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Part one of my new holiday series out now!!! 🩵🦑

[riversandwinds]

Home for the Holidays

a/n: hi hi hi! say hello to part one of my first full fic! I have 3 parts already written and waiting to be posted, but I’m waiting to post everything before I get my 4th done!! Please be gentle, I worked literally so hard 😭 (All credit to my inspiration at the end!!!!)

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summary: Bunny and her best friend, Kitty, grew up with the triplets, and Kitty’s dating Chris, so spending Christmas with the family is nothing new. This year, however, tensions are rising as Bunny and Matt start to realize the shifts in their relationship…

warnings: swearing, cliffhanger (SORRY I HAVE MORE), insane inner dialogue, no use of y/n (lmk if I missed any)

word count: 1.5k-ish

Slightly proofread ᥫ᭡.

lots of love ~ Rivvie

Bunny was nervous.

"Do you think anyone will notice?" Bunny asked, her voice slightly strained as she fiddled with the edge of her orange scarf. She and Kitty were on the road, heading up to Boston to spend the holidays with the Sturniolo family. The air was crisp, the first hints of Christmas lights twinkling as they passed through small towns with snow-dusted trees lining the streets. Kitty, ever the calm one, glanced over with a teasing grin. "Notice what?" "That I’m acting weird around Matt," Bunny admitted, her fingers nervously playing with the scarf’s fringe. "I catch myself staring at him sometimes, and then I panic when he looks back at me. I think I’m going crazy." Kitty snorted, her eyes flickering to Bunny for a second before she turned her attention back to the road. "Baby, it's obvious. Like, me and Chris could see it from a mile away." Bunny groaned, sinking further into her seat. "Oh, god. Seriously? I was hoping it wasn’t that obvious." "Uh, yeah. You practically vibrate any time he walks into a fucking room," Kitty teased. "And you always want to spend time with him, like, alone. You two are giving me a rom-com vibe, and in a disgustingly cute way." Bunny bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. "It’s just... I don’t get it. One minute, I’m fine, and the next, I’m feeling like a teenager again. But I don’t know what to do about it." Kitty raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe you are a teenager. Except, you’re 20 and way more of a mess than you were when we were 15." Bunny side-eyed her best friend, but she couldn’t help smiling.

"Geez, thanks for that. Really boosting my confidence here." Kitty laughed and shook her head, the sound of the tires crunching over the snow beneath them the only sound for a moment. "No, but, I’m just saying, you’re not fooling anybody. Just... take a deep breath when you get there. This could be the start of something good." The house came into view—big, cozy, and warmly lit from the inside. She felt her heart speed up when she spotted Matt’s truck in the driveway.

When Kitty parked, Bunny barely had time to unbuckle before she saw Matt sprinting down the driveway toward her. She grinned, feeling her nerves melt away the second he wrapped his arms around her. "Bunny!" he exclaimed, his voice booming as he picked her up in a bear hug. "I missed you!" Bunny laughed, her feet dangling in the air. "Matt, you’re gonna break my spine!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart fluttering despite herself. "I missed you too, you big softie." He set her back down, his grin wide and easy. "Alright, alright, no need to act like I’m squishing you. But seriously—" he pulled her in for a tight side hug "—I’m glad you’re here." Chris came next, practically tackling Kitty into his arms. "Kitty!" he shouted, lifting her off the ground before spinning her around. "Missed you, my little baby-" Kitty squealed, playfully slapping his shoulder. "You’re such a fucking dork." Nick followed behind them, a wide smile on his face. He wasn’t as over-the-top with hugs, but his arms wrapped around Bunny and Kitty in a familiar, comforting way. "Welcome to the crackhouse, thank god y’all are here."

Bunny smiled, feeling an odd sense of calm wash over her at the sight of the triplets. It didn’t matter how many years passed or how much things changed—this group was home.

"Let’s go inside before Chris starts carrying everyone in the neighborhood," Bunny teased, nudging Kitty with her elbow. Chris grinned, his eyes sparkling. "You just wait until I pick up your bags later. I’ll show you how strong I’ve gotten." "God, you’re impossible," Kitty muttered under her breath as she rolled her eyes. They walked inside together, the warmth of the house hitting them as they entered the front door. The scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey filled the air, and soft Christmas music played in the background.

Marylou, the triplets’ mom, was bustling around the kitchen, stirring a pot of something on the stove. She turned when the door swung open, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "Well, look at you two!" she said, her arms wide as she hurried toward them. "Kitty, Bunny—my girls! You look absolutely gorgeous!" Bunny laughed as Marylou pulled her into a tight hug. "Thanks, Marylou. You look amazing as always." Kitty stepped forward to join the hug. "We missed you so much. This place smells incredible." "Well, I’ve been cooking all day. You know I can’t help myself," Marylou replied, patting her hands on her hips proudly. "Go on, sit down. Dinner will be ready in a bit. You two relax for now." The kitchen had that warm, cozy feel only a place filled with family could have. There were mismatched dish towels hanging from the stove, and a few stray Christmas decorations scattered around, just enough to make the space feel festive but not over-the-top. The house was full of those little details that made it uniquely theirs. "You two just look so beautiful," Marylou said again, her voice soft but sincere. "I just love having you both here. It’s like I have two extra daughters." Bunny felt her chest tighten a little, overwhelmed by the love that seemed to pour out of every corner of the house. "You’re making me tear up, Marylou," she said with a small laugh, wiping away an unexpected tear.

Just then, the front door swung open, and Jimmy, the triplet’s dad, stepped inside with Chris, them each carrying the girls’ bags. "My favorite girls!!" he bellowed in a way only dads can. He dropped their bags on the floor, then pulled both of them into a big, bear-like hug.

"Hi, Jimmy," Bunny said, laughing. "What do you think about the weather out there?" "Cold! But nothing I couldn’t handle," he replied with a grin, pulling back to look at them both. "You two been good? No troublemaking?" Kitty laughed. "Would we ever, Jimmy?" "Yes," he said, winking at them both. "And knowing you two, the boys probably got the brunt of it-” Bunny rolled her eyes, but her heart felt full. "You don't know the half of it."

After a few more hugs and pleasantries, they all made their way to the living room to settle in for dinner. The fireplace was crackling in the corner, the flames casting a warm glow on the room. The Christmas tree sparkled, filled with mismatched ornaments and twinkling lights that seemed to hum with the energy of the season. There was a sense of nostalgia in the air—like the holiday magic hadn’t faded over the years, but only deepened.

Dinner was... well, dinner. Everyone was in high spirits, chatting about the latest happenings in their lives, while Chris and Kitty shared quiet moments, exchanging sweet looks across the table. They were comfortable in a way only a long-term relationship could make you, still finding joy in each other’s company after so many years.

Bunny smiled at the scene, but her thoughts wandered. Her mind flickered to the thought of the soon-coming gift exchange, back to the gift she’d wrapped for Matt. She was nervous about it—Matt was hard to shop for, always so observant and thoughtful. Bunny had spent hours picking it out, hoping it was something that felt right, something that would mean as much to him as he meant to her. But now, as she thought about it again, doubt started creeping in. Was it too much? Too little? Would he even like it? As she sat there, listening to the comfortable hum of conversation around her, she tried to shake off the feeling of unease. But when she looked up, she caught Matt’s eye across the room. He wasn’t looking at anyone else. Just her.

His gaze was soft, like he was waiting for something, and suddenly, her heart started to race. She felt her breath catch. She’d spent the whole car ride trying to act normal, to pretend that everything was fine, but now... now everything felt far from normal. Her pulse quickened as Matt smiled at her, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. That warmth in his eyes made her feel like she was standing still while everything else moved around her. She opened her mouth to say something, but her voice felt stuck. “You okay, Bun?” he asked, his voice just loud enough for her to hear over the clatter of plates and chatter of everyone else. Bunny’s breath faltered. Was he waiting for something from her? Was she supposed to say something? Her mind spun, caught in a whirlwind of nerves and hope. The gift in her bag felt like it had gotten heavier with each passing second. She swallowed, trying to steady herself, but when she spoke, her voice sounded shaky even to her own ears. “Yeah,” she said, forcing a smile. “I’m good.” But as she looked at him again, that same knowing look in his eyes, she realized something. Something had definitely shifted between them. Maybe it was the way he was sitting there, so close but so distant at the same time. Maybe it was the way her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest in sync with the rhythm of the room.

A tight, expectant knot formed in Bunny’s chest.

She wasn’t sure if she was ready for what was coming next, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to change. And maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

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special credit to @sturnioz for for the character inspiration!!! she’s in my top 3 writers, so go show her blog some love!!!!

[riversandwinds]

Home for the Holidays

a/n: hi hi hi! say hello to part one of my first full fic! I have 3 parts already written and waiting to be posted, but I’m waiting to post everything before I get my 4th done!! Please be gentle, I worked literally so hard 😭 (All credit to my inspiration at the end!!!!)

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summary: Bunny and her best friend, Kitty, grew up with the triplets, and Kitty’s dating Chris, so spending Christmas with the family is nothing new. This year, however, tensions are rising as Bunny and Matt start to realize the shifts in their relationship…

warnings: swearing, cliffhanger (SORRY I HAVE MORE), insane inner dialogue, no use of y/n (lmk if I missed any)

word count: 1.5k-ish

Slightly proofread ᥫ᭡.

lots of love ~ Rivvie

Bunny was nervous.

"Do you think anyone will notice?" Bunny asked, her voice slightly strained as she fiddled with the edge of her orange scarf. She and Kitty were on the road, heading up to Boston to spend the holidays with the Sturniolo family. The air was crisp, the first hints of Christmas lights twinkling as they passed through small towns with snow-dusted trees lining the streets. Kitty, ever the calm one, glanced over with a teasing grin. "Notice what?" "That I’m acting weird around Matt," Bunny admitted, her fingers nervously playing with the scarf’s fringe. "I catch myself staring at him sometimes, and then I panic when he looks back at me. I think I’m going crazy." Kitty snorted, her eyes flickering to Bunny for a second before she turned her attention back to the road. "Baby, it's obvious. Like, me and Chris could see it from a mile away." Bunny groaned, sinking further into her seat. "Oh, god. Seriously? I was hoping it wasn’t that obvious." "Uh, yeah. You practically vibrate any time he walks into a fucking room," Kitty teased. "And you always want to spend time with him, like, alone. You two are giving me a rom-com vibe, and in a disgustingly cute way." Bunny bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. "It’s just... I don’t get it. One minute, I’m fine, and the next, I’m feeling like a teenager again. But I don’t know what to do about it." Kitty raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe you are a teenager. Except, you’re 20 and way more of a mess than you were when we were 15." Bunny side-eyed her best friend, but she couldn’t help smiling.

"Geez, thanks for that. Really boosting my confidence here." Kitty laughed and shook her head, the sound of the tires crunching over the snow beneath them the only sound for a moment. "No, but, I’m just saying, you’re not fooling anybody. Just... take a deep breath when you get there. This could be the start of something good." The house came into view—big, cozy, and warmly lit from the inside. She felt her heart speed up when she spotted Matt’s truck in the driveway.

When Kitty parked, Bunny barely had time to unbuckle before she saw Matt sprinting down the driveway toward her. She grinned, feeling her nerves melt away the second he wrapped his arms around her. "Bunny!" he exclaimed, his voice booming as he picked her up in a bear hug. "I missed you!" Bunny laughed, her feet dangling in the air. "Matt, you’re gonna break my spine!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart fluttering despite herself. "I missed you too, you big softie." He set her back down, his grin wide and easy. "Alright, alright, no need to act like I’m squishing you. But seriously—" he pulled her in for a tight side hug "—I’m glad you’re here." Chris came next, practically tackling Kitty into his arms. "Kitty!" he shouted, lifting her off the ground before spinning her around. "Missed you, my little baby-" Kitty squealed, playfully slapping his shoulder. "You’re such a fucking dork." Nick followed behind them, a wide smile on his face. He wasn’t as over-the-top with hugs, but his arms wrapped around Bunny and Kitty in a familiar, comforting way. "Welcome to the crackhouse, thank god y’all are here."

Bunny smiled, feeling an odd sense of calm wash over her at the sight of the triplets. It didn’t matter how many years passed or how much things changed—this group was home.

"Let’s go inside before Chris starts carrying everyone in the neighborhood," Bunny teased, nudging Kitty with her elbow. Chris grinned, his eyes sparkling. "You just wait until I pick up your bags later. I’ll show you how strong I’ve gotten." "God, you’re impossible," Kitty muttered under her breath as she rolled her eyes. They walked inside together, the warmth of the house hitting them as they entered the front door. The scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey filled the air, and soft Christmas music played in the background.

Marylou, the triplets’ mom, was bustling around the kitchen, stirring a pot of something on the stove. She turned when the door swung open, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "Well, look at you two!" she said, her arms wide as she hurried toward them. "Kitty, Bunny—my girls! You look absolutely gorgeous!" Bunny laughed as Marylou pulled her into a tight hug. "Thanks, Marylou. You look amazing as always." Kitty stepped forward to join the hug. "We missed you so much. This place smells incredible." "Well, I’ve been cooking all day. You know I can’t help myself," Marylou replied, patting her hands on her hips proudly. "Go on, sit down. Dinner will be ready in a bit. You two relax for now." The kitchen had that warm, cozy feel only a place filled with family could have. There were mismatched dish towels hanging from the stove, and a few stray Christmas decorations scattered around, just enough to make the space feel festive but not over-the-top. The house was full of those little details that made it uniquely theirs. "You two just look so beautiful," Marylou said again, her voice soft but sincere. "I just love having you both here. It’s like I have two extra daughters." Bunny felt her chest tighten a little, overwhelmed by the love that seemed to pour out of every corner of the house. "You’re making me tear up, Marylou," she said with a small laugh, wiping away an unexpected tear.

Just then, the front door swung open, and Jimmy, the triplet’s dad, stepped inside with Chris, them each carrying the girls’ bags. "My favorite girls!!" he bellowed in a way only dads can. He dropped their bags on the floor, then pulled both of them into a big, bear-like hug.

"Hi, Jimmy," Bunny said, laughing. "What do you think about the weather out there?" "Cold! But nothing I couldn’t handle," he replied with a grin, pulling back to look at them both. "You two been good? No troublemaking?" Kitty laughed. "Would we ever, Jimmy?" "Yes," he said, winking at them both. "And knowing you two, the boys probably got the brunt of it-” Bunny rolled her eyes, but her heart felt full. "You don't know the half of it."

After a few more hugs and pleasantries, they all made their way to the living room to settle in for dinner. The fireplace was crackling in the corner, the flames casting a warm glow on the room. The Christmas tree sparkled, filled with mismatched ornaments and twinkling lights that seemed to hum with the energy of the season. There was a sense of nostalgia in the air—like the holiday magic hadn’t faded over the years, but only deepened.

Dinner was... well, dinner. Everyone was in high spirits, chatting about the latest happenings in their lives, while Chris and Kitty shared quiet moments, exchanging sweet looks across the table. They were comfortable in a way only a long-term relationship could make you, still finding joy in each other’s company after so many years.

Bunny smiled at the scene, but her thoughts wandered. Her mind flickered to the thought of the soon-coming gift exchange, back to the gift she’d wrapped for Matt. She was nervous about it—Matt was hard to shop for, always so observant and thoughtful. Bunny had spent hours picking it out, hoping it was something that felt right, something that would mean as much to him as he meant to her. But now, as she thought about it again, doubt started creeping in. Was it too much? Too little? Would he even like it? As she sat there, listening to the comfortable hum of conversation around her, she tried to shake off the feeling of unease. But when she looked up, she caught Matt’s eye across the room. He wasn’t looking at anyone else. Just her.

His gaze was soft, like he was waiting for something, and suddenly, her heart started to race. She felt her breath catch. She’d spent the whole car ride trying to act normal, to pretend that everything was fine, but now... now everything felt far from normal. Her pulse quickened as Matt smiled at her, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. That warmth in his eyes made her feel like she was standing still while everything else moved around her. She opened her mouth to say something, but her voice felt stuck. “You okay, Bun?” he asked, his voice just loud enough for her to hear over the clatter of plates and chatter of everyone else. Bunny’s breath faltered. Was he waiting for something from her? Was she supposed to say something? Her mind spun, caught in a whirlwind of nerves and hope. The gift in her bag felt like it had gotten heavier with each passing second. She swallowed, trying to steady herself, but when she spoke, her voice sounded shaky even to her own ears. “Yeah,” she said, forcing a smile. “I’m good.” But as she looked at him again, that same knowing look in his eyes, she realized something. Something had definitely shifted between them. Maybe it was the way he was sitting there, so close but so distant at the same time. Maybe it was the way her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest in sync with the rhythm of the room.

A tight, expectant knot formed in Bunny’s chest.

She wasn’t sure if she was ready for what was coming next, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to change. And maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

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special credit to @sturnioz for for the character inspiration!!! she’s in my top 3 writers, so go show her blog some love!!!!

[riversandwinds]

okay so hypothetically, right, if I had 3 fully written parts to a holiday serious featuring the loml Matthew Sturniolo, would we want them all posted at the same time, or one at a time with a schedule? 🙉🌝

[riversandwinds]

alright ASS???

like why is he ARCHINNN bru 😭😭

nobody is complaining but

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I think I wanna try writing more but imposter syndrome is js such a bitch 🌝

[riversandwinds]

kiss it better?

a/n: hi hi hi! this is my very first fic, I’ve never written anything before so we’ll see how this goes. please be nice, tell me if you hate it xx ! also I got fed up with autocorrect changing y/n to yen so I just gave her a name 😭

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summary: Being an art student, Amara’s life gets so stressful around finals week. When everything starts to go downhill, Chris is there to fight with her, and maybe even kiss it better afterwards.

warnings: swearing, angst (happy ending), kissing, not really anything else except for female rage lmfao, no use of y/n

word count: 1.7k-ish

Not proofread 🤓

lots of love ~ Rivvie

What better way to start your day off than with a whole lot of chaos. Amara was jolted awake by the alarm clock’s incessant beeping slicing through her and Chris’s quiet room. Sitting up, her face paled as she saw the time, seeing that she slept through her morning lecture. Panic surged through her, immediately throwing the covers off and shooting up out of bed (much to Chris’s very audible disappointment). She grabbed random pieces of her closet off the floor in a frantic rush, barely managing to get out the door fully clothed with a “Byeloveyousomuchpleasecleanthehouse!”. (She forgot her glasses, then her phone, then her bag, making her run back to their room 3 more times.)

Shouting her final goodbye to Chris, she could feel her phone all but explode in her pocket. She was too disoriented to focus on the messages, so she ignored it, figuring it was just a random group chat. She sprinted through the commons, finally checking her phone after deciding she didn’t care enough to make it to the lecture hall.

lindsey manager (🫥)

sarah no-showed. need you to fill in today asap.

???

amara hello

Of-fucking-course, Amara thought to herself. With a huff, she turned on her heel, making her way to the campus coffee shop. I don’t even have my work clothes, God hates me.

At work, the hours dragged by as she endured her manager’s endless complaints. “You’re late, Amara, hurry up.”, “Where the hell is your uniform?”, “No, you’re not doing it right-“

The poor girl was on edge, to say the least. Her late start didn’t help, either, as she didn’t have any time to grab food from their dorm. She was barely able to handle her hunger as she worked through her shift, her empty stomach cramping by the time her shift was done. She clocked out, silently cursing Lindsey, the shop, and every customer who walked in during her shift.

As exhausted as she was, she called her professor as she was walking out, booking the ceramics room for a few hours. Finals were quickly approaching, and her clay tea set was only partially finished. She headed to the studio, hoping to make at least a little progress on her project and make up for lost time.

Her day only continued to spiral. She’d been in the studio for all but 20 minutes before she wanted to destroy the Earth entirely. As she was leaving the kiln room, tray full of breakables in hand, the door next to her flung open, slamming into her. Not only did it: A) Slam her glasses into the bridge if her nose, cutting her face, but it B) sent her entire tea set to the ground, shattering into thousands of tiny clay shards. Amara’s world collapsed in that moment. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the wreckage, unable to muster the strength to pick up the fragments. With a choked sob, she grabbed her bag and fled the studio, feeling the weight of her disastrous day press down on her.

Stumbling into her apartment, she hoped for just a semblance of order. But the sight of the messy living room—pizza boxes, crumpled papers, clothes everywhere—made her heart sink even lower. She dropped her bag and collapsed to her knees, her body shaking with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

“A-are you kidding me?” Amara’s voice cracked as she shouted, her frustration pouring out uncontrollably. “I’ve had the worst day- oh god… I missed my lecture, got screamed at at work, my project is destroyed, and now this mess? I can’t do this-”

Chris, complete with an Xbox controller and a headset, emerged from their room with wide eyes. He froze, his mouth slightly open in surprise as he took in his girlfriend’s state. “Baby, woah, what’s going on?” He set the controller aside and stood next to Amara, honestly a little confused. “Why the meltdown?”

Wrong choice of words, clearly, as her red, tear-filled eyes snapped to his, going wide.

“Why the meltdown?” Amara exploded, her voice rising in volume as she began to frantically clean up the mess. “Because today has been a fucking wreck! I asked you to pick up a little, just a little, Chris! A-and you couldn’t even manage that! I come home to- to this after the worst day of my life, and you’re just sitting here playing games!”

Chris blinked, taken aback by her outburst. “Mar, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal. I was going to clean up, but I got sidetracked. It’s not like—” he bends down to pull Amara off the floor, but retracts when she spits out her response.

“It’s not like what?” she snapped, angry tears streaming down her face. “It’s not like it matters to you? You think I can just handle everything on my own while you sit at home and do nothing? I’m at my breaking point, and all I wanted was the trash off the floor!”

Chris’s eyes widened, his initial nonchalance giving way to frustration. “Hey, I didn’t make your day go bad. I get that you’re upset, but yelling at me isn’t going to fix anything. I’m just trying to understand here!”

Amara’s anger reached its peak. She stood up, maniacally grabbing all of the dirty cups and pieces of trash, stomping to the kitchen to deal with it. “You think I’m yelling just for fun? You have no idea what my day was like! I’ve been on the edge all day, and instead of coming home to something decent, our house is a disaster and you don’t even seem to care!” Throwing her now empty hands up, she lets out a choked cry, pushing past Chris to enter their bedroom.

After seeing Amara sobbing and slamming the door to their room, Chris’s demeanor shifted dramatically. He stood in the living room, the weight of her words sinking in. With a deep sigh, he started cleaning up the mess with a quiet guilt, his movements deliberate and focused. He managed to tidy up the living room, stopping to order Amara’s favorite takeout. He grabbed the blankets from the closet, setting up the couch and scrolling Amazon Prime for a movie to rent. (He eventually settled on Barbie Princess Charm School, figuring it would appease Amara.)

Around 30 minutes later, when Amara emerged from the room, she was met with a surprisingly clean space and the comforting aroma of her favorite food. Chris looked up from arranging the food on the coffee table, his face softening as he saw her. “Look, sweetheart, I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize the house was this bad,” he said, his tone earnest. “I thought I could fix it.”

Amara’s anger dissipated as she took in the scene. “Chris, I—” she started, her voice wobbling with her bottom lip. “I didn’t mean to lash out like that. I was just... overwhelmed.”

Chris walked over and pulled her into his chest, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I get it now. I’m sorry you had such an awful day, Ma.” She shrugged, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Their food arrived around ten minutes later, to which Amara all but inhaled it while she focused on the movie in front of her. After almost dosing off for the third time, Chris paused the movie, brushing hair out of Amara’s exhausted face.

“Time for bed, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” Chris said, pulling a whiny Amara up from the couch, leading her to their room.

He first took care of the little cut on her nose, placing a small kiss over it when he was done. After she was undressed and her hair was brushed, he helped her into the shower, his touch gentle as he guided her through the calming process. While she was in the shower, Chris busied himself tidying up the rest of the apartment, clearing up their dinner and putting up the clean dishes in the kitchen.

When Amara emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, refreshed and feeling a bit more centered, she found Chris remaking their bed, having switched out their sheets for clean ones. The room was now a haven of comfort, with soft lighting and the faint sound of the unpaused Barbie movie playing in the background. The big lights were off, the room illuminated by the soft string lights on the wall.

“God, Chris,” Amara said, her voice filled with appreciation. “This looks amazing. Thank you for cleaning, baby. I’m sorry I yelled at you over it…” she pouted slightly.

Chris smiled softly. “I know I messed up, and I’m sorry for being kinda useless. I figured this might help some more.”

He reached out and grabbed her in a bear hug, resting his chin on her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We all have rough days, and I should have been more understanding. I’m just glad we can talk things out and make them better.” He pulled back to kiss between her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and a soft peck on her lips, smoothing her hair down with his hands.

He helped her get dressed, slipping a sleep shirt over her head and sliding her underwear and shorts up her legs, kissing her knee with a grin. Amara appreciated his efforts, feeling the weight of her stress lift with each passing moment.

After a few minutes, and a few yawns from both parties, Chris turned off the string lights and the tv, declaring it was bedtime. They climbed into their newly-made bed, snuggling up under the comforter. Chris wrapped his arms around Amara, pulling her close as she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the comfort of being understood.

“I really do love you, you know,” Amara said softly, her sincere voice filling the dark room. “Thank you for kissing it better, Chris.”

Chris kissed her forehead gently. “Always, and I love you too, pretty girl. I’ll do better next time, pinky promise.”

As the sleepy mumbling played on, they remained in each other’s arms, the earlier turmoil of the day replaced by a sense of peace and safety.

Finally settling into a comfortable silence, Amara felt her eyelids get heavy. She yawned, pressing into Chris who kissed her forehead with a hum. She relaxed into Chris’s embrace, feeling like a precious stone in the hands of a jeweler. They drifted off, Chris’s immediate snoring lulling Amara to sleep with a lovesick grin on her lips.

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tags: @her-favorite (u the only one bb 🌝)

[riversandwinds]

kiss it better?

a/n: hi hi hi! this is my very first fic, I’ve never written anything before so we’ll see how this goes. please be nice, tell me if you hate it xx ! also I got fed up with autocorrect changing y/n to yen so I just gave her a name 😭

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summary: Being an art student, Amara’s life gets so stressful around finals week. When everything starts to go downhill, Chris is there to fight with her, and maybe even kiss it better afterwards.

warnings: swearing, angst (happy ending), kissing, not really anything else except for female rage lmfao, no use of y/n

word count: 1.7k-ish

Not proofread 🤓

lots of love ~ Rivvie

What better way to start your day off than with a whole lot of chaos. Amara was jolted awake by the alarm clock’s incessant beeping slicing through her and Chris’s quiet room. Sitting up, her face paled as she saw the time, seeing that she slept through her morning lecture. Panic surged through her, immediately throwing the covers off and shooting up out of bed (much to Chris’s very audible disappointment). She grabbed random pieces of her closet off the floor in a frantic rush, barely managing to get out the door fully clothed with a “Byeloveyousomuchpleasecleanthehouse!”. (She forgot her glasses, then her phone, then her bag, making her run back to their room 3 more times.)

Shouting her final goodbye to Chris, she could feel her phone all but explode in her pocket. She was too disoriented to focus on the messages, so she ignored it, figuring it was just a random group chat. She sprinted through the commons, finally checking her phone after deciding she didn’t care enough to make it to the lecture hall.

lindsey manager (🫥)

sarah no-showed. need you to fill in today asap.

???

amara hello

Of-fucking-course, Amara thought to herself. With a huff, she turned on her heel, making her way to the campus coffee shop. I don’t even have my work clothes, God hates me.

At work, the hours dragged by as she endured her manager’s endless complaints. “You’re late, Amara, hurry up.”, “Where the hell is your uniform?”, “No, you’re not doing it right-“

The poor girl was on edge, to say the least. Her late start didn’t help, either, as she didn’t have any time to grab food from their dorm. She was barely able to handle her hunger as she worked through her shift, her empty stomach cramping by the time her shift was done. She clocked out, silently cursing Lindsey, the shop, and every customer who walked in during her shift.

As exhausted as she was, she called her professor as she was walking out, booking the ceramics room for a few hours. Finals were quickly approaching, and her clay tea set was only partially finished. She headed to the studio, hoping to make at least a little progress on her project and make up for lost time.

Her day only continued to spiral. She’d been in the studio for all but 20 minutes before she wanted to destroy the Earth entirely. As she was leaving the kiln room, tray full of breakables in hand, the door next to her flung open, slamming into her. Not only did it: A) Slam her glasses into the bridge if her nose, cutting her face, but it B) sent her entire tea set to the ground, shattering into thousands of tiny clay shards. Amara’s world collapsed in that moment. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the wreckage, unable to muster the strength to pick up the fragments. With a choked sob, she grabbed her bag and fled the studio, feeling the weight of her disastrous day press down on her.

Stumbling into her apartment, she hoped for just a semblance of order. But the sight of the messy living room—pizza boxes, crumpled papers, clothes everywhere—made her heart sink even lower. She dropped her bag and collapsed to her knees, her body shaking with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

“A-are you kidding me?” Amara’s voice cracked as she shouted, her frustration pouring out uncontrollably. “I’ve had the worst day- oh god… I missed my lecture, got screamed at at work, my project is destroyed, and now this mess? I can’t do this-”

Chris, complete with an Xbox controller and a headset, emerged from their room with wide eyes. He froze, his mouth slightly open in surprise as he took in his girlfriend’s state. “Baby, woah, what’s going on?” He set the controller aside and stood next to Amara, honestly a little confused. “Why the meltdown?”

Wrong choice of words, clearly, as her red, tear-filled eyes snapped to his, going wide.

“Why the meltdown?” Amara exploded, her voice rising in volume as she began to frantically clean up the mess. “Because today has been a fucking wreck! I asked you to pick up a little, just a little, Chris! A-and you couldn’t even manage that! I come home to- to this after the worst day of my life, and you’re just sitting here playing games!”

Chris blinked, taken aback by her outburst. “Mar, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal. I was going to clean up, but I got sidetracked. It’s not like—” he bends down to pull Amara off the floor, but retracts when she spits out her response.

“It’s not like what?” she snapped, angry tears streaming down her face. “It’s not like it matters to you? You think I can just handle everything on my own while you sit at home and do nothing? I’m at my breaking point, and all I wanted was the trash off the floor!”

Chris’s eyes widened, his initial nonchalance giving way to frustration. “Hey, I didn’t make your day go bad. I get that you’re upset, but yelling at me isn’t going to fix anything. I’m just trying to understand here!”

Amara’s anger reached its peak. She stood up, maniacally grabbing all of the dirty cups and pieces of trash, stomping to the kitchen to deal with it. “You think I’m yelling just for fun? You have no idea what my day was like! I’ve been on the edge all day, and instead of coming home to something decent, our house is a disaster and you don’t even seem to care!” Throwing her now empty hands up, she lets out a choked cry, pushing past Chris to enter their bedroom.

After seeing Amara sobbing and slamming the door to their room, Chris’s demeanor shifted dramatically. He stood in the living room, the weight of her words sinking in. With a deep sigh, he started cleaning up the mess with a quiet guilt, his movements deliberate and focused. He managed to tidy up the living room, stopping to order Amara’s favorite takeout. He grabbed the blankets from the closet, setting up the couch and scrolling Amazon Prime for a movie to rent. (He eventually settled on Barbie Princess Charm School, figuring it would appease Amara.)

Around 30 minutes later, when Amara emerged from the room, she was met with a surprisingly clean space and the comforting aroma of her favorite food. Chris looked up from arranging the food on the coffee table, his face softening as he saw her. “Look, sweetheart, I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize the house was this bad,” he said, his tone earnest. “I thought I could fix it.”

Amara’s anger dissipated as she took in the scene. “Chris, I—” she started, her voice wobbling with her bottom lip. “I didn’t mean to lash out like that. I was just... overwhelmed.”

Chris walked over and pulled her into his chest, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I get it now. I’m sorry you had such an awful day, Ma.” She shrugged, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Spontaneously-DoorDashed desert arrived around ten minutes later, to which Amara all but inhaled while she focused on the movie in front of her. After almost dosing off for the third time, Chris paused the movie, brushing hair out of Amara’s exhausted face.

“Time for bed, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” Chris said, pulling a whiny Amara up from the couch, leading her to their room.

He first took care of the little cut on her nose, placing a small kiss over it when he was done. After she was undressed and her hair was brushed, he helped her into the shower, his touch gentle as he guided her through the calming process. While she was in the shower, Chris busied himself tidying up the rest of the apartment, clearing up their dinner and putting up the clean dishes in the kitchen.

When Amara emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, refreshed and feeling a bit more centered, she found Chris remaking their bed, having switched out their sheets for clean ones. The room was now a haven of comfort, with soft lighting and the faint sound of the unpaused Barbie movie playing in the background. The big lights were off, the room illuminated by the soft string lights on the wall.

“God, Chris,” Amara said, her voice filled with appreciation. “This looks amazing. Thank you for cleaning, baby. I’m sorry I yelled at you over it…” she pouted slightly.

Chris smiled softly. “I know I messed up, and I’m sorry for being kinda useless. I figured this might help some more.”

He reached out and grabbed her in a bear hug, resting his chin on her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We all have rough days, and I should have been more understanding. I’m just glad we can talk things out and make them better.” He pulled back to kiss between her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and a soft peck on her lips, smoothing her hair down with his hands.

He helped her get dressed, slipping a sleep shirt over her head and sliding her underwear and shorts up her legs, kissing her knee with a grin. Amara appreciated his efforts, feeling the weight of her stress lift with each passing moment.

After a few minutes, and a few yawns from both parties, Chris turned off the string lights and the tv, declaring it was bedtime. They climbed into their newly-made bed, snuggling up under the comforter. Chris wrapped his arms around Amara, pulling her close as she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the comfort of being understood.

“I really do love you, you know,” Amara said softly, her sincere voice filling the dark room. “Thank you for kissing it better, Chris.”

Chris kissed her forehead gently. “Always, and I love you too, pretty girl. I’ll do better next time, pinky promise.”

As the sleepy mumbling played on, they remained in each other’s arms, the earlier turmoil of the day replaced by a sense of peace and safety.

Finally settling into a comfortable silence, Amara felt her eyelids get heavy. She yawned, pressing into Chris who kissed her forehead with a hum. She relaxed into Chris’s embrace, feeling like a precious stone in the hands of a jeweler. They drifted off, Chris’s immediate snoring lulling Amara to sleep with a lovesick grin on her lips.

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tags: @her-favorite (u the only one bb 🌝)

[riversandwinds]

okay we what the actual fuck???? mass report please!!!!! @bernardsbendystraws @mattscoquette @muwapsturniolo @luvs4matt

PLEASE READ

This account is sending death and rape threats too people. And when confronted about it simply says they're being "sensitive" and "it's a joke." This account has sent stuff like this to at least 3 or more accounts and probably more who haven't answered. Please report them. Their @ is @/hoefornate. Please this guy is horrible. And with one single scroll through their account you can tell how horrible they are.

fucking freakazoid

to be that insensitive and utterly fucking vile is beyond pathetic. i hope they get the help they need because this shouldn’t be normal behavior - incredibly childish AND embarrassing.

reported!!! anyone seeing this, please do the same!! - @chrissv4mp @nicksbestie @dominicfikeenthusiast @alliisturnss4 @riversandwinds @pixxiies @cuntymilaa

[riversandwinds]

Wait ew hello???? super mega report @muwapsturniolo @vanteguccir @issysh3ll @luvs4matt @sierrraaaasturn

Hello and please listen! (Im sorry to bother you about this again if you've seen this but we have a really bad ongoing problem.)

We have banned this guy two times but we cannot give up. He is a PEDO. I wanna fight for her because I am a fan.

His user is @ lexnonscripta777 !!! He's back. (he changed his username)

if you don't know who or what has been happening, hes a grown adult man sexualizing a 16 year old actress. In his very original account he has made lewd art of her or claims he has known her for years (parasocial relationship) which means he started finding her attractive when she was around 9-11.

PLEASE REPORT HIM AND SHARE. We CANNOT let him have a platform!!

REPORT @ / lexnonscripta777

and please don’t apologize. i will always use any platform i have no matter the size for awareness and good.

ADDING TAGS FOR MORE EXPOSURE: @idontcare4urmom @bigbeefybitch @mattsfavbitchhh @chrizz444 @anna-sturniolo @chrissv4mp @kikisturnioloo

[riversandwinds]

✧*̥˚ c.ai bot masterlist *̥˚✧

hii! I’m opening my requests for Matt or Chris bots!!

just put them in my inbox and I’ll try my best to get all of them!!

I’ll put them all here once I make them, so far these are what I have:

Chris 🌼 | *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Matt 🌺 | *ੈ✩‧₊˚

I don’t think I’ll write for Nick unless it’s xPlatonic!Reader, but I am taking requests for Madison, Tara, and Quen xReader!!

stay diva xx - riv