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chris

Yo Who’s That?

Night Night.

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cali’s series

Yo, Who’s That? —> P1 P2 P3 AU

In which YN moves from a small city in South Texas, to Boston. Her older brother Quinn introduced her to someone who was gonna make her freshman year a bit more interesting.

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cali’s au’s

organized user and gremlin chris —> :)

freshman user and sophomore chris —> :)

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Night Night.

a/n: hello my sweet babies!! this is from this au!!

contains: fluff, fluff, fluff, and fluff!!

9:47 pm on a sunday night at yn’s house.

i yawned as i clicked buttons on the pink tea pot. waiting for it to heat up. i loved making matcha before bed, it calmed me down. i feel a pair of two hands wrap around my waist. “hi, honey. how was your shower?” i murmur.

“good…i smell like a fuckin’ coconut though.” i giggle and sway with him left to right as he held me. i loved moments like this. his long arms wrapped around my waist, warm and sweet. “you come over all the time and forget to bring your toiletries.” i murmur softly as i poured the hot water halfway in the mug.

“why would i bring anything when i could just use yours?” he smirks, letting go of me as i make my way to the fridge, i grab a carton of milk and pour some in my mug. “so you don’t have to smell like a coconut dream.” i giggle softly. he smiles, scratching his head.

“but i love the way you smell. i don’t mind smelling like you too, pretty girl.” i smile and put some matcha powder and ice in my mug. “do you wanna go lay down?” i ask softly, sipping my matcha.

“yeah, cmon.” i nod and start walking to my room, he walks behind me, patting my ass cheeks like they were drums softly. i giggle and open my door. i had pink stuff everywhere. pink bedsheets, blankets, vanity, chair, desk, dresser, etc.

he jumps on my bed like a starfish. i smile and giggle, placing my matcha on my nightstand. i just stand and watch him for a moment. i’m in love with this goofy ass man. “come lay down, yn.” he says, pushing his head away from the pillow to look at me.

i murmur a soft “mhm” and get under the sheets. i look at him. he had on his grey sweatpants shorts and black fresh love shirt on. i turn to face him. i gently run my fingers through his damp curls. he closes his eyes. “i love you…” i whisper to him, pressing a kiss to his temple, my lips lingering there for a moment.

he yawns and looks up at me, “i love you too, my sweet girl.” he leans closer and kisses me softly, his hands on my cheeks, mine still in his hair. he pulls from the kiss and looks me in my eyes.

“did you finish writing in your planner?” he whispers, his eyes looking at different parts of my face. i smile softly, nodding. “i did…on tuesday you have an eye appointment.” “oh. i had no clue.” i giggle softly.

we both yawn in sync, making us smile. i wrap my arms around his neck, draping my leg across his lap and getting comfy. he leans over to turn off the lamp. “go night night.” i giggle, he smiles and kisses my lips softly. “you’re laundry duty tomorrow, christopher.” i whisper in his ear. “aw fuck.”

THANK YOU FOR READDING!!! SEND SOME RQ!! i also like doing the thingys where yall say “what is chris and yn doing rn?” and i respond i think its so cute. LOVE YAALLLLL!! @sturns-mermaid

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introducing... organized user and gremlin chris

"christopher, you left your dirty ass boxers on the floor again!" sweetie pie, soft kisses, lipgloss, anxious when plans are messed with, always busy, never napped in her whole life, energetic, sitting in front of mirror on the sink while doing makeup, fluffy blankets, nude nails, jeans, soft makeup, mineral water, stuffies, giggles.

“can you get me a pepsi from the fridge?” blanket hogger. goes with the flow. kisses. tits over ass. naps. constantly doing some silly dance move. can’t hold a pencil for a minute. hungry 24/7. grumpy in the morning. “pretty girl,” grilled cheeses, very forgetful.

DO WE LIKKKEEE???

lmk i’ll do some fics!!!

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hii, can I be tagged in your Yo, Who's that? Series pls?

of course mamas!!! ❤️❤️

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am i bisexual or a whore?…

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Yo, Who’s That?

Freshman!Reader X Sophomore!Chris

THIS IS P3

P1 HERE

A/N: This is a ra from my gorgeous mutual @sturniolobananas1 love youuuu!!! and YES i don't put uppercases in my writing, i apologize if you don't like that...!!

In which YN moves from a small city in South Texas, to Boston. Her older brother Quinn introduced her to someone who was gonna make her freshman year a bit more interesting.

there was no. fucking. way. his long fingered, veiny, huge, calloused hand…was on my thigh. christopher owen sturniolo had his hand on my thigh. mine!!

i look up at him, my face red and my nervous smile plastered on my face. he looks over at me. “what’s wrong, yn?”

me? huh? who? i wanted to look behind me as if he’s talking to the much more attractive girl behind me..but i knew no one was there. i look up at him, looking into his eyes. “what are you doing, chris?” i whisper gently.

he smirks, groping my thigh a bit harder. air gets caught in my throat, i gasp softly. i look away, at the menu. what can over him? what the hell is going on? i can’t say i dislike it, but i can’t say i’m not nervous.

i shift in my seat, my leg bouncing. he gently pushes my leg down, giggling and talking with matt. he’s trying to make my leg stop moving, to make me calm down a bit. he wasn’t even paying attention to me. i’m an attention whore. if the attention isn’t on me, i will change that.

i gently tug on the bottom of his jersey. he looks over at me. “whatcha getting?” i asked, peering up at him through my long lashes. i know what i’m doing, i’m really good at flirting with my eyes. i once got my lisp eaten by this guy because i batted my lashes at him. “alfredo…with a big ass meatball on top.”

‘i want your meatball’ is all i could think– i almost fucking said that.

he laughs softly, i giggle with him. his laugh– there’s no adjective to describe it. i wish i could play it on repeat forever. my eyes trace his face, jaw, and throat. that fucking adam’s apple. it’s so sexy. i let my eyes trail down to his collar bones, they’re so fucking sexy.

“what are you getting?” my thoughts were interrupted. probably for the better. i look up at him, smiling. “oh! i think i’m gonna get the shrimp alfredo.” i giggle. i don’t know why i was giggling. i gently put my hand on his that was sitting on my thigh.

i’ve only known him for a few months, but i really fucking like him. i wanted more from him, i wanted to be his i wanted to be his girl. i smile and gently rub my thumb across his knuckles. did he feel the same? does he like me back? is his feelings as strong as mine? i gently lick my lips, looking down at his. he does the same.

are we about to kiss right now?

HEELLLLLOOOOO?!!! i just wanted to say I KNOW THIS ISNT AS LONG AND IK YOU WANTED LONGER MY SWEET GIRL!!! but tomorrow i am gonna be ON A SICK ONE!!! tomorrow i will be at the library all day, so ill be able to maybe release a new au?!!! and maybe 2 more parts to ywt??? MAYBE MAYBE!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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THE LIPSSSSSSS

(ywt part 3 out today!!!)

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my phone froze…is matt okay?

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weird how you’re writing about freshman and sophomores but you’re 19….. ew

girl…don’t even it’s not like i wrote a fic about a minor and someone of age, im writing about two minors, not a 18+ and minor. i’m also not a child lover so please gtf off my page!!! ty for reading my fics!! ilysm!!

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Yo, Who’s That?

Freshman!Reader X Sophomore!Chris

THIS IS P2!!

P1 HERE

A/N: This is a rq from my gorgeous mutual @sturniolobananas1 love youuuu!!! and YES i don't put uppercases in my writing, i apologize if you don't like that...!!

In which YN moves from a small city in South Texas, to Boston. Her older brother Quinn introduced her to someone who was gonna make her freshman year a bit more interesting.

that fucking smirk.

“i know right? i scored 3 points.” he said, with that smug face. he’s a very cocky guy, i mean, why would he be? he knows he’s hot. he’s the captain of the lacrosse team of one of the best schools in somerville.

“your brother over here scored…one?” he chuckles, the sound i wish i could tattoo in my ears. quinn grumbles. “i scored like twice, cmon, man.” quinn tries to defend himself. i smirk, chris looks back at the road. “yeah, whatever.”

after the drive, we made it to the olive garden, and boy was i happy. i love food…if i went into eating competitions, id wipe out all the others. the olive garden was lively, full of many people, but its expected on a friday evening. i walked with my mom up to the front, i noticed my shoes were untied.

fuck…how long were they untied for?

i bend over, tying my shoes. quinn and chris were walking behind me. i felt someone bump into me from behind, i gasp and look up…

chris…

“oh shit, my bad, yn.” he pats my shoulder, smirking as he walks away with quinn and matt. what the fuck just happened?…i quickly stand back up and sit down at the table. my brain couldn’t stop replaying that moment in my head. my mind when fuzzy and my knees went weak.

what if he did it on purpose? what if he saw me and didn’t care? does he like me? why did he smirk? he definitely walked away smirking.

“and for you, honey?” my thoughts were brushed away by a nudge from quinn. i look up at the waitress. “a-ah…uhm a…a pibb?” i blurt out, toying with the hem of my old navy tube top. she nods and writes down my order. i already knew my cheeks were red. i feel a warm hand sitting on my left thigh. chris was to the left of me.

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i just work up from a dream that marylou passed away and i woke up CRYING SO HARD and i went though my phone…the queen is very much alive so i can save my tears but yall…that was genuinely so scary.

(ywt part 2 out today)