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[m6cabre]

me after checking the "ethan landry x reader" tag and not seeing anything new:

[shimmeringterroroblivion]

[babiwstur]

how can be someone be so hot???

and the messy hair

let me mess it more matthew 😩

[babiwstur]

Guys, I confronted someone today and didn't cry. Please clap.

[ellxly]

Writers block is killing me right now and with all this AI shit its just making it worse 😔

[mattsstarlet]

i be seeing so many chris girls convert to matt girls recently

same 🙂‍↕️ they see what i see

[babiwstur]

public- matt sturniolo

|warnings: smut, fingering, public sex, dirty talk, use of y/n, third pov. english is not my first language. if i missed something warn me!!

|notes: tried to write this differently, lwk don’t know how i feel abt this. also it’s a short one. really hope you like it 🩷

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The club was full. Bodies pressed together under colorful lights, the air thick with perfume, and the strong smell of cheap alcohol. Y/n’s hand was hot in Matt’s, her hair slick with the humidity, her tight black dress riding up her thighs with every step.

They found a spot near the center of the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of strangers. Y/n turned to face him, her hips already moving to the beat, her hands moving up his chest to just stop around his neck. She pulled him close, her mouth near his ear. “People are watching.” She whispered with a smirk. “I love it.”

Matt’s hands dropped to her waist, then lower, to her ass through the thin fabric. He squeezed, and she let out a breathy laugh against his neck. In response she rolled her hips into his, letting him feel exactly how she felt.

But Matt didn’t wait. His hand slid to the front of her dress, fingers slipping under the hem, finding bare skin. No panties. Of course not. Matt smirked. ‘Such a brat’, he thought. She’d worn that dress specifically for easy access. His middle finger traced her, and she bit her lip to mask a moan. “Right here?” He murmured against her forehead. “Yes…” she murmured back.

The boy didn’t hesitate. With no mercy, two fingers pushed inside her, sinking deep into the wet hole. She was soaked, her walls clenching around him immediately. He fucked her with slow, deliberate thrusts, his palm pressing against her clit with every stroke. Around them, people danced on, oblivious, or at least pretending to be. Y/n’s eyes shut, her mouth falling open, nails digging into Matt’s shoulders. “Keep going.” She gasped. “Don't stop.”

Matt pumped faster, fingers curling to hit that spongy spot inside her. The music mixed with the girls low moans, but he could feel her. He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing circles, and she came with a sharp cry that thankfully couldn’t be heard. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, soaking his hand. He held y/n through it, kissing her neck.

She suddenly pulled back. “Bathroom. Now.”Ordered. He sucked his fingers that had her sweet juice and followed her through the crowd…

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Use Me (Brutal Hearts) || Ajax Petropolus

Just something for kinktober

Tw: OOC Ajax, edging kink, cheating (not condoning it, but it’s fictional), dirty talk (idk if that should be warned about), creampie (wrap it before you tap it folks), overstimulation kink, fingering, rough sex, semi public sex, degradation kink, praise kink, dom/sub undertones, blood play/blood drinking.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ IN THIS —Nevermore is a university in this one shot

Word count: 2016

The door slams behind them with a hollow echo, tile and fluorescent light casting the cramped bathroom in sterile white. But the moment Ajax locks it, it’s anything but sterile. It’s fevered. Heavy. Breathing room only and even that’s stolen the second he cages her in with his body.

“Ajax—” Dahlia hisses, her voice low, already fraying at the edges.

“Ten minutes, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of her ear, and the smirk in his voice should be illegal. “You better feed.”

Her back hits the door, hands pinned beside her head, wrists caught in his grip like he’s memorized every vein he wants her to bite. His body’s flush against hers—heat meeting something colder, hungrier.

The worst part? He can smell it. Feel it. He doesn’t even need to look to know she’s soaked through. But he does anyway—leans back just enough to see the way her lips part, her chest rising fast, pupils blown wide. He tilts his head and grins.

“Already?” he whispers. “Thought you were the sweet twin.”

She glares at him, sharp enough to cut. Her fangs elongate instinctively, scraping her lower lip as she fights the urge. But Ajax? He’s merciless, rolling his hips against hers in a slow grind that has her core clenching around nothing. “Look at you,” he breathes, voice rough like gravel. “Eyes glowing, fangs out—my little hybrid monster, starving for it.”

She tries to twist free, but his grip tightens, snakes from his hair slithering out to coil loosely around her wrists like living cuffs—cool, scaled, and oddly intimate. A whisper of her magic escapes her control, a faint purple haze shimmering in the air, making his touch feel electric against her skin. He hisses in pleasure-pain, eyes darkening.

“Fuck, Dahlia, that spell… do it again.”

She doesn’t mean to, but her body betrays her—another pulse of witch energy, heightening every sensation. His thigh presses harder between her legs, the friction sending sparks up her spine. “Beg,” he demands, nipping at her jaw. “Or I’ll make you wait until you’re shaking.”

Her fangs ache. The smell of him—salt, sweat, that earthy sweetness only his blood carries—makes her head spin. She claws at his shirt, but he won’t move, not yet.

“Aj, please.”

He finally kisses her—no preamble, no teasing. Just devours her like he’s the one who’s starving. His hand slides between them, fingers slipping beneath her skirt, finding her soaked and throbbing.

He groans against her mouth. “Fuck. You’re dripping.”

She chokes on a gasp as he rubs slow, deliberate circles over her clit. But the moment he shifts his thigh between hers more firmly, her composure cracks completely. She lets out a sharp breath and launches herself upward, legs locking around his waist with desperate ease. Ajax groans, low and feral, as he slams her against the door, the thud echoing around the tile. She moans loudly. Unapologetic. And he grins like he’s won a war.

“Someone’s not worried about getting caught.”

“I don’t care,” she growls, grinding against the hard line of him. “Just—fuck, Aj”

“Language,” he mocks, dragging his mouth down the line of her throat. He pauses just over the spot where her pulse would be—if it beat. “I need—God, I need—”

“Then take it.” His voice drops, dark and wicked in a way no one from Nevermore would ever expect. “Bite me, baby.”

And that’s it. She strikes, fangs sliding into his neck with practiced ease, the taste of him hitting her like a freight train. Sweet, hot, addictive. His blood floods her senses, and the second it does, her hips buck wildly against his hand. She’s losing herself in it, always does. Ajax moans—not from pain, but pleasure, hand plunging between her thighs and sinking two fingers deep. She screams against his skin, head falling back hard against the door with a thud as she drinks and rides his hand with frantic need.

“Good girl,” he growls into her ear, biting her now—just a little—teeth scraping the skin of her shoulder. “That’s it. Take what you need.”

Her nails dig into his back as she trembles, breath catching, pulse thudding in her ears even if her heart doesn’t beat. She’s close, already teetering, and he knows it. Knows her too well.

His fingers curl inside her, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind her eyelids—deep, relentless, matching the rhythm of her swallows. Blood coats her tongue, warm and coppery-sweet, fueling her magic until it spills over: tendrils of energy wrapping around them both, amplifying every thrust of his hand. Ajax’s free arm bands around her waist, holding her up as her legs quake.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, voice strained. “Sucking me dry while I finger-fuck you senseless.”

She breaks from his neck with a gasp, blood trickling down her chin, her walls fluttering wildly around his digits. The orgasm crashes like a storm—her body seizing, magic crackling in the air like static, making his snakes writhe and hiss in ecstasy. She cries out, loud enough to echo off the tiles, but he clamps a hand over her mouth, muffling it with a dark chuckle. “Shh, baby. Wouldn’t want the whole hall knowing how pretty you sound when you shatter.”

Waves roll through her, endless, until she’s boneless against him, still twitching. But he’s not done—far from it. His fingers withdraw slowly, slick and shining, and he brings them to her lips. “Taste yourself mixed with me,” he commands. She licks obediently, the salty tang mingling with his blood, reigniting the fire low in her belly.

Dahlia’s breath comes in shallow, shaky pulls against his neck, lips still sticky with blood. Ajax holds her—chest heaving, thighs trembling around his hips like her body doesn’t quite remember how to let go.

She’s wrecked. Soft. Open. Bare in a way she only ever is with him. He should stop. But he won’t. “Still with me?” he murmurs against her temple, breath hot and uneven.

Her answering nod is slow, almost dazed. “Mhm.”

Ajax grins, watching her twitch from the sensitivity. His palm glistens. He licks a stripe across two fingers, groaning. “Tastes better than your bite,” he says, cocky as hell. Her eyes snap open, and there’s that familiar fire again, low and dangerous.

“Asshole,” she mutters, still breathless.

“You love it,” he retorts immediately, grinning. She does.

He doesn’t give her a chance to reply because in the next second, he’s setting her down only to spin her around and press her front-first against the door, palms flat, hair shoved to one side.

“Ajax—” her voice is strained, warning. Wanting.

He grinds against her from behind, his clothed cock dragging against her still-dripping heat. “Told you. Ten minutes,” he growls. “And we’re not even halfway through.”

He yanks her panties down in one swift motion, letting them fall around one ankle. The sound she makes—half protest, half moan—is music to him. “You think I’m gonna let you walk out of here with that sweet little pussy throbbing and my blood still warm in your mouth?” His mouth is right by her ear, hand sliding around to palm her breast. “You’re dreaming, baby.”

She bucks against him, needing anything, but he just chuckles darkly. “You started this,” he reminds her. “Coming to me all flushed and hungry like I don’t know what that look means by now.”

“Didn’t have a choice,” she whispers, hips twitching.

“No,” he agrees, kissing her neck. “You didn’t.”

And then he slides in. Slow. Deep. Deliberate. Dahlia lets out a choked gasp, arching, one hand flying up to brace the door while the other reaches back blindly to grab at him.

Ajax groans loud against her spine. “Fuck. You’re still so tight.”

He thrusts once, slow and cruel, and she nearly sobs. “Aj—”

He reaches down to rub her clit again, merciless in his rhythm. He bottoms out with a guttural moan, filling her completely, her inner walls gripping him like a vice—still hypersensitive from the first high. “God, Dahlia, you’re perfect,” he rasps, one hand fisting her hair to tilt her head back, exposing her throat. He thrusts again, harder this time, the slap of skin on skin obscene in the small space. Her magic flares anew, a spell slipping from her lips in a breathless chant, making his cock throb hotter inside her, like it’s enchanted to hit every nerve.

“Fuck—do that again,” he begs, pace quickening, hips snapping with bruising force. She reaches back, nails digging into his thigh, drawing faint scratches that heal under her residual magic. “Harder, Aj—make me feel it.” He obliges, free hand snaking around to pinch her nipple through her shirt, rolling it until she whimpers. The build is faster this time, coiling tight in her core, her fangs aching to bite again. “Gonna cum,” she warns, voice breaking.

“Not without me,” he growls, fingers dropping to her clit once more—rubbing fast, slick circles that have her seeing white. Her orgasm hits like lightning, walls pulsing around him, milking him until he follows with a roar, spilling deep inside her. Hot, messy, claiming. He grinds through it, drawing out every aftershock, until they’re both panting, sweat-slick and trembling.

“Cum for me again,” he growls. “Let everyone outside know who’s fucking you this good.”

And she does. Again. Harder. She bites her own arm this time to keep from screaming. He doesn’t stop. Not until he’s well and truly finished and then he drops his head onto her shoulder, laughing breathlessly.

He pulls her close, snakes retreating to nuzzle her hair gently, like they’re part of the aftercare. “Hey,” he murmurs, thumb wiping blood from her lip. “Eyes open, Dahlia. What’s going on in that pretty head?” She hesitates, but the post-orgasm haze loosens her tongue. “Just… you and Enid. Outside this, you’re hers.”

His expression softens, and he kisses her deeply—not hungry, but reassuring. “This isn’t just feeding or fucking. You know that.” He rubs his hands up and down her arms softly, soothing her aches with warm energy. She melts into it, sighing. “Maybe next time, we skip the bathroom. My bed—yours—whatever. No hiding.”

She nods, a soft smile breaking through. “Deal. But only if you promise to make me scream louder.”

“Weems made one hell of a choice making us share a dorm,” she huffed a laugh out at that.

“Bet she regretted it ever since,” she murmured, and he smirked into her shoulder, still buried inside of her. She should probably tell him to slide out. That they have class. But the greatest thing about Nevermore was that as long as you aced your tests a couple of absences didn’t mean shit. She whined quietly as he pulled out, thinking the same as her, and he chuckled lowly against her shoulder.

“Baby, it’s a good thing you spelled the door because you can’t be quiet for shit,” she huffed as he said that, turning around, wrapping her arms around his neck and he smirked. He wasn’t wrong. But still.

“Rude,” she threw out and he grinned and she smiled back, softly. She knew everyone wanted her to be like Wednesday but she wasn’t. She was softer, “I’m glad you take the lead in this situation.” she teased him but the words came out too genuine and he hummed, tilting her head up by a finger underneath her chin.

He kissed her forehead and she sighed closing her eyes in relief.

“Always baby. I get it.” Until you walk out and be with Enid, she thought keeping her eyes closed so he didn’t see the tears.

[babiwstur]

this is so real it’s actually sad

[babiwstur]

public- matt sturniolo

|warnings: smut, fingering, public sex, dirty talk, use of y/n, third pov. english is not my first language. if i missed something warn me!!

|notes: tried to write this differently, lwk don’t know how i feel abt this. also it’s a short one. really hope you like it 🩷

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The club was full. Bodies pressed together under colorful lights, the air thick with perfume, and the strong smell of cheap alcohol. Y/n’s hand was hot in Matt’s, her hair slick with the humidity, her tight black dress riding up her thighs with every step.

They found a spot near the center of the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of strangers. Y/n turned to face him, her hips already moving to the beat, her hands moving up his chest to just stop around his neck. She pulled him close, her mouth near his ear. “People are watching.” She whispered with a smirk. “I love it.”

Matt’s hands dropped to her waist, then lower, to her ass through the thin fabric. He squeezed, and she let out a breathy laugh against his neck. In response she rolled her hips into his, letting him feel exactly how she felt.

But Matt didn’t wait. His hand slid to the front of her dress, fingers slipping under the hem, finding bare skin. No panties. Of course not. Matt smirked. ‘Such a brat’, he thought. She’d worn that dress specifically for easy access. His middle finger traced her, and she bit her lip to mask a moan. “Right here?” He murmured against her forehead. “Yes…” she murmured back.

The boy didn’t hesitate. With no mercy, two fingers pushed inside her, sinking deep into the wet hole. She was soaked, her walls clenching around him immediately. He fucked her with slow, deliberate thrusts, his palm pressing against her clit with every stroke. Around them, people danced on, oblivious, or at least pretending to be. Y/n’s eyes shut, her mouth falling open, nails digging into Matt’s shoulders. “Keep going.” She gasped. “Don't stop.”

Matt pumped faster, fingers curling to hit that spongy spot inside her. The music mixed with the girls low moans, but he could feel her. He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing circles, and she came with a sharp cry that thankfully couldn’t be heard. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, soaking his hand. He held y/n through it, kissing her neck.

She suddenly pulled back. “Bathroom. Now.”Ordered. He sucked his fingers that had her sweet juice and followed her through the crowd…

how do you guys feel about a part two??

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[babiwstur]

don’t do this⭑part2- m.s.

|warnings: fluf, kissing. english is not my first language!

|notes:i loooved answering requests hehe that’s why part two, also really liked this ending. hope you enjoy it 🩷

wc: 581 words

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The Uber ride was a blur. When I noticed I was already crawled into bed, crying silently. Rain outside matching my mood. The moment replayed in my head. Thoughts of Matt didn’t leave me alone. I needed to forget him. But fate had another plan for me.

A heavy knocking at my front door started at 2:00 AM. I tried to ignore it, but then pebbles against my window, a childhood signal we’d never outgrown. I walked to the window and opened it, ready to scream, but the sight of Matt stopped me. He was standing on my lawn, drenched from the sudden rainstorm, looking completely lost. “Go away, Matthew.”I shouted. “No!” He shouted back, voice raw. “I didn't kiss her. She kissed me, and for three seconds, I was so shocked my brain stopped working because all I could think about was how much I didn’t want it to be her!” He tried to explain. I was so tired of this already. Such a liar. “You had your hands on her waist!” I pointed it out. “I was trying to move her back!” Another lie. He stepped closer to the house, looking up at me. “I’ve spent five years being ‘just your friend’ because I was terrified that if I asked for more and you said no, our friendship would be ruined. But seeing you walk away tonight? That was worse! Losing you is the only thing I’m actually afraid of.” He confessed. I went quiet. The rain poured against his jacket. “I sent her away.” He continued. “Told her I was in love with this girl. Who I’ve been in love since we were fifteen, and I’m done pretending I’m not." My heart, which was broken just a hour ago, suddenly felt light enough to float. Still didn’t say a word.

Just left the window, ran down the stairs, and opened the front door. Matt didn’t hesitate this time, he pulled me into a hug that made me shiver, cause of the cold wet clothes and all. He smelled like rain but felt like home. When we finally pulled back, he looked at me, thumbs brushing away the last of my tears. “Just to be official.” He whispered, forehead pressing mine. “There are no more girls. There never were. It’s you. It’s always been you.” I didn’t have to think twice before pulling him down for a kiss, one that wasn’t a “maybe” or a “here and there” it was a promise. “About time.” I murmured against his lips.

Matt laughed, that genuine, warm sound I loved. “You don’t know how much I had thought of this.” He whispered again, breath warm against my skin. My cheeks blushed. “You being finally mine.” He said softly. I looked the brunette directly at his eyes, lost in that familiar blue. Those were the eyes that had destroyed my entire world just a couple hours ago. The eyes I looked for in every room, the eyes that saw the real me when we were alone. And the ones I realized I was completely, hopelessly in love with. Then it hit me, I couldn't live without him. “I love you Matt.” I confessed, words leaving my mouth before I could even process. He smiled. “I love you.” He took my hand, fingers interlaced perfectly and finally led me back inside. He closed the door. Leaving the rain and every trace of tonight’s tension, behind. It’s official now, I love Matthew Sturniolo.

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don’t do this- matthew sturniolo

|warnings: angst, friends to lovers, childhood best friends, slight betrayal, mention of drinking, mentions of exgirlfriend!Nicole, no happy ending

|notes: worked days on this anon!request, know it’s been a some time and I’m so sorry it took me that long! but I’m already working on a part two of this. english isn’t my first language! hope you like it 🩷

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House was full, music was blasting, those stupid red cups everywhere. Except we weren’t in high school anymore. It was class of 2021 reunion, after five years we graduated, but it felt just like yesterday. Nick basically dragged us here, which I thought was a horrible idea but things were going wonderful.

The nostalgia was infectious. We all were so drunk, except for Matt ofc our official driver, and we’d lost Chris a couple of minutes ago to a blonde girl claiming to be his ‘hg sweetheart’. We all knew she wasn’t. Back in time Chris wasn’t really a dating guy. I mean, he wasn’t single but also not in a relationship, yk?

I was in the middle of a conversation with some random girls we were friends with, and Nick. But I wasn’t really paying attention, rather focused on finding the one triplet that went to grab me a refill. Why is he taking so long, I thought. My eyes scanned the entire room. There were people dancing, drinking, kissing.. I really felt like I was back in high school. That’s when I saw it. Nicole. Matt’s ex. Who was by his side, leaning against the kitchen door frame. My face dropped. They were talking- quite closely I might add. My stomach did a slow, sickening roll. Matt was laughing. The same Matt who had complained about this reunion for three weeks straight. Now, looked like he was having the time of his life.

Nick touched my arm. “You good girl?” He asked, voice cutting through my trance. He followed my stare, his expression shifting. “Sure.” I lied. “Isn’t that Nicole?” I heard one of the girls by my side shout. “Omgg yes. She looks… different. Hotter.” Another said.

That made my blood boil. Matt and I have always been close. I’d call him my best friend. Known him, and the triplets, ever since I can remember and that made me have a solid connection with them three. But things were different with Matt. Everyone could see how close we were. Closeness was normal for us—to the point where nobody thought twice about me sleeping alone with him. I’ll confess, though, I always felt a bit more nervous when we were alone in his room. As it turns out, I wasn't the only one feeling it. So our friendship escalated a bit. Longer hugs, cuddling to sleep, maybe some kisses here and there. But nothing official or serious, we were just being…us.

I looked over to Nick, it was like he knew. “She looks exactly the same to me.” Nick disdained. My heart warmed a little. I love him always protecting me. Turned back to the scene. She was closer now. Touching his arms, smiling seductively. Ugh. “Do you think they’ll get back together?” The same girl said. Fuck, just shut up. Nick almost jumped by my side. “Ofc not! Matt doesn’t even like her.” At the same moment they hugged. “You sure?” She insisted, laughing. I ignored. All my attention was in Nicole’s hand disappearing on Matt’s perfect hair. The hair that I was usually the only one allowed to touch. Also noticed that Matt kinda froze, but still moved his hands to the girls back. I don’t want to see this shit, thought to myself. “I need some air.” Said, abruptly exiting. Leaving no time for Nick, or anyone, to respond.

I shoved through the crowd, the music suddenly feeling like a physical weight on my chest. Opened the back door fast. I’m not the type who’s jealous, especially when we’re not even together. Walked to the end of the backyard, the cold weather brushing against my skin. Sinking at the, almost hidden, picnic table. My knuckles white as I gripped the wooden edges, trying to steady my breath. You’re overreacting, I thought, just calm down. We aren’t nothin, you dont own him. Continued, trying to regain control over my body again.

That’s when I heard the back door opening again. A flicker of hope in my chest. Maybe Matt followed me, maybe he’s coming to explain. I turned slowly. Nicole and him were leaving the house together. Shit. My heart rate rising. They were so close, could see all her body touching his. She stopped him near the porch, Nicole’s hand flew to Matt face, cupping his cheeks, the other touching his chest. Matt didn't pull away. He didn't flinch. He just stood there, letting her claim him as if I never existed. Was I just a placeholder? A distraction until she decided to come back?

My mind went blank, all thoughts melting away when I suddenly saw their lips touch. I watched paralyzed. My heart didn't just sink, it shattered.

I waited for him to pull away, waited for him to push her off. The awkward step back, face that showed he wasn’t interested. But that didn’t came. I just sat there. Watching my best friend kiss his ex. Could already sense the tears coming. I gasped loud, in a way to suppress my feelings. But it was so loud that they heard. Matt snapped his head towards the sound, breaking the kiss instantly. His eyes scanned the dark until they found me. Even from twenty feet away, I saw his face go white. “Shit.” Matt muttered, his voice cracking as he took a step towards me, leaving Nicole standing alone in the light of the doorway. I didn't give him the chance. “Don't.” I stood up fast. “It's not what it looks like!” he started, the most cliche line in history. “Don’t do this.” I repeated. “Please…” His voice creaked, almost desperate, but the image of her hands in his hair was tattooed in my mind. “It looked like you were enjoying yourself, Matt. But it doesn’t matter. We’re nothing right?” I said, trying my best to sound cold. As if this wasn’t breaking my whole heart. He grabbed my wrist. And looked me directly in the eyes. Opened his mouth to say something but Nicole was faster. “He was just saying how much he missed home, honey. Don't be dramatic.” We both ignored her. I looked straight to Matt. I shoved from his touch. “I’m going home.” “I'll drive you.” he said instantly. “No!” I snapped. “And don’t follow me.” Added. With a last glance, walked past him without looking back.

Entered the house again, making my way to the front door. Ignored Nick’s voice echoing behind me. With shaking hands, I tried to brush away the tears, but they were falling too fast. Finally out of the party, I grabbed my phone to call a Uber. Fuck Matt the driver. Tears blurred my sight and fell directly to my phones screen, making impossible to navigate through the app. Looked up to the beautiful night sky, letting a deep breath out. It’s official: I hate Matt Sturniolo.

part two coming soon!

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[babiwstur]

Can you write a fic where Y/N is friends w the sturniolo triplets . They were all just friends at first, but matt and her started having feelings for each other, so they decided to give it a try. They weren’t officially together yet, but it was something more than just friendship.Then he met his ex-girlfriend. She still had feelings for him, but he didn’t feel the same about her anymore. She hugged him and things like that, and Y/N saw it. Suddenly, she kissed him.Now she feels like she can’t trust him anymore.

looooved this

working on it!!

[babiwstur]

i cant finish it 😭

my writing sucks rn this is so stressfull but it will hopefully come out soon 🙏🙏