LuvTheSturniolos

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𓆉 ~Jasmyn. 15. Bisexual. She/Her. Spotify. Pinterest. Fast cars. Chris girl. Trisha Paytas. D1 Crashout. Boxing. Makeup. Pepsi. Puppies. Love. Cuddles. Friends. Family.

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𓆉 ~ Masterlist. Currently not writing Nick Sturniolo fics. I am taking request, denying smut requests.

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Enjoy!!

I get y’all wanna see Chris’s new haircut but I really dislike scrolling on here when they post a new video and EVERYONE is saying “Chris and his damn hats”… he’s always worn hats like ALL THE TIME.. maybe I’m missing something I’m not sure

That BernardBendyStraws girl is MAD WEIRD for writing about Wednesday which is only 16 in the show and I’m pretty sure Tyler is 18.. not sure… but her getting caught for saying some weird shit to minors and then writing about minors is crazy as shit. Writing about Wednesday is not weird in that sense, I like the show, but in sexually explicit manors is CRAZYYY.

People saying everyone ONLY writes smut is crazy. You guys only explore the main writers on Tumblr for the Sturniolo Triplets, and they usually write smut cause a lot of people ask for it. You guys aren’t exploring Tumblr enough to find Angst and Fluff. Like for example I write Angst and Fluff and sometimes a little smut, but I don’t get a lot of interaction as the bigger creators on here.

And my last thing I wanna say is as soon as a creator becomes more popular I find they usually just chat with their friends on the app but post it for the public to see, so when I’m looking for fics on my main feed it’s usually just convos, if it’s about the triplets I get it but sometimes it’s about their personal lives…

Chris sturniolo x reader

Warnings: degrading, finger sucking, smut, no protection (DON'T DO IT), choking, chance of getting caught, hair pulling.

You and Chris are relaxing together, but next thing you know you're on your knees for him. You can feel his dick going roughly in and out of your mouth. Repeatedly hitting your uvula making you gag. “Get on the bed” Chris orders. You follow his directions and prompt yourself up on your knees. Chris doesn't even give you time to prepare yourself, nor does he give you time to adjust your body. He immediately slams his hips into you. A loud gasp comes from your body. You immediately put your hand over your mouth after Chris reminds you that his brothers are only two floors above you guys.

At this point Chris’s pace is the fastest it's ever been. You're not sure how many orgasms you've had. One. Two. Three? No clue, but you do know Chris is currently destroying you. “You're such a slut for me baby”. Chris says to you. “Mhm” you reply. “Come on baby, use your words for me” “ye-yes Chris I'm such a good slut for you” “see baby, not that hard to use your words”. Chris says in a cocky tone. Even though you can't see anything because your face is smooshed in the mattress you can feel Chris’s smirk lingering. Once you feel Chris hit your g-spot you immediately become a screaming mess.

You're trying so hard not to be loud because of the presence of Chris's brother upstairs, and Chris knows you're trying, but you're being too loud. Chris immediately removes his hands from your hips, and forms your hair into a makeshift pony tail, and puts his two middle fingers down your throat. Because his fingers are only resting in the middle of your mouth, you're still not quiet enough for his liking. So his fingers go to the back of your throat, and you start uncomfortably gagging repeatedly gagging. “I know you're an uncomfortable baby, but you're being too loud and I'm afraid my brothers might catch us. The only way I'll remove my fingers is if you promise me you'll be quiet” You shake your head in the motion ‘yes’ immediately. Once he removes your fingers, you've become quieter but not quiet enough. So Chris pulls out and flips you on your back in one swift motion.

He spreads your legs open and slides himself back in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, while you're trying your hardest not to make much noise. Chris pulls you forward to kiss you to see if it'll make your noises quieter.

Thankfully it does, not super quiet, but quiet enough to where his brothers won't hear you guys. You can feel Chris’s dick twitching in you, knowing you both are close. “Come on baby I'm so close” Chris says trying not to be obvious that he wants you to finish with him.

While you guys both finish together and reach your high you guys are having intense eye contact. You can see Chris's expression change from dominant to make sure you were okay.

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Warnings: nothing just fluff!!

Bf!Matt gf!Reader

Y/N lay tucked under Matt’s arm, her head resting on his chest as his fingers lazily traced circles against her upper arm. His thumb kept gliding back and forth over the same spot like it was second nature—like her skin was home.

She let out a content sigh. “I could literally stay like this forever.”

Matt tilted his head down to look at her, his lips brushing the top of her head. “I’d let you,” he mumbled, voice low and sleepy.

Y/N smiled into his chest. “You say that, but you’d get bored.”

“No I wouldn’t,” he said immediately, wrapping his arm tighter around her waist. “You’re the least boring person I know. You literally narrate everything like it’s a movie.”

She giggled. “Because life is a movie. And you’re my slow-burn love interest with amazing hair and a hoodie addiction.”

Matt rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the smile spreading on his face. “God, you’re annoying.”

“And yet,” she teased, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, “here you are.”

He stared at her for a second—really stared. The way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her hair fell slightly into her face, the way she looked at him like she meant it. It made his chest feel tight in the best way.

“I like being here,” he said softly. “With you. Like this.”

Y/N’s teasing expression softened. She reached up and touched his jaw with the backs of her fingers, her thumb brushing gently across his cheek.

“I like it too,” she whispered. “You make everything feel safe.”

Matt leaned forward and kissed her, slow and tender. His hand moved up to cradle the side of her face, thumb brushing her cheek as their lips lingered. It wasn’t a rushed kiss. It wasn’t needy or heated. It was the kind of kiss that said I’m yours, and I like it here.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. “I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he murmured.

Y/N smiled, brushing her nose against his. “You held the door open for me at Dunkin’ that one time. Fate.”

Matt snorted. “Okay, yeah, fate definitely had a weird sense of humor.”

They both laughed, and then settled back into the warmth of each other. His arms around her. Her fingers tangled in his hoodie strings. Rain outside. Vanilla candle burning low.

Matt:

Yapping and kisses.

You’re still you.

You make everything better.

Chris:

Bad timing.

Welcome to the world.

Make it right.

Say it again.

Oral Fixation

Nick:

Nothing yet.

All:

Leak her around the group chat.

Sturniolo’s little sister (sls):

No matter what.

Part 2 of no matter what.

The test in the trash.

Warnings: none really they’re just kissing

Matt was sprawled out on his bed, one leg hanging lazily off the side, the TV buzzing quietly in the background with some old vlog on mute. Y/N sat cross-legged beside him, animatedly ranting about the latest episode of Baddies, her hands flying, her face lit up with dramatic expressions.

“I’m telling you, Stunna Girl did not have to pop off like that,” Y/N said, pointing emphatically. “But like… I get it. If someone came at me sideways like that, I’d—”

Matt tilted his head slightly, eyes fixated on her more than the words. He wasn’t even trying to keep up with the drama she was explaining—he was too focused on her. The way her nose scrunched when she got worked up. The way her voice got a little higher-pitched when she said something she really believed in. The way her hand absentmindedly found his wrist while she talked, tracing slow circles with her thumb.

He reached over, tugging gently at the hem of her hoodie sleeve to get her attention.

“What?” she asked, mid-sentence, eyebrows raised.

Matt didn’t answer.

Instead, he leaned in—slow, intentional. He kissed her with no warning, his lips soft but hungry, one hand sliding behind her neck, holding her still as he deepened it.

When he pulled back, his eyes stayed close to hers, breath brushing against her skin as he murmured, “God, you’re so pretty when you’re yapping.”

Y/N blinked, lips parted in surprise. “You’re such a—”

But she didn’t finish.

Matt kissed her again—this time with more heat.

His hands found her waist, fingers pressing just enough to pull her into his lap as their mouths moved in sync. It wasn’t rushed, but there was nothing casual about it either. It was all tension and tongue and a low hum from Matt’s throat that sent a chill down her spine.

She tugged at the back of his hoodie, gripping tight, trying to pull him closer like even breathing space between them felt unnecessary.

Matt’s fingers slid under the hem of her shirt, his palms warm against her lower back. His thumb traced slow circles along her spine, grounding her while his mouth kept working hers—lazy at first, then rougher, hungrier, like he’d wanted this all day and finally gave in.

Y/N tilted her head, deepening the kiss, letting her fingers move through the curls at the nape of his neck. He exhaled sharply against her lips, pulling her flush against him with a soft groan that made her stomach flutter.

And then he pulled back just a little—just enough to rest his forehead against hers. His voice was quiet but heavy with intent.

“You’re my favorite kind of distraction, you know that?”

She just smiled, cheeks warm, lips kiss-swollen.

“I was literally talking about Baddies.”

Matt grinned, eyes dropping to her mouth again.

“Yeah. And now we’re being bad.”

It was supposed to be just another chill weekend. Chris and his girlfriend were laying low, minding their own business — until it happened.

The leak.

A private video of them, recorded months ago and never meant for anyone else, had somehow made its way online. Screenshots flew across the internet at light speed, and the trolls came crawling out like roaches in a blackout. Comments flooded in, targeting her body, her nipple piercing, her back dermal, and even the way she moaned. People called her a “slut,” a “whore,” and fat like it was a national sport.

Chris was pacing, furious, phone buzzing non-stop.

“I’m gonna kill whoever did this. I swear to God, I’m gonna—”

His girlfriend sat on the edge of the bed, hoodie covering most of her face, tears sliding down but her jaw locked tight.

Then the group chat started blowing up.

First it was Matt:

“Yo… I just saw what happened. You guys good? No judgment here. Anyone coming at her gotta go through me.”

Then Nick chimed in:

“People talk sh*t when they got nothing else going for them. She’s beautiful. Period. And you two don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

And then came the surprise voice memo from Madison Beer, who had become something of a big sister figure to Chris’s girlfriend over the last few chaotic months.

“Babe, please don’t let these keyboard gremlins mess with your head. You’re hot, your piercings are iconic, and none of these people would ever say a damn thing to your face. Keep your chin up. And Chris? Protect your girl. She’s got nothing to be ashamed of.”

That made Chris’s girlfriend tear up again, but this time from the support.

Chris sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “You trusted me. Trusted us. That’s not shameful — that’s love. And f**k anyone who can’t see that.”

The next few days were rough — Chris and the brothers launched a full-on hunt to figure out who leaked it, while also shutting down rumors and clapping back at anyone disrespecting her. But through it all, she held her head a little higher knowing that the people who actually mattered had her back.

And that, despite the leak, she still had her power.

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It had been a few weeks since the leak. The internet wasn’t talking about it as much anymore, but Chris could tell it was still eating her alive.

She didn’t say anything, but he saw the shift — how she stopped wearing her usual clothes, how every day it was a hoodie and sweats, even in the LA heat. She pulled her sleeves down constantly, flinched when people touched her arm. She barely touched her food, kept skipping meals. Her voice was quieter. Her laugh wasn’t the same.

He kept noticing.

And tonight, he’d had enough.

They were all hanging out in the living room — Matt, Nick, Madison Beer, Chris, and his girlfriend. Music was playing low, the vibe chill. Madison was painting her nails, Nick and Matt were messing around on their phones, but Chris wasn’t focused on any of it.

He was watching her.

She was curled up in the corner of the couch, sleeves covering her hands, eyes dull. She smiled when Madison made a joke — but it didn’t reach her eyes. Chris leaned over and touched her leg.

“Hey,” he said quietly, “come downstairs with me for a sec?”

She hesitated, then nodded.

They slipped away from the others, down to the basement where Chris’s room was — door closed behind them, muffled sounds of the house above disappearing.

She stood awkwardly near the bed, arms crossed tight over her chest.

Chris leaned against the dresser, watching her closely.

“I need you to be honest with me,” he said gently. “What’s going on?”

She shrugged. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” His voice cracked a little. “I know you. You’ve been hiding under hoodies for weeks. You barely eat. You don’t even look at yourself anymore. You think I haven’t noticed?”

Her eyes flickered, but she didn’t say anything.

Chris took a step forward. “I’m not mad. I just want to understand. Please don’t shut me out.”

There was silence.

Then finally — her voice cracked.

“I just feel disgusting.”

Chris froze.

“I keep seeing the comments. The way people picked me apart. My body, my piercings, the way I looked… they made me feel like trash. Like I deserved it.” Her hands trembled as she spoke. “I thought maybe if I hid myself, it would go away. I thought if I stopped eating, maybe I’d feel pretty again.”

Chris’s stomach dropped.

“And when it wouldn’t stop,” she whispered, pulling up one sleeve just barely, revealing red, raw marks on her skin, “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Chris was already moving — stepping forward, wrapping his arms around her like she might shatter. His voice shook.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was weak.”

“No.” He pulled back just enough to look in her eyes. “You’re not weak. You’re hurt. And I hate that I didn’t stop it. That I didn’t protect you better.”

She started crying again, and Chris held her tighter, guilt crashing down over him in waves.

Upstairs, Madison had noticed they were gone too long. She looked at Matt and Nick, concerned. “I’m gonna go check on them.”

By the time she got to the basement, she walked in quietly and saw the two of them on the floor, Chris holding her tightly as she cried into his chest.

Madison didn’t say anything at first. She just walked over slowly, knelt beside them, and placed a hand gently on Chris’s girlfriend’s back.

“You don’t deserve any of this,” she said softly. “They don’t get to define you. They don’t know your heart. But we do. And we love you.”

Characters: Chris, Y/N (his girlfriend), Nick, Matt

Genre: Fanfiction | Romance | Humor | Slight Chaos

Setting: Chris’s bedroom, late Friday evening

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The soft hum of a playlist filled Chris’s room — mellow R&B, low enough to blend into the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp. Outside, the sky was navy, moonlight slipping through the cracked blinds.

Chris sat back against the headboard, hoodie sleeves rolled to his elbows, his fingers playing lazily with Y/N’s hand in his lap. She was laying sideways across the bed, head on his thigh, phone forgotten on the floor.

He looked down at her, smirking. “You’re just gonna lay there like that and not kiss me?”

She grinned up at him. “I was waiting for you to make the first move, superstar.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, gently tugging her up until she was straddling him, her legs on either side of his lap.

“I always make the first move,” he said, tilting his head.

“And I always finish it,” she shot back—before her mouth met his, cutting off whatever sarcastic thing he was about to say.

Their lips moved slowly at first, like muscle memory. Her hands slid under his hoodie, fingertips ghosting over his stomach. He hummed softly, pulling her closer, one hand gripping her thigh, the other trailing up her back.

She deepened the kiss, tugging at his curls the way she knew drove him crazy, and he groaned against her mouth. They were tangled up fast—legs, hands, heat. The air between them was filled with quiet breaths and soft sighs, every kiss messier than the last.

Her hoodie slipped off her shoulder, and his hand instinctively followed the curve of her skin, gripping her waist like he couldn’t get enough of her. Her mouth left his for a second, moving along his jaw, down to his neck, slow and teasing.

“Y/N…” he muttered, chest rising. “You’re evil.”

She smiled against his skin. “You love it.”

She wasn’t wrong.

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Meanwhile… in the garage

The door creaked open with a mechanical whine, followed by the loud slam of the inside door shutting.

Nick dropped his keys into the bowl by the entry. “Yo, he left the lights off. Is he even home?”

Matt shrugged, stepping in behind him. “He told me he was gonna be filming edits all night. Probably passed out.”

The two of them moved down the hall, heading toward the kitchen—until Nick slowed down, head tilting slightly.

“Wait…do you hear that?”

Matt stopped.

There it was—soft giggling.

And kissing sounds.

So many kissing sounds.

They paused at the foot of the stairs.

“Oh my god,” Nick muttered in horror.

Matt’s eyes widened. “Are they—IN HIS ROOM?!”

Nick gagged. “He knew we were coming home. He had TIME to stop. This is intentional.”

Another sound floated down—this time a soft groan from Chris. Definitely not sleep-related.

“Abort mission,” Matt said immediately.

They both turned around and sprinted back to the garage like they’d seen a ghost.

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Downstairs, ten minutes later…

Chris lay on the bed, hair messy, lips red, arm wrapped lazily around Y/N who was curled against him in blissful post-makeout silence.

“I need water,” he murmured.

She rolled over with a smile. “You need an ice bath.”

He grinned and kissed her one last time before slipping out of bed and heading to the kitchen.

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Upstairs…

Chris passed the stairwell and stopped dead in his tracks.

Nick and Matt were sitting on the couch, looking like they’d seen a car crash and couldn’t unsee it.

“Yo… you guys are back early,” Chris said slowly.

Nick stared. “Yeah. And we heard… everything.”

Matt threw a throw pillow at his face. “You’re disgusting. I feel emotionally mugged.”

Chris blinked—then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Wait—YOU GUYS WERE DOWNSTAIRS DURING THAT?!”

“Bro,” Nick said, standing up. “I will never un-hear what I heard.”

Chris wiped tears from his eyes. “Oh my god. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I swear to God,” Matt muttered, “if I hear you groan one more time, I’m moving out.”

Chris turned and jogged back up the stairs, still laughing, yelling over his shoulder—

“Y/N, BABE! YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT THEY HEARD!”

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She hadn’t wanted to the first time.

It was supposed to mean something—but it didn’t. Not to him.

She said “no” in her own ways—pulling back, hesitating, shaking.

But he pushed for “yes” until she caved, and afterward, he smiled like it was normal.

But to her, it wasn’t normal.

She bled in the shower. She cried into her sleeve that night.

And then came the texts.

Him:

“U up?”

“Come over again. No one’s home.”

“You owe me for last time.”

“Don’t ignore me.”

“You know you liked it.”

She felt sick.

Blocked his number. Unblocked it. Re-read the messages until they carved themselves into her brain.

She didn’t want to go.

But she did.

And she hated herself for it.

The second time was worse. Mechanical. Like she wasn’t there.

She let it happen. Froze. Didn’t fight.

After, she walked home with his scent still on her skin, sobbing into her hoodie, shaking like a ghost.

She kept the secret like a stone in her throat—until it choked her.

One night, she cracked.

Curled on the basement floor where her brothers were gaming—Matt, Nick, and Chris.

Eyes red. Voice trembling.

“I need to tell you something.”

They paused the game.

And she told them everything.

The pressure. The texts. The guilt. The second time. The pain.

Matt’s jaw clenched.

Nick stood up, fists tight at his sides.

Chris just stared at her, his whole face falling apart like he couldn’t breathe.

They didn’t say “Why’d you go back?”

They didn’t say “What were you wearing?”

They didn’t blame her.

They saw her.

Matt pulled her into his chest.

“You’re not alone.”

Nick grabbed his keys.

Chris whispered, “We got you. I swear to God.”

And for the first time in weeks—

she exhaled.

Because someone believed her.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, and her hands trembled as she sat on the closed toilet lid, staring down at the small white stick.

Two pink lines.

She blinked once. Twice. But they didn’t go away.

Pregnant.

Her stomach dropped. Her breath caught in her throat. Her hands shook so hard she almost dropped it.

No. No no no…

She shoved the test back in the box and wrapped it in toilet paper like it was some kind of biohazard, heart racing. She couldn’t let anyone find it. Couldn’t let them know. Not yet. Not like this.

Her mind was spiraling — What am I gonna do? I’m not ready. What if they hate me? What if I ruined everything?

She tucked the box deep into the bathroom trash, beneath paper towels and an empty shampoo bottle. She washed her face, forcing her expression into something neutral, and walked out like nothing had happened.

For the next few days, she carried the weight of the secret on her back like a boulder. Her brothers joked, laughed, argued about fast food orders like normal. And she smiled. Nodded. Pretended.

But inside? She was breaking.

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Three Days Later

Nick was emptying the bathroom trash like usual — music playing in one AirPod, phone tucked in his pocket. He went to tie the bag when something caught his eye.

A pink and white box.

He paused. His stomach twisted when he read the words.

Clearblue Pregnancy Test.

He looked inside the box. It was still there.

And it wasn’t negative.

He stood frozen for a full ten seconds before slowly setting the bag down and walking out of the bathroom.

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Ten Minutes Later

She was curled up on the couch when all three of them walked into the room. Their faces were different — not angry, just… serious.

Nick knelt beside her, gently holding up the box. “Hey. We found this.”

Her heart stopped.

Matt sat on the arm of the couch, frowning softly. “Is it yours?”

She couldn’t speak. Her throat closed up. Her vision blurred instantly with tears.

Chris stepped in next, his voice the gentlest it had ever been. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. But… you’re not in this alone, okay?”

She let out a sob and covered her face with her hands. “I didn’t know what to do. I was scared. I still am.”

Matt rubbed her back slowly. “Of course you’re scared. This is a lot. But you don’t have to carry it by yourself.”

Nick sat down next to her. “You could’ve told us. You can tell us. Always. No matter what.”

“I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me,” she whispered, broken.

Chris shook his head instantly. “We’re not. Not even for a second. You’re not a failure. You’re not ‘ruined’ or whatever your brain’s been telling you. You’re still our sister. Nothing changes that.”

She looked at all three of them, eyes puffy and red, but something in her chest finally loosened. “I don’t even know what I’m gonna do yet.”

“That’s okay,” Matt said. “We’ll figure it out with you.”

Nick leaned his head against hers gently. “We’ve got you. No matter what.”

Chris nodded. “And if the guy who did this tries to disappear? He’ll have three Sturniolos to deal with.”

She let out a weak laugh through her tears, and they all smiled with her.

Because even though the road ahead was scary, one thing was crystal clear:

She wasn’t walking it alone.

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It was around 8:30 PM when the front door slammed shut, startling all three brothers who were scattered around the house.

Nick looked up from his phone on the couch.

Chris paused the video game he was playing.

Matt stepped out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel.

The sound of quiet sobs followed the slam. Broken, desperate.

They all rushed toward the front hallway, only to find their younger sister standing there—her makeup smudged, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, and eyes red and glassy.

“Hey—hey, what happened?” Nick asked first, his voice instantly soft.

She tried to speak, but her lips trembled too hard. “I… I did something… something I didn’t wanna do.”

Matt stepped forward quickly, gently cupping her face. “What do you mean?”

Chris stayed quiet, his hands curling into fists at his sides, watching her fall apart in front of them.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered, “I gave it to him. My virginity. But I didn’t want to… I said no… I said I didn’t feel ready—but he kept pushing—and I just…”

She broke down in sobs, falling into Matt’s chest.

Nick blinked, his jaw tightening. His heart broke in a million directions, but his focus stayed on her. “You didn’t deserve that. That wasn’t okay. None of it.”

Matt held her tightly, gently swaying her side to side like when she was little and scared of storms. “You’re not alone, okay? You’re home now. You’re safe. He doesn’t get to take anything from you—not really. You’re still you.”

Chris, silent until now, walked up slowly, voice low but firm. “Who was it?”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me,” Chris said, eyes dark with emotion. “But fine. For now. You don’t have to tell us anything you’re not ready to. Just know… we believe you. Every word.”

Nick placed a hand on her back. “You didn’t do anything wrong. He did. And I’m so fucking sorry that happened to you.”

She looked up through tear-soaked lashes, barely able to speak. “I feel disgusting.”

Matt immediately shook his head, pulling her tighter. “Don’t say that. Don’t even think it. You’re not disgusting. You’re strong as hell for coming home and telling us.”

“You didn’t deserve what he did. And we’ll deal with him,” Chris added quietly. “But first, we take care of you.”

Nick led her to the couch while Matt grabbed tissues and a blanket. Chris sat on her other side without saying much, but the way he stayed close—close enough to protect—said enough.

They didn’t try to force her to talk more. They just sat with her.

Together.

So she wouldn’t feel alone.

Because in this house—no matter what—she always had her brothers.

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