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⭑𓂃 it’s sleepover time

pick: an influencer/girlie, a pj set, and a littlest pet shop

٠ ࣪⭑ angel’s pick 𓍯𓂃 tag who you want to see do this!

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@sofisturns @matts-cheetahprint-beanie @mattscoquette @freshloveee @whore4mattsturniolo @camzeecorner @espressqe @sonnysturns

˚⁺˳༚chris is so papa bf taking u on a date to the beach

cuties tap in .ᐟ

we’re going on a date ˚｡⋆. ♡

pick : a triplet, a jelly cat, and an erewhon smoothie

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ angel’s pick

inspired by @bernardsbendystraws tags 🤍🪽

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「 𝜗𝜚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ angel bby 」

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ introduction to my new fic!

chapters: 1 2

cw: smut, angst

his hands grip my waist tighter— as if he knows what he’s doing. like he thinks this means something, and i let him pretend it does.

he pushes into me again, slow and steady, god did it feel good. i gasp; however, it wasn’t from pleasure, it was habit. like muscle memory. i moan because i’m supposed to, no matter how good he could make me feel, nothing in me could care. nothing could erase the fact that mentally, i wasn’t present.

my back arches anyway, my lips part in some breathless moan that sounds more like a lie than anything else. he comes down to kiss my neck, like he loves me, and i can’t help but act like i do too.

i’m just praying he can’t see what i see. matt.

i shut my eyes as meaningless moans escape my lips once again, and all i see his matt, not the guy panting above be, not the one who’s bed i’m im tonight, but the one i can’t un-love no matter how many times i try.

i dig my nails into his shoulders, harder than i intend. “fuck- feels good,” i say, as i kiss him before he can say something sweet, before he could look at me like i’m worth holding onto. i don’t want to be held. i want matt.

i glance around the room while this guy—taylor? tyler?—buries his face in my neck again like he’s in love with the way i smell. i catch it all in a second: the scrunchie on his nightstand, definitely not mine. lip gloss smudged on the mirror. another girl’s noises echoing in the mess he never bothered to hide.

i’m not the only one he’s calling late at night.

it should bother me, but it doesn’t. if anything, it takes the weight off my chest. makes everything more numb. I grip his shoulders one more time, my nails digging in again like i’ll feel something if i leave marks. he groans my name like it means something, but it doesn’t, not if it’s not from matt. and i kiss him just to shut him up— to shut me up.

i don’t want soft. i don’t want connection. i want to feel temporary, to pretend i don’t care, to lose myself in someone who doesn’t want to be kept either.

but in the dark, behind closed eyes, and every hookup, it’s always matt.

the way he used to trace circles and whisper in my ear when he thought i was asleep. the way each time he said my name it felt like a promise. the way he said goodbye like it meant forever.

i keep moving. i keep pretending. i keep pushing it all down and praying it’ll stay this time.

but it never does.

hiiii babes! finally making my return with a fic

( no promises i finish it )

sturniolos on film ೃ࿔*:･ moodboard

missing their film era desperately ‧₊˚

y/n's pov

i watch as he gets up and passes me my clothes. the dimly lit room allowing me to ignore who he really is. "soo uh i'll call you later?" his words snapping me back into reality.

"huh?—oh.. yeah sure" i mumble back as i lazily put my clothes back on. truth is, i don't want him to call later. i didn't even want him to call in the first place.

he turns away for a second, distracted by something across the room, and my hand immediately reaches for my phone. i unlock it, checking my messages and notifications before i can even think about what i'm doing.

nothing. not from anyone important anyones. nothing from him.

my heart sinks anyways.

i scroll through my notifications. nothing but messages from my friends and one night stands trying to make something real. im pretending im aimlessly scrolling, when in reality im looking for someone else—or rather someone else.

matt.

i pretend to be shocked that i'm disappointed.

even after everything, every argument, every time i've told him im not going to wait for him anymore, some stupid part of me still expects his name to appear on my screen. wanting him to want me back.

except here i am, sitting in some other guys room—someone who was supposed to be a fresh start—still convincing myself tonight will be the night. the one where matt finally realizes im still here.

i lock my phone and collect the rest of my belongings before he can turn around.

"we still down for dinner tomorrow?"

fuck. the last thing i want to do is go on a date. it's one thing pushing my feelings down in bed, but its another having to do it over food.

"can we rain check? i know its last minute but i forgot i have to help kendall move into her new apartment," i lie.

"yeah, no problem" he says as he moves my hair out of my face. i can see the disappointment he's trying to hide. afterall, i've been avoiding going on dates with him more than anything.

i turn around and head for the door before he can give me a kiss goodbye. "see ya," i say not even turning around.

"bye! was nice having you ov—" i shut the door before he can finish.

...

the car ride home was brutal. normally i'd be geeked that a guy i liked invited me over, that i got to sleep with him, that he wanted me for more than just my body. but did i even like him? or was he just another distraction from whom i want the most. fucking matt.

trying to go to bed was even worse. i gave up on tossing and turning and opened instagram instead.

my stomach dropped. matt posted on his story.

to make matters worse, it was a picture of him and some other girls shoes.

i noticed their surroundings instantly. it was the dirty, black and white tiled floor of our favorite bar. fuck. he knows what he's doing.

who was she anyways? was she his girlfriend, or another one of his recent pick-ups from the bar? what matters most is that she seemed like someone special. someone other than me.

after overanalyzing his story, desperately searching for this girl who he has managed to leave no clues behind of her identity, i finally give up.

as i put my phone down and finally doze off i hear my phone buzzing.

one new message: long time no see

its matt.

au by @angeliolo

okkkk first chapter! matt's pov next ;)

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