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‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ late night pizzas

bf!matt sturniolo x black!fem!reader

synopsis — blurb of you & matt deciding to make late night homemade pizzas

genre: fluff

scar yaps — kinda struggled to make this 'fluffy' but i hope u enjoy:)

- you're both in the kitchen throwing suggestions back and forth on what to make for dinner tonight until an idea pops up in your head.

- you look over at matt while shaking his shoulder to get his attention, "we should make homemade pizzas!!"

- the two of you gather up the ingredients/supplies and set them onto the counter.

- you begin to separate the dough equally into two parts for you and matt.

- matt's eyebrows pinch together with confusion, "what're you doin'?"

- "obviously separatin' the dough for us, matt ...," you reply, looking back at him with the same confusion he had on his face.

- "let's just make one big one; we're both eatin' the same thing anyway."

- matt rolls the dough flat as you start to open up ingredients needed like sauce, cheese, & etc.

- once you're done you notice matt making the pizza into a certain shape. "um, matt."

- "yes, baby?" he says, looking up at you while curving his hands at the top of the dough to make a heart.

- the heart looks a mess though so you're still confused on what he was trying to make.

- "you do know what pizza's look like right?" you ask, trying to stifle a laugh.

- he deadpans you and sighs, "'course i do. 'm tryin' to make a heart, stupid."

- even though you're surprised that the shape he's trying to make is in fact a heart, you still find the idea sweet.

- you smile, "you're so cute."

- matt claims he's done with his horribly made heart and steps back to let you put the toppings on the pizza.

- you dip the spoon into the sauce (taking a little bit too much) and spread it onto the dough.

- matt looks at you like you're crazy.

- "damn, might as well put the whole thing on there."

- "matt, please shut up and help me."

- matt reaches over for the cheese and begins to sprinkle it onto the sauce while you're still in the process of spreading it.

- "matt, baby, look what you're doin'," you say, looking up at him as he brings his hand down to the cheese to grab more.

- "huh wha- oh," he says, realizing what he's doing. "my bad, baby."

- despite a couple mistakes, the pizza is finally done and is put into the oven.

- once the timer set on your phone goes off you call matt to get the pizza out of the oven.

- when he places it down, he asks you to get the pizza cutter and he begins to try and cut the pizza into slices. (his idea of making the pizza into a heart making it one hundred times harder.)

- matt hands you an oddly cut slice of pizza, "here you go."

- "thank you," you say, grabbing the slice from his hands.

- "alright, on three let's both take a bite," he tells you, looking into your eyes.

- you nod.

- "okay. one, two, three..."

- you both take a bite at the same time.

- "waittt, it's lowkey not that bad!" you said enthusiastically, smiling as you took another bite.

- matt swallowed the first bite, "yeah, i'm givin' up this youtube thing. let's open a pizzeria together."

- you looked at him laughing, "not gonna lie, i'd for real do it."

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awkward

chris sturniolo x black!fem!reader

synopsis — an unexpected saturday night between your best friend leads to awkward tension; at least for you it does.

genre: angst/fluff(?)

scar yaps — first fic i'm scared as fuck !!!!!! pls be nice lmaoo

you sighed for almost the hundredth time today. you were currently laying on the 'L' part of your couch scrolling mindlessly through your instagram feed.

as much as you wanted to forget last night, you knew you couldn't. i mean, you just fucked your childhood best friend. how could you just get passed that so easily?

and to make matters worse, you left him in bed. by himself. you knew you shouldn't have been ghosting him. he's your best friend after all, but as much as you tried to convince yourself that last night wouldn't make anything awkward between the two of you; you knew you were deceiving yourself.

when you woke up the next morning in your bedroom instead of chris' you were met with a series of texts.

chris — 8:47 am

hey why'd you leave last night?

read at 9:09 am

chris — 9:24 am

can we talk? please?

read at 9:27 am

throughout the day he never seemed to give up. chris continued to send you text after text and you also continued your part; leaving said texts on read.

he had to give up the hope of you answering eventually, right?

well of course, you were completely incorrect as you heard hard banging at your front door. you raised your head from your phone, scrunching your face.

who the actual fuck is loudly banging on your door at nine p.m. on a sunday.

you hesitantly put your phone down on the couch and approached your front door. you looked through the peephole and you were met with the one face you absolutely did not want to see at your door, chris.

you took your head away from the peephole and unlocked the door.

as soon as the door opened chris pushed past you, "why haven't you been answerin' me?" he heads straight towards the spot you were once sitting in.

your eyes widened as you gave him an awkward smile, "um what're you talkin' about?"

chris looked up at you and rolled his eyes as a result of your unarticulated answer. "m'talkin' 'bout the texts i've been sendin' you almost every single hour," he said, his voice laced with frustration.

chris knew that you weren't going to answer him so he continued, "is this because we fucked? 'cause i can promise you that won't change nothin' between us."

as much as you wanted to appreciate the words that spilled from his mouth, you knew last night had the exact opposite effect on you. you knew how much the actions had already changed the way you saw chris. but, hearing that it didn't affect the way he saw you in the slightest stung a little.

"what if i want things to change between us," you answered, looking everywhere in your apartment but chris' face.

chris' eyes widened at your sudden confession. he stood up and walked over to where you stood near the door.

"what're you tryin' to say," he began to whisper as he got closer to you.

you put your arms around your torso out of a nervous habit and shrugged. "i dunno. i don't wanna ruin nothin' between us but at the same time... i now know that my feelings for you are stronger than i thought they were," you said rubbing small circles over your upper arm with your thumb.

chris kept his eyes trained on your face, still trying to focus your gaze on him. he wrapped his arms around your lower back and rubbed you reassuringly.

"why'd you leave me last night?" he questioned, repeating the same text you had ignored from earlier that day.

your eyes finally fixated on his. chris gave you an encouraging nod.

you sighed, "before we even had sex i was sort of aware of how much i was feelin' you. but, i also knew that nothing could've really happened between us because of how close we were 'n i didn't want to jeopardize what we had already. so when it did eventually happen i was kinda scared of the awkward tension it would bring into our friendship."

chris nodded after ever sentence you said. he was truly taking in every word that you voiced.

"m'so happy you said that, 'cause i was straight lyin' through my teeth when i said that last night didn't change us," chris said, chuckling.

you laughed along with him. "so.. what does this for us?" you asked, a smile gracing your lips.

"i mean...," he began, leaning closer and landing a quick kiss on your lips. "i want it t'mean we'll bring this to the next level."

you smiled, "and what does 'the next level' mean exactly?"

"i wanna be your boyfriend," he said, displaying the same wide smile you had plastered upon your face.

you brought your face closer to his, "yeah?"

chris subtly nodded, "yeah."

"i'd love to be your girlfriend," you said, cupping his face with your hands and placing a kiss on his lips; longer than the one you received from him before.