Are You A Tory Nichols Stan

are you a tory nichols stan

yes. maybe. depends on the day.

Can u please take ur fics right? Like most of ur Steve fics have takes like "finn wolfhard x reader" even tho it has nothing to do with Finn wolfhard

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Who would be the better bf? Matt or Chris sturniolo

it honestly depends on what type of person YOU are and what you want in a relationship.

I honestly think matthew would be a better boyfriend because he just overall seems more attentive and sweet. like he would pay attention to the little things and would never want to hurt you or overstep boundaries.

i would probably fall for chris though, even as i am a matt girl, just because i like those trashy guys that don't gaf abt me. but chris is like most guys in the way he's not that big of a relationship guy (which is what i'm guessing because he doesn't like to commit). i think he'd be a fun boyfriend and would be more light hearted and always joking around, but he's also the type to do all the relationship activities and then say "we're not dating, so why do you care?"

it blows my mind that some of the writers on here can so easily clear their drafts to 0 or under 50 for that matter. like i have over 100 drafts right now and it’s so hard to not just start more fics...

hii honestly idk if your requests are open or anything i just wanted to ask if you ever plan on writing anything for tyler durden again?

yes! please send me any requests you have !

better than him.

pairings. matt sturniolo x fem!reader

about. matt is envious of chris for something that was his before chris’.

warnings. foul language probably

ricky is typing… i finally caved and decided to write for my best boy. for my usual viewers, i apologize 😋.

"you deserve better than him... you know that right?"

his voice haunts you.

you let his words sink in while the silence soaks the both of you and your eyes stay closely trained on the cracks in the sidewalk and what you could make out of it.

it's midnight, close to it and there you were, once again left on the front lawn of chris’ house with no chris.

“he even knows it.”

matt’s words strike your heart cold and you hate how it’s him telling you this. you were sure everyone knew it, but everyone always had the curtesy to not say anything, because in the end it didn’t matter. as much as chris was a bad boyfriend at times, he always made up for it. most times.

this however, was not the time.

“want to come inside?”

“no, it’s fine,” you finally moved, facing him. “i’m just going to go home. i need sleep.”

“okay,” he nods his head, pulling his eyes from yours as he seemed more timid now that you were actually looking at him. “need a ride?”

“i drove.”

“oh,” he sounds sad, “right.”

he coughs, it is so awkward, for no reason, and matt knows it’s because of him. he should have just left you out here by yourself like always and just let you go on your own time, like always, but watching you made his heart ache.

“you sure you don’t want to come inside, y/n/n?” he narrowed his vision on you, trying to make it seem like he didn’t really care, but failing. “just for water or..?”

there’s a longing in his voice, like he needed it more than you did.

your eyes hit the sidewalk again, wincing, causing a crinkle in your eye as you think. there was no harm. absolutely no harm, and yet you hesitated, clutching the back of your neck and digging your nails into your skin in desperation for relief of the stress. stress of answering.

“yeah, why not matty,” you gave in, dropping your hand from your neck and taking the first step toward the home easily, like this was the way you would have headed even if you hadn’t said yes. like this is where you wanted to go and to be all along.

he nodded, trying to hide his smile before walking into his own home, not waiting for you.

he knew you’d come.

matt had known you since forever. way before chris, way before nick, way before anyone. and he took pride in that.

he was the reason chris knew you. he forever regretted that day where he introduced you to his triplet, posing you on a stool for the taking. he placed you like a treat on chris’ nose and he ate you up like a dog as fast as he could, with no care.

“i’m surprised your parents keep letting you out of your house this late.”

you sighed, following him into the home, placing your keys on the kitchen counter and slowly mentally undoing yourself, “me too.”

“they know he treats you like this?”

oh, you hate that question.

you’re not sure how to answer it, even as you both know very well what the answer is.

“let’s not do this, matt,” you bit the inside of your cheek.

the two of you have slowed, you’re posed in the doorway of the living room while he’s in the midst of sitting down, but stops himself, looking at you, really looking at you.

matt liked you, a lot.

“okay,” he nodded, slowly. “i’m sorry.”

like a lot, a lot.

“it’s alright.”

to the point he can barely look you in the face. especially now, after all that has happened.

“i just didn’t come in to talk about him. i came in for you.”

he swallows.

fuck.

really, really, really liked you.

“okay,” he finally sits down. “i’d offer my room, but nick would wake up to the sound of us sitting down and he’d be down my throat immediately.”

“no, it’s fine,” you smiled softly, keeping your position leaned against the framing. “i’m not picky.”

“yeah, you’ve always said that,” he scoffed, “yet you’re the pickiest person i’ve met.”

“not true,” you say fast, wanting to trudge across the five feet between you just to lightly hit him. “you were always the who couldn’t make up their mind on things.”

“picky and indecisive are two different things, y/n/n-“

“and yet, both equally a headache to deal with.”

both your heads jerked to see nick in all his midnight glory emerging from around the corner. if it wasn’t his tone of voice to clue you onto his annoyance, his evening attire was enough to let you know he did not want to be up at this hour.

“hey, y/n,” he passes you, lightly patting your arm as you stare at his feet and the slippers that covered them.

you hold back your laugh, “hey, nicky.”

“left in the dust, again?”

“oh, you know so well.”

“wouldn’t be the first time someone’s told me that,” he shuffles around behind you, filling a glass with water. “you two are loud as fuck. please shut the fuck up or like… go talk in the guest bedroom.”

“nick, we just got here,” matt leans on his knees, “you’re being a baby.”

nick is quick to dip his head to the side, an offended look on his face that he’d hope matt would challenge, “excuse me?”

you bite down your smile fast, looking to matt who doesn’t bother hiding his, “okay,” he stands, “okay, okay,” he raises his hands in defeat, but the smile on his face keeps pushing up on his cheeks. “we’ll just go in the guest bedroom.”

“yeah. you will,” nick shakes his head, taking a sip of his water.

the high attitude makes you want to laugh, but you don’t press it. nick was one of the moodiest people you had ever met, and as funny as it was, he was also ruthless and didn’t care for hurting someone’s feelings.

you push off the wall, walking toward the guest bedroom that was right down the hall with matt behind you till nick calls out again.

“matt, can i talk to you?”

you both stop, glancing at the boy who no longer seems to be in his heightened attitude.

“yeah?”

he looks concerned.

“outside?”

you suddenly feel the attention on you, even as neither of them were looking at you. but the tension of nicks stare on matt was undeniably because of you. you could tell.

matt’s eyes meet with yours, as if asking if it were okay, and you nod slowly, then watching them slowly go.

“what’re you doing, man?” the front door had just barely shut and nick was already airing it out. “c’mon matt, you can’t do this.”

“do what?”

“matt,” nick gives him the hardest stare he had ever seen, but it wasn’t harsh. the stare was instead knowing, and almost sympathetic. “what do you think chris would do.”

“chris isn’t here.”

“yeah, i know. he never fucking is half the time, but come on matt. it’s not right.”

“what am i supposed to do?” matt feels a sudden burst of frustration as his arm extends out in expression. “y/n’s my best friend. she was mine before she was chris’. you think he thought about what was right before he kissed her, before he asked her out?”

nick stares at him in silence. the remorse leaks from his eyes and matt can barely stand the look, but he can’t force himself to look away.

“chris doesn’t care, so why should i?”

“because you’re better than him.”

the words hurt even as they should be taken as a compliment. matt should’ve known better. matt was kind, and genuine, and he could never act on his bad intentions even if he wanted to because he knew better.

“yo, what’re you two fuckers doing?”

matt and nick break their held stare upon the loud call out from chris who was suddenly trekking across the front lawn. nick looked to him, while matt kept his eyes planted on the cement of their front porch.

“is y/n here? her car’s parked across the street,” chris places his hands on both their shoulders, his usual cocky perma smile planted on his lips.

“yeah, she’s inside,” nick nodded toward the door.

he nods, but his smile becomes pressed into a half frown, looking between them both.

“what’s wrong with you two?” he narrows his eyes on the both of them, catching onto the awkward silence still holding over them and matt’s lack in attempt to look at him. “you both good?”

“yeah, we’re fine. it’s just been a long night,” nick leans away from the hold chris has on him, rubbing his eyes as if proving his exhaustion. “go talk to y/n.”

he doesn’t believe it.

“matt?”

“yeah.”

“you okay, matty?”

“i’m great, chris,” he inhales through his nose sharply, finally looking up to him as if reassuring him. “y/n’s in the guest room.”

matt’s voice is strictly monotoned, ridding any reassurance he was trying to put out. a strange look crosses chris’ face at the short and dry answer and he’s beyond confused now. he studies his brothers face, to which matt can barely look right back anymore.

“okay…” he glances at nick, “i’ll talk to you two later. unless you want to bring this party inside?”

“we’ll catch you in a minute.”

he goes.

“nice one.”

“yeah, fuck you.”

nick let’s it slide off his shoulder, only looking at him with sympathy, “matt, what’re you gonna do?”

“i don’t know,” he sighs, scratching the back of his head. “same thing i’ve always done. be the better person and get over it.”