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How they met pt2 d!c

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Y/n didn’t know what she was thinking when she agreed to leave with Chris. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, like she was more interesting than the party, more interesting than anything else going on in the room. Either way, she followed him out without hesitation.

The night air was crisp, a welcome contrast to the stifling heat inside the house. The distant hum of music was still audible, but out here, it was just them. Chris led her toward a sleek black car parked at the curb, pulling a cigarette from his pocket.

“You smoke?” he asked, offering her one.

She shook her head. “No.”

He smirked. “Didn’t think so.” He lit the cigarette and took a slow drag, watching her through the smoke. “So, y/n… tell me something real.”

She frowned. “What?”

He leaned against the car, exhaling lazily. “Everyone at that party is full of shit. They pretend to be something they’re not. I don’t like wasting my time with that. So tell me something real.”

Y/n hesitated, hugging her arms around herself. No one had ever asked her something like that before. It felt… strange. But also refreshing.

“I don’t really know who I am yet,” she admitted quietly. “I feel like I’m just… going through the motions. Doing what people expect me to do.”

Chris’s expression shifted, the teasing edge in his gaze softening. “Yeah? And what do you want to do?”

She let out a breath. “I don’t know.”

He studied her for a moment before pushing off the car and stepping closer, his presence warm despite the cold. “You ever done anything just because you wanted to?”

She swallowed. “I guess not.”

Chris smirked. “Then maybe it’s time you start.”

She looked up at him, her heart beating faster. His confidence was intoxicating, like he knew exactly who he was and didn’t care what anyone thought. And for some reason, she wanted a taste of that.

“What about you?” she asked. “Tell me something real.”

He chuckled, taking another drag. “Alright. Something real? I don’t regret what I do, but I know it’s not forever.”

Y/n tilted her head. “Then why do you do it?”

He exhaled smoke into the night air. “Because it’s easy. Because it pays. Because when you grow up with nothing, you learn to take what you can get.”

There was something raw in his voice, something deeper than the laid-back, cocky demeanor he showed the world. Y/n felt a strange pull toward it.

He flicked the cigarette away, watching her closely. “You scared of me yet?”

She shook her head. “No.”

Chris’s lips curved into a slow, amused grin. “Interesting.”

Silence stretched between them, thick with something unspoken. Y/n wasn’t sure what she was doing standing outside with him, alone in the dark, but she didn’t want to leave.

For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

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How they met d!c

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The party was in full swing—music pounding, bodies moving, the air thick with smoke and the scent of cheap liquor. It wasn’t her scene. Y/n wasn’t sure why she even agreed to come. Maybe it was the way her best friend had begged, promising she needed to “loosen up,” or maybe it was just exhaustion from always saying no.

Either way, here she was, standing awkwardly in the corner of someone’s packed living room, nursing a half-empty cup of something that tasted awful. She tugged at the hem of her sweater, feeling out of place among the sea of crop tops and ripped jeans.

Then, she saw him.

He was leaned back on the couch like he owned the place, one arm slung lazily over the backrest, a half-smirk playing at his lips. Dark eyes scanned the room with the kind of confidence that made people look away first. A cigarette dangled from his fingers, smoke curling toward the ceiling. People came and went, exchanging hushed words and quick handshakes, slipping him cash before disappearing back into the crowd.

She knew his type. She had heard the whispers. Chris Sturniolo. A dealer. Trouble.

She should have stayed away.

But for some reason, his gaze flicked to hers—and he didn’t look away.

Her breath hitched. He didn’t just glance. He watched. Like he was trying to figure her out.

Before she could second-guess herself, he was moving, pushing off the couch with the kind of effortless grace that made her stomach tighten. Within seconds, he was in front of her, close enough that she caught the scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne.

“You don’t look like you belong here,” he said, voice smooth and slow, like he had all the time in the world.

Y/n swallowed. “I… probably don’t.”

His smirk widened. “Honest. I like that.”

She shifted on her feet, unsure what to do under his gaze. “And you? You seem… comfortable.”

He chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette before tapping the ash onto an abandoned plate on the table beside them. “I guess you could say that. These things are predictable. Same people, same music, same bullshit.” He tilted his head. “But you? You’re new.”

Y/n wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She should have been intimidated, maybe even a little scared. But there was something about the way he looked at her—not just like she was another girl at a party, but like he was actually interested.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” he mused.

“I— I don’t really know what to say.”

“That’s alright. I can do the talking.” He leaned against the wall beside her, crossing his arms. “So, tell me, sweetheart… what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

She hesitated. “My friend dragged me here.”

“Ah,” he nodded knowingly. “And now she’s off somewhere, leaving you stranded.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Basically.”

Chris studied her for a moment, then exhaled a slow stream of smoke. “You don’t seem like the party type.”

“I’m not,” she admitted.

“Then why’d you come?”

She hesitated, then shrugged. “I guess I wanted to do something… different.”

He grinned at that, something almost approving in his gaze. “Dangerous.”

“I— I didn’t say dangerous.”

“But you’re talking to me,” he said, eyes glinting with amusement.

Y/n felt her cheeks warm. She hated how easily he flustered her. “And what does that mean?”

He smirked. “It means you’re more curious than you let on.”

She bit her lip, unsure if she should deny it. But the truth was… he wasn’t wrong. There was something about him that intrigued her. Maybe it was the way he was so at ease, like nothing could touch him. Or maybe it was the way he seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say, even though she was just some shy girl at a party.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked suddenly.

Her heart skipped. “What?”

He nodded toward the door. “Not like that, sweetheart. Just talking. Somewhere quieter.”

She should have said no. Every instinct told her that getting involved with someone like Chris Sturniolo was a bad idea.

But then she looked at him—really looked at him—and realized she didn’t want to say no.

So she took a breath, pushed past her nerves, and nodded.

“Okay.”

And just like that, her world shifted.

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Dealer!Chris

How they met

How they met - part 2

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Jealousy c.s

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Y/n and Chris had been dating for a few months now, and their Saturday tradition of hitting the mall together had become something they both looked forward to. She loved browsing the trendy clothing stores, while he humored her by tagging along, pretending to be interested. In return, she always let him drag her into the gaming shop or the sneaker store. It was a balance that worked for them.

Today was no different. The mall was packed with weekend shoppers, and the two strolled through the wide halls hand in hand. y/n was wearing a fitted crop top and jeans, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She noticed the way Chris’s eyes would flick to her every so often, full of admiration. It gave her a thrill, knowing how much he wanted her.

“I need to hit the bathroom real quick,” Chris said as they left a store.

y/n nodded. “Okay, I’ll wait here.”

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the crowd toward the restrooms. y/n pulled out her phone, scrolling mindlessly as she leaned against the railing near the escalator.

That’s when she heard a voice beside her.

“Hey, I don’t mean to be weird, but has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes?”

y/n turned her head to find a guy standing there, grinning at her. He was tall, muscular, and dressed in a designer hoodie. His confidence was obvious. Normally, she would shut something like this down immediately, but for some reason, she hesitated. Maybe it was curiosity—or maybe it was the idea of Chris’s reaction if he saw.

She smirked slightly. “That’s… an interesting way to start a conversation.”

“I mean, it’s true,” the guy continued, leaning against the railing beside her. “What’s your name?”

Before she could answer, she felt a familiar presence behind her.

Chris.

She didn’t even have to look to know. His body heat was radiating against her back, his posture stiff. When she finally glanced up, his jaw was clenched, his bright blue eyes dark with something primal.

The guy next to her hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Uh, this your boyfriend?”

Chris stepped forward, placing a possessive hand on y/n’s waist, pulling her into his side. His grip was firm, a silent but clear warning. “Yeah,” he said flatly, his voice edged with irritation.

The air between the three of them grew thick with tension. The guy raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, man, no disrespect. Just having a conversation.”

“Yeah? Well, the conversation’s over,” Chris snapped.

The guy chuckled, shaking his head as he backed away. “Alright, alright. Didn’t mean to step on any toes.”

As soon as he was gone, Chris turned y/n toward him, his hands still firm on her hips. His expression was a mix of irritation and something else—something darker.

“You enjoy that?” he asked, his voice low.

y/n tilted her head, biting her lip. “Maybe a little.”

Chris’s eyes flicked to her lips, then back up to her face. His grip tightened, pulling her even closer until their bodies were flush against each other. The jealousy was rolling off of him in waves, and y/n couldn’t deny how much it excited her.

“You think it’s funny?” he murmured, his voice now huskier.

She smirked, running a finger lightly down his chest. “I think it’s kind of hot.”

Chris exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

But the way his hands were roaming down her sides told a different story. y/n could feel the heat between them intensify, the tension crackling like electricity.

“You know I’d never actually be interested in some random guy, right?” she whispered, teasing him.

“I know,” he said, but there was still a possessive fire in his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t remind you exactly who you belong to.”

y/n shivered at his words, her heart racing.

“Good,” she murmured, smirking as she took his hand and led him toward the exit.

Shopping could wait.

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MASTERLIST

CHRIS STURNIOLO

MATT STURNIOLO

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Chris Sturniolo

One shots

Jealousy

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Dealer!Chris

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𝓁𝒾𝓁𝓎. 16. Chris girl. brunette. silver jewelry. purple. pink. Chase Atlantic. The Weeknd. Sturniolo fan 23’.

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