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Come back.. please? Part 2 (last part)

CEO!matt

Warning/tw: angst, smut, cheating?, language

Y/N

8:46

“I miss her.”

“Not you.”

Matt

8:47

“Cmonnnn ma don’t do this.”

“I said I’m sorry.”

“I’ll stop talking to her I swear.”

“At least come to work?”

“Cmon come home baby..”

Read, 8:48

You decided to ignore Matt and turn off your notifications. You roll over on your stomach on your bed and begin to sob into your pillow.

You lift your head off the pillow as you hear your phone ring.

Incoming FaceTime video,

Matthew

You reluctantly pick up your phone and answer the FaceTime call to be greeted with Taylor’s cute face.

You instantly break down into tears,

“Hi Taylor..” you smile softly despite your tears.

“Why you..- why’s mommy crying?” She looks away from the camera, at a figure out of frame.

“I dunno baby ask her..” you hear, Matt. His deep raspy voice.

You instantly freeze.

“Mommy are you okay..? Mom why you cryin…?” Taylor pouts over the phone, curious why her ‘mom’ is crying.

“I’m not baby.. my eyes are just watering..” you lie, trying to protect her from being worried.

“Mama please come back.. I miss you so much mommy.. me and daddy miss you.”

That hit deep, too deep.

You couldn’t help but give in,

“You miss mommy..?”

Taylor instantly nods

“Holy shit missed you so much ma..” Chris wraps his arms around you as you stand on the porch of his home.

You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him back, you hated yourself for it but it felt so good and right.

He changed, right..?

After a few beats you two end up in bed, tangled up in each others arms and legs, Taylor in bed sleeping.

He sets you on your back carefully,

“Baby open your legs f’me..”

Y/n opens her legs and throws her head back, Matthew gets in between her legs and lines his tip up to her wet open hole.

“You ready..?” He asks softly

“Just fuck me matthew..”

He doesn’t miss a second and slowly starts to push in, the sound of sheets being grabbed fills the room.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight.. please lemme.. lemme fill you..” he then maxes out and pushes the rest of his cock into you, your eyes squeezed shut.

“Cmon open those eyes baby.. wanna see em looking into me..”

“I want to see you come.. come all over.”

You couldn’t respond, only moans spilling out as he bottomed you out.

“You did so good ma..” he plays with your hair as you lay on his chest.

“I wanna shower..” you sit up off his chest and gather your clean clothes and a towel, walking into the bathroom without any words. He just stares at you in awe.

As you walk out the shower, towel wrapped around your body, you walk into the room. But Matt doesn’t see you , you see him though… he’s on FaceTime with Ariana.. you knew you shouldn’t have trusted him

“I thought you would’ve changed..” you speak up softly

He shoves his phone under the pillow hoping you didn’t see.

“Huh..? Baby whachu.. whachu talking bout..?”

“No don’t do that, I saw it.. I saw her face..”

He gets up and walks up to you.

“Oops.” That’s all he says, oops.

You can’t even say anything else, you just walk out his room, once again. It’s like a routine at this point.

“Yeah leave me and Taylor like you always do!” He yells at you as you walk out.

“Mama..?” You hear her voice.. breaking you.

A/n: who else cried/came🥹

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Matthew Sturniolo Fanfics (fluff)

I’ll take my usual (pt 1)

Christopher sturniolo fanfics (fluff)

Flower crowns

CHRATT fanfics (fluff)

Christopher sturniolo fanfics (smut/angst)

THIRTEEN PART 2 (this isn’t smut nor fluff, Idk where to put it)

THIRTEEN PART 1 (same as part 2 not smut or fluff)

COOKING W BF CHRIS

Matthew sturniolo (smut/angst)

Come back.. please?

I’ll take my usual (pt 2) (THIS IS ONLY IN SMUT BCZ HE JERKS IT 😔)

Chratt (smut)

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come back.. please?

CEO!matt

Warnings/tw:swearing, angst?, walking in while changing, arguing in front of children, shoving (not children!)

“You almost ready?” He asks, walking over to the bathroom door, one hand working on his belt buckle and the other opening the bathroom door.

You jump at the sudden movement of the door opening, you were in the middle of changing so you quickly cover yourself, “Jesus matthew I’m changing!”

He snickers and turns back around, closing the door behind him.

“Idiot..” y/n mumbles under her breath.

Matthew and y/n weren’t technically dating but they practically were. She basically lived at his house. Matthew had a daughter, the mom not in the picture, at least that’s what he told you. He has a daughter, her name is Taylor, Taylor was 4 years old and Matthew’s baby mama, Taylor’s mom, Ariana, left a few days after Taylor was born. But luckily matthew had found you, you started off as Taylor’s baby sitter but after time matthew had grown feelings for you, hearing his baby girl talk about how awesome y/n was. Matthew wasn’t ready for a relationship though so he had this “no label” thing going on. Everything was great, so you thought.

“Fuckkkkkk…” he mumbles into the pillow as he entered his and y/n’s bedroom. Him and y/n had just gotten home from work in the office. As he entered the room you followed behind him, sitting on the corner of the bed, the mattress sinking under you.

“I’m gonna hop In The shower yeah?” He lifts his head off the pillow speaking more clearly.

“Sounds good..” y/n smiled softly,

“Taylor is already in bed, I’ll put on a movie or something that we can watch when you get out..”

He didn’t give a verbal answer, just a nod.

He took his clothes to change in once he finished his shower and a towel into the bedrooms bathroom, leaving his phone behind.

You didn’t mind, you trusted him enough anyways.

After a few beats pass by you hear the shower turn on, but also you hear his phone going off like crazy. You look next to you, the phone faced downwards onto the bed. You tried to ignore it, really you did, but it was blowing up.

“Maybe it’s important..”

You thought in your head, you then picked up the phone to be greeted with text messages from Ariana, your stomach sank. You tried convincing yourself, telling yourself maybe she wants to know how Taylor is. But why would she want to know, she hasn’t visited once since Taylor was born. You then opened his phone, you knew his password because he’d told you multiple times prior.

ARIANA

8:42

“Hey baby, I miss you like crazy.”

“It’s been a few days since I’ve saw you..”

“You still with y/n.?”

Matthew

8:44

“Miss you so much Ariana.”

“I wasn’t with y/n in the first place.”

“She just watches Taylor really.”

“Which is stupid since I wish it was you.”

You couldn’t go through the text messages no more, you drop the phone on the bed, your hands shaking. Was that all you were to him..? A babysitter? I mean that’s what you were at first but all those times he’d whisper your name, say he loved you..? Was it even real? Was it just to keep you around..?

He then walked out the bathroom, towel around his waist.

“What’s wrong baby..?” He asks as he sees you, a hurt expression on your face.

“nothing…”

“Nuh uh don’t play that card, tell me.” He sat next to you, rubbing your back.

ding

His phone going off again.

“Get off matthew..” you push his arm off you.

“ hey, hey! What the fuck was that for?”

“Stop acting like you care!” You snap, tears in your eyes.

“What..?” He asked with a worried tone, did you figure out..?

“You said you didn’t talk to her..”

He instantly knew who you were talking about, he quickly stood up.

“You went through my phone..!?” Anger filling his tone

“You said you love me matthew..”

“Cmon baby I do!” He cries out, hoping you didn’t scroll to far through the texts

You grab his phone, opening it and reading out the texts.

“We weren’t a thing in the first place..” you repeat the text messages

“Baby no-“ he tries to grab the phone but you pivot away from him.

“All she does is watch Taylor?!” You scoff,

“Really? All I do it watch t-“ you get cut off by the door opening,

“Mama..?” Taylor peeks from the door, she’s grown so much onto you, she calls you mama.

“Oh baby..” you walk over and scoop her up.

“Mama what’s going on..” Taylor sniffles, tears in her eyes.

“Nothing baby me and d-“ you get cutoff by matthew.

“Put the damn kid down, Taylor go to bed damnit..”

She quickly scurries to her room.

“You’re unbelievable..” you say pushing past him, grabbing your bag full of stuff of the dresser.

“Where you goin princess?” He grabs your shoulders, pushing you back a bit.

“Leaving Taylor like her real mom did?”

You just stood there, in disbelief.

“Too far matthew..” you scoff once again and grab your bag.

Y/n walks into the hallway, matthew following her.

“Shouldn’t have went through my phone! This wouldn’t be happening!” He yelled down the hall.

He didn’t bother to keep chasing you.

Y/n walked out the door, tears filled her eyes.

You haven’t went to work in a few days since the incident. You wanted to avoid Matt as much as possible.

Matthew

8:42 am

“Please come back baby me and Taylor miss you.”

“She keeps asking where mama is..”

Y/n

8:46

“Tell her where real mama is.”

“Tell her the truth.”

“I miss her.”

“Not you”

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I’ll take my usual…

(THE MEETING PART ONE)

Tw/warnings:pure fluff

Y/n worked at a small cafe In New York City and honestly she loved her job, meeting new people, talking to people, getting numbers- things like that.

Matthew was walking around the city, his AirPod maxes on blasting clario, his phone in his pocket before he spots a small cafe on the corner, he could go for a nice warm coffee right now.

Once he enters the cafe he is treated by the sweet smell of coffees and pastries, he spots the counter to order at and smiles to himself, walking up to the counter he spots you come from the kitchen up to the counter, and he was mesmerized. Your small white apron and your blond hair in a claw clip.

“Hi welcome to catty cafe, what can I get you today?” You greet him with a warm smile on your face, admiring his pretty face, every freckle lining oh so perfectly.

His warm smile matching yours, he slides his AirPod maxes onto his neck so he can hear your sweet vanilla voice, “hi uhm can I get a..-“ he looks up at the menu before seeing something that sorta appeals him, “may I get a Cafe au Lait with a uhm..” he cuts himself off again looking at the menu, “I’ll take a Quiche please.. “ he smiles nervously, he was so lost in your pretty face.

“Yeah, will that be all for you?” You say smiling, once again looking at his pretty eyes and face.

He doesn’t give a verbal answer and he just nods.

“That will be..-“ you do the calculation on your cashier and look up at him, “12.65$” .

He smiles and nods again, before any more words are spoken you go behind the counter and start up the coffee machine, pouring coffee into a mug with steaming milk oozing into the cup, making the perfect Cafe au Lait, you move onto the Quiche and grab one out of the mini oven, putting it in a small paper baggie before walking back to the counter with the pastry and handing it too the brunette man, your touch lingering for a few beat too long.

Once he paid and got his food and coffee he sat at a small corner near the counter just to be close to you, and you weren’t complaining, eventually he finished his food and drink and gets up and walks to the counter once again, he figures since literally no one is here it wouldn’t hurt to make small talk.

“H-hi uhm I just wanted to say the food and coffee was really really good.. and uhm it was yummy..” he says awkwardly.

“Thank you, yknow I get better with each coffee I make , maybe you should come again!” You giggle and smile.

He was looking around your apron to see if you had a name tag but you didn’t, “hey uhm this might be weird but would you mind telling me your name?.”

“No it’s not weird at all, my name is y/n,” she pauses, “what’s your name?”

“I-I’m Matthew..”

A/n:this is my first series so yay, this is just the first part I’ll be prob making new part’s every day or so.

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I’ll take my usual..

(Can I call you?… PART TWO)

Tw/warning:jerking off, fluff ig

Once he got home to his humble adobe he immediately crashed into his bed, pulling out his phone. God he wish he had gotten your number and not just only your name. Then it clicks, he should come to the cafe again tomorrow. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and your pretty little face. His mind racing, and his sweatpants tightening , he couldn’t take it anymore and slid his hand into his pants and through his boxers, wrapping his hand on the base of his cock, stroking up and down.

Loud exhales and inhales coming and leaving his mouth as he pumps his cock up and down, precum leaking from the tip.

Once again he’s walking in New York City and walks into your shop, seeing y/n pretty face, flashbacks of what he did last night, you see his face and recognize him, a smile lighting up her face.

“Matthew right? From yesterday!”

He smiles and nods clearly happy you recognize him.

“What would you like today?” You ask with that sweet smile

“Uhm can I take the Cafe au Lait and the Quiche please..” he ordered the same as yesterday.

You nod and go to the back, pouring the coffee and the piping hot milk in the mug, and grabbing the Quiche pie out the oven , putting it in a small paper baggie.

You walk to the counter and place the baggie and mug in front of him, “that will be 12.56$” you sweetly smile and he takes out his card.

He sits as the same table as yesterday, right by the counter. He sets his stuff down and walks up to the counter again.

“Hey uhm y/n yeah? I was wondering just possibly could you give me your number…?” His awkward dementor creeping back

Y/n smiles and nods, “yeah that- yeah sounds good…”

She gives him her phone and watches as he I puts his number

“C-can I call you later?” He asks nervously, lighting up as she agrees.

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TEACHERS PET

inspired by an edit i saw on tiktok. 

DISCLAIMER!!- i do not support melanie martinez,i simply just saw an edit on tiktok and it gave me inspiration to make this fanfiction.

I DO NOT SUPPORT OR LIKE MELANIE MARTINEZ.

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warnings: suggestive, age gap (legal), angst, forbidden attraction, school setting, slow burn

chris sturniolo (28) x genevieve (19), teacher!chris x teacherspet!genevieve

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senior year, again. genevieve never thought she’d be back in the same hallway, same scratched-up desk, same stained ceiling tiles staring down at her like they were judging her too.

but this year… something was different.

room 2B. new literature teacher. new rumors.

“mr. sturniolo’s fine as hell,” some girl whispered to genevieve as they walked into class the first day. she didn’t care—until she did.

he looked nothing like what she expected. maybe mid-to-late twenties, messy brown hair that he clearly didn’t try hard enough to tame, rings on his fingers (that he shouldn’t be wearing in school, but god, it worked), and a stare so sharp it cut right through her the second she slouched into her seat at the back.

“you must be genevieve knight.”

his voice was low. calm. but the way he said her name was… deliberate.

“yeah,” she muttered, barely meeting his eyes. “lucky me.”

the first few weeks passed slow and heavy. she knew it was wrong—the way she stared a little too long when he leaned over the desk, how she kept raising her hand just to hear him say her name again, softer than he said anyone else’s.

then came tuesday.

she dropped her pencil box mid-class. loud crash, a few heads turned.

he was the first to kneel down beside her desk, long fingers collecting scattered pens without saying a word. when she reached for the last one, her hand brushed his.

they both froze.

for a second—barely a second—there was this electric stillness.

like the universe held its breath.

until a cough from the front broke it.

he cleared his throat, stood up quickly, and handed the box back without looking her in the eye. “be more careful.”

his tone was cool again. controlled.

but his fingers trembled.

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genevieve started dressing up more for his class. lip gloss. heels. short skirts that barely passed code.

was it a game? maybe.

maybe she wanted him to break. maybe she wanted to break, too.

one afternoon, she stayed late. detention for skipping gym.

but it was him supervising.

“thought you’d be used to staying after hours,” he said, a teasing edge in his voice.

she rolled her eyes but didn’t answer.

minutes passed. silent.

then—

“do you always look at your teachers like that?” he asked, not looking up from his papers.

her heart stopped.

“only the ones that make it hard not to.”

his pen paused mid-stroke.

he looked at her, really looked at her—eyes dark, jaw tight, knuckles white around the pen.

“this isn’t a game,ms.knight.”

“i know.”

but it kind of was.

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after that day, things got weird.

his gaze lingered longer.

he called on her less.

he stayed behind after class more, always “grading papers”.

and every time she walked past his desk, she could feel the tension thick in the air like a storm about to break.

she wanted him to snap.

she needed him to.

but he was good.

too good.

and she hated that.

because the truth was, she wasn’t some perfect student. she didn’t pass last year for a reason. she felt like a failure—until she saw the way he looked at her like she was something else.

like she was dangerous.

and maybe, just maybe, he liked the danger.

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detention. 4:47 PM. the classroom is empty. almost.

genevieve was late on purpose.

again.

when she walked into room 2B, the door creaked a little too loud on its hinges, echoing through the almost-dark classroom.

sunlight spilled in slanted streaks across the desks, dust floating like tiny secrets in the air.

chris was already there.

seated at his desk. sleeves rolled up. reading glasses perched on his nose.

he didn’t look up. but she saw the way his jaw clenched.

“you’re fifteen minutes late,” he said, pen scratching against paper.

“figured you’d like the quiet,” she replied, dropping her bag down way louder than necessary.

“you’re not here to test me, genevieve.”

his voice was flat. warning.

but his hands paused.

she sauntered over, pulling out a chair in the front row—closer to him than needed.

“you sure? you act like you don’t like it,” she said, voice sugary-sweet, laced with venom.

he finally looked up.

eye contact.

that dangerous kind.

the kind that made your skin burn.

“you think this is funny?” he said. voice low now. deeper. darker.

she bit her lip.

“no. i think it’s cruel… that you won’t admit what this is.”

he stood up, slowly.

walked from behind his desk.

every step was quiet—but heavy.

now he was just a foot away from her.

“what is this, genevieve?”

his tone was biting. sharp like glass. but his eyes… they were soft. hurt. like he was fighting himself.

she tilted her chin up, defiant.

“i think you know.”

he stared at her.

then laughed, bitterly.

“you’re a kid.”

her smile dropped.

“i’m nineteen.”

“you’re my student.”

“and you’re the only person who makes me feel like i’m not a total fuck-up.”

she didn’t mean to say it.

but it spilled. raw. too real.

he blinked. just once.

“genevieve…”

the way he said her name. it wasn’t scolding. it wasn’t warning.

it was… broken.

like he was seconds away from giving in.

she stood up. chest brushing against his.

close enough to kiss. close enough to feel the war in both their bodies.

“if you’re gonna push me away,” she whispered, “do it now.”

his eyes flicked down to her lips.

once.

twice.

his breathing got uneven.

he reached up, gently—barely—his fingers brushing a strand of her hair away from her cheek.

that was all.

then he stepped back.

like it hurt.

“go home, genevieve.”

his voice cracked.

she didn’t move.

“go,” he said again, quieter.

she picked up her bag, not saying a word, and walked out.

her hands were shaking.

and she swore—just before the door shut behind her—she heard the sound of his fist hitting the desk,hard.

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 late evening. school library. it’s raining. the lights are low. only one lamp on in the corner.

genevieve shouldn’t have been there.

but neither should he.

she was hiding in the back corner of the library—just wanted to skip the stupid school-wide storm drill and sit alone. headphones in. hoodie up.

but then she saw him.

chris.

christopher sturniolo.

he looked stressed—paperwork in hand, hair even messier than usual, stormlight flashing against the sharp angles of his face every few seconds from the huge window behind him.

he hadn’t seen her.

yet.

she stood up from between the shelves, heart pounding.

when he turned and saw her, he froze.

“…genevieve?” his voice dropped to a whisper, like he wasn’t sure if she was real.

“hi.”

that’s all she said.

because if she said anything else, her voice would shake.

“you’re supposed to be with your class,” he said, walking toward her, face serious.

“you’re not.”

they were inches apart now.

again.

“you have to stop doing this,” he murmured.

“what am i doing?”

“looking at me like that,” he said.

“like what?”

he didn’t answer.

because thunder cracked and the lights flickered, and for a split second it felt like the world was holding its breath.

again.

genevieve stepped closer.

“you want to kiss me so bad it’s killing you.”

his eyes shut like her words physically hurt.

and then he cracked.

his hand was at her waist, pulling her in—fast, like he’d been holding back for too long.

and then—

his lips were on hers.

not soft. not slow. desperate. angry. forbidden.

he kissed her like he hated himself for it. like it was the last time he’d ever feel anything this real.

she gasped against his mouth, fingers curling in his shirt.

he backed her against the bookcase, hands on her hips, breath heavy and fast.

it was too much.

it wasn’t enough.

but it couldn’t last.

he pulled back suddenly, breathing hard, eyes wide.

“fuck,” he whispered, stepping away.

his lips were red.

his hands shaking.

genevieve just stood there.

silent. dazed. wanting more.

“this can’t happen again,” he muttered.

but he didn’t sound convinced.

she walked past him—slow.

paused by the door.

“then you better stay away from me.”

she looked back over her shoulder, eyes burning.

“because i won’t stop.”

and then she disappeared into the storm.

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things had changed since the kiss.

he avoided her in class.

called her by her last name now.

never looked her in the eyes.

but it didn’t matter.

because she saw the way his hands still shook when she walked past.

she saw how tightly his jaw clenched when she sat in the front row.

he was unraveling.

and she loved it.

so when she “accidentally” left her notebook in his classroom and came back after hours—she wasn’t surprised when he was still there.

alone.

his back was turned, eyes out the window, sunset bleeding across the whiteboard behind him.

“forgot my notebook,” she said, voice light, fake-innocent.

he didn’t turn.

“you need to stop.”

his voice was low. almost broken.

she didn’t listen.

walked closer.

shut the classroom door behind her.

“do you really want me to?”

barely a whisper.

he turned then.

eyes burning.

“yes.”

a beat.

“…no.”

and that was all it took.

his hands were in her hair, her arms wrapped around his neck, lips crashing again like they were both starved.

his mouth moved to her jaw. her neck.

“fuck, genevieve…”

like her name alone was a sin.

she tugged him down into a chair, straddling him.

his hands gripped her waist, firm, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go.

“we shouldn’t be doing this,” he breathed into her skin.

“then stop.”

she kissed him harder.

his ringed fingers dragged under the hem of her shirt—just once. just enough to make her gasp.

then—

a knock.

the door handle twisted.

“mr. sturniolo?”

it was another teacher.

chris froze.

his entire body tensed beneath her.

genevieve jumped off him, smoothing her shirt, fixing her hair like her heart wasn’t about to explode.

he shot up too fast—face flushed, breathing uneven.

“just—just a second!” he called out, voice cracking.

she bolted to the far side of the room, pretending to search for her notebook.

he opened the door a crack, blocking her from view.

“hey. sorry. i was just… helping a student with an essay.”

“oh,” the other teacher said. “your car’s still here. just wanted to make sure you weren’t locked in.”

they chatted for thirty more seconds that felt like hours.

then the door shut again.

silence.

he didn’t look at her.

“that can’t happen again,” he said, breathing like he’d run a mile.

“i mean it.”

she didn’t argue.

didn’t flirt.

didn’t say anything.

just picked up her notebook, eyes low.

walked out the door.

but before she left—

she paused.

“then maybe next time… lock the door.”

and the smirk on her lips almost made him lose it again.

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𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝓊𝓋𝑒𝓇. 𝒟𝒾𝑜𝓇. 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓌 𝐵𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒹’𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁. 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒. 𝒮𝒶𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓀. 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓈. 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎’𝓈. 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝑒. 𝒟𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒟𝓇 𝒫𝑒𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇. 𝒟𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒫𝑒𝓅𝓈𝒾. 𝒯𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓇 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓎. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉. 𝐵𝑜𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇.

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I’ll take my usual..

(Can I call you?… PART TWO)

Tw/warning:jerking off, fluff ig

Once he got home to his humble adobe he immediately crashed into his bed, pulling out his phone. God he wish he had gotten your number and not just only your name. Then it clicks, he should come to the cafe again tomorrow. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and your pretty little face. His mind racing, and his sweatpants tightening , he couldn’t take it anymore and slid his hand into his pants and through his boxers, wrapping his hand on the base of his cock, stroking up and down.

Loud exhales and inhales coming and leaving his mouth as he pumps his cock up and down, precum leaking from the tip.

Once again he’s walking in New York City and walks into your shop, seeing y/n pretty face, flashbacks of what he did last night, you see his face and recognize him, a smile lighting up her face.

“Matthew right? From yesterday!”

He smiles and nods clearly happy you recognize him.

“What would you like today?” You ask with that sweet smile

“Uhm can I take the Cafe au Lait and the Quiche please..” he ordered the same as yesterday.

You nod and go to the back, pouring the coffee and the piping hot milk in the mug, and grabbing the Quiche pie out the oven , putting it in a small paper baggie.

You walk to the counter and place the baggie and mug in front of him, “that will be 12.56$” you sweetly smile and he takes out his card.

He sits as the same table as yesterday, right by the counter. He sets his stuff down and walks up to the counter again.

“Hey uhm y/n yeah? I was wondering just possibly could you give me your number…?” His awkward dementor creeping back

Y/n smiles and nods, “yeah that- yeah sounds good…”

She gives him her phone and watches as he I puts his number

“C-can I call you later?” He asks nervously, lighting up as she agrees.

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IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEER

Anyways excited for u to write again😋

all i wanna do is write angsty smut with matt sturniolo but i have to write these fuckass essays instead 😞

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The fandom rn

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My dog reveal 🤓

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I’ll take my usual…

(THE MEETING PART ONE)

Tw/warnings:pure fluff

Y/n worked at a small cafe In New York City and honestly she loved her job, meeting new people, talking to people, getting numbers- things like that.

Matthew was walking around the city, his AirPod maxes on blasting clario, his phone in his pocket before he spots a small cafe on the corner, he could go for a nice warm coffee right now.

Once he enters the cafe he is treated by the sweet smell of coffees and pastries, he spots the counter to order at and smiles to himself, walking up to the counter he spots you come from the kitchen up to the counter, and he was mesmerized. Your small white apron and your blond hair in a claw clip.

“Hi welcome to catty cafe, what can I get you today?” You greet him with a warm smile on your face, admiring his pretty face, every freckle lining oh so perfectly.

His warm smile matching yours, he slides his AirPod maxes onto his neck so he can hear your sweet vanilla voice, “hi uhm can I get a..-“ he looks up at the menu before seeing something that sorta appeals him, “may I get a Cafe au Lait with a uhm..” he cuts himself off again looking at the menu, “I’ll take a Quiche please.. “ he smiles nervously, he was so lost in your pretty face.

“Yeah, will that be all for you?” You say smiling, once again looking at his pretty eyes and face.

He doesn’t give a verbal answer and he just nods.

“That will be..-“ you do the calculation on your cashier and look up at him, “12.65$” .

He smiles and nods again, before any more words are spoken you go behind the counter and start up the coffee machine, pouring coffee into a mug with steaming milk oozing into the cup, making the perfect Cafe au Lait, you move onto the Quiche and grab one out of the mini oven, putting it in a small paper baggie before walking back to the counter with the pastry and handing it too the brunette man, your touch lingering for a few beat too long.

Once he paid and got his food and coffee he sat at a small corner near the counter just to be close to you, and you weren’t complaining, eventually he finished his food and drink and gets up and walks to the counter once again, he figures since literally no one is here it wouldn’t hurt to make small talk.

“H-hi uhm I just wanted to say the food and coffee was really really good.. and uhm it was yummy..” he says awkwardly.

“Thank you, yknow I get better with each coffee I make , maybe you should come again!” You giggle and smile.

He was looking around your apron to see if you had a name tag but you didn’t, “hey uhm this might be weird but would you mind telling me your name?.”

“No it’s not weird at all, my name is y/n,” she pauses, “what’s your name?”

“I-I’m Matthew..”

A/n:this is my first series so yay, this is just the first part I’ll be prob making new part’s every day or so.

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INTRODUCING…

Barista!user

Customer!matt

Working on a new series!

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Sending prayers ml💕😔

please listen to me.

If anyone hasn’t noticed, i’ve havent been active for months now.

I have a chronic illness. These past two weeks are the toughest i’ve ever had.

I have had a consistent headache, my heartrate is at 173 laying down, i can’t move, typing this hurts. My nose bleeds 3-4 times a day, i constantly feel hot and dizzy, i’ve been passing out. I’ve had nurses over and taking my blood pressures and sugars everyday.

I’m here to say that i will inevitably be dying. I am nearing the end.

I’m scared. so fucking scared. I’m young and haven’t had the chance to find friends, find out who i am, do everything on my bucket list, grow up, get a boyfriend, live my life, find out what hobbies i like.

I can’t sleep anymore because i don’t know what day i won’t wake up.

I love you all so much, and i’m thankful for my time on this app. I’m thankful that the sturniolo fandom has brought me so much joy and peace over the past 2 years.

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guys i saw this in a comment it was a photo from someone else WHAT IS HAPPENING and where are they getting this info from💔💔

are the.. sturniolo’s aware of them quitting…..?