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Bark

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okay hear me out the first clip is how he would be arguing with you 🫦🫦

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guys should i post a part 2 of enemies ?

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enemies part 1:

a/n: guys this is 1 of those yt shorts type shi fanfic sooooo don’t mind

summary: you got stuck with matt in a school trip. what do you do? 

pairings: matt sturniolo(e/n) x y/n (both of them are 18)

contains: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff

i’ve always hated matthew sturniolo. but for SOME reason all the teachers in my college knew that. that’s why i was put next to him for ALL of my lessons. it was a pain to sit with him. he’s always hated me back too. i’ve gotten along with his brothers well but he was a different story. like today.

“alright class, as you know we are going overseas to paris and you all are very privileged to be in this class and school as not many students can go overseas during school days,” my teacher, miss rachel said. she was my least favourite teacher. “privileged, my ass”, i muttered under my breath. i heard matt chuckle loudly. “ your funny” he said. i glared at him and said, “and your funny looking”. that got him to shut up, thankfully.

“alright class, i’m going to announce your partners for the trip, as in who you are going to be sharing a room with. okay number 1, stacy and lucas your together, lily and chloe, deven and alana, emily and dan and lastly matt and y/n !” she said. i blinked in shock. i worked so hard for this trip and… this is what i get ? a trip with my enemy. this means that i’m going to be stuck with him the whole time. tears filled my eyes. so much hard work, all gone to waste. i saw matt looking at me and i quickly blinked away my tears. the bell rang loudly and i picked up my bag and sprinted out of the classroom. 

saturday came quickly and so did my flight. i was dreading it more than anything. i was dressed in a white tank top, black cargos and a black jacket with air forces. after a while, i showed up to the airport. begrudgingly. it would be absolute pain sitting with matt in the plane. i sighed as i entered the airport and i managed to find my group. i put on my headphones, ready to block out my annoying teachers yapping. 

i walked up to the group and all their heads twisted towards me. i rolled my eyes as matt looked at me with a weird expression on his face. i ignored him and greeted them all. after what seemed like HOURS, our fatass teacher finally managed to drag her ass to the gate. we boarded the plane and matt and i sat next to each other. there was a row with three seats and matt and i sat there. EXCEPT that no one was sitting on the last seat. this is how our conversation went like:

y/n: can u like you know sit on the other seat ?

matt: no.

y/n: WHY ?

matt: because my bag needs a seat.

y/n: are you kidding me?

matt: nope.

y/n: *rolls her eyes*

so in the end, i was stuck sitting next to matt for a 7 hour plane ride. i sat down in exasperation, getting ready to have the best sleep of my life. i put on my headphones, cueing on some white noise. my eyes slowly shut and i fell drifted off into a deep slumber…

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panic attack

summary: when chris has a panic attack, your there to help him.

contains: pure fluff !

i came back from work, after a long day. i struggled to keep my eyes open as i set my bag down. i looked around, searching for chris, my boyfriend of 2 years. i sighed thinking he was probably in his room, after all it was past midnight. i took off my shiny black heels of my feet, delighted to finally have them off my feet. i went to the kitchen, in search for some food but couldn’t find any. i sighed as i climbed up the stairs to chris’s and i’s bedroom. 

i opened the door and stepped into the room. i looked around in confusion as chris was nowhere to be found. i knocked on the bathroom door, “chris…”? i asked, confused. 

i heard a muffle cry through the locked door. my eyes widened in shock. was chris crying? “chris? honey, open the door please,” i asked worriedly. “i-i cant,” is all i heard from the other side of the door. 

“chris, please. its me, y/n. i’m going to help you,” i pleaded. i heard the soft click of the bathroom door unlocking. i stepped inside cautiously, my heart shattering the moment i saw chris, dark red bloodshot eyes. he was shaking uncontrollably, sitting on the hard, cold bathroom tiles. i quickly ran to his side.

chris squeezed his eyes shut as more tears pored out. my heart stopped as i stared at him. i took his face in my hands and tried to look into his eyes. “chris, my love, what happened?” i asked softly. he avoided eye contact and looked at his feet in despair. “i-i do-don’t know… i c-c-can’t breathe,” he stuttered. he was having a panic attack. almost immediately, i sprang into action. i put my hand on his chest as i felt his heartbeat. it was so fast.

his shoulders were quivering and i put his palm on my chest, directly on my heart. “chris, can u feel my heartbeat?” i asked him. he took in shuddering breaths and nodded slowly. “good, can u match yours to mine?” he looked at me for the first time and pursed his lips together as he tried to match it. “ honey, can u tell me 1 thing you can smell?” i asked, in order to help him calm down. he looked deeply in my eyes, eyebrows scrunched together in thought, and i thought he looked adorable. he took a small sniff and said, “your lavender perfume”. 

i nodded. “can u tell me 1 thing you can see?” i asked again. “uh yo-you,” he said. i nodded once again. “now tell me 1 thing you can hear?” “yo-your vo-vo-voice”, he said. i nodded.

“feeling better ?” i asked he nodded. we slowly made our way to our bedroom. he layed down and so did i. he nuzzled his head into my chest. “what happened, chris?” i asked. after he few moments, he answered.

“i’m just stressed with all the work for our youtube channel. im forced to make new ideas every week for the videos and whenever i try to talk, i’m always forced to shut up. i can never talk. i feel like all my fans hate that i talk. i can’t control it, its so hard,” he blurted out. 

i took a few moments to respond. “chris, everyone loves you. if you ask your brothers, they will tell you that they really appreciate you for thinking of new ideas for a video. you may think you talk too much, but that’s what keeps the video going,” i said.

he looked thoughtful as he nodded and said, “thank you, y/n, i love you” “i love you too chris.” i said as we both drifted off to sleep, in each others arms.

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