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Fall talks | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader!

Summary: Matt has been distant towards his girlfriend, she makes treats him to a fall date.

Requested? Nope

Warnings: sadness

The crisp autumn air carried a chill as the leaves danced in the cool breeze, painting the town in shades of gold and crimson. Y/n walked through the park, the crunch of fallen leaves beneath their boots a comforting sound in the otherwise quiet evening. The fall season was supposed to be a time of warmth and reflection, but tonight, it felt like an endless expanse of cold.

For a whole week, Matt Sturniolo had been distant. Their boyfriend, once so attentive and loving, had not uttered a word to Y/n. No explanations, no apologies—just silence. It was as if a wall had sprung up between them, leaving Y/n feeling abandoned and confused.

Despite Matt’s silence, Y/n had remained by his side, their devotion unwavering. They knew that something was off, but they chose to stand by him, hoping their presence would bridge the chasm that had formed. Y/n continued with their routine, making Matt’s favorite coffee, preparing his meals, and sending little notes of encouragement, all while grappling with the ache of being ignored.

Tonight, the air was especially cool, and Y/n had decided to prepare a cozy evening for the two of them, hoping to break the silence. They had arranged a blanket fort in the living room, complete with fairy lights and pillows scattered around. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafted through the air from the freshly baked cookies they’d made.

Matt came home, his demeanor unchanged. He slipped into the living room, noticing the warm glow of the lights and the inviting scent. For a moment, his gaze softened as he saw Y/n waiting with a hopeful smile, their eyes reflecting the flickering light.

“Hey,” Y/n said softly, trying to keep their voice steady. “I made us a little fall retreat. Thought we could use some coziness tonight.”

Matt simply nodded, his expression guarded. He sat down in the fort, but his eyes remained distant, lost in thought. Y/n settled beside him, handing him a warm cup of cider and a cookie.

“Thank you,” Matt mumbled, barely looking up.

Y/n nodded, not letting the pain show. “You’re welcome. I just wanted us to have a nice night together. It’s been a rough week, and I miss the way things were.”

The evening continued in a peculiar stillness. Y/n spoke about their day, the little things that usually made Matt laugh, but he only responded with brief answers. Still, Y/n stayed close, their heart aching with every moment of silence.

As the night wore on, Matt’s resistance seemed to waver. He caught sight of the way Y/n’s eyes held a tender sadness, and it struck him how much effort and love had gone into creating this moment despite the growing distance between them.

Matt took a deep breath, breaking the silence that had been so heavy. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’ve been... shutting you out, and that wasn’t fair. I’ve been dealing with some things I didn’t know how to talk about, and I didn’t want to drag you into it.”

Y/n’s eyes softened, and they reached out, gently taking Matt’s hand. “I’m here for you, Matt. Always. I know we all have our struggles, but shutting me out only makes things harder. Let me in. We can face it together.”

Matt looked at Y/n, their unwavering support a beacon in his own personal darkness. The barriers he had erected began to crumble as he realized how much Y/n’s presence had meant through it all. “Thank you for not giving up on me,” he said, his voice choked with emotion.

They spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, the cool fall air outside a stark contrast to the warmth they found in their connection. The blanket fort, with its soft lights and comforting embrace, became a symbol of their enduring love and the promise of facing whatever challenges lay ahead, together.

In the gentle glow of the fairy lights, with autumn’s chill creeping through the cracks of the window, Y/n and Matt rediscovered the strength of their bond. The silence had been a test, but their love was a reminder that even through the hardest times, staying by each other’s side made all the difference.

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Shower Time | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Warning: Reader in shower naked.

Requested: Nope!

Notes: I don't know if anyone has done this, I haven't been on Tumblr in a while.

Pink: Reader

Blue: Chris

Chris's fingers tapped eagerly on his phone screen as he dialed Y/n's number. He was brimming with excitement, and the day's shopping spree had been a successful one. After a whirlwind of trying on different outfits and browsing through racks, he had picked up a few new pieces he couldn't wait to show off. It was one of those days where every little thing felt like an adventure, and sharing it with Y/n was the cherry on top.

On the other end, Y/n was enjoying a relaxing shower. The bathroom was filled with steam, and the sound of running water created a soothing background. She had just started lathering up when her phone buzzed. As she reached out to grab it, she saw Chris's name flash on the screen.

“Hey, Chris!” she called out, slightly muffled by the steam and water. She answered the call and held the phone in one hand, carefully balancing it on the edge of the sink.

“Hey, beautiful!” Chris’s face appeared on the screen, his grin as wide as ever. “I’ve gotta show you what I just bought. I know you love fashion, so I couldn’t wait!”

Y/n laughed, her smile evident even through the misty bathroom. “Oh, really? I’m all ears. Just give me a second to get out of the shower.”

“Wait, don’t go yet!” Chris protested. “I’ve got a plan. How about you just watch from the shower while I model my new stuff for you?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, amused. “You want me to watch you from the shower? That sounds like an interesting way to multitask.”

“Exactly!” Chris said, holding up a shirt and winking at the camera. “Trust me, it’ll be fun.”

As Chris began to show off his new clothes, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiastic poses. He twirled and strutted in front of the camera, dramatically modeling each outfit. The first was a sleek leather jacket that he paired with an exaggerated tough-guy stance.

“What do you think?” Chris asked, his expression a mix of hope and mischief.

Y/n tilted her head, pretending to ponder. “Hmm, very James Dean. I like it, but you might need to work on your serious face.”

“Noted!” Chris said, changing into a trendy graphic tee next. He made a point to show off every detail, from the pattern on the front to the way it fit his shoulders.

“Nice choice,” Y/n commented, nodding approvingly. “That looks great on you. The color really brings out your eyes.”

Chris’s grin widened at the compliment. “Thanks! I was hoping you’d like it. And last but not least…” He pulled out a new pair of sneakers, their bright, neon soles practically glowing in the room's light.

“Whoa, those are cool!” Y/n exclaimed. “They look like they’re from a sci-fi movie or something.”

“I know, right?” Chris said, bouncing slightly on his heels. “I had to get them. I just knew you’d appreciate them.”

“I do,” Y/n said, her eyes sparkling with genuine excitement. “But you know what’s even cooler?”

“What’s that?” Chris asked, tilting his head.

“Seeing you happy and excited about your new clothes,” she said warmly. “It’s like we’re on a little shopping date, even though I’m stuck here in the shower.”

Chris chuckled, his face softening. “Well, I’m glad you think so. I missed you today. It feels like you were right here with me, cheering me on.”

Y/n reached out to the phone, her hand brushing against the screen. “I missed you too, Chris. Next time, let’s make sure we have a real date—no showers involved.”

“Deal,” Chris said, his eyes locking with hers through the screen. “Can’t wait for our next adventure together.”

As the call ended, Chris waved one last time, and Y/n watched as he disappeared from the screen. She finished up her shower with a smile, feeling grateful for the simple joy of sharing moments with someone she loved, even from afar.

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Virtual Talks

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Chris catches his girlfriend role playing with his AI Character.

Warning:

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: This is my work!! DONT COPY!!! USE OF CHARACTER AI

Y/n: Pink

Chris: Blue

Y/N sat comfortably in the cozy corner of Chris Sturniolo's room, surrounded by shelves of books and memorabilia from his favorite series. It was a space that always made her feel connected to him, even when he wasn't around. Tonight, she had brought her laptop with her, indulging in her secret passion—interacting with an AI she had crafted to emulate Chris's character.

The AI conversation window was open on her screen, filled with lines of dialogue she had meticulously written to capture Chris's humor, intelligence, and unique perspective. She couldn't help but smile as she typed, imagining how Chris would respond in various scenarios she had dreamed up.

"Hey there, beautiful," the AI greeted in a voice that mimicked Chris's warm tone.

Y/N chuckled softly to herself, fingers dancing over the keyboard. "Hey yourself. What's on your mind tonight?"

As the conversation unfolded, Y/N lost herself in the virtual dialogue, reveling in the familiarity of Chris's fictional persona. She didn't notice the soft footsteps approaching from behind until a familiar voice broke through her concentration.

"Hey, what are you doing over there?" Chris asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Y/N jumped in her seat, heart racing as she quickly minimized the AI interface. She turned to see Chris standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"Oh, hi Chris!" Y/N greeted, trying to mask her surprise. "I was just... uh, browsing the internet."

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Browsing the internet in my room?"

Y/N bit her lip nervously, knowing she couldn't keep her secret hobby hidden any longer. With a deep breath, she decided to come clean. She reopened the AI interface, revealing the chat window where her conversations with the AI were saved.

Chris's eyes widened as he read through the dialogue. "Is this... me?"

Y/N nodded, feeling a rush of embarrassment and vulnerability. "Sort of. It's an AI I created based on your character. I like to... role-play sometimes."

Chris studied the screen intently, his lips twitching with amusement. "Wow, that's... unexpected."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I know it's weird. I just... I enjoy imagining conversations with your character. It helps me feel closer to you when you're not around."

Chris's expression softened, and he stepped closer to her. "Hey, it's okay. I'm actually flattered."

Y/N blinked in surprise, relief washing over her. "You're not mad?"

Chris shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "No way. It's kind of cool, actually. You put a lot of effort into this."

Y/N let out a nervous laugh, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "I'm glad you think so. I was worried you'd think I'm crazy."

Chris sat down beside her, gently taking her hand. "You're not crazy. You're creative and passionate. I admire that about you."

Y/N met his gaze, feeling a surge of affection for him. "Thank you for understanding."

Chris leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Always, Y/N. You can always be yourself with me."

As they sat together in his cozy room, surrounded by the echoes of their shared fandom and Y/N's newfound courage, she realized that her love for Chris extended beyond the fictional world they both adored. He was her real-life hero, accepting her quirks and embracing her passions without hesitation.

And as they talked late into the night, sharing stories and laughter, Y/N knew that their bond was stronger than ever—a testament to the magic of love, both digital and real.

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Tyrant | Chris Sturniolo

Sum: Another girl steals Chris away from Y/n. She gets revenge on Chris's car.

Warnings: Car smashing, cheating

Note: I know I keep doing Beyonce but I didn't have a plot for Chris, so I just did Tyrant by Beyonce.

Y/n: Pink

Chris: Blue

The hussy: Dark blue

I don't want him back, but I can't let go

The air was thick with tension as Y/n walked into their shared apartment, her heart heavy with a sinking feeling she couldn't shake. Chris was supposed to be home by now, but as she stepped further inside, the silence that greeted her felt suffocating.

She dropped her bag on the floor, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second stretching into an eternity of uncertainty. Y/n's mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting.

Hangman, answer me now, You owe me a debt, you stole him from me

Finally, she heard it—a faint rustling from the bedroom. Dread coiled in her stomach as she pushed open the door, the scene before her confirming her worst fears.

Chris sat on the edge of the bed, his expression a mixture of guilt and surprise. Beside him, a woman Y/n vaguely recognized from Chris's workplace straightened her blouse, her own shock mirroring Y/n's.

Time seemed to freeze as Y/n took in the scene—the disheveled sheets, the lingering scent of perfume in the air. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as the truth crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Oh, she got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there, Don't act like you don't know, giddy up, giddy up (d.a. got that dope)

"Chris..." Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.

Chris stood up abruptly, his hands outstretched as if to explain, but the words caught in his throat. The silence stretched between them, heavy with betrayal.

"I can't believe..." Y/n choked on her words, her chest tightening with pain. "How long...?"

The other woman cleared her throat awkwardly, stepping back as if to give them space. "I... I didn't know he had a girlfriend," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.

Can hear her body howl (in the moonlight, hey), I feel her eyein' me like owls (it's on sight, hey)

Y/n's gaze flickered between them, her mind reeling. The man she loved, the man she had trusted with her heart, had betrayed her. Anger surged within her, hot and fierce, but it was quickly overshadowed by a deep, gnawing sadness.

Chris finally found his voice, but his words were feeble, empty. "Y/n, I... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

The apology fell flat, hitting Y/n like a slap in the face. She shook her head, her fists clenched at her sides. "How could you?" Her voice rose with a mix of anguish and rage. "After everything we've been through..."

Hide your man when the hangman come in town

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but Y/n cut him off, her voice trembling with emotion. "Just... just get out," she whispered, her words barely audible but laced with finality.

Chris's shoulders slumped in defeat, his gaze falling to the floor. Without another word, he turned and left, the weight of his betrayal lingering in the air like a bitter aftertaste.

How did you get used to the haunting? (The haunting), The willing, the missing, the wanting (the wanting)

Alone in the silence that followed, Y/n sank onto the bed, her tears finally breaking free. The pain of Chris's betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust and love she had once held for him.

Hangman, teach me how not to cry, how not to cry, how not to cry

As she lay there, shattered and raw, Y/n knew that healing would take time. But one thing was certain—she would rebuild herself, piece by piece, stronger than before. And Chris's betrayal would serve as a painful reminder of the resilience she carried within her heart.

----A few days later--------

The days after Chris's betrayal passed in a blur for Y/n. Each moment was filled with a mix of anguish, anger, and disbelief. She had loved him with all her heart, trusted him completely, only to have that trust shattered by his infidelity.

Oh, she got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there,

Unable to bear the weight of her emotions any longer, Y/n found herself driving to Chris's house one evening, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She needed closure, needed to confront the reality of what had happened. The setting sun cast long shadows across the quiet neighborhood as she pulled up to his driveway.

Chris's sleek black car sat there, a stark reminder of his deceit. Y/n's breath hitched as she stared at it, memories of happier times together flashing through her mind like fragments of a broken mirror. Anger surged within her, a fiery determination to release the pain that had been consuming her.

Without hesitating, Y/n stepped out of her car and marched over to Chris's vehicle. The baseball bat she had brought with her felt heavy in her hands, but she wielded it with a fierce resolve. Her heart pounded in her chest as she raised the bat high above her head.

Hey, hey, ridin' you while we tryna get away

"Time to strike a match," she muttered through gritted teeth, echoing the lyrics of a song that once held so much meaning for them.

With a primal scream, Y/n brought the bat crashing down on the windshield of Chris's car. The glass shattered violently, shards scattering like stars across the pavement. She didn't stop there—blow after blow rained down on the car, each strike a release of the pent-up rage and hurt she had been carrying.

Tears streamed down Y/n's cheeks as she unleashed her fury, the sound of metal crunching and glass breaking echoing in the stillness of the evening. She felt a mixture of pain and catharsis with each strike, a visceral expression of the betrayal that had cut her to the core.

Ridin' you while we tryna catch a wave

"I trusted you," Y/n cried out into the night, her voice raw with emotion. "I loved you!"

Her arms trembled with exhaustion, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, the storm within her began to subside, leaving behind a hollow ache and the wreckage of Chris's car.

As she stood there, catching her breath, Y/n felt a strange sense of peace settle over her. The weight of Chris's betrayal hadn't lifted entirely, but in that moment of destruction, she had reclaimed a fragment of herself—a reminder that she was stronger than the heartache he had inflicted.

That's so sexy, and I know it, and I ain't afraid to show it

The distant sound of approaching footsteps broke through her reverie. Y/n turned to see Chris standing in the doorway of his house, his expression a mix of shock and regret. He took a tentative step forward, his mouth opening as if to speak.

But Y/n cut him off with a steely gaze, her voice trembling but firm. "You don't get to explain," she said quietly. "Not after what you did."

With that, Y/n turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Chris standing amidst the wreckage of his car. The bat slipped from her fingers, landing with a clatter on the ground. She didn't look back, didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down again.

Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it

As she drove away, the last rays of sunlight fading behind her, Y/n knew that the road to healing would be long and difficult. But with each mile, she felt a flicker of hope—hope for a future where her heart could mend, stronger and wiser than before.

These hips so hypnotic, I am such a tyrant

The End.

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Balancing Act | Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n is a very independent woman who strives to make things better and neat. once day she comes home from school and snaps.

Warnings: crying, and I think that's it

Request? Nope!!

Y/n: Pink

Matt: Blue

Y/n was a woman who thrived on structure and responsibility. She juggled her studies at university with meticulous care and managed their shared apartment with her boyfriend, Matt, with unwavering dedication. Y/n's days were a symphony of deadlines, chores, and quiet moments of solitude amidst the bustling city life.

Matt, understanding and supportive, admired Y/n's work ethic. He appreciated how she effortlessly kept their home tidy and organized, creating a haven of comfort amidst their busy lives. Yet, as the days passed, Y/n began to feel the weight of her responsibilities more acutely.

One evening, after a particularly demanding day of lectures and assignments, Y/n returned home with a heavy heart. She slipped off her shoes and wordlessly began to wash the dishes, her movements mechanical and devoid of their usual grace.

Matt, noticing the tension in the air, approached Y/n cautiously. "Hey, Y/n," he began softly, "How was your day?"

Y/n continued scrubbing the plates, her jaw clenched with unspoken emotions. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of exhaustion and stress threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn't bring herself to speak, her voice caught in her throat.

Matt gently placed a hand on Y/n's shoulder, causing her to startle slightly. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured, guiding her to sit down at the kitchen table.

Y/n finally allowed herself to release the flood of emotions that had been building inside her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she poured out her frustrations, her fears of not being able to keep up with everything she had taken on.

"I feel like I'm drowning sometimes," Y/n admitted, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I'm trying so hard to do well in school and keep our home in order, but it's overwhelming."

Matt listened quietly, his heart breaking for Y/n's silent struggle. He reached across the table, taking her hands in his and offering a comforting squeeze. "Y/n, look at me," he said gently, waiting until she met his gaze.

"You are incredible," Matt began earnestly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I am so proud of everything you do. You work so hard, and you do it all with such grace and determination. You're not alone in this, okay? We're a team."

Y/n sniffled, her tears slowing as she absorbed Matt's words. "But I feel like I'm neglecting us," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Matt shook his head gently, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from Y/n's cheek. "No, Y/n. You're not neglecting anything. You're doing your best, and that's all anyone can ask for. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

Y/n nodded slowly, a sense of relief washing over her as she realized she didn't have to carry the weight of her responsibilities alone. Matt's unwavering support gave her the strength to face the challenges ahead with renewed determination.

That night, as they curled up on the couch together, Y/n felt a profound sense of gratitude for Matt's understanding and encouragement. Their apartment, though filled with the echoes of their shared struggles, also resonated with the promise of a future where they faced life's obstacles as a united front.

With Matt by her side, Y/n knew she could navigate the complexities of her busy life without losing sight of what truly mattered—the love and support of a partner who cherished her for all that she was, and all that she aspired to be.

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Hey guys! So I didn’t post yesterday but I’m going to today. And I’m not following the little schedule I put. So the one on posting today is gonna be with Matt Sturniolo

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I LOVE THEM

Chris x Matt x reader

Summary: Matt and Chris both tease Y/n about how shy she gets. And they want to see her smile more so they play a game.

I haven’t seen anyone do this. And I don’t know if I coped anyone but if I did I’m sorry!

Warning: Nope

Request: Nope

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the cozy living room. Y/N sat on the couch, a book in her lap, trying to focus on the words but finding it increasingly difficult with Matt and Chris sitting on either side of her. They’d been watching a movie, but now the screen was paused, and both men were looking at her with identical mischievous grins.

“Hey, Y/N,” Matt said, nudging her with his shoulder. “You’ve been pretty quiet over there. Everything okay?”

Y/N nodded, feeling her cheeks heat up under their intense gazes. “Yeah, just reading,” she murmured, hoping they wouldn’t notice her flushed face.

Chris chuckled, leaning in a bit closer. “You know, you’re really cute when you get all shy like this.”

Y/N’s blush deepened, and she buried her face in her book, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I’m not shy,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Matt laughed softly, reaching over to gently tug the book from her hands. “Come on, Y/N. No need to hide. We just think it’s adorable.”

Y/N glanced up at him, her heart pounding. “You guys are teasing me again,” she said, though there was no real accusation in her tone.

Chris smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Can you blame us? It’s not every day we get to see you all flustered. Besides, we kind of like it.”

Y/N squirmed a little, unsure how to respond. The truth was, she had always had a bit of a crush on both Matt and Chris, but she never expected them to notice her like this, let alone tease her about it.

Matt, sensing her discomfort, softened his teasing a bit. “Hey, it’s all in good fun. We just like seeing you happy and comfortable around us.”

Chris nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’d never do anything to make you feel bad. You know that, right?”

Y/N nodded slowly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with her embarrassment. “I know,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

Matt grinned, leaning back into the couch cushions. “Good. Now, how about we find something else to do? Maybe a game or something? Something that’ll get you to smile even more?”

Chris immediately perked up. “Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. What do you think, Y/N?”

Y/N looked between the two of them, feeling a surge of affection for her friends. “Okay, a game sounds fun,” she agreed, her shyness fading as their warmth and kindness enveloped her.

Matt and Chris exchanged a quick, triumphant glance before turning back to her, their expressions softening. “Perfect,” Matt said, pulling out a deck of cards from the coffee table drawer. “How about a classic game of Uno?”

Y/N laughed, her nerves finally settling. “You’re on. But don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re being nice.”

Chris chuckled, shuffling the cards with practiced ease. “We wouldn’t expect anything less. Let the games begin.”

And as the evening wore on, filled with laughter and playful banter, Y/N couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. She knew that no matter how much they teased her, Matt and Chris cared deeply for her, and that made all the difference.

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No, don't cry, I hate when you cry| Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n does YouTube but also works at a office. She moves out her old Apartment and moves into a new one. And Chris goes to her new place and is so proud of her he cries.

Warning: Tattoo, crying.

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK!!!

Y/n glanced at the clock on her bedside table and sighed. It was already time to get ready for work. With a groan, she dragged herself out of bed and headed for the bathroom, camera in hand. As a dedicated YouTuber, she documented every aspect of her life, including her morning routine.

With the camera rolling, Y/n began her usual routine, narrating each step as she applied makeup and styled her hair. She chatted with her viewers as she worked, updating them on her latest projects and plans for the day.

Just as she was finishing up, Chris poked his head into the bathroom, a hopeful expression on his face.

"Hey, babe," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "I was thinking we could go to the mall today. What do you say?"

Y/n smiled apologetically, shaking her head. "I wish I could, Chris, but I have to work today. Maybe we can go another time?"

Chris's face fell, but he nodded understandingly. "Yeah, of course. I'll just hang out here then. Have a good day at work, love."

With a quick peck on the cheek, Y/n grabbed her bag and rushed out the door, already running late. She made a mental note to make it up to Chris later, promising herself that they would spend quality time together soon.

Work was hectic as usual, and Y/n found herself rushing from one meeting to the next, barely finding time to catch her breath. But in the back of her mind, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was missing.

As the day wore on, Y/n's thoughts kept drifting back to her apartment search. She'd been hunting for the perfect place for weeks now, but so far, nothing had felt quite right. With each passing day, the pressure to find a new home grew heavier on her shoulders.

Finally, when the workday came to an end, Y/n grabbed her camera and headed for the door, eager to continue her apartment search. She knew she should have invited Chris along, but the thought slipped her mind in her rush to leave.

When she arrived home, Chris was nowhere to be seen. Y/n called out his name, but there was no answer. Frowning, she realized she must have left him behind when she rushed out earlier.

Feeling guilty, Y/n quickly set up her camera and began filming as she explained the situation to her viewers. She apologized profusely for leaving Chris behind and promised to make it up to him later.

Just as she finished filming, Chris walked through the door, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, Y/n," he said, crossing the room to wrap her in a hug. "I went to the mall while you were at work. I picked up a few things for the apartment."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, touched by his thoughtfulness. She realized in that moment that no matter how busy life got, she was grateful to have Chris by her side.

With a smile, Y/n turned the camera back on, eager to capture every moment of their journey together – both the highs and the lows. And as she hit record, she knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always find a way to make it work.

—----------Apartment Hunting—-----------------------------------------

Y/n had been searching for the perfect apartment for what felt like an eternity. Every place she visited seemed to fall short of her expectations – too small, too expensive, too far from work. But she refused to settle for anything less than her dream home.

Finally, after weeks of searching, Y/n stumbled upon a listing that seemed too good to be true. The apartment was spacious, affordable, and conveniently located near her office. With a flutter of excitement in her chest, Y/n arranged a viewing and crossed her fingers, hoping that this would be the one.

As she stepped through the door of the apartment, Y/n felt a sense of calm wash over her. The space was bright and airy, with large windows that flooded the rooms with sunlight. It felt like home.

"This is it," Y/n whispered to herself, unable to contain her excitement.

—------------Moving Day—------------------------------------------

Y/N had always envisioned herself living in the vibrant city of Los Angeles. The idea of being surrounded by the buzz of creativity and opportunity was a dream that had driven her through years of hard work. As a YouTuber, she had poured her heart into her channel, sharing her life, her adventures, and her passions with her growing audience. After months of searching and planning, she finally found the perfect apartment in the heart of LA, a place she could call her own and create freely.

With the keys to her new apartment in hand, Y/N decided to document the entire moving process. She wanted her subscribers to be a part of this exciting new chapter in her life. She titled the series "Moving Diaries" and uploaded the first video, showcasing the empty apartment, the view of the bustling city below, and her plans for decorating each room.

"Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel," Y/N greeted her viewers with a bright smile. "Today is the big day! I'm moving into my new apartment in LA, and I can't wait to take you all along for the ride."

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Y/N filmed herself packing up her old place, labeling boxes, and saying goodbye to her familiar surroundings. Her subscribers offered words of encouragement and excitement in the comments, which motivated her even more.

"Moving Diaries, Day 3," Y/N announced in her next vlog. "Today, I'm tackling the kitchen. I've got so many dishes and gadgets to pack, it's insane!"

As the week went on, Y/N shared every step of the journey with her audience. From the chaos of moving day, with movers bustling in and out, to the quiet moments of unpacking and arranging her new space, she captured it all. She showed her viewers how she set up her filming corner, decorated her living room with cozy furniture, and transformed her bedroom into a peaceful sanctuary.

"Hey everyone, welcome back to the Moving Diaries," Y/N said in one of her vlogs, sitting cross-legged on her new couch. "It's been a crazy week, but I'm finally starting to feel settled. I love how everything is coming together."

—------------Shopping—---------------------------------------------------

Y/N had always dreamed of decorating her own apartment with items that reflected her unique, coquette and girly style. Now that she had finally moved to Los Angeles and settled into her new place, she was ready to transform it into a cozy, aesthetic haven. With a long shopping list in hand, she set out on a mission to find the perfect items for each room.

Shopping Day: The Beginning

"Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel," Y/N greeted her viewers with a bright smile. "Today is super exciting because I'm going shopping for my new apartment! I’m going for a coquette and girly theme, and I can't wait to show you everything I pick out."

First Stop: The Bathroom

Her first stop was a chic bath and beauty store that specializes in skincare and hair care products.

She browsed through the shelves, picking out luxurious skincare items like rose-scented face masks, lavender-infused moisturizers, and an assortment of serums. Moving on to hair care, she chose a range of products from shampoos and conditioners to hair masks and leave-in treatments, all in pretty pastel packaging.

For the shower, she selected a set of soft, fluffy towels in blush pink and white, a shower caddy to hold all her new products, and a cute shower curtain adorned with delicate floral prints.

"Alright, I've got everything I need to pamper myself in my new bathroom," Y/N said to the camera. "Let’s move on to the kitchen!" Link

Next Up: The Kitchen

Y/N wandered into a home goods store, heading straight for the kitchen section. She picked out a set of white and gold-trimmed dishes, matching pots and pans, and an assortment of cups and mugs with adorable designs. She also found a set of elegant silverware with dainty handles that fit her aesthetic perfectly.

"Oh my gosh, look at these!" she exclaimed, holding up a set of mugs with cute, girly prints. "Aren't these just perfect for morning coffee?" Link

Decorating the Living Room

The living room was next on her list. Y/N made her way to a furniture store where she found the perfect blush pink couch, a white coffee table with gold accents, and a fluffy rug that felt heavenly under her feet. She also picked out a sleek TV and a set of cute decorations, including pastel throw pillows, a floral vase, and fairy lights to add a touch of magic.

"I can already picture myself curling up on this couch with a good book or a Netflix marathon," Y/N said, visualizing the cozy nights ahead. Link

Creating the Perfect Bedroom

Finally, Y/N headed to the bedroom section. She selected a white, tufted bed frame with a matching vanity and mirror. She also found a collection of makeup products and organizers to keep everything tidy. For the walls, she picked out a few cute posters featuring inspirational quotes and pretty illustrations that matched her coquette theme.

She then found the perfect girly clothes, including lace-trimmed dresses, pastel-colored tops, and soft, cozy sweaters.

"And of course, no bedroom is complete without a comfy bed," Y/N said, patting the mattress. "This is where I'll be recharging after long days of creating content." Link

Getting a Tattoo

But there was one purchase that Y/n hadn't planned on making – a small tattoo of the letter "C" on her lower back, a tribute to her boyfriend Chris. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but as Y/n watched the ink dry, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her. This apartment wasn't just for her – it was for them, a symbol of their love and commitment to each other.

The Grand Reveal

After a full day of shopping, Y/N returned to her apartment with a carload of goodies. She spent the next few days setting everything up, vlogging the entire process for her subscribers.

"Hey everyone, welcome back! It's time for the grand reveal of my new apartment," Y/N announced in her final Moving Diaries vlog. She took her viewers on a tour, starting with the bathroom, showcasing the elegant skincare and hair care setup, and then moving to the kitchen with its charming dishes and cookware.

In the living room, she highlighted the cozy couch, the stylish coffee table, and the fairy lights that gave the room a dreamy ambiance. Finally, she showed off her bedroom, complete with the tufted bed, vanity, and cute posters that tied the whole room together.

"This is everything I’ve ever wanted," Y/N said, smiling at the camera. "Thank you all for being a part of this journey with me. I can’t wait to create more amazing content in my new home."

—----------------Chris comes over—--------------------------------------

A week after she moved in, Y/N received a message from her boyfriend Chris. He had been away on a business trip and hadn't seen the new apartment yet. "I'm back in town! Can I come over to see the new place?" he texted.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. Chris had been her biggest supporter, always cheering her on through every milestone. She quickly replied, "Of course! Can't wait to show you."

When the doorbell rang, Y/N rushed to open it. There stood Chris, looking as handsome as ever, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her new home.

"Wow, Y/N," Chris said, stepping inside. "This place is incredible." 

Y/N beamed with pride. "I'm so glad you like it! I've been working so hard to make it feel like home."

Chris walked through the apartment, admiring the way she had decorated and set up each room. He paused in front of her filming corner, where her camera and ring light were neatly arranged.

"You've done an amazing job," Chris said, turning to her with tears in his eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Y/N. You've come so far, and this apartment is proof of all your hard work and dedication."

Y/N felt her own eyes well up. She reached out and took Chris's hand, squeezing it tightly. "Thank you, Chris. I couldn't have done this without you."

Chris pulled her into a warm embrace, his tears falling freely now. "You've built something incredible here, and I'm so proud to be a part of your journey."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling the weight of their shared accomplishments and the promise of their future together. Y/N knew that with Chris by her side, she could achieve anything. This new apartment was just the beginning, a new backdrop for the adventures that lay ahead.

Later that evening, they sat on the couch, surrounded by the warmth and coziness of Y/N's new home. She grabbed her camera and started vlogging, wanting to capture this special moment.

"Hey everyone, welcome back to the Moving Diaries," Y/N began, smiling into the camera. "Today is a really special day because Chris is finally here to see the apartment."

She turned the camera to Chris, who waved and smiled, his eyes still a little red from crying.

"Hi, everyone," Chris said, his voice filled with pride and love. "I just want to say how incredibly proud I am of Y/N. She's worked so hard to make this dream a reality, and it's even more amazing in person." 

--------Reveling the tattoo----------------------------------

But it wasn't until Y/n reached up to the cupboard to put away dishes that Chris noticed the tattoo on her lower back. His eyes widened in surprise, and he reached out to gently touch the ink, tracing the curve of the letter with his finger.

"What's this?" Chris asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n felt her heart skip a beat as she met his gaze, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she spoke.

"It's for you, Chris," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "A reminder of how much you mean to me."

Tears welled up in Chris's eyes as he pulled her into a tight hug, overcome with emotion. "Y/n, I... I don't know what to say. I'm so touched, baby. Thank you."

With a smile, Y/n leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for the love and support of her partner. And as they stood there, together in the warm glow of the afternoon sunlight, Y/n knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, hand in hand.

Y/N felt a rush of happiness and gratitude. This was her life, her dream came true, and she couldn't wait to share every moment of it with the people she loved and the community she had built. As she ended the vlog, she knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful new chapter, and she was ready to embrace it with open arms.

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Blow | Chris Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n takes Chris to the strip club.

Warning: Smut, giving head, strip club. Use of French in the lyrics!

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK!! Based off of Partition by Beyonce

This my first-time writing smut so don't be mean! Thank you

Y/n: Pink

Chris: Purple

The low hum of the engine thrummed beneath through the sleek black sedan as it rolled through the neon-lit streets. Y/n glanced at Chris, her husband, sitting beside her, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Tonight was a night unlike any other, Tonight, Y/n had a surprise for Chris, one that would make every fantasy come alive. 

The car pulled up to the entrance of an exclusive club. The outside was discreet, but the deep bass of music thrummed through the walls, hinting at the world within. Y/n stepped out first, her heels clicking against the pavement as she took Chris’s hand, leading him through the entrance. 

Chris followed her, anticipation building with every step. As they entered, the dim lights and sultry atmosphere enveloped them. Y/n flashed a knowing smile at the host, who nodded and led them to a private section, secluded yet with a perfect view of the stage. 

Let me hear you say “Hey Mrs. Carter! (Hey Mrs. Carter)

“What’s going on?” Chris whispered, a mix of excitement and confusion in his voice. 

 Y/n just smiled, pressing a finger to her lips. “You'll see.” 

Moments later, the lights dimmed further, and a familiar beat began to play. The unmistakable opening notes to Beyonce’s “Partition” filled the room, and Chris’s eyes widened in realization. The curtains on the stage parted, revealing Y/n, dressed in a tantalizing ensemble that left little to the imagination. 

Say, “Hry Mrs. Carter!” (Het Mrs. Carter)

Give me some

Chris’s breath caught in his throat as Y/n began to move, her body swaying in perfect rhythm to the music. Her eyes locked onto his, and it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. Every move she made was for him and him alone. 

“Driver roll up to the partition, please. I don't need you seeing Yonce on her knees.” Beyonce’s voice crooned through the speakers, but it was Y/n’s performance that held Chris captive. She danced with confidence and allure that was irresistible, each movement a promise, a tease, a whisper of desire. 

Y/n moved closer to the edge of the stage, her gaze never leaving Chris. She could see the effect she has on him, the way his eyes darkened with longing, the way his hands gripped the edge of his seat. She reveled in it, knowing that tonight, every fantasy would be fulfilled. 

-See me up in the club with fifty-leven girls , posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill

As the song reached its crescendo, Y/n slid down the pole effortless grace, her body a symphony of curves and control. She ended up on her knees, just as the lyrics suggested, looking up at Chris with smoldering intensity that left him breathless.

The final notes of the song lingered in the air as Y/n rose and walked off the stage, making her way to Chris. She straddled him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Did you enjoy your surprise?” 

Chris’s hand found her waist, pulling her closer. “You have no idea.” he murmured, his voice thick with desire 

The man ain't ever seen a booty like this. Cause when he wanna smash I'll just write another one

Y/n smiled, capturing his lips in a kiss that promised so much more. The night was far from over, as the music continued to pulse around them, they both knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable evening. 

—-------------

The atmosphere of the club clung to their life a second skiing as Y/n and Chris exited the private room The sultry beat of “Partition” still reverberated in their veins, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. The ride back to their penthouse was charged with electricity, neither saying much. Their silence filled with heated glances and charred, hungry breaths. 

As soon as they stepped into their luxurious suite, Chris spun Y/n around, pressing her back against the door, his lips capturing hers in a fervent kiss. The world outside ceased to exist, it was just the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of desire. 

Now my mascara run’, red lipstick smudged, oh he so horny he want to fuck

“God, you were incredible.” Chris breathed against her lips, his hands exploring the curve of her body, feeling the heat through the thin fabric of her dress. 

“You haven't seen anything yet.” Y/n whispered back, her voice low, seductive purr. She pushed him gently, guiding him to on the plush leather sofa in the center of the room. 

Chris sat down, his eyes never leaving hers, his anticipation palpable. Y/n slowly peeled off her dress, revealing the lingerie beneath - the same tantalizing ensemble she has worn during her performance. The look of Chris's eyes was enough to set her skin ablaze. 

He popped all my buttons and ripped my blouse. Oh, there daddy, daddy didn't bring a towel

She straddled his lap, her hands sliding up his chest to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his muscle beneath. Chris groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. Their lips met again, this time more urgent, tongues tangling in a heated dance.

“Tell me what you want.”  Y/n murmured against his mouth, her breath hot and teasing. 

“I want you.” Chris replied, his voice hoarse with need. “All of you.” 

 I just wanna be the girl you like, The kinda girl you like

With a sly smile, Y/n rose slightly, just enough to slip her hands between them, undoing his belt and freeing him from the constraints of his pants. Chris’s breath hitched as she took him hand, her touch gentle and commanding. 

Slowly, deliberately, Y/n positioned herself over him, sinking down inch by agonizing inch, drawing a deep groan from Chris’s lips. The feeling of him filling her, stretching her, was exquisite, and she savored every second.

They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, bodied slick with sweat, breaths mingling in a symphony of desire. Chris’s hands roamed over her back, her hips, her thighs, pulling her closer, deeper, wanting to be as close as possible that bordered on feral, her body aching and writhing in a dance that was both primal and elegant. 

Handprint and footprint on my glass. Handprint and good grips all on my ass

Chris’s hand moved to her breasts teasing her nippled thorugh the lace, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Y/n threw her head back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips as he thrust deeper, harder, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. 

The world around them dissolved into a blur of heat and sensation, every touch, every kiss, driving them higher and higher. Y/n’s nails dig into Chris’s shoulders as she feels the coil of pleasure tightening in her core, ready to snap. 

“Chris… I'm close.” she gasped, her voice trembling with the intensity of her approaching climax.

He likes to call me peaches when we get this nasty. Oh, there daddy, daddy you ripped my fur

  “Me too, baby.” Chris groaned, his hips bucking beneath her, driving them both to the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, they shattered together, cries of ecstasy mingling in the air as they both rode the wave of their release. Y/n collapsed against Chris, their bodies slick and spent, their hearts beating in unison. 

For a few moments, they simply held each other, basking in the afterglow of passion. Then Y/n lifted her head, her eyes meeting Chris’s, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like

“Best performance ever.” Chris whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration.

Y/n chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of her hair from his forehead. “Glad you enjoyed the show.” 

Chris’s hands tightened around her waist, pulling her close for another kiss. “I can’t wait for the encore.” 

—-------After A While------------------------------------------------------------------------

The world outside their penthouse suite faded into significance as Chris and Y/n remained entwined on the plush leather sofa, their bodies still humming from the intensity of their shared climax. Chris’s eyes sparkled with mixture of love and raw desire as he looked up at Y/n, who was still straddling him, her skin flushed and glowing. 

“Ready for round two?” Chris murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he ran his hands up and down her back, sending shivers of anticipation through her. 

Y/n smiled, a sultry curve of her lips, leaned down to kiss him, their tongues dancing together in a slow sensual rhythm. “Then let's not wait.”  she whispered against his mouth. 

Hello. Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? 

With a graceful movement, Y/n slid off him and stood up, extending her hands to him. Chris took it, letting her lead him to the bedroom, their footsteps soft against the hardwood floors. The bedroom was a sanctuary of luxury, dimly lit by the warm glow of cand;es scattered around, casting flickering shadows on the walls. 

Chris watched as Y/n slowly removed the remnants of her lingerie, letting the delicate fabric fall to the floor. His eyes drank in every inch of her, the way the candlelight played across her curves, highlighting the perfection of her form. Desire surged through him, a potent force that made his heart race. 

“You’re so beautiful.”  he breathed, his voice thick of emotion.

Le sexe, je veux dire: l'activité physique, le coït. Tu aimes ça?

    Y/n smiled, the complement making her feel even more empowered. She approached him, her fingers gently removing his shirt that was opened from before. She pressed a kiss to his chest, her lisp trailing a path of fire down his torso as she knelt before him, her hands working to free him from his pants. 

Chris shuddered at her touch, his arousal growing with each passing second. He could hardly contain himself as she took him in her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate, driving him wild of pleasure. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her as she worked her magic.

Just as he felt himself nearing the edge, Y/n pulled back, hey eyes meeting him with a mischievous glint. She rose to her feet, pushing him gently onto the bed. Chris fell back against the pillows.  His body arching with need as he watched her climb onto the bed, positioning herself over him.

Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe?

Y/n hovered above him for a moment, savoring the look of desire in his eyes. Then she lowered herself onto him, both of them gasping at the sensation. She began to move, slow and sensual, setting a pace that had both of them moaning in pleasure.

Chris’s hands foamed her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips. He thrust up to meet her movements, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of pleasure. 

“You’re amazing.” Chris groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, to make this moment last as long as possible. 

Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe

“So are you.” Y/n replied breathlessly, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as they moved together, driving each other to the brick of release. 

As the intensity built, Chris felt the coil of pleasure tightening within him, ready to snap. He gripped Y/n’s hips, guising her movements, feeling her muscles clench around him as she rode him with wild abandon. 

“Oh, baby, I'm so close.”  Y/n gasped, her voice a high breathless moan. 

“Me to sweetheart.”  Chris groaned, his control slipping as he thrust harder, and deeper, pushing them both to the edge. 

Mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent

With the final thrust from both partners, they cried each other's names with pleasure. Y/n fell into Chris, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. 

For a long moment, they lay there, holding each other in their arms. Basking in the afterglow of their passion, then Y/n lifted her head, hey face of a fucked out expression, looking at Chris with a small smile. 

“Encore delivered,” she murmured, her voice filled with love. 

Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like (Girl you like)

Chris chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And it was perfect.” he whispered, giving her lips a tender kiss. “Absolutely perfect.” 

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s embrace, knowing that no matter how many encores they had, each one would be just as unforgettable as the last. 

[huntiesworld]

Masterlist

Fluff ✨

Smut 🌻

Angst 🎀

Chris Sturniolo:

Don't Delete the Kisses ✨

Please Don't Leave Me ✨ 🎀

Blow 🌻

Trear your Self ✨

No, don't cry, I hate it when you cry ✨ 🎀

Virtual Talks ✨

Matt Sturniolo:

Envious ✨

He Loves me ✨

How Long has It Been Since you Slept? ✨ 🎀

Balancing Act ✨

Fall Talks: 🎀

Chris & Matt Sturniolo:

I LOVE THEM

[huntiesworld]

How long has it been since you slept? | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Matt break up due to him being away from her. After months of not seeing each other Matt goes to see her to apologize for his mistake. 

Warning: Crying, sadness, depression. 

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK!! Kinda based on Twilight New Moon. 

The days have blended into an unending blur of gray since Y/n and Matt Sturniolo had parted ways. Her room, once a sanctuary of warmth and light, had become a prison of sorrow. She hadn’t left her room since the breakup. The once vibrant space was now filled with an unbearable stillness, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards as she shifted in her chair by the window. 

Y/n sat motionless in her chair, her eyes fixed on the view outside her window. The world beyond was vibrant with spring’s awakening, but it felt distant, like a dream she couldn’t quite grasp. It had been months since she last left her room. Days blurred together, punctuated only by her sporadic tears and the deafening silence that followed. 

She was staring at the blooming cherry blossom tree, a cruel reminder of the day her world fell apart. The tree had been in full bloom that day too, as if mocking her pain. She closed her eyes and was thrust into the memory she had tried desperately to bury. 

You haven’t been good for long 

 —--The day of breakup—-----------------------------------------------------------------------

It was a bright and sunny afternoon. Y/n and Matt had been arguing more frequently, but she never thought it would lead to this. She remembered the loom in his eyes, the mix of frustration and sorrow as he spoke the words that shattered her heart.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/n. We’re both miserable, and it's not fair to either of us,”  Matt had said, his voice barely a whisper. 

“But we can fix this, Matt, We can work it out.” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “I love you.” 

Is it the sound of your thoughts 

“I love you too.” he replied, his voice breaking. “But love isn't enough anymore. We need to let each other go.” 

She watched as he packed his things, every moment a dagger to her heart. When he walked out the door, it felt like he had taken a piece of her with him. 

—-End of flashback—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/n’s body convulsed with sobs. The pain was raw, as if it had just happened. She clutched her chest, the agony of her broken heart manifesting as a physical ache. She screamed, the sound echoing through the empty house a cry for help that no one would hear. 

Mauve it times to say goodbye 

 Matt stood at the front door, his hand poised to knock when he heard her anguished cries. His heart sank, he had been away for too long, trying to sort out his feelings, and now he realized the depth of the damage he had caused. He fumbled with his keys, finally opening the door and rushing inside. 

“Y/n?” he called out, his voice filled with worry. He followed the sound of her cries to her room and froze in the doorway. 

Y/n looked up, her eyes red and swollen, her face a mask 0f despair. “Matt?” she croaked, barely believing he was real.”

He moved toward her, his heart breaking at the sight of her broken and fragile. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I never meant to hurt you this much.” 

Cause im getting pretty fucking tired

 She stared at him, a mix of anger and relief washing over her. “You left me, Matt. You left me alone.” 

Matt reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. “How long has it been since you slept?” he asked, his voice breaking with emotion, “Or eaten properly?” 

She shrugged, the simple gesture feeling monumental. “I ...I don’t know.: she whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse. “Since you left …everything fell apart.” 

You haven't felt right for days

 His face crumpled with guilt and sorrow. “Y/n, I'm sorry. I thought leaving was the right thing to do, but I was wrong. I should have never left you.”  She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “Why now?” she asked, the question heavy with the weight of a month's worth of loneliness and heartbreak. 

“I realized I couldn’t live without you.” he said, his voice trembling. “I thought I was protecting you, but all I did was hurt you. I’ve missed you every single day, and when I heard how you were doing, I knew I had to come back.” 

A tear slipped down her cheek, and Matt gently brushed it away with his thumb. “Please, Y/n. Let me help you, Let me make it right.” 

Maybe it times to shut away

She opened her eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but all she saw was genuine regret and a desperate longing to heal the wounds he had caused. Slowly, she nodded. “Okay.” she whispered. “But it's going to take time.” 

”I know,” he said, pulling her into a tender embrace. “And I'll be here, every step of the way. I promise.” 

After a while, he gently pulled to her feet. “Come on,” he said softly. “Let's get you cleaned up.” 

He led her to the bathroom, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature. He helped her undress, his touch tender and careful, and guided her under the warm spray. As the water cascaded over her, washing away the tears and the pain, Matt stayed close, his presence a steady comfort. 

Once she was clean and wrapped in a towel, he led her to the kitchen. “You need to eat something.”  he said, his voice gentle but firm. He rummaged through her fridge and cabinets, finally settling on making a simple meal of scrambled eggs and toast. She watched him, her heart aching with a mixture of love and regret. 

He placed the plate in front of her and sat down beside her. “Eat.” he urged and she took  a small bite, the food tasting like ash. But she ate, because he asked her to, because he was there. 

Cause i've been eating less all day

After she had eaten, Matt took her hand and led her to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed, and he pulled her close, his arms around her. “I’m sorry.” he whispered into her hair. 

“Me too.” she replied, her voice barely audible. 

They lay in silence, the weight of their past hanging over them. But as they held each other, the distance between them seemed to lessen, the hurt beginning to heal. Slowly, they drifted off to sleep, finding solace in each other’s arms. 

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Heres my Monday fic!! Thank you, guys, for giving me likes on my fics. It means a lot to me!!!

[huntiesworld]

He loves me | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n loves to clean and do a everything shower and her nails. Matt her boyfriend can't help but to watch his girlfriend be so cute

Warning: Cuteness, adorable

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK!! I think some other people did this, But I made it my own twist. IF I DID COPY SOMEONE WORK, PLEASE TELL ME!!!

I also wanted to post this today, because I didn’t want to lose the plot of the Story! But I’ll still be posting the Matt one on Monday

Y/n woke up early on a sunny Saturday morning, the rays of the sun gently streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow across her bedroom. Today was her dedicated cleaning day, as she felt a sense of satisfaction and purpose as she slipped out of her bed. She padded quietly across the floor, careful not to wake her boyfriend Matt, who was still sleeping soundly. 

She headed straight to the bathroom, where she retrieved her favorite bottle of hair oil. It was her ritual to let the oil soak in her hair for the day before her evening shower. The fragrant scent of coconut and jasmine filled the air as she massaged the oil into her scalp, feeling the tension melt away. With her hair now glistening and neatly tied up in a bun, she washed her hands and moved on to the next task.

The kitchen was her next destination. Y/n loved the process of making coffee; the familiar routine brought her comfort. She filled the kettle with water and set it to boil, then carefully measured out the coffee grounds. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the kitchen, invigorating her senses. She poured herself a steaming cup, taking a moment to savor the rich flavor before she got to work.

Armed with her coffee, Y/n began her cleaning routine. She started with the living room, dusting surfaces, fluffing pillows, and vacuuming the rug. Her favorite playlist played softly in the background, keeping her energized. As she moved from room to room, the house gradually transformed, each space becoming tidier and more inviting.

Meanwhile, Matt stirred awake, the sound of music and the faint hum of the vacuum reaching his ears. He stretched and got out of bed, curiosity pulling him towards the source of the activity. He walked into the living room and paused at the doorway, watching Y/n with a smile. She was lost in her rhythm, her movements graceful and purposeful. He admired her dedication and the way she brought warmth and order to their home.

"Good morning, love," he greeted, his voice still husky with sleep.

Y/n looked up, her face lighting up with a smile. "Morning, Matt. Did I wake you?"

"Not at all," he assured her, stepping closer to plant a kiss on her forehead. "You’re amazing, you know that?"

She blushed slightly, appreciating his words. "Thank you. I’m almost done here."

Matt offered to help, but Y/n insisted she was fine. She enjoyed these moments of solitude, where she could clear her mind as she cleaned. After a couple more hours, she finally finished, feeling accomplished as she looked around at the spotless rooms.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, signaling the approach of evening, Y/n headed back to the bathroom for her long-awaited shower. 

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Y/n stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her reflection illuminated by the soft, warm light that Matt had installed just for her. She was in Matt's apartment for the weekend, enjoying their time together. She started her pre-shower routine, carefully applying her favorite hair oil to her dry hair. The oil was a luxurious blend of argan and coconut, and she massaged it into her scalp, working it down to the tips. Her hair immediately seemed to glisten, absorbing the nourishing oils.

Matt peeked in from the bedroom, captivated by her focused expression and the way her hands moved through her hair with such care. "You're really something, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Y/n smiled at him through the mirror. "Just trying to look my best for my handsome boyfriend.”

"You always look perfect to me," Matt replied, his eyes soft with affection.

She laughed softly, continuing her routine. After letting the oil sit for a few minutes, she stepped into the shower, the water running warm and soothing. She reached for her strawberry-scented shampoo, working it into a rich lather. Matt had noticed how she loved that scent, and he made sure to keep a bottle of it at his place just for her.

As she massaged the shampoo into her scalp, Matt couldn't help but be mesmerized. Her movements were deliberate and graceful, each action seeming to carry a sense of ritual and care. She rinsed the shampoo out, then applied a hair mask, running it through her strands with her fingers. The mask was thick and creamy, promising deep conditioning and shine.

While the mask did its magic, Y/n began to wash her body with a floral-scented body wash. The scent mingled with the strawberry, creating a delightful fragrance that filled the bathroom. She used a soft loofah, making sure every inch of her skin was gently scrubbed and clean. Then she reached for her razor, carefully shaving her legs and underarms, her skin left smooth and soft.

Matt leaned against the doorframe, unable to take his eyes off her. There was something so intimate and beautiful about watching her take care of herself. It was a side of Y/n that was private, yet she shared it with him, and that made him feel closer to her than ever.

After rinsing out the hair mask, Y/n applied conditioner, combing it through to ensure every strand was coated. She let it sit while she finished her shower, then rinsed it out thoroughly, her hair now feeling silky and smooth. She turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy pink towel.

Y/n moved to the vanity, beginning her post-shower routine. She applied a lightweight body lotion, the floral scent matching her body wash. Next, she turned her attention to her hair, gently towel-drying it before applying a leave-in conditioner and heat protectant. She plugged in her hairdryer and began to dry her hair in sections, using a round brush to add volume and shine.

As she worked, Matt came up behind her, watching in awe. “You make it look so easy.” he said, his voice filled with admiration.

“It just takes practice.” Y/n replied with a smile, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, “And a bit of patience.” 

Once her hair was dry and styled, Y/n moved on to her skincare. She cleansed her face, applied toner, serum, and moisturizer, each step deliberate and soothing. 

Matt watched, entranced by the transformation. "You’re stunning," he said softly, coming closer to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Y/n blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Thank you, Matt."

She stood up and moved to the closet, picking out an outfit for her nail appointment she had with herself. Today was her self care day. She wanted something comfortable, something that made her feel cozy and relaxed. Reaching into the depths of her closet, Y/n pulled out a pair of soft, loose-fitting sweat. The light pink fabric felt like a cloud against her skin, she paired the sweats with her favorite oversized t-shirt. 

"You look absolutely beautiful," he said, taking her hands in his and pulling her close. "I’m the luckiest guy in the world."

Y/n smiled up at him, her heart full. "I’m lucky too, Matt. Thank you for always making me feel so special."

“Now, time to do my nails!” she said happily, while clapping her hands.

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Y/n bustled around her living room, excitement bubbling within her as she prepared for at home Gel x manicure session. It had been a long week, and this was her way of winding down and indulging in a bit of self-care. She wanted everything to be perfect, from the setup to the final result.

First, she laid out a fluffy, white towel on her coffee table, creating a clean and soft surface to work on. Next, she brought out her Gel-X kit, which included everything she needed: a variety of gel nail tips, a bottle of nail glue, a UV lamp, and several shades of gel polish. She also placed her nail file, buffer, cuticle pusher, and some lint-free wipes neatly beside the kit.

Today, she planned to create a delicate floral design, something soft and feminine that reflected her love for all things pink and girly. Her boyfriend, Matt, sat nearby on her bed, his eyes following her every move with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

She began by prepping her nails, carefully pushing back her cuticles and shaping her nails with the file. The rhythmic motion was soothing, a ritual she found grounding. Once her nails were prepped, she selected the right size Gel-X tips, ensuring each one fit perfectly on her natural nails.

With precision, she applied a thin layer of nail glue to her first nail and gently pressed the gel tip into place. Holding it under the UV lamp, she watched as the glue cured, bonding the tip securely to her nail. She repeated this process for each finger, the UV lamp casting a soft, bluish glow that added to the serene ambiance of the room.

With all the tips in place, Y/n felt a surge of satisfaction. Now, it was time for the fun part: doing the design. She deliberated for a moment before painting her thumb, middle, ring and pinky a hot pink and her pointer finger a milky white.

"You're really good at this," Matt said, his voice filled with awe as he watched her carefully apply the base coat to her nails. "It's like watching an artist at work."

Y/n glanced up at him, a playful smile on her lips. "Oh, Matt, you flatter me too much. It's just nails."

"It's not just nails," he insisted, leaning forward slightly. "You put so much effort and detail into it. It's amazing."

Y/n's cheeks flushed a light pink, matching the color of the polish she was using. She steadied her hand and began to paint delicate pink petals on her nails, her concentration evident in her furrowed brow. Each stroke was precise, creating a beautiful, intricate pattern that seemed to bloom right before Matt's eyes.

"See?" Matt said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're incredible."

Y/n paused, looking at him with a mixture of pride and affection. "Thanks, Matt. It means a lot that you notice."

He smiled, his eyes never leaving her hands as she continued her work. She added tiny green leaves, a touch of glitter to the center of each flower, and a few rhinestones for that extra sparkle. The entire process was meticulous, but Y/n found it relaxing, almost meditative.

As she cured each layer under the UV lamp, she chatted with Matt about their plans for the weekend, her voice light and bubbly. He listened attentively, his gaze soft and loving.

"Can I try?" he asked suddenly, surprising her.

Y/n laughed, the sound like music to Matt's ears. "You want to do my nails?"

"Why not?" he replied, shrugging. "I want to see if I can make something as pretty as you do."

She handed him the brush, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Alright, give it a go. Just don't ruin my masterpiece."

Matt took the brush, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he attempted to mimic her delicate strokes. It was clear he wasn't as skilled, but Y/n watched him with a fond smile, appreciating his effort and enthusiasm.

"Not bad for a first try," she said encouragingly, though the design was far from perfect.

"Thanks," he replied, looking at her with a boyish grin. "But I think I'll leave the nail art to you from now on."

They both laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth and love. As Y/n finished her nails, adding a final glossy top coat, she felt a deep sense of contentment. Having Matt there, sharing in something she loved, made the moment even more special.

Once her nails were completely done, she held her hands up, admiring her work. "What do you think?" she asked, turning her hands this way and that to catch the light.

"Beautiful," Matt said, his eyes locked on her. "Just like you."

Y/n blushed again, the color in her cheeks rivaling the pink polish on her nails. She leaned over, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I try," he replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "Anything for you, Y/n."

Y/n cleaned up her workspace, putting away her tools and blowing out the candle. She sat back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at her newly done nails. They gleamed under the soft lighting, a testament to her care and attention to detail.

Their lips met, the kiss tender and filled with the unspoken promise of their deep connection.

They pulled apart, still holding each other’s gaze. Matt brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I love everything about you, Y/n. Every little detail, every moment we share. You make even the simplest things seem magical."

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with happiness. "I love you too, Matt. More than words can say."

In that cozy bedroom. Surrounded by steam and the scent of strawberries, they stood together, wrapped in each other’s presence. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, bound by love and the magic of everyday moments. Soon both fall asleep with big smiles on their faces. 

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Y/n stirred slightly as the morning light seeped through the curtains. The gentle rustling of the sheets and the warm presence next to her signaled that Matt was already awake. She felt a soft kiss on her forehead, and she slowly opened her eyes to see Matt’s smiling face.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Matt whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

“Good morning,” Y/n replied, her voice still groggy from sleep.

“I have a surprise for you today,” he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “You did such an amazing job cleaning the house yesterday, so I thought we could spend the day shopping. How does that sound?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really? That sounds wonderful!”

“Great! Take your time getting ready. I want you to feel special today,” Matt said, giving her another kiss before heading to the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

Y/n stretched and got out of bed, feeling a rush of anticipation for the day ahead. She headed to the bathroom to start her morning routine. First, she splashed her face with cool water to wake herself up, then reached for her favorite cleanser, massaging it gently into her skin. She followed with toner, serum, and moisturizer, taking her time with each step to ensure her skin felt refreshed and hydrated.

Next, she moved on to her makeup. She applied a light foundation, followed by a touch of blush to give her cheeks a natural glow. She opted for a soft, romantic look, using pastel eyeshadows and a hint of eyeliner to make her eyes pop. She finished with a swipe of pink lipstick, completing the look with a touch of gloss.

Feeling satisfied with her makeup, Y/n moved to her closet to pick out an outfit. She wanted something that captured her coquette style—feminine, playful, and a bit vintage-inspired. She selected a light pink, lace-trimmed blouse and paired it with a high-waisted, floral skirt that flared out just above her knees. She added a pair of white, knee-high socks and slipped into her favorite pair of Mary Jane shoes. To complete the look, she chose a delicate pearl necklace and matching earrings.

As she admired her reflection in the mirror, she felt a surge of confidence. Today was going to be special.

When Y/n walked into the kitchen, Matt was setting two cups of steaming coffee on the table. He looked up and his eyes widened in admiration.

“Wow, Y/n, you look stunning,” he said, walking over to her and taking her hands in his. “You always look beautiful, but today you look extra special.”

“Thank you, Matt,” Y/n said, blushing. “I’m excited for today.”

They enjoyed their coffee together, chatting and laughing, the anticipation building. Once they finished, they headed out to Matt’s car, ready for their shopping adventure.

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“Where do you wanna start?” Matt asked, his voice warm and encouraging. 

Y/n looked around, her gaze landing on a display of edgy, stylish pieces that were a far cry from her usual pink and frilly dresses. “Let’s start over there,” she said, pointing towards a rack of leather jackets and graphic tees.

As they walked over, Y/n’s excitement grew. She ran her fingers over the fabrics, feeling the smooth leather and soft cotton. She pulled out a black leather jacket, holding it up to her frame. “What do you think?” she asked, glancing at Matt.

“You’d look amazing in that,” Matt replied, his eyes filled with admiration. “Try it on.”

Y/n slipped on the jacket, the cool leather a stark contrast to her usual soft fabrics. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. The jacket fit perfectly, adding an edgy vibe to her look. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling a surge of confidence.

Next, she picked out a pair of ripped jeans and a vintage band tee. She went into the dressing room, eager to see how the pieces would look together. When she emerged, Matt’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Wow,” he said, his voice full of genuine awe. “You look incredible, Y/n.”

She blushed, feeling a thrill at his reaction. “Really? It’s so different from what I usually wear.”

“And it suits you perfectly,” Matt assured her. “You can pull off any style.”

Encouraged by his words, Y/n continued exploring the store, trying on various outfits. She experimented with bohemian maxi dresses, chic blazers, and bold prints. Each time she stepped out of the dressing room, Matt’s eyes lit up with love and admiration.

Y/n found herself gravitating towards a mixture of styles – a leather jacket here, a flowy boho dress there, and even some preppy pieces with a modern twist. She was having the time of her life, and Matt’s unwavering support made the experience even more special.

After a few hours, they decided to take a break at a nearby café. They sat by the window, their shopping bags piled next to them. Y/n sipped her iced coffee, feeling elated and a bit tired from all the excitement.

“I had so much fun today,” she said, smiling at Matt. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Of course, Y/n. I loved every minute of it,” Matt replied, reaching across the table to hold her hand. “Seeing you so happy and confident made my day.”

Y/n squeezed his hand, feeling a rush of affection. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Your support means everything to me.”

Matt leaned in, his gaze tender. “I love seeing you explore and try new things. No matter what you wear, you’ll always be the most beautiful person in the world to me.”

Y/n felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by his love and kindness. “I love you so much, Matt.”

“I love you too, Y/n,” he said softly.

They finished their drinks, chatting about their favorite outfits and planning future shopping trips. As they left the café, Y/n felt a renewed sense of confidence and excitement about her evolving style. With Matt by her side, she knew she could take on any fashion adventure and look fabulous doing it.

Together, they walked hand in hand through the bustling shopping district, ready to face whatever fashion trends the future held, their hearts intertwined and full of love.

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As they walked into the house, Y/n looked around at the clean, cozy space she had worked so hard to perfect. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, not just from the shopping spree, but from the love and appreciation Matt had shown her.

“Thank you for making today so special,” Y/n said, leaning into Matt’s embrace.

“Anytime, Y/n. You mean the world to me,” he replied, kissing the top of her head.

They spent the evening together, snuggled on the couch, talking about their favorite moments from the day. Y/n felt cherished and loved, knowing that she had someone who recognized and appreciated all she did. It had been a perfect day, and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.

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I looked through this like five times. it looks fine but I still feel like its all over the place. BUT ENJOY!!!!

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Please don't leave me / Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Chris have been friends for some time, but Y/n can't handle being without Chris by her side. They have a argument, will Y/n forgive hime?

Warning: Screaming, crying,

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! The song is out of order, I just picked a few lines and called it good.

Y/n sat on her bed, tears streaming down her face as she heard Chris’s footsteps fade away. She felt a wave of panic wash over her as she realized that he had slammed the door behind him, leaving her alone in her room. “YOU DID THIS TO ME!”  she screamed to herself, clutching a pillow tightly to her chest.

Made a home in a basement

Chris’s Pov

I slammed the door shut behind me leaving Y/n in her room. Walking downstairs to hear her scream “YOU DID THIS TO ME!”. I sighed heavily and sat on her couch laying down. She needed time to cool down. 

I can’t believe we had another argument, one that seemed to cut deeper than any before, I buried my face into my hands as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Why couldn’t we see eye to eye? Why did everything always end in a fight? 

I soon fell asleep after thinking everything over in the past three hours. 

Gonna build a paper plane to float to you

Y/n’s Pov

I sat in my room, tears streaming down my face after the argument I had with Chris earlier. I felt a deep ache in my heart, knowing that our friendship is strained. Eventually, exhaustion took over and I drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up feeling groggy and drained. I decided to take a shower to clear my head and try to wash away the lingering sadness. As I got ready for the day I couldn’t shake the weight of the disagreement with Chris.  

Stood still but I'm feeling fine

Heading downstairs, I was surprised to find a note and breakfast waiting for me on the table. And next to it, a single rose. I picked up the note and read Chris’s heartfelt apology and declaration of our friendship. Tears welled up in my eyes once again, but this time they were tears of happiness and relief. 

I realized that Chris truly cares about me and is willing to make things right. I smiled through my tears.

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Chris walked into the kitchen, his heart sinking as he saw Y/n holding the note he had left previously before leaving. His stomach churned with regret as he heard her crying. 

“‘m so sorry, Y/n.” Chris said softly, his arms around her from behind pulling her close as she broke down in sobs. “ I was scared and I let my fear get the best of me. But I love you more than anything in this world, forgive me?’ 

We'll be scraping the skies with our fingertips

Y/n looks up at him, her eyes red and pink from crying. ‘I love you too, Chris.” she manages to choke out. “I was so afraid of losing you that it made me act irrationally. I don’t ever want to be without you.” 

Chris wipes away her tears gently, kissing her forehead, feeling the weight of his mistakes lift off his shoulders as he holds her close. 

Y/n buried her face into Chris’s chest, letting out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his warmth and love surround her. 

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Envious | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n waited for her boyfriend to show up for dinner. Matt shows up drunk and smelling like cheap perfume.

Warning: Glass, intoxication, screaming/ yelling, possible cheating.

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! Don't Cheat on anyone that is wrong!!

Y/n sat at the dinner table, her anniversary meal getting cold as she waited for Matt to come home. The hours ticked by, but there were still no signs of him. She tried calling and texting, but he didn’t respond.

Frustrated and hurt, Y/n ‘s mind raced with thoughts of where he could be and who he could be with. When he finally did walk through the door, it was hours later, and he was clearly intoxicated. Y/n’s heart sank as she realized he had been with other girls instead of being with her on their special day. 

-I’m in the penthouse half naked  I cooked this meal for you naked 

In a fit of rage and despair, Y/n swept the dishes off the table, shattering them on the floor. She quickly changed into a sleek outfit and headed out into the night. She walked through the streets feeling lost and alone. Everywhere she looked, she saw a happy couple enjoying each other's company. 

Deciding she needed a distraction, Y/n found herself at a local bar. As she walked in, her eyes scanned the room and landed on a familiar face - her ex-boyfriend. Memories flooded back as she remembered the good times they had shared, but also the pain of their breakup. Unsure of what to do, Y//n hesitated before finally approaching him. 

-So, where the hell you at? One shot left in this drink don't make me break it

To her surprise, he greeted her warmly and they started talking. Soon playing pool with a group of friends. Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, engaging in a game with her ex that felt both thrilling and dangerous. In that moment, she realized that sometimes, the past can be more comforting than the present. 

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Y/n stumbled into the house, her heels clicking on as she tried to maintain her balance. She looked up and saw Matt standing there, his arms crossed and an expression on his face.

Matt sighed heavily. “Where have you been? Why is the house a mess?”. Y/n looked at him and smiled. 

Matt persisted that she tells him about what happened. Until Y/n turned around when she was walking to her room.

“Where the hell were you? Huh Matt?”. She said, raising her voice. “I smell that cheap ass perfume on you!? 

-Wish that you were me  So you could feel this feeling

Y/n walked up to him and shoved her finger in his chest. “I'm not stupid Matt, I know who you were with.” 

Matt stood there hearing her yell at him. He finally spoke. “Yeah, and what do you know? Maybe I did cheat on you?”

Y/n looked up at him and slapped him on the cheek. “GET THE F OUT MY HOUSE NOW!”. She said pointing to the door. 

“I hate you, Matt!!” she screamed again. The hurt man turned around and walked out the house slamming the door behind him. 

The heartbroken girl walked to the kitchen to clean up the mess, as she stood there trying not to cry. She fell to the floor and screamed and cried in pain. Sitting in the glass she cried and cried, unable to get up. 

-I never broke one promise And I know that you’re not honest

She cried and cried for hours, laying in the glass. Y/n knew that she had to get up, so she wouldn’t hurt herself. She soon crawled away from the glass, moving to the couch and laying down. She made sure that glass wasn't on her so it wouldn’t cut her. The young girl laid on the couch and soon fell asleep while tears streamed down her face and cheeks.

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Don’t Delete The Kisses | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n who was a shy girl, learned how much a man can make her feel. 

Warning: Angst? Fluff, 

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! ( SO PLEASE DON'T HATE!!) 

Y/n’s alarm clock blared loudly, jolting her awake at 4 a.m. She grounded, rubbing her eyes as she tried to wake up from her deep slumber. Despite the early hour, Y/n knew she had a busy day ahead and wanted to get a head start. 

In the quiet darkness of the early morning, Y/n stood in front of her bathroom mirror, the soft light casting a gentle glow on her delicate features. She was a shy and soft-spoken girl, her petite frame adorned in coquette clothes that reflected her feminine style.

I see the signs of a lifetime, you 'til I die

And I'm swiftly out, Irish goodbye

What if it's not meant for me?

Love

What if it's not meant for me?

Love

As the warm water from the shower cascaded over her skin, Y/n took the time to carefully shave every inch of her body, a ritual that made her feel both clean and confident. After crying off, she moved to her skincare routine, applying serums and creams with precision as she admired her reflection in the mirror.

Y/n was wondering why she started doing this, then she remembered that it was all to impress the popular boy in her school.

-Flash back-

One day, Y/n overheard some of the girls in her class talking about Cassie Howard’s $ a.m. morning routine. They all gushed about how amazing Cassie looked every day and how she always seemed to capture everyone’s attention. Y/n decided to give it a try, waking up at 4 a.m. the next morning to start her own beauty routine. 

By the time she finished her morning routine, the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow through her bedroom window. Y/n felt ready to face whatever the day had in store, her self-care rituals serving as a foundation for the confidence and grace she would carry with her throughout the day. 

I'd like to get to know you

I'd like to take you out

We'd go to The Hail Mary

And afterwards make out

Instead, I'm typing you a message

That I know I'll never send

Rewriting old excuses

Delete the kisses at the end

Y/n walked through the hallways of her high school. Feeling invisible as usual. She was used to blending into the background, never drawing attention to herself. But little did she know, someone had been watching her from afar. 

Chris, the popular boy in school, had always noticed Y/n. He admired her quiet confidence and unique style from a distance. He didn't want to make a big show of his interest, so he found subtle ways to catch her eye. 

When I see you, the whole world reduces

To just that room

And then I remember and I'm shy

That gossip's eye will look too soon

And then I'm trapped, overthinking

And yeah, probably self-doubt

You tell me to get over it

And to take you out

One day, Chris purposely dropped his books near Y/n’s locker, giving him the perfect excuse to strike up a conversation. Y/n was taken off guard by his sudden attention, but she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest.

Y/n looks up from her locker. “Oh, how clumsy?” she said with an annoyed tone. Chris smirks and leaned up against the next locker that was next to Y/n’s. “Just wanted to get your attention.” the young boy said with a small smile.Y/n rolls her eyes and sighs heavily. “Well, you got it. What do you want?” the petite girl said. “How about we go out on a date this weekend?” trying to convince the young girl. Y/n crosses her arms. “I don’t know…I’m pretty bust.” she sighs once again. 

“Come one, it'll be fun! You can't resist my charm forever.” he said while smiling even bigger. The well dressed girl laughs and shakes her head. “You think you're charming?” she says, chuckling

Chris playfully pouts. “Fine, be that way. But I'll keep trying until you say yes.” he says walking away towards class. “We’ll see about that!” Y/n said while looking at him with a smile. 

-Cliff Hanger!!

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