#matt sturniolo clips

[recklessmatt]

me next 🥹

[mattsmad]

hahahaha!! me next 😊

[candysturn]

WHAT THE FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW.

[sturnioloho]

fuck

[adoreechxmpion]

I’m done gate keeping this video.😍

[nariclips]

matt was so cute in this video 😂

“thats me! 🤓 thats me and chris 🦔🦔”

[matty-bear]

we got party content guys 🕺

the fact that nick called matt is so funny to me 😭

[sturnssan]

𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷

Chris x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Argument, some crying, break up.

Word count: 1909

Summary: Chris and Y/N have been together for a couple of years, but what happens when all that love suddenly fades away?

Chris and Y/N had been together for years—years filled with whispered dreams, late-night laughter, and promises that once felt unbreakable. But somewhere along the way, the love they held so tightly had started to unravel, thread by painful thread.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽.

It happened on a rainy Thursday.

The air between them was thick with tension, the kind that made even the silence feel like screaming. Y/N stood in the doorway of Chris’s apartment, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hold together the pieces of her heart that were already breaking.

“This isn’t working,” Chris finally said, his voice raw. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “We fight all the time. We hurt each other more than we love each other.”

Y/N swallowed, the words slicing through her. “So that’s it? You’re giving up?”

Chris looked at her—really looked at her—and for the first time, she saw the exhaustion in his eyes. The love was still there, buried beneath all the hurt, but it wasn’t enough anymore.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “But I can’t keep pretending we’re okay.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring his face. “I hate you for this,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “I hate that you’re okay with letting us go.”

Chris flinched as if she had slapped him. “Do you think this is easy for me?” he snapped, his own voice cracking. “I love you, Y/N. But love isn’t fixing us.”

And just like that, the fight drained out of her. She had no more words, no more energy. Just heartbreak.

So she turned and left.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓱

The first few weeks were unbearable.

Y/N avoided places they used to go together, ignored his texts, and pretended she didn’t flinch every time she heard his name. Nights were the worst—staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment, every argument, every kiss.

The flowers he bought for her on their anniversary were now wilted on a vase in her room.

All the polaroids of them that she had in her room were now lying on the floor as if they had never meant anything.

She felt broken, unloved.

She felt like she was drowning, crying wasn't enough.

She cried herself to sleep more times than she’d ever admit.

But time, cruel and kind in equal measure, kept moving.

She started going out again, laughing at things that weren’t forced. The pain dulled, day by day, until one morning she woke up and realized she hadn’t thought about Chris the night before.

She was healing. Slowly, but surely.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷

Months later, they ran into each other at a coffee shop.

Y/N froze. Chris did too.

She had expected to feel the ache again, the suffocating weight of what they had lost. But instead, there was something softer. Nostalgia, maybe.

“Hey,” he said, hesitant.

“Hey.”

And then, somehow, they ended up sitting at a table, just the two of them trying to find common ground in the ruins of what they once were.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Chris admitted, stirring his coffee.

Y/N offered a small, sad smile. “Yeah… me neither.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“Do you think we could be friends?” he asked, carefully.

She thought about it. About all the pain, all the love, all the history between them.

She knows she's healing, that she still loves him, even if he doesn't feel the same way. But can you pretend to be friends with the person who made you love him and then broke your heart?

After a few minutes of thinking, she nodded.

“Yeah, Chris. I think we can try.”

Trying didn’t mean it would be easy. But for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t the end of their story.

Finally the wilted flowers went to the trash and the polaroids were kept in a box where she knows she will never look at them.

She thinks she's finally clean.

TYSM for reading!! I loved writing this, I hope you loved it!

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

—𝓐𝓷 𑁍

[sunrisemill]

IM BITING MY FIST SO HARD

I WANT BOAFF

“Edit so good we ovulating” - @textureofskin

<33

[saturnzskyzz]

I can't escape this shii anymore dudes 😭

[lyahh483]

I’m gonna keep my thoughts to myself

He’s doing this on purpose atp

[recklessmatt]

the mattitude in this video was insane (pls step on me)

[candysturn]

instagram keeps flopping me so here’s my most recent edit 😝

‼️ this is my edit (my ig is miffymatt)

[sturnioloho]

the way u can literally see the brat tamer mode turn on lol

[adoreechxmpion]

“Where are your parents!?” I’M DEAD😭😭

[nariclips]

someone tell chris ill account for his gibblys