absolutely loved writing this.

A lot like a siren, you tended to captivate and grab the attention of those around you. Like now, the blue and purple lights of the party bounced off your oiled brown skin, and made you glow. You danced with Maddy’s hand around you and Jules’ hands in yours, making circles with your hands and waist in time with the melody around you.

Eyes followed the dip in your back that your crocheted dress left revealed, to the curvature of your ass as you bent over for Maddy. Too Deep by DVSN played in the back while people looked on at the girls they wanted but couldn’t have in the center of the floor.

Along with you being well-known came a title.

‘Fez’s girl’, ‘The drug dealers queen’, the list went on, but Highland knew you weren’t on the market. It was regretfully learned for some with assortments of items thrown by Ash himself, but most knew it wouldn’t turn out well if you were approached.

Fez was far from a jealous man. He wasn’t typically a fighter, he did when it was needed and lord knows it isn’t pretty, so he’d sit back and let you do the work of turning fools down.

Some would be pushy and handsy, so you’ve broken some bones, so he knew you easily could protect yourself.

Your sight moved from girls near you to Nate Jacobs who took a seat next to your boy on the couch he occupied, eyes moving from trailing Maddy, to slowly moving down you. You were confused since the last time you’d heard about the two in the same sentence, Fez had beat his ass at a New Years party.

“Your girl looks really good tonight, man,” Nate said, leaning back and spreading his legs on the couch.

Fez looked from the boy to you, licking his lips and trying to refrain from rolling his eyes. He knew you looked good. Hell, he bought you that dress and helped you it out for tonight, but the words sounded derogatory coming out of the scum’s mouth.

Out of breath and the arches of your feet burning, you walked to grab something for you and Fez. He didn’t drink, but with the exasperated and angered look she had on his face, he clearly needed something to get him through the rest of the night.

You walked to him, side-eyeing Nate in disdain and confusion as to why he was still there.

You turned your back to him, bending over a little to give Fez the cups in your hands, but stopped your movements completely when you felt someone's hand slap your left with full strength.

“God... it moves like water,” you heard Nate groan.

Spinning around you grabbed his hand before he hit you for a second time and swung your fist straight for his nose. You had your fair share of fights before moving here, and you never thought you’d have to use street fighting knowledge, but niggas like Nate Jacobs just don’t learn.

You didn’t even give him time to raise his arms to cover his face, fists continually raining down on areas of his face, your nails and rings occasionally catching his skin and leaving jagged cuts. You grabbed his hair from the roots and started punching straight for the center of his face, yelling between each heavy hit.

“Touch. Me. Again. You. Fucking. Prick.”

A crowd began moving towards the two of you, appalled a woman below Nate in size and weight class was puttin’ his ass through the dirt.

Fez pulled you off by your waist before you could get more hits in, he let you get in a couple because, why not, but he didn’t want to see his future wife behind bars.

“TOUCH OR EVEN LOOK IN MY DIRECTION YOU PIECE OF SHIT, ILL SHOW YOU WHAT AN ABUSER LOOK LIKE!”

Your group gathered their things and followed Fez with you in his arms to the car, Ash hopping in the driver’s seat, Maddy hopping in the front seat, Rue and Jules shoving themselves into the back. Fez dragged you out of the house over his shoulder, as holding you by your waist nearly let you escape twice on your venture towards the door. You both slid into the running car beside Rue and Jules, Fez turning to block them from your sight.

You were a lot calmer but still seething in silence. You’d wanted to beat his ass for the shit he’s done to Maddy but adding you into the mix was the last of a small ever-thinning straw.

The car was silent as it made it's way back to the store before Maddy started chuckling in the corner. Fez looked at her perplexed because she should’ve been the most upset as he tended to your bloody knuckles.

“Don’t let me ever on your bad side Ms. Rousey.” she said before chuckling, causing the rest of the car to laugh along with her.

BUBBLES

comfort — chris x fem!reader

synopsis: chris reassures y/n that he hasn’t forgotten about her

tags: angst to fluff comfort, she her prns, use of y/n briefly, use of pet names, established relationship, mentions of mental health, anxiety and just sorta a self indulgent hurt comfort xx

a/n: this is my first post so pls be nice !!!

“you have so much to do, and i have nothing ahead of me.”

the past few weeks couldn’t have gone worse for y/n.

she’s tried her hardest to stay strong, but the stress was wearing her thin, and it was beginning to become too much for her to handle. she felt guilty.

chris had told her plenty of times that he was there for her, and that she didn’t need to keep everything locked so tightly within. but it was hard to simply drop everything she knew and open up, regardless of how long she’d known the boy. he had proven himself time and time again that he could be trusted— hell, she trusted him enough to let him into her heart and call him hers, and yet here she sat in the darkness of her room, her breathing jagged as she tried to calm herself.

she had spent the majority of her day in the same spot on her bed, wearing the same clothes and her hair in the same braid she had tied the night prior.

thoughts ran rampant through her head, all of which weren’t helping her situation. ‘what a waste of a day,’ ‘it’s not that hard to get up and get over it,’ ‘attention seeking behaviour.’

but there was one thought that plagued her mind most. no matter how many times he told her, she couldn’t help but worry about chris.

with his recent popularity, y/n couldn’t help but grow even more aware of herself and her surroundings. thoughts crossed her mind of whether or not chris even liked her anymore. sure, he’d been busy, and she couldn’t blame him for living his dreams to their fullest, but the constant headlines pushing narratives between every pretty girl he was near poked holes into her heart.

the more she thought, the more tears welled in her eyes, and before she knew it they flooded down her cheeks as sobs wracked through her body.

with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, she missed the soft sound of the door opening, along with chris’ smiling face peaking into the room.

his smile quickly faded as soon as his eyes adjusted to the room and saw her figure. he didn’t want to startle her, so he kept his voice soft as he called out to her. “y/n…?”

she gasped quietly, shielding her face with her hands and wiping the tears from them harshly. “chris, i… i didn’t know you were stopping by.”

he approached her bed slowly, dropping a plastic bag he held on the floor before sitting down near her. “i would’ve called, but matt and i were at the store so i got him to drop me off.” he reached his hand over towards her, grabbing onto her hands and pulling them from her face. “what’s going on?”

his voice was so soft and genuine, it only squeezed her heart more. she felt so stupid. she had no reason to feel this way. and yet, here she was.

“i’m okay, i just—“

“that’s not what i asked.”

not once did his eyes leave her, and neither did his hands that held onto hers. his fingers burned into the skin of her palms as he absentmindedly drew circles.

“i know.” she sighed, avoiding his eyes. instinctively, chris shifted himself closer to her, dropping one of her hands to reach up to her face.

“you can talk to me,” he mumbled, his thumb trailing from her cheek and over her eyelashes, all the way up to brush her hair from her face. “you know that, right, baby?”

she nodded, unable to form the words caught up in her throat. his eyes travelled down to the worn sweater that she wore and the blankets pooling at her waist. “have you been in here all day?”

chris could tell by the look on her face that she had, and nodding in understanding. “okay, that’s okay.” he hesitated when he spoke, as if he was walking on eggshells or that she would crumble if he spoke too loud. which he wasn’t wrong, but she hated it nonetheless. “why don’t we go run you a bath, hm? that sound good to you?”

she nodded hesitantly, and that’s exactly what they did. chris turned the water to the right temperature, filling the bath with bubbles practically to the top while she leaned against the counter watching him intently.

when the bath was full, chris helped her to remove her clothes and held her hand as she sat down. he was silent the whole time, something out of the ordinary to his usual behaviour, and that only worried her more. she hated feeling like he needed to take care of her. she hated feeling like a burden.

once she was fully submerged, chris still didn’t leave, instead he sat down on the bathmat beside the tub alongside her.

after several quiet moments, the only sounds being the drip from the faucet, he finally spoke as he grabbed a washcloth and dragged it softly over her skin. “d’you wanna’ talk about it?”

“i… i don’t know.” she looked down at the bubbles that covered her, feeling more tears well in her eyes. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“oh, honey.” he sighed, stopping his movements. it was as if he could feel his heart crumble at the way her voice cracked. “there’s nothing wrong with you.”

she wanted to believe him. she really did, but the voice inside her head kept nagging, and it made things really hard.

“hey, where’d you go?” he smiled, leaning over so he could see her face. “i mean it. trust me, of all the people in the world, you’re one of the least… wrong-est ones.”

he furrowed his brows as he finished his sentence, which only brought a smile to her face that she tried her best to hide. she shook her head, bringing her knees to her chest. “you’re so stupid.” she smiled, which only made his smile grow.

“there we go,” he grinned. “there she is.”

she hated the way he always managed to fix things. she envied him for it. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to ruin the evening.”

“ruin it?” he repeated confused, “how on earth is it ruined? i’m with you, aren’t i?”

she nodded.

“well then, i would say it’s far from ruined then, love.”

he rang the washcloth out, placing it back on the side of the tub. “i just hate to be a burden for you.”

“is that what this is about? you think you’re too much?” he spoke quickly, his shoulders falling as he leaned against the side of the tub. “you could never be a burden to me. not ever.”

“i know, i know,” she sighed sadly. “but it’s just… with everything going on, how busy you’ve been— don’t get me wrong, it’s great, and im proud of you, but i just worry i’m holding you back.”

chris looked at her knowingly, his expression similar to a ‘what have i told you’. he dropped his eyes from her for the first time since he’d gotten there. “it’s funny, no matter how busy i am, you know what always runs through my head…? i’m always thinking of when ill get to see you— when ill get to tell you all about my day, and when ill get to hear all about yours.”

chris finally looked back to her. “i don’t care if i have to tell you a thousand times. if i have to come here everyday and remind you. i’ll do anything for you to remember it, take you anywhere, buy you anything. whatever cheesy shit you wanna’ do, i’m all yours, baby.”

finally, she allowed herself to smile. and although it was small, it was enough for him. “yeah?” she whispered.

“yeah.” he replied, leaning towards her. “all yours.”

@55sturn

Can you make a fic about Matt comforting you about your stretch marks

gorgeous - m.s

warning: do not read if you are uncomfortable with any talk having to do with the request :)

a/n: you are all beautiful in your own ways and have no reason to believe otherwise ! i’m always here to talk if need be :)

you stood in your bra and underwear, preparing to get into the shower until your reflection caught your attention.

like most times, your heart clenched as you stared at yourself.

or more specially, the stretch marks that coated your body. going from your lower stomach and hips, to your upper thighs.

you could feel yourself scoff before tugging lightly at the skin. you turned around at an awkward angle to see the marks below your bottom.

you were suddenly startled by the sound of the bathroom door opening abruptly.

as fast as the door opened, your hands were off your body.

“goodness, you scared me.”

“sorry. what are you doing?” matt’s voice sounded curiously playful but you could see the concern swarming in his eyes.

you inhaled a bit of air, using that time to conjure up an answer, “getting ready to shower.”

“doesn’t look like it.” he eyed you wearily. “it looks like you’re about to cry.”

and just like that, the redness in your eyes quickly turned into tears filling them.

your lips turned downward into a frown, “do you think i’m pretty?”

the question was so out of the blue that matt couldn’t stop the way his eyes grew wide.

of course matt thought you were the most beautiful girl that he’s ever laid his eyes on.

with the longing stares and constant compliments he showered yo with, it was hard not to notice. everyone knew how he felt about you. so to hear you question him on that shocked him.

“you know i do.” he stepped forward as you looked away from him and back to your reflection, “why do you ask?”

“do you think my stretch marks are pretty?”

the way you spoke in such disgust startled him. he had only ever seen you this upset a handful of times and neither (to his knowledge) had anything to do with your looks.

“baby, i think you’re beautiful. what is this about?”

“it’s about these stupid marks covering my skin, matt. what else would it be about?”

ignoring the anger in your tone, knowing it wasn’t directed towards him, he found himself standing behind you.

“can i touch you?” he spoke lowly, waiting for a nod of confirmation before his hands met your waist.

a kiss was pressed to you hair, slowly moving lower until his lips let your bare shoulder.

“i love everything about you. i love your hair, and your eyes. i love your pretty smile.”

you could stop the upward twitch of your mouth at that, the tears that once filled your eyes, cascading down your cheeks.

“and while they aren’t ever my biggest concern when it comes to seeing you in your natural beauty, i love your stretch marks—”

“matt—”

“no arguments.” he shook his head, turning your body around to face him, “look at me.”

his voice was gentle, yet firm, immediately forcing you to look into his eyes.

“you’re gorgeous, you hear me? absolutely gorgeous.”

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THE COMEBACK — jj maybank

a/n: i don’t like this but i saw an old post of mine based on this idea and i couldn’t get it out of my head so i had to write it down😭(+ lots of domestic jj bc i couldn’t stop myself). i missed dad!jj so much ughhhh

warnings: luke maybank, allusions to past abuse

word count: 2k

pairing: dad!jj x wife!reader

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“J!” You screech as your husband comes up behind you to kiss your neck. “The kids are in the other room!” You remind him, although he doesn’t seem to stop his actions. You’re cooking dinner for your family and for your friends, John B and Sarah, that are coming over for dinner. However, it is difficult to do so when your husband’s hands have become insatiable from the moment he came back from work, always finding an excuse to touch you. His fingers dance along your torso as his lips trail down your neck, a couple of responsive mh’s falling out of his mouth, but you know he’s not listening at all. You’re becoming putty in his hands when a thought stops all of your motions, “Who’s watching the baby?!”

JJ barely moves as he mumbles against your skin, “Mh, I told Noah to watch Ella.” He calms you down, coming to the realization that your older son is making sure that his little sister is okay. Nonetheless, JJ continues his attack and begins to lower one of his hands down your short sundress. “Just wanted to show my wife some lovin’.”

You chuckle at his antics until his hands start approaching your most sensitive parts, causing you to instinctively throw the ladle you were stirring dinner with back inside the pan while your husband smirks against your skin. “Baby!” You squeal. Your own hands come up to hold his in place, but he takes this as an opportunity to kiss up your neck and trap your earlobe between his teeth. You’re about to say something when the sweet voice of your son makes you snap out of it and push JJ away.

“Mommy!” Your six-year-old calls out for you as he enters the kitchen, “When is uncle B coming?”

“Uhm…,” You try to find words after what just happened, clearing your throat as you resume your cooking, “he should be here any second, sweetheart.” You smile at him and hope that he won’t comment on how forced it looks for your thoughts have been completely thrown off by the smirking man beside you. However, as you look at the little version of your husband in front of you, you’re reminded of the other blue-eyed baby in the next room. “J, Ella!”

JJ is fast to run in the living room, “I got her, I got her!” He reassures you as his quick feet take him to your baby girl. Once he comes back inside the kitchen, you see him carrying Ella on his hip as she relaxes against her dad. “Here she is.” He whispers, not noticing the grin on your lips.

JJ turns towards your son, currently sitting on a kitchen stool, “Noah, I told you to watch her. Babies can’t be alone for too long.” He reprimands him.

“But she was fine, daddy.” The little boy tells him, confused as to why it was such a big deal.

Your husband nods, “I know, buddy, and I know that you wouldn’t want her to get hurt but this is for when we ask you to watch her in the future, okay? She could really get hurt if you don’t watch her all the time, alright?”

You almost tear up at the gentleness in his voice, the way he speaks with so much love laced in his voice, choosing his words carefully, it just makes you fall in love with him all over again every time.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Noah apologizes sincerely and causes his dad to softly smile down at him.

“It’s okay. C’mere.” JJ lowers his head to kiss his son’s forehead.

Noah takes advantage of the closeness to leave a gentle kiss on his sister’s cheek. “Love you, Ella.” And just as he says those sweet words, the front door bell rings, making your son jump down his sit and run towards the door. “Uncle B!”

“God, he’s like an earthquake.” JJ chuckles.

Biting down on your bottom lip to stop the incoming laugh, “Reminds me of someone,” You tell him. Your husband looks at you with that mischievous smile of his, that reminds you all too well of your son’s.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the both of you, the person that your child has opened the door to doesn’t resemble John B at all. The grey-haired man looks down at the blond little boy, blue eyes like the sky, and he could tell who he’s related to from a mile away. Bending down to his height, he asks “Hello, where are your parents?”

Noah knows better than to let strangers inside the house, which is why he immediately shouts “Mommy, who is this?”

To say that you sprint towards your son is an understatement. “What is it, honey?” You try to keep your composure in order to not scare the little guy, although you don’t know what’s going on yet — and you wish to have never found out. Luke Maybank. “What — I —“ You choke on your words, but your actions are cautious, instinctively putting space between him and Noah.

“Oh.” The man in front of you lets out as he straightens up. It’s obvious that he’s recognized you and you don’t know wether it’s a good or a bad thing. “Is my son here?”

As he speaks he seems to take a step closer inside your house, and in a panic state, you yell out, “J, baby, can you come here for a second?” Luckily, your words stop Luke, who’s waiting now for his son.

JJ runs to you, Ella still in his protective embrace as he approaches you. “What’s going on?” He asks before his eyes can fall on the man that’s standing at the entrance of your home. His hold automatically tightens on his daughter and he throws a protective arm in front of you. “What are you doing here?” Venom spits from his lips, and he almost can’t believe his eyes.

Chuckling humorlessly, Luke speaks up again “That’s a great way to greet your father, huh?”

“Take the kids and stay inside.” JJ tells you as he hands you Ella and pushes you further inside the protected walls of your loving home.

“J, I don’t like this.” You whisper as you grab the wrist of the arm that’s moving you away from the entrance. You’ve known your husband since what feels like forever; you’ve always been there for him and you know what Luke Maybank is capable of. If there’s one person that you would ever tell JJ not to see anymore is his father: that’s how terrible the situation is.

He takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss on the back of it, before a smile etches on his features, attempting at reassuring you. “Look at me, princess. It’s okay.” Although it isn’t, but he won’t tell you that.

You nod, unsure, and do as he tells you.

JJ closes the door behind him and faces his father, after years and years of complete silence. “What do you want?”

He shrugs his shoulders, as if his presence at his son’s house is the most natural thing in the world. But that’s not how it works for the Maybank’s. “I didn’t know I had grandkids.”

JJ shakes his head in disbelief and points an accusing finger at him. “Stay away from my family.”

“We’re family.”

The words alone make an unsettling feeling form in his stomach and bile rise up his throat. He doesn’t remember a moment in his life where his father has referred to him as family — except when he needed money from his own son. “No, we aren’t. Leave my wife and my kids alone.”

Luke ignores him, because that’s what he’s always been good at. “I see you have a son. What if he ends up treating you the same way you are treating your old man right now?”

He can’t be serious.

He cannot be serious.

Years and years of disappointments and constant battling, of a loveless father-son relationship, leading to this. “You see, that’s the difference between you and I. I would never lay a finger on my children.” He affirms as his fists close on their own. “Don’t ever talk about my kids again. Get out of here right now.”

“You’re being unfair.”

JJ is about to rebut but the sound of the door behind him opening stops the both of them. “Leave or I will call the police.” You warn Luke while your hand reaches for your husband’s.

He turns to you, hiding the thankful grin that wants to grow on his lips. “Get back inside, baby.”

“No.” You answer firmly. “You come back inside now.”

It is Luke that now interrupts. “We’re talking.”

“And I say you’re done.”

He huffs, an annoyed look upon his features as he takes a step closer. “Control your woman over—“

However, JJ puts his free hand on his father’s chest, stopping him from coming any closer. “Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that.” He squeezes your hand, then continues “You better leave.”

You don’t even give him a moment to answer when you pull your husband inside with you and lead him in your bedroom where you can have a private conversation from your children. As soon as you go to close the wooden door, JJ sits on the bed, his head in his hands as he covers his face.

“Oh, J…” You whisper, heartbroken for him. You lie on the bed behind his sitting figure and bring his attention to you as you pull his arm. “Come here.” And he obliges. Your husband lays his head on your chest and you immediately begin to run your fingers through his hair, just like you know he loves. He hides his face in your neck and holds your body as close to his as possible.

“How can he do that?” He asks softly, and you can hear the pain in his voice, wishing to take it all away. “I feel like I’m sixteen again and all I want to do is run away and hope to never turn out like him.”

Your arms wrap tightly around him as your neck twists to let your lips linger on the side of his head, bringing him as much comfort as possible. “But you did run away, baby, and you’re nothing like him. You’re the best father I could’ve asked for my children and I feel so blessed to share all of this with you. And don’t even let me start on how you’re the perfect husband.” Finally, you cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you, and notice the tears that are threatening to spill out of his eyes. But you’re not done. “You turned out to be the most sensitive, funny, caring, loving man I’ve ever met.”

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” He whispers against your lips, brushing them together and feeling your breath on his mouth.

“I know, baby. And I love you, too.”

Raising his head further, he goes to rest his forehead on yours, completely hovering above you. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You grin up at him. “I don’t know, did you wish really hard?”

Your words make a chuckle escape from his lips and you swear it’s the sweetest sound. “I can’t believe the way you talked to him. If you weren’t my wife already, I would’ve asked you to marry me.”

You peck his lips, “And I would’ve said yes again.” Your mouths touch once again, coming in for a prolonged kiss this time. “I would say yes a thousand times.”

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Imagine JJ being so emotional when he's really drunk. Like he'd just cry from how beautiful you are and how lucky he is.

"Why are you crying J?"

"You're just so beautiful. I'm so fucking lucky to have you"

And then he'd be all clingy, wanting kisses, hugs, butt slaps, literally anything that involves touching you

stop because clingy and touch starved!jj is MY brand🤭🤭

jj is always extremely touchy, there’s never a day where he doesn’t have his hands on you at all times, but when he’s drunk? jj’s need for you becomes almost unbearable.

he’s got his head in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around you, as his lips leave soft kisses on your bare skin. he whines about how he wants to be even closer to you, “you can’t get closer, jj!” you remind him, giggling at his antics. “wanna be in your skin or somethin’” he mumbles in your neck, at which you chuckle.

and you better not get away from him! when you lie in bed, you on top of him, and you try to get up, you better expect a light slap on your butt and his arms tightening around you. “don’t leave me.” “i just have to go to the bathroom!”

let’s say that it’s your fault if you then find yourself with him on top of you, crashing you underneath his weight, as he nuzzles his head into your chest, mumbling something in the lines of “your tits are so soft.”

in the end, you’ll have to take care of him in the morning, when that hangover hits him real bad, and as he lets his head rest against the cool marble of the bathroom, he looks at you, memories of the night prior coming to him. “did i cry about how beautiful you are last night?” he asks, that crooked smile of his adorning his tired features. “yeah, you did.”

…it’s even better when after everything comes back to him, he stares at you between terrified and amused, “DID I PROPOSE?”

“yup”

“did you say yes?”

and you smirk at him, shrugging your shoulders, “i guess you’ll never know unless you ask me again.”

Opposite | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N and Matt are polar opposites.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, by @lightsgore

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: This accidentally took a turn for a kind of "grumpy x sunshine", but I hope you like it either way!

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Matt was not an extroverted person. Unsurprisingly, he was a quieter, more reserved guy who liked to have his own space and took his own time to say what he wanted if he was asked to do so. His mood would change drastically if he was forced to talk when or with whoever he didn't want to.

Y/N, on the other hand, looked like a little ball of light that wouldn't stay still. She had a habit of talking a lot in a short space of time, uttering words until she was out of breath. In addition to always seeming to be in a good mood, a smile decorating her face like a permanent tattoo. Energetic was the word that defined her.

Therefore, when she and Matt revealed their relationship to the public, many fans didn't understand the origin of their love, as they were very different, literally polar opposites.

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"... Stop! Stop protecting your insecurities because you know you have an ass haircut, so you're projecting what could possibly happen to me! At least I'm willing to take that change." Nick screamed next to Y/N, moving his arms comically in exaggerated despair.

Chris laughed loudly at his speech, leaning his back against the car door from the passenger seat so that he could have a better view of the back. Matt smiled as he shook his head, watching them in the rearview mirror.

Y/N quickly nodded her head, her eyes wide as she raised her hands, showing that she wanted to initiate her own opinion on the matter.

"Exactly! You only try to diminish others because you are insecure about yourself. It's impossible to be friends with people like that. They are always trying to diminish someone, saying absurd things that cause so much discomfort." She spoke quickly, gesturing with her hands as her eyes darted between Nick and the rearview mirror, or rather, Matt's blue eyes.

Matt watched her with eyes full of love and affection, nodding his head in agreement to what she was saying.

"They're always talking bad about someone, have you noticed?" Y/N turned to face the blonde next to her, pointing her right index finger towards him, who hummed.

"Yes, exactly!" Nick shouted, slamming his hands against the back of Chris's seat, earning an angry shout from the boy.

"People can only give what they have inside themselves." Y/N finished her train of thought, shrugging as she licked her lips, wetting them.

Matt quickly reached for the bottle of his own tea in the cup holder between the front seats, opening the lid and turning his upper body towards the back, silently offering the drink to his girlfriend. She smiled big, sending a wink as a "thank you" before taking the bottle.

"It's good to have Y/N in a video with us. She speaks for both of them." Chris commented briefly, pointing to Y/N and Matt, letting out a hysterical laugh when he saw Matt rolling his eyes - but still not denying anything.

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Matt was fast asleep. His head buried in the white pillow, and his body curled up like a burrito around the fluffy duvet. His mouth was half open, low snores escaping from between his lips. His eyelids trembled slightly, showing that his mind was sailing through dream land.

Y/N slowly opened the door with her elbow, her hands occupied by a wooden tray that held a simple but nutritious breakfast for two. The girl had a big smile decorating her face as she walked with light steps towards the bed.

She placed the tray on the closest bedside table in one quick movement before going to the windows, opening the black-out curtains, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the room completely.

A grumbling sound was heard from the bed, Matt lifting the duvet to the top of his head, still half asleep. Y/N smiled at his reaction, quickly walking to the bed, kneeling on the mattress and pulling the blanket off the boy, laying her chest on her boyfriend's bare one, bringing her face closer to his.

"Good morning, my love." She murmured against his cheek, sealing her lips over his skin repeatedly.

Matt grumbled again, his brow furrowing in false anger but pushing his face against hers lightly, enjoying the feeling of being showered in affection by his girlfriend.

"Come on baby, wake up!" Y/N asked a few seconds later - after seeing his eyes closing again -, her fingers pulling Matt's eyebrows up slightly, watching him forcefully open his blue orbs.

Her laughter echoed through the room as the boy pretended to go bite her, a smile spreading across his face instantly.

"It's such a beautiful day outside. I thought we'd have a picnic. Or we could go to that golf park. Oh oh oh, or we could cook that blackberry pie you wanted. We could also-" Her words came quickly, excitement evident in her voice.

Matt's sleepy brain took a few minutes to process what his girlfriend was saying, his head just nodding in agreement without even knowing what he was agreeing to.

"Can we?" Y/N's question caught his attention. Matt only opened his right eye, looking at her for a few seconds, trying to search in his mind what she was asking him to do without achieving any results.

Matt didn't understand how Y/N woke up with so much energy, while he needed at least 20 minutes to really feel alive.

"Yeah, sure." The brunette mentally shrugged his shoulders. She wouldn't have asked him to do something risky to their lives, so it was okay for him to accept it without knowing what it was. Right?

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Y/N knocked twice on the door of her shared room with Matt, the sound almost imperceptible. She turned the handle and opened it, entering the room slowly.

The sound of loud music escaped the brunette's headphones, which rested against his ears. The boy was sitting in his gaming chair, and his upper body bent slightly forward as his hands worked on the keyboard, probably answering emails sent to the Sturniolo Triplets inbox.

The girl walked with light and quick steps towards her boyfriend, a small smile on her face in excitement. She gently touched his right shoulder, alerting him to her presence.

Matt looked up, his eyes instantly brightening as he noticed Y/N there. His hands pushed the headphone back - leaving it hanging around his neck - while his feet moved on the floor, turning the chair so that he was facing her.

"Babe, it's raining." Y/N quickly said, without even waiting for him to talk.

Matt frowned, his hands moving up to her hips, lightly squeezing the covered area.

"Yeah, I know, honey." He nodded, confused as to why she would be telling him the obvious, the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the windows from outside filled the room.

"Can we dance in the rain? Please, please, please?" Y/N clasped her hands in front of her body in a sign of prayer, pleading with her eyes.

Matt raised his eyebrows, the thought of getting completely wet with the freezing rain made him shiver, his mind already imagining his clothes sticking to his skin.

He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily.

"What I wouldn't do for you?"

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"What do you guys want?" Madi asked as she stood up from her seat at the table on the fast food restaurant, ready to place the triplets' and Y/N's orders besides her own.

Nick quickly said what he wanted without taking his eyes off his phone, choosing the photos that he would put in that Friday's photo dump. Chris mumbled his order, resting his left cheek on his hand - which was supported on the table by his elbow -, his eyes focused on the digital menu on his own phone.

Madi nodded to the two before turning to Matt and Y/N, waiting for them to say what they wanted.

"For me, it's just going to be a cheeseburger and a Diet Coke. And Matt's going to have a double cheeseburger and a root beer." Y/N counted on her fingers as she said each food, watching Madi nod when she finished. "Thank you, Madi." She blew the brunette an air kiss.

Matt pressed his lips to the top of Y/N's head lightly before pulling her to rest the back of her shoulder against his chest.

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"No, Chris, I don't want a blueberry donut." Matt rolled his eyes, huffing as he leaned his hips against the table, his arms crossed.

"You're hungry, and it's the only thing we have right now, Matt." Chris rolled his eyes back, exchanging looks with Nate, who smiled, amused by his reaction.

"What happened to you today? Did you wake up with the wrong foot?" Nick asked, his tone full of annoyance, wrinkling his nose.

"Why don't you shut-" Matt's sentence was interrupted by Y/N entering the kitchen, humming a Taylor Swift song under her breath.

"Oh, hi guys! Good morning." Y/N smiled brightly at the four of them, her eyes shining as she met Matt's, approaching him with quick steps - throwing smiles towards Chris, Nick, and Nate as she passed them. "Hi baby." She rose on her tiptoes, sealing his lips in a quick kiss.

A smile automatically grew on Matt's face, his eyes taking on a lovestruck look, all the anger he felt vanishing.

"Did you eat? I didn't see you eating breakfast earlier. You must be hungry." She asked, still facing him, her brow furrowed in concern as her right hand rested lightly on Matt's stomach, stroking the covered skin.

"No, baby. There's nothing interesting here." The boy sighed dramatically, ignoring his brothers' murmurs of disgust.

"We still have blueberry donuts, honey. There are some left over from the video you three made yesterday." Y/N pointed to the counter, where the box of donuts sat next to the stove. "You liked them, right?" She moved slightly away from Matt, reaching out and taking one before handing it to the boy.

Matt instantly smiled, taking the sweet from Y/N's hands with his right one and bringing it to his mouth, biting off a small piece. His left hand rested on Y/N's hip, caressing the area.

"It doesn't even look like he just-" Nick began his sentence, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Thank you, my love." Matt cut Nick off, sending a glare in his direction over Y/N's right shoulder before opening a big smile to her, biting off another piece.

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"Hi, good afternoon! How are you?" Y/N greeted the McDonald's attendant, a big smile lighting up her face, as her eyes went to the board where the menu was displayed, mentally confirming what she was going to order.

The attendant smiled back quickly, her heart warming at finally being able to have a kind costumer who wasn't in a bad mood.

"Good afternoon! I'm great, thank you." She nodded momentarily, placing her fingers on the computer screen, ready to select the order. "What can I do for you today?" Her eyes went from Y/N to Matt, who was standing behind the girl.

His hands rested in the front pocket of the hoodie that covered his upper body, while an awkward smile spread across his face, nodding briefly.

Y/N started ordering calmly, including Chris and Nick's orders that she had already memorized - even though they both said they didn't want anything, she knew that Nick would end up biting a peace of her burger and Chris would steal Matt's fries -, giving the attendant time to select everything without rushing.

"Is that all for today?"

"Yes, that's all." Y/N confirmed, taking Matt's wallet out of her purse and taking out her card, quickly paying for the order. "Thank you so much. Have a nice day!"

Matt quickly mumbled a "thank you" before intertwining his fingers with Y/N's, allowing her to pull him toward a table.

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Yes, they were polar opposites, but Matt and Y/N showed every day that opposites really do attract each other.

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