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[angeliolo]

angeliolo

꒰ა ‧₊˚ ⋆ i'm angel! she/her. matt's. 18. socal.

about my page .ᐟ 𓂃 internet diary + sturniolos ˚。⋆. ♡

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「 𝜗𝜚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ angel bby 」

[angeliolo]

remember everything

y/n's pov

au by me and @sofisturns

˚✧⁺˳༚ smut w/ plot, oral ( f! receiving ), loss of virginity, unprotected p in v, absolutely gut wrenching, heart warming

continuation of this

“you’re driving me crazy” he breathes, sliding his hands under the hem of my shirt, his cold hands sending shivers through my warm skin

“good” i reply, teasing him as a small grin creeps onto my face, but im cut off as chris attaches his lips below my ear.

i tilt my head back, allowing more room for him to attack my neck. the feeling of his kisses on my skin, alone, are enough to have me going absolutely insane. his hands suddenly creep out my shirt, along with his lips detaching from my neck.

“why’d you st-” i begin to say, as i watch chris pull of his t shirt with ease, revealing his lightly toned physique. i place my hand on his chest, tracing it around his skin slightly, as i reach up to place a soft kiss on his lips, before pulling away to take off my own top.

as i leave myself partially exposed, i paused. i wasn’t used to feeling nervous about hooking up with boys, if anything i was always confident. but this time it was different. i’d never hooked up with someone who i cared about this deeply. never with someone who i considered something more than a one time thing.

i’m snapped out of my trance by the feeling of chris brushing my hair out of my face. “you okay?”

i nod, continuing to trace my finger down his chest. “more than okay. i want this. i want you” i say, my voice soft and certain, before i wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into another kiss.

he groans into my mouth, hands sliding past my waist to grip the back of my thighs. in one fluid motion, he lifts me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. our lips stay locked as he carries me across the room, then lowers me onto my bed with a soft thud, his body following close behind, heat radiating between us.

the mattress dips under his weight as he hovers over me, bare chest brushing mine with every breath. For a second, we just look at each other, tension crackling between us—then his mouth finds mine again, this time hungry and unrestrained.

his hands roam, one cradling my jaw, the other skimming over my waist, then up my back to the clasp of my bra. I arch into him, kissing him deeper, tongue meeting his in slow, deliberate strokes that grow hotter with each pass.

“this okay?” he says, his fingers playing with my clasp. i nod, allowing him to fully leave me exposed

his breath hitches as he looks me up and down. “fuck- you’re perfect y/n.” before attacking my chest, in sloppy, yet intimate kisses .

"chris" i whisper out, propping myself up by my elbows, as i watch him pepper my stomach with little kisses, slowly trailing down to my waist.

i thread my fingers through his hair, my breaths growing heavier with each kiss he plants lower and lower. the anticipation coils tight in my stomach, every nerve in my body alive and reaching for him.

chris glances up at me through hooded eyes, his lips curving into a mischievous smirk as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, dragging them down agonizingly slow. "this okay?" i lift my hips to help him, which was all he needed to know he was okay to continue. my body was already aching for more of him, more of his touch, more of us.

once i’m left in just my underwear, he tosses my shorts somewhere across the room without a second thought. his hands trail up the insides of my thighs, teasing, so light it’s almost maddening. i bite my lip, trying to stifle the needy whimper that builds in my throat.

“you’re driving me crazy, you know that?” chris murmurs, voice low and rough against my skin as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh, dangerously close to where i need him most.

i can’t help the small, desperate noise that escapes me, my hips twitching toward him on instinct. he chuckles under his breath, the sound vibrating against me, before he finally gives me what i’ve been silently begging for.

my head falls back against the pillows as the pleasure hits me all at once, a soft gasp leaving my lips. i can feel his hands gripping my hips firmly, anchoring me as he circles my clit, with a patience that feels both sweet and torturous. every movement, every kiss, every breath feels deliberate — like he’s savoring every second of this just as much as i am.

“chris,” i breathe out again, one hand still tangled in his hair, the other gripping the sheets beneath me like a lifeline.

he looks up at me again, eyes dark and filled with something deeper than just lust — something that has my heart racing even faster. something real.

“fuck, y/n. you're so wet, so perfect. all for me” he says softly, before diving back into my heat, devouring every inch like it was the last thing he was going to do. everything was so sloppy— so hot and messy, yet somehow, in that moment, i know he means more than just right now. he means always.

i can barely catch my breath, my body writhing beneath him as he works me over with relentless devotion. every flick of his tongue, every rough glide of his fingers against me sends sparks shooting through my veins, building a tight, desperate heat in my core that has me teetering on the edge.

“chris—” i gasp, my voice breaking around his name, my thighs trembling around his shoulders. he only grips me tighter, anchoring me to him like he knows i’m seconds away from falling apart.

“that’s it, baby,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations of his voice making me cry out. “let go for me. i’ve got you.”

"baby." the nickname drives me insane. his words, the way he says them — like i’m the only thing that matters — it’s too much. the pressure inside me snaps, and i come undone with a broken moan, my whole body arching off the bed, hands tugging helplessly at his hair as the pleasure crashes over me in wave after wave.

chris doesn’t let up, riding out every second of my release, his hands steady on my hips, grounding me as i tremble under his mouth. it’s overwhelming — the way he gives himself to me so completely, the way he watches me like i’m something sacred.

when i finally collapse back onto the bed, breathing hard, my body limp and buzzing with aftershocks, chris trails soft, reverent kisses up my stomach, my ribs, my chest — all the way until he’s hovering over me again, his forehead resting lightly against mine.

“you’re incredible,” he whispers, voice rough and full of awe, like he still can’t believe i’m real.

i smile lazily, still catching my breath, one hand brushing his jaw tenderly. “only because of you,” i whisper back, before pulling him into a sloppy kiss to his lips — fervent and needy, causing him to groan against my lips.

my fingers slide up over his shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles before burying in his hair, pulling him even closer. He groans into my mouth again, pressing me down against the mattress, every inch of him hot and solid against me as the kiss deepens—teeth grazing lips, breaths tangled and messy.

"can't get enough of me, huh?" he teases, breathlessly chuckling.

“i can’t leave you with a hard-on after you just gave me the best orgasm of my life,” i tease back, my voice breathless, but my heart pounding out a completely different rhythm underneath my boldness.

he grins crookedly, but it fades almost immediately into something more serious — a quiet hunger, yes, but also tenderness. love.

he leans back onto his knees between my legs, reaching for the waistband of his sweats. he hooks his thumbs in and slides them down, tossing them off the bed without ceremony. his boxers come down with them, leaving him fully exposed in the dim light.

my breath catches slightly at the sight of him, nerves and excitement tangling inside me in a messy knot. he’s beautiful — strong, a little messy, but still looking at me like i’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

he crawls back over me, the heat of his bare skin against mine making my body arch into him instinctively. he kisses me again — slow, deep, grounding — before pulling back just enough to brush my hair away from my face.

i pull away from the kiss briefly. "i've never done this before," i admit.

i can see the slight suprise on chris' face, after i admit my virginity to him. "that's okay, we don't have to," he says, cupping my face, before placing a kiss to my forehead.

"no no. i want this. i need this, if anything i need you. please"

“you sure?” he asks, his thumb stroking across my cheekbone, voice rough but steady. “we can stop whenever you want.”

i shake my head immediately, no hesitation in my chest. “i’m sure,” i whisper. “i want you. i want this… with you," i reassure him

his eyes darken even more, and he exhales shakily like he’s been holding his breath this whole time. he kisses me again, softer this time, almost reverent, and when he pulls back, his hand trails down my body — a slow, warm glide — until he’s positioning himself at my entrance.

he pauses, giving me one last moment, one last chance to back out. but there’s no fear, no second thoughts. just the two of us, tangled up in something so much bigger than just lust.

i nod, tightening my legs slightly around his waist, my hands pulling him down closer.

“okay,” he breathes out, voice barely more than a whisper. “i’ll go slow.”

he presses into me, slow and careful. i gasp at the feeling — the initial stretch a sharp, burning sting that makes my fingers clutch at his shoulders. he stills immediately, forehead resting against mine, his hand cradling the back of my neck.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs, voice strained with how hard he’s holding himself back. “just breathe. i’ve got you.”

his words, his touch, the steady thud of his heart against my chest — it all helps, slowly relaxing my body around him. the pain dulls, replaced by a fullness that feels heavy and new, but not unbearable.

it feels like us.

when i nod again, giving him the tiniest whisper of a “move,” he does — carefully, pulling out just a little before easing back in. the rhythm is slow, tender, every movement like a vow he’s making with his body.

soon enough, the discomfort fades almost completely, replaced by a deep, building pleasure that has me tilting my hips up to meet him, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“you feel… fuck, you feel so good,” chris rasps, his hips moving a little more confidently now, though he’s still being so gentle it makes my heart ache.

his hand slides between us, finding my clit with practiced ease, circling it in time with his slow thrusts. the combination of everything — the feeling of him inside me, the way he’s touching me like i’m something fragile and precious, the quiet sounds he’s making just for me — it builds quickly, overwhelming in the best possible way.

it’s not long before i’m unraveling under him, my body clenching tight around him as i cry out his name, my orgasm crashing over me, pulling him right along with me.

he groans low in his chest, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside me, falling apart in my arms.

for a few seconds, neither of us moves, caught up in the aftershocks of everything we just shared.

his forehead stays pressed to mine, his breathing ragged against my skin, his hand still cradling my face like he can’t bear to let me go.

finally, he lifts his head just enough to kiss me — soft and slow and full.

“i love you,” he whispers against my mouth, voice breaking a little.

tears sting my eyes as i smile, pulling him even closer. “i love you too,” i whisper back, my voice shaking with how much i mean it.

this wasn’t just about losing my virginity.

this was about giving it — giving myself — to the only person who ever made me feel this safe, this seen, this loved.

annnnnndddd we are back! ending our hiatus with some gut wrenching smut for you guys <3 first smut i've ever written so bare with me

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[sofisturns]

remember everything

chris’ pov

au by me and @angeliolo

blurb ! - drive me crazy p.1

⁺˳༚ suggestive themes - p.2 here

it’s been like this all summer — this constant push and pull. the teasing, the lingering looks, the way my hands always seem to find her waist when we’re close. and I’m trying so hard to play it cool, to keep some kind of distance… but it’s getting impossible.

she drops her board into the water, and when I step up behind her, it’s instinct — the way my chest brushes against her back, the way my hands settle on her arms.

“first,” I murmur, my mouth close to her ear, “you’ve gotta get your stance right.”

she goes still, and I feel it — the way her breath catches. my hands slide down her arms, adjusting her grip, and when my fingers skim her waist, she leans back into me just enough to make my pulse jump.

“you paying attention?” my voice is lower than I mean it to be.

“uh-huh,” she whispers.

but neither of us is thinking about surfing anymore.

we keep up the lesson, but it’s torture. the way she laughs when she wipes out, the way she smiles when she gets it right — every second of it’s driving me crazy. and when she finally rides a wave without falling, she turns back to me, glowing with triumph, and I swear I forget how to breathe.

“see?” she calls out, brushing wet hair from her face. “i’m a natural.”

i can’t stop myself — I’m already moving toward her, the water rushing around my legs. “yeah,” I say, my voice rough. “you are.”

before i know it, my hands are on her waist, and she’s stepping into me like she’s been waiting for this. the board floats away, forgotten, and then i’m kissing her — hard and desperate, like i’ve been holding back for too long. because I have.

her fingers slide into my hair, and I’m done for. the water pushes us closer, her body pressed against mine, and when she makes this soft little sound against my mouth, i’m pretty sure i’d follow her anywhere.

when we finally break apart, we’re both breathless. “chris,” she whispers, her forehead resting against mine.

“let’s get out of here,”

she nods, and that’s all i need.

we grab our boards and head back up the beach, and my heart’s pounding the whole way. by the time we get to my place, the air between us is thick — charged in a way that makes my skin prickle.

the second the door closes behind us, i drop the boards and pull her in again. her back hits the wall, and she’s already tugging at my shirt, her lips crashing into mine.

“tell me you’ve wanted this too,” i breathe against her mouth.

“i have,” she whispers, her hands sliding under my shirt, and her touch is fire.

that’s all it takes.

her hands are warm against my skin, and every time her fingers trail higher under my shirt, it gets harder to think. harder to breathe. i kiss her like i’m starving — like she’s the only thing i’ve wanted all summer. because she is.

i lift her up without thinking, and her legs wrap around my waist so naturally it feels like this is exactly where she’s supposed to be. her back hits the wall again, and when she tilts her head back, i take my time — pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, until she’s sighing my name.

“chris…”

that sound. i swear it’s gonna wreck me.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” i murmur against her skin.

“then show me,” she whispers.

i don’t need to be told twice.

we barely make it to my bedroom. i drop her onto the bed, and she’s pulling me down with her, her hands in my hair, her mouth on mine. there’s nothing slow about it — it’s messy and desperate, all hands and heat and too many clothes in the way.

“you’re driving me crazy,” i breathe, sliding my hands under the hem of her shirt, feeling the warm skin beneath my fingertips.

“good,” she teases, but her voice breaks when i kiss her just below her ear.

my shirt’s the first thing to go. then hers. and when she looks up at me, eyes dark and lips swollen from kissing, i have to take a second — just one — to remind myself to slow down. to take my time.

“you okay?” i ask softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

she nods, her fingers tracing down my chest. “more than okay,” she whispers.

that’s it. that’s all it takes for me to lose myself in her.

REM EV IS BACK !!

anothaaaa little blurb p.2 is where it goes down but we r back onto chapters soon trustttt

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[angeliolo]

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CHELLA TIME HOES

pick: a coachella fit, chella bae, festival flick + one song

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[angeliolo]

hiiii my angel bb boo what r ur fav matt pics 😋😋😋😋

hiii baby sofffff! here are some of my favorite matt looks for you babies!!

these all have me feeling a little devious i must admit…

「 𝜗𝜚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ angel bby 」

[angeliolo]

I love ur theme it's super cute 🤍

thank you luv! i appreciate it always <3

「 𝜗𝜚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ angel bby 」

[angeliolo]

heyyy wanna be moots? i loooove nessa soso much

hiii babes! what’s your fav nessa song? and ofc! i’m down2be moots w any of you guys 💌

「 𝜗𝜚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ angel bby 」

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every day i wake up and think about this friend group

[angeliolo]

hi lovies!

a couple updates :

sorry for my inactivity! rem ev will come soon <3

i will be active v soon again

also…

someone pls help me find the fic and its like yn and matt and shes like “am i too loud during sex” and then they fuck, and she’s like in the shower

「 𝜗𝜚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ angel bby 」

[angeliolo]

remember everything

y/n’s pov

˚✧⁺˳༚ cute moments blurbs

au by me and @sofisturns

𓇼 freckles

my feet sink into the damp sand, as the tide curls around my ankles. i giggle, picking up a small scalloped shell. “this one looks like it’s blushing” i say showing off the shell to chris

he steps closer to me, peering over my shoulder— his presence providing warmth as i feel his hand on my shoulders. “it’s probably embarrassed it’s not as pretty as the last ten shells you found” he says teasing me

i nudge him with my elbow. “flattery won’t find you the best shells chris.” “you actually have to try and find some.”

“what? can i not compliment the shells now” he says with a grin on his face. “and besides, im having way more fun watching you find them than actually searching. you’re in your element.. its cute”

a small blush creeps onto my face— suddenly making me march with the shell in my hand, as i turn back around to find more shells.

as i’m lost in a trance, humming to myself, i’m interrupted by chris. “y/n! look!” he says as i turn around to see what he’s trying to show me.

“this one has your freckles” he expresses to me, while brushing seaweed off of a small speckled shell. “this is by far my favorite shell now.”

𓇼 so dead

the waves lapped around our waists, warm and lazy under the sun. as i loop my arms around chris’ neck, i laugh feeling the salt water drip from his hair onto my cheeks.

“you taste like the ocean,” i whisper as i pull my lips from his for a split second.

i feel him grin against my mouth, “well who’s the one who wanted to come into the water” he says before pulling back in.

i pull on his hair lightly signaling him to shut up, as i deepen our kiss. our kiss was slow— sun drenched. my fingers continue to twist in his wet hair, when a waved nudges us closer to one another.

then— suddenly, i feel him start to lift my up. i help him out, wrapping my legs around his waist— hoping for maybe more.

i catch a glimpse of the mischievous look in his eyes, and before i even have time to process on what’s about to happen… i’m in the water— the waves engulfing me with force.

“CHRIS! what the hell” i say through broken coughs and giggles.

“sorry! couldn’t help it” he says wiping tears from his eyes

i shove him, “you’re so dead” i say with a smile.

𓇼 stargazing

the bonfire crackled gently— the sound sounding like a far away echo. the little fire left from it casting a subtle glow across our faces, allowing me to see chris fully. everything else around us was dark— the stars above, the sand, the water.

i lay next to him, my shoulder resting on his chest as i trace my finger along his chest. his hand resting on my arm, while he too traces lazy circles on me with his thumb.

“look,” i whisper pointing towards the sky above. “that one looks like a heart.”

he tilts his head back, squinting. “that’s definitely a lopsided fish.”

i scoff. “you have no imagination.”

chris smiles, presses a kiss to my hair. “you’re the only constellation I’m paying attention to right now.”

i groan, “you’re so corny” i say trying to hide the fact im blushing. he pulls me closer, “yeah but you love it. you love being the only girl that makes me like this.”

i melt into him like we’ve always belonged here—under stars, wrapped in warmth, lit only by fire and feelings too big for words.

sorry luvs for the lack of rem ev content— trust we have great things coming… so stay tuned ! <3

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[angeliolo]

anotha fiyaaa tag !

˚｡⋆. ࣪⭑ girls’ night out <33

pick: a going out fit, drink, and club aesthetic picture

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 angel’s pick ~ tag who you wanna see do this !

living my dom dolla dreams wit this tag ˚✧⁺˳༚

lmk other tag ideas you have !!

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[angeliolo]

remember everything

y/n’s pov

an au by me and @sofisturns

𓇼 chap. 6 - falling

the car hummed softly as we cruised along the coast, the scent of chris’ cologne and sunscreen lingering in the air. my windows down- allowing my hair to be engulfed by the wind, tousled like waves breaking against the shore.

i sneak a glance at chris in the passenger seat, only to be met with his eyes already on mine. “so where are we headed next y/n!”

i kindly smile back, “well i’ve already shown you everywhere you need to see… do you have any ideas?”

his fingers drummed lightly on the dashboard, mimicking the same rhythm as my heartbeat, as he stopped to find something for us to do. he could’ve easily asked for me to take him home, but no, he actually wanted to spend more time with me.

suddenly his fingers come to a halt and he looks back at me, his warm gaze washing over me. “have you ever been longboarding?”

“long boarding? i don’t think so” “go back to my house, we’ll grab my board and i’ll show you”

i began to drive back to his house, the road feeling familiar despite the fact i’ve never actually driven there. something about chris just felt different. warm. inviting.

as we approached his house, the first thing i noticed was how quiet it all felt. the stillness and lack of life surrounding his house was hard to ignore, he wasn’t kidding when you could really feel the change in the air after his dad left. i was snapped out of my trance of observation, as chris hopped back into the passenger seat with his board and i began driving back to my spot on the beach.

upon our arrival to the beach, the golden glow of the setting sun spilled over the sand, casting soft, rippling patterns like light dancing on the ocean’s surface. the breeze outside the car was thick with the scent of sea salt and something sweeter—the unspoken pull between us.

“okay.. so how exaclty do you do this?” i say gesturing to the longboard in his hand. the board didn’t have the most unique look to it, other than the marks of usage, it was basic. most of the people on the shore had elaborate long board, ranging from different colors and designs. but chris, chris’ was simple.

“it’s easy really, you literally just place your feet like this and push off. it’s all about balance and trust in yourself” i take in his instructions briefly, “it’s really just that? seems simple” “well that’s what it is for beginners, once you get pro like me you can do all sorts of things” he says laughing while showing off some tricks. “you trying to impress or something?” “maybe.. is it working?” he says flashing me a smile and wink.

as the night went on and the sun finally set, casting a wave of darkness over us— the only thing illuminating us being street lamps. “chris! i’m never gonna be able to do this” i yell giggling as i fall for the 17th time.

“here let’s try something new” he says approaching me and placing the longboard back on the road. he reaches his hand out, allowing my to grab it and get back on my feet. his helps me onto the board, his hand still attached to mine.

i lose my balance briefly making my body fall into chris’. “careful there” he says catching me and placing me back onto the board. before i could realize, he places his hands on my hips in order to hold my balance.

his hands rested on my waist, light as sea foam but steady as the tide, serving as a promise that he wouldn’t let me fall. the warmth of his touch sent a ripple through my skin, like the rush of the cold water in the heat.

he leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady as he guided me down the road. “just trust the motion. trust me” he says looking deeply into my eyes. i look back at him through my eyelashes, subtly nodding. with a deep breath, he slowly let go— the warmth of his hands still burning into my skin despite the absence of them. “chris! i’m doing it!!!” i exclaim as i roll down the road like small waves

“there you go!” chris shouts back. for a moment i feel weightless, gliding as smoothly as a tide rolling to shore. in that moment, nothing mattered other than me, chris, and the ocean. i could feel his gaze burning into the back of my head, so i turn back around to meet his gaze with mine. the feeling of buoyancy continued, until it didn’t. before i knew it i was losing my balance as the road suddenly became downhill.

“chris omg!” i shout as i see him run towards me with urgency, the board accelerating. i look towards the road, hoping not to crash too badly, as i feel chris hands around my waist again; however, the speed of the board won against him, making us both fall to the ground.

“holy shit are you okay?” i hear him say in a panic. i roll over onto my side, only to be greeted with his panicked face. without thinking i burst out giggling, inviting chris to laugh along. “guess i need some more lessons” i say wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes as we both got up.

just as the laughter died, the only noise left was the ocean and the sound of us catching our breaths— our pulses still racing from the fall, or maybe it was from the way chris’ hand creeped back onto my waist. but this time it was different, his fingers barely pressed into my skin, as if he was testing the gravity between us.

the ocean breeze curled around us, salty and warm, but all i could feel was the heat of him, so close, so steady. “you okay?” he murmured, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing a stray grain of sand from my cheek.

i nodded, but neither of us moved away. the world around us felt distant, the crash of the waves, the hum of the pavement—everything fading into the quiet pull between us. my eyes flickered from his eyes down to his lips, and for a second, they hovered there, balanced on the edge like the crest of a wave just before it breaks.

just then, as if pulled by an unseen wind, chris leaned in. and this time i let myself fall— this time not onto the ground, but into him.

his hand snuck around my waist again— i could feel the quiet strength in his fingers, the way they lingered—not just to support, but to savor, as if memorizing the feeling of me beneath his touch, like waves etching secrets into the shore.

the kiss was soft at first— gentle, hesitant, almost teasing the between us. but then as i gave into into him, my hands went to grip his shirt as if i were anchoring myself, and he deepened it, the warmth of his lips sending a slow, electric current through my veins.

the world around us faded—the pavement beneath us, the salty wind in our hair, the lingering sting of my fall—none of it mattered. the only thing that mattered was us, the way he tasted like summer and sea air, the way he held me like i was something precious, something he never wanted to let go of. in that moment, I knew. i had been falling long before I ever hit the ground.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ sorry for the delay on this chapter guys! monumental stuff in this one, hope you all love it as much as we do! <33

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[angeliolo]

remember everything

y/n’s pov

an au by me and @sofisturns

𓇼 chap. 4 - easy

as my feet dragged along the cold sand, the only thing my mind focused on was him. the way the bonfire glow reflected onto his fair skin, the way he squinted his eyes whenever he laughed, the way he fiddled with his untouched drink, the way he looked at me tonight.

when i finally arrive back home, im greeted with nothing but uncomfortable silence and the slight hum of the air conditioning. i check my phone. 1:43 am. i let out a deep sigh as an attempt to break the silence. no messages, no missed calls, no greeting at the door. a part of me wished my parents would’ve shown some signs of worry of where i was, but i knew they wouldn’t- they never do

after taking a shower, i lay on my bed- the warm sheets almost replicating the feeling of chris’ presence. it’s a poor substitute but i let myself sink into the illusion that we are still together, walking along the shoreline.

i grab my phone without thinking- my mind working on autopilot as i pull up his instagram. I convince myself that i’m just checking, just taking a brief look, but before i realize it im scrolling. I can’t help myself, i’ve never been so invested in a person before- let alone a boy. I catch myself smiling as i tap through his highlights, seeing photos of him and his brothers, various sceneries, snapshots of his life.

before i know it, im in too deep. rewatching his highlights for what feels like forever. suddenly a wave of confidence rushes over me, i swipe to open my dms and type in his username. the words “hi there” are on my screen, my thumb hovering over the send. what if he didn’t want to talk this late. what if he wasn’t even up. what if matt or nick said something about me. my inner thoughts and anxiety take over, distracting me from noticing i sent the message. shit.

y/n and chris dm’s

hi there: @y/n.y/n/l/n

@chrissturniolo: what’s up

couldn’t sleep lol plus i missed you :@y/n.y/n/l/n

@chrissturniolo: missing me already y/n? and you think i’m the bold one

@chrissturniolo: anyways, you trynna do something tomorrow?

send me your address. i’ll meet you tomorrow morning, i’ll show you around the shore. :@y/n.y/n/l/n

suddenly the silence in my room didn’t feel so heavy, i couldn’t wait to see chris again. i couldn’t figure out why i was so drawn to him, his presence- why the thought of being around him made my chest feel lighter, like i could finally be my full authentic self.

i stayed there in my bed, lying on my side as i tried to answer the big question in my mind. why was talking to him so easy? i had known all the guys down here at the shore for years, i’d grown up with them , yet when it came down to it, every conversation felt forced, like i was caught in a riptide unable to keep up.

maybe it was the way his initial demeanor was reserved, like he was someone worth uncovering. or maybe it was the way his voice was welcoming, steady like the waves lapping against the sand reminding me to stay grounded while everything else had drifted away.

although we’d only known each other for a short period of time, our conversations were some of the best i’d had in a while. our words flowed effortlessly, as if we were currents pulling each other back to shore. With Chris, i didn’t have to second guess what i was about to say, never had to hold my breath, or pretend to act like i cared about what he was saying. He made the space around us feel open- like the sea stretching far beyond the horizon, leaving more to be discovered- both unknown and thrilling.

i roll over onto my other side, allowing the warmth of my blankets swallow me, a small smile tugging on my lips. Tomorrow, i’d get to see him again. I close my eyes as the thought of him washes over me, providing more warmth than i already had.

ᝰ hey luvs! i hope we are all enjoying remember everything so far

posted early just for @sonnysturns <3

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[sofisturns]

remember everything

chris’ pov

an au by me and @angeliolo

𓇼 chap.3 - something real

on the walk off the beach and back home it was quiet. not an awkward silence, just quiet. matt made a few attempts at asking about y/n but i kept my answers short, he ended up getting annoyed and leaving me alone. he often complains about how shut off i always was and i can’t do anything but agree, it’s true.

the house was dark when we walked in, the kind of dark that settles into your chest. it felt as if everyone was holding their breath, it had since dad left. almost like we were still awaiting his return, although i think everyone knew it wasn’t coming as much as we wanted it to.

matt stumbled ahead of me mumbling something about getting water then heading over to the couch. i didn’t really hear whatever it was he said, my mind was still on the beach.

on her.

the second i got upstairs and shut my door, the emptiness hit me. it always did when i ended up alone. i usually enjoyed it, and normally id’ve found it peaceful, using it as an escape from everything. but it felt heavy this time. really fucking heavy.

the faint sound of the ocean still echoed in my ears, blending with the memory of her laugh. it wasn’t just the sound— it was the way it made me feel. comfortable. and that scared me, almost as much as it made me want to feel it even more.

but that was the problem, wasn’t it? wanting more. i never let myself want things like that anymore. not since he left.

it still didn’t make sense, even after all this time i spent most of my nights wondering why he did it. my parents were in love- the kind of love people talk about like it’s rare. we were happy, really happy. so i thought. and then one day he just packed up and left. no warning. no real explanation. just gone.

the fallout for the rest of us was horrible. mom pretended nothing happened, like she was better off that way, as if denial would magically heal her. matt and nick turned to parties, more importantly alcohol. and my older brother got angry— he still is angry most of the time. but me? i didn’t know how to handle it.

how do you trust anyone to stay when the one person who was never supposed to leave walks out and doesn’t look back?

it left me with this ache. this constant fear that everyone I cared about would eventually decide I wasn’t enough to stay for. it made it hard to let people in, hard to believe that love wasn’t just something people abandoned when things got too hard. commitment started to feel like a trap. something that could fall apart at any second, no matter how good it seemed.

and now there was her.

I didn’t know what scared me more, how easy it felt being around her, or how much I missed her presence already.

her face kept flickering in my mind. the way her eyes softened when she looked at me. the way her hair blew in my face, how the small pieces of sand tangled in it dusted over my cheeks. that quiet and easy connection, terrified me. but not enough to want to shut her out forever.

my phone buzzed in my pocket, i pulled it out not really paying attention until i saw the notification.

y/n just followed you!

i stared at it for a little longer than i should’ve, it was just a follow, i’m not sure why it hit me the way it did. without thinking too much about it i followed her back.

i clicked on her profile, absentmindedly tapping through her highlights. her smile was the same one i’d been staring at all night, genuine, warm. warm enough that it made me forget how cold it was after we ventured away from the fire.

it was strange, this feeling of wanting her presence, even when i’d been so careful to keep everyone at arms length.

i thought about the promise of what-ifs, how rare it was to find somebody who made me want to let my walls down, even after i spent so long convincing myself they were the only way to keep me from the inevitable— getting hurt.

tonight, i allowed myself to hope, even if it was just for a moment. hope for something more with her. hope that i’d allow myself to feel everything i wanted too for her and show it.

i wondered if she was sat there too, staring into her own quiet darkness looking for something real.

࿔ new message from: y/n!

⋆˚࿔ how are we loving remember everythingg

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[angeliolo]

yayayayay chap 3!! i’m so happy go read!

[sofisturns]

*:･ﾟhiii babies remember to go checkout remember everything it’s ab to be a banger.ᐟ

♯ ⋮ ⋆˚࿔ sofisturns𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[angeliolo]

y/n’s highlights ⋆｡𖦹 °. 𓇼

part of remember everything, an au by me and @sofisturns

[angeliolo]

remember everything

yn’s pov

au by me and @sofisturns

chap. 2 - linger

the music blared, heavy bass vibrating against the sand beneath my bare feet. laughter and chatter began to blend with each crash of the waves against the shore, but to me all i heard was background noise- muffled, distant, unimportant.

I should’ve been having fun- my friends were five rounds into drinks and high off their minds, but for some reason i wasn’t feeling it tonight. i glanced back over to the bonfire, watching everyone’s dancing shadows bounce back onto the sand. Through all of the movement, i noticed him- a still point in the middle of all the motion.

- time skip three hours -

as the night went on, the music lost its urgency- thumping bass now a sluggish rhythm barley holding what little people were left entertained. i watched as the waves fought against the sand and swallowed up empty solo cups.

“why’d you come to this party if you knew you weren’t going to enjoy it” chris says, snapping me out of my trance. “huh?” i say looking back at him. chris pauses. “i mean you just told me how everyone down here is shallow and boring, so why waste your night with them?” i open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out- he was right. why did i spend my time with people i could barley call my friends?

“i mean i dont completely hate everyone here, for the most part they’re all chill its just that- i mean. idk its complicated.” i look as the gaze in chris’ eyes softened, “i get that, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” he says with a slight smile.

his subtle kindness lapped at my tiring soul, for the first time in forever i met a guy who wanted more than just meaningless hookups. as we walk along the night filled beach i sigh lightly and open my mouth.

“you know chris, you’re a lot different than the guys down here” chris looks at me, his eyes glimmering despite the darkness surrounding us, “really? we’ve only known eachother for less than 24 hours, how could i possibly be any different than the guys you know” he says with a chuckle. “all the guys i know either want strictly sex or are immune to having meaningful conversations. i mean don’t get me wrong i have my fair share of guy friends, but none of which id ever be friends with if it weren’t for the fact ive known them forever.”

as my eyes avert back to chris, i notice him pause and look up at the night sky. “you’re telling me every guy down here only wants sex? that’s lowk fucked, do they not know there’s more to a pretty girl like you than just your body?” he says shaking his head.

his comment definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by me. “you think i’m pretty?” i say with a cocky smirk growing on my face. despite the fact the two of us spent the past few hours exchanging our struggle with fitting into our environments, my confidence and ego always won over. “i’ve only known you for like what? four hours? and you’re already calling me pretty. tbh chris you didn’t strike me as the bold type” i jokingly say

“oh cmon! you knew what i meant” chris says with blush creeping up on his face, but the lack of light around us hid the fact. as we continued our walk down the beach we continued to talk about everything. for some reason chris felt like the steady tide in a restless sea, i could tell him anything without feeling like he’d pull me under and crash all over me.

our shared chatter and giggles suddenly died down, and the breaking of the sea became amplified- creating comforting silence between our bodies. as i sneak a look at chris im already met with his eyes on mine. our shared glances linger as i feel our face subconsciously inch closer.

“yk i meant what i said earlier” he says. “what?” i say with confusion. “that you’re pretty. and there’s more to you” he says, his cold breath grazing my lips. a smile creeps up on my face as i move my face even closer to his and conne-

“CHRIS FUCK WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN.” i look over at the voice interrupting us, it’s his brother matt. “chris holy shit i’ve been walking down this whole beach drunk. where the fuck were you, let’s go back to the house cmon” the boy says stumbling over himself and pulling chris away from me. as chris is pulled away our eyes stay on each others for what feels like an eternity. as chris’ presence slowly leaves mine a wave of loneliness rushes over me, i slowly walk back to my house thinking about nothing other than the night i spent with him.

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