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dealer!chris enthusiast

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Hi! I just wanted to say I really miss your writing. I find myself rereading your work all the time it always hits in such a deep way. I really hope you come back and write again someday. You’re truly missed!

This is so sweet thank you so much. Honestly I’m just finding it really hard to stay motivated and it’s writing atm, but if you have any ideas feel free to leave them in my inbox!!!

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Hey guys no new writing this week I’m sorry. Shits been happening and I haven’t had the motivation to write anything. I’m sorry guys as soon as I’ve got something written it’ll be posted for yous x

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‘beautiful no matter what’

Summary: when y/n opens Snapchat and sees her face in the camera, she instantly gets insecure. She starts picking at her face, wanting desperately to get rid of the red spots that seemed to be the only thing she could see. When Chris noticed, he attempts to make her feel beautiful

Chris and y/n laid in comfortable silence on Chris’ bed. The faint sound of lil skies played from Chris’ speaker as the couple scrolled through their phones. y/n’s head was on Chris’ chest, and one of his hands absentmindedly ran through her hair. Every so often, one of them would adjust slightly to get more comfortable, but overall they hadn’t moved from their position for at least three hours.

y/n hadn’t felt pretty all week. She’d had acne since she was thirteen, and it constantly fluctuated in how bad it was though it never went away. This week specifically, she’d had an awful flare up. The spots were red and angry, mostly under the skin. Her face was constantly hot and sore, and nothing she did would soothe it. She tried her best to ignore it though, not wanting to annoy Chris with her insecurities. So far, she’d done well at acting as though it didn’t bother her, until she instinctively went to snap someone back.

Her face appeared on the screen, clearer and bigger than if she looked in the mirror. Chris had noticed the new brightness on her screen and looked at her phone. Upon seeing she was about to send a picture to someone, he dropped his hand from her hair to her boob and posed. However, his position soon dropped as he saw his girlfriend scratching her skin. He saw her rub harshly, and scratch at newly forced scabs, making many small parts of her face bleed. Tears filled y/n’s eyes as she continued to look at herself, not even realising Chris was staring at her with a concerned expression. That was, until her phone was snatched from her grip and turned off.

Chris grabbed her hand to stop her from picking at her acne, knowing first hand hours much she’d regret it in a couple hours. y/n tried to sit up, to move away from her beautiful, loving boyfriend. She felt disgusted in herself - like she wasn’t worthy of being anywhere near him looking how she did. Chris, of course, didn’t let this happen. He sat up quickly with her, grabbing her waist softly and effortlessly pulling her back next to him, angling her body so she was slightly facing him. y/n shut her eyes tightly and looked down, convinced that, if she met Chris’ eyes, all she’d be met with is pure disgust. Chris felt as if his heart shattered at the sight of it.

He knew what she was thinking, what was going through her head. He wasn’t sure what hurt him the most: the fact that she didn’t think she was the most beautiful girl in the entire world, or the fact that she didn’t trust him enough to make her feel beautiful. Chris grabbed her jaw gently, lifting her head to meet his eye level whilst softy stroking her hair with the other hand. Hesitantly, y/n opened her eyes, only to be met with the most loving look she’d ever seen. More tears filled the girls eyes as she took in how Chris was looking at her. Quickly, he swiped both his thumbs across each of her cheeks to get rid of the tears that were streaming.

“Tell me what’s going on, y/n.” Despite the concerned tone to his voice and the good intentions behind it, y/n knew he wasn’t asking her - he was telling her. At first, she stayed silent, worried that if she said anything then he’d laugh at her. Or worse, that he’d tell her to get out. That was until the next word came out of his mouth, and y/n’s heart shattered. “Please…” Chris knew why she was sad. He knew that she was insecure, and he knew why - despite still thinking she’d the most gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes on in his whole life. He knew what was wrong, he just needed her to say it. He knew it would hurt his heart to hear, but he also needed her to admit it. Not only to him, but to herself, the fact that she needed reassurance.

“I… I just…” she desperately tried. She attempted to put her head down once more, but Chris’ hand found her jaw again and held her face up to look at him as she spoke. He nodded at her, smiling softly as if urging her to say it. “I don’t like how I look… I… my face is disgusting.” y/n cried as she looked at Chris’ perplexed face. He knew she was feeling insecure, and he knew why, but to hear the word ‘disgusting’ come out of her mouth when describing herself, shocked Chris in ways he’s never been shocked before.

At first, Chris didn’t know what to do. What to say. He simply pulled her body forwards into his chest and hugged her tightly as she broke into a fit of sobs which were muffled by his hoodie. He rocked her slightly, trying to bring the worked-up girl as much comfort as he could. Thoughts were reeling around his head. Why would she think that? Why does she not know how beautiful she is? Why did she never say anything before? Finally, Chris spoke up, “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“But it’s tr-” “No. Don’t. Don’t even say that y/n. You’re beautiful okay. You’re actually starting to piss me off. How could you ever say that about yourself.” At this point, Chris had separated their bodies, holding onto y/n’s face firmly, shaking her slightly as he spoke to emphasise his point. “Chris-” “Stop y/n! Why can’t you see how fucking gorgeous you are? Not only that, but you’re empathetic, you’re funny, you’re selfless. Even if you were d…” he couldn’t even say the word, “even if you were what you said you are, it wouldn’t matter because you’re an amazing person! But you’re not! You’re not that word y/n. You’re fucking gorgeous. Okay?”

He looked at her, waiting for any sign that she understood what he was saying. Any sign that she was taking in his words and truly listening to him. His body flooded with relief as he saw her nod, a slight smile making its way onto her face. More tears fell down her face, though this time they were from a place of happiness and love as opposed to a place of insecurity and sadness. Chris beamed at the sight of her smile, however small it was. He pulled her face towards him, quickly yet gently. He started placing kisses all over her face. He kissed every bump, every scar. Every inch of her face was blessed by the pressure of his loving kiss.

For the first time in a very long time, y/n didn’t feel as though her acne was repulsive.

This is for my acne gals and my Chris gals. Please everyone remember: no matter how you look, you will be beautiful as long as you have a beautiful heart. I love you all so so much.

This isn’t a part of any series, I just really felt motivated to write this.

Creds to @issysh3ll for the dividers!!! I love them so much!!

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house party with dealer!chris and sweet!reader

⚠︎ mentions of underage drinking & drug use, mentions of drunk people, use of y/n - if there’s anything else lmk xx ⚠︎

Chris pulled up to the front of the house, one hand on the steering wheel, the other high up on y/n’s thigh. Y/n gently rests her hand on top of Chris’, her thumb rubbing back and forth unconsciously. Her knee bounces up and down with nerves, biting the nails on her right hand harshly. One the car is in park, Chris looks over at y/n, scoffing slightly and pulling her fingers away from her mouth.

“Relax ma, I ain’t gonna let nothing bad happen. I gotchu.” He speaks smoothly, holding both of her hands firmly in one of his as he used the other to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He admires her, looking at the beautifully done makeup on her face - making her look more delicate than ever. He admires her clean, shiny hair and the way it was styled in pretty waves. He admired the short, floral, dark red sundress she was wearing - not because of how good it made her tits look or how much of her legs it showed off, but because of how genuinely gorgeous he thought it made her look. Chris was admiring her so intently, that he didn’t even realise the car had been engulfed in silence until y/n spoke up.

“What’s wrong? Is my makeup rubbed off? Can you see my spots?” She panicked, turning to look in the rear view mirror. Before she even had a chance to worry about her acne showing or her makeup not looking good, Chris gently grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. He leans in to kiss her, but she pulls away slightly. “I’ll get lipstick on you!” She giggles slightly.

“Good. Let everyone know I’m yours.” He pulls her in again, more firmly this time so she can’t pull away, but still ever so gently. After a few seconds, they pull away. y/n is blushing like an idiot, and Chris is looking lovingly into her doe eyes. “I fuckin’ love you ma.” He states intensely, not stuttering and not breaking eye contact as he said it. This made y/n blush even more ferociously. Sure, they’d said they loved each other before, but never so intimately. Never so assertively.

“I love you too Chris.” She beams, kissing his cheek gently before reaching to rub off the gloss she’d left printed. All Chris did was grab her wrist and shake his head, insisting that it was kept on there. She smiled warmly, and they both got out the car. y/n walked round to Chris’ side and grabbed a hold of his hand gently. As soon as he felt this, Chris gripped her hand back, pulling her inside.

The music was booming, vibrating off the walls. Chris dapped up a few of his mates, introducing y/n to the ones she hadn’t yet met. She waved politely and made conversation with a couple of them whilst Chris was sorting out business. Despite him being busy selling to all sorts of people throughout the night, Chris always ensured he stayed close to y/n. He didn’t stop her from doing anything, but monitored everything she was doing to make sure she was safe.

y/n nursed her fourth cup of whatever concoction was in the punch bowl, swaying slightly as she talked to some friends she’d seen. Then, ‘come on Eileen’ started playing through the speakers. y/n gasped with utter joy and span around, making eye contact with Chris. He knew no matter what he said, there was no getting out of what was about to happen.

You see, the perks of being a wallflower was one of y/n’s favourite movies of all time. After watching it multiple times whilst staying over at Chris’ house, she asked him to learn the dance with her. They went back and forth a little, Chris not wanting to do it and y/n wanting nothing more, but ultimately Chris knew he couldn’t reject this idea. So, despite the minimal effort he put into it, the ‘come on Eileen’ dance was now their dance, and they’d do it whenever the song came on. No exceptions. No way out of it.

y/n smiled at him and pulled him towards the centre of the living room, preparing to start. Chris tried his hardest not to crack a smile, but seeing the tipsy girl look so happy was making it insanely difficult. As they danced, they got many looks from the people around. Some people were looking impressed, mostly at the fact that Chris had agreed to not only learn the dance but also do it in public, whilst others just simply rolled their eyes. Despite the little effort Chris was putting into it, in an attempt to keep up his cold dealer persona, y/n couldn’t be happier. Once the dance section was over, she threw herself into Chris’ chest, wrapping her arms around his neck whilst his hands found themselves cupping her ass. She kissed him lovingly yet passionately, smiling into it as she did so.

Normally, y/n wasn’t one for PDA as she was too afraid of making people uncomfortable. However, the pure serotonin racing through her body combined with the heavy mixture of alcohol she had consumed was doing nothing for her social awareness. She pulled away and looked down, blushing for what felt like the millionth time that day, smiling to herself like an idiot. Chris’ hands moved, one gripping her waist possessively and the other moving gently to her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up to make eye contact with him once more. He leaned down again and kissed her forehead, just wanting to hold her close.

The moment was sweet and comfortably intimate, until someone walked over to Chris and tapped his shoulder. Chris rolled his eyes and turned to face the interrupting boy - still keeping one hand on y/n’s waist. Once she realised what the boy wanted, y/n pulled away from Chris and told him she was going to find her friends again. He nodded and petted her head as she walked away, not being able to help but check her out as her hips swayed further and further away.

Unable to find her friends, y/n settled at the drinks table, filling cup after cup with the sweet tasting alcohol. She stood on her own, scanning the crowd for anyone she recognised, reaching into her bra to pull out her strawberry vape. She stood there, puffing the crystal bar from one hand and holding her drink in the other. Seconds turned into minutes, which then turned into half an hour before Chris finally found her again. By this point, she was barely standing on her own. Chris found her supporting her weight on the wall as she puffed on her vape, smiling at nothing in her drunken state.

“How much you drank, ma?” He questioned, taking her face in both of his hands gently. She simply shrugged at his question, giggling to herself even though nothing was funny. He rolled his eyes playfully at her, speaking to her in a soft tone. “You ready to go?” He didn’t want to leave, knowing that the later he stayed, the better business would be for him. But right now, looking at the state his girl was in, he wasn’t bothered about the sale. All he was bothered about was her.

y/n pouted slightly, shaking her head a little too fast which made her slightly dizzy. She gripped onto Chris’ arms to stabilise herself before speaking slowly. “I’m having funnnn… you go sell some weed and I’ll stay here with the drinks and make friends.” She slurred, smiling innocently at Chris under his harsh gaze. At first, Chris considered listening to her, but then he saw her slow blinks and the way her eyes were rolling back slightly. He shook his head at her, picking her up like a koala which allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist. “We’re goin’ home, m’kay. Imma look after you.”

“Chris…” y/n whispered sleepily into his ear as he carried her to the car. He hummed in response, waiting for her to continue. “Thank you for tonight… for dancing with me. You made me happy… you make me happy.”

“I’ll always dance wi’ you doll.”

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tag: @chrissweetheart @dealerchrisgf @sturniololover-09 @lvrsturniolo @adoreeelana

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how dealer!chris asked sweet!reader to be his girlfriend

⚠︎ use of y/n, brief mentions of smoking weed and being stoned ⚠︎

It was the day after y/n’s seventeenth birthday.

She’d spent her birthday with her little sister Lucie, shopping and eating ice cream. Once the sun was setting, she dropped Lucie back with their parents, and went back to her apartment complex where she lived on her own. As soon as she walked through the front door, she immediately FaceTimed Chris who promised to come round and see her as soon as the sun came up. They stayed on FaceTime until y/n fell asleep and the next morning, true to his word, Chris showed up at her door.

y/n opened her front door with a tired smile, ushering Chris through the door straight into her room so she could get back into bed. She hadn’t even noticed the bouquet of dried lavender, her favourite flower, tied with a red bow, nor had she noticed the long, thin box wrapped in wrapping paper with little red hearts. y/n flopped onto her bed, scrolling through Netflix to put on the notebook as she snuggled under the blanket, waiting for Chris to join her. When he didn’t, she finally looked up at him and a soft gasp left her lips. “For me?” She beamed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Nah I’m going dealing to some chick later. I’was her birthday yesterday. I had to bring her shit here so I didn’t have to go back home.” He joked, though y/n didn’t pick up on it at first as her smile dropped slightly despite the fact she tried to hide it to not come across as impolite. “Ma, I’m messing, course they’re for you.” He handed y/n the flowers and she immediately hung them on her headboard, her smile brighter than ever. Then, he handed her the small box. She instantly got to work opening it, clawing at the unnecessarily thick layers of sellotape to see what he’d bought. After finally getting in, y/n flung herself into Chris’ arms, embracing him in a tight hug that emphasised her gratitude. Inside the box: a strawberry flavoured crystal bar - her favourite.

“How did you know which one to get me?” she questioned, her tone drenched in pure amazement. He chuckled at her excitement, stroking her hair softly with his rough hands, “they’re the only ones I’ve ever seen you smoke, doll.” y/n pulled away and dragged him down onto the bed so they could watch the film, immediately opening her new vape and puffing every now and then. Her head laid softly on his chest, both of them getting comfy with his arm loosely wrapped around her shoulders, hand rested on her waist. He pulled out a pre-roll and lit it, smoking in silence as y/n was completely engrossed in the film they’d watched together a thousand times.

The smell of the weed instantly sparked a thought in y/n’s head, and she whipped her head round to look at Chris’ face. “Don’t you have to deal today?” She questioned, worried that she was taking up his time when he should be working. Chris smiled at her concern, shaking his head slightly. “Don’t worry ma, I got someone else doin’ runs f’me today. I’m here all day.” y/n smiled gratefully at this, and put her head back on his chest once again, her eyes locking back onto the screen.

As the movie progressed, and Chris got comfortably stoned, he couldn’t help but let a thought slip. “I’d build your dream house for you… shi’ id build a thousand houses to make you happy.” y/n’s breath hitched in her throat, and she scoffed slightly. “Don’t say things like that Chris, I might start to think you have a crush on me.” She tried to joke, looking up at his face, only to see him staring at her with pure love in his eyes. “Chris?-” “be my girlfriend y/n. Nah, fuck that, let me be your boyfriend. You got me wrapped ‘round your finger forreal. I wanna-” She cut him off with a soft, delicate kiss. Her hands traveled gently to his hair whilst his hand traveled up her sides and rested on her neck, holding but not squeezing. “Is that a-” “yes Christopher Owen Sturniolo, I will let you be my boyfriend.”

They kiss again, more passionately this time. Teeth clash and tongues intertwine until they finally pull away and rest their foreheads against each other’s. Deep breaths echo through the room as they stare at each other with passion and love, both not knowing what to do next. Eventually, y/n sinks back down to his chest and he puts his arm back around her, holding her a little tighter - a little more possessively - than he ever has before.

Honestly idk if I like this or not, so pls lmk your opinions on it. Also if there’s anything specific you wanna see, either comment it below this post or send it through my inbox xx

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Idk if you’re taking requests for dividers but if you are could you possibly do weed/dealer!chris dividers??

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dealer!chris and sweet!reader’s first interaction

⚠︎ mentions of y/n, greening out, being filmed, swearing, nasty girls - if there’s anything else lmk xx ⚠︎

Sixteen year old y/n didn’t even know how she got to where she was. One minute, her supposed-friends were pressuring her into smoking a joint, and the next she was sat on the floor, eyes rolling back, greening out. Tears were streaming down her face as she desperately reached out for help. She tried to grab onto any of her friends, but they all stood back laughing. Four phones were shoved in y/n’s face as she continuously threw up on the ground. Her eyes had grown so puffy that she could barely see, and the ringing in her ears had grown so loud she could barely hear. She felt completely detached from the universe, until she felt a foot in her side, kicking her unstable body to the ground. The laughter grew louder, and her feeling of nausea grew stronger. y/n felt absolutely helpless - as if she’d die right here, on that park, being filmed by the girls she thought were her friends.

That was until she heard the sound of wheels scraping on the floor getting louder and louder, heading towards the embarrassing scene. A male voice filled her ears: “hey! get the fuck away from her!” y/n tried to look up, to see who was coming to help her, but all she could see was a tall, blurry figure blocking her fragile body from the cameras. The unknown boy grabbed one of the girl’s phones and smashed it on the ground in an instant. “I said get the fuck away!” he spat in a low, menacing voice. The girls scoffed and stormed away from the scene, laughing quietly to themselves.

A beat of silence passed before the figure turned and bent down to reach y/n’s level. Unexpectedly, a gentle hand moved her messy hair from her face as he helped her sit up. “you’re okay, I’ve got you,” he cooed, wiping her mouth with his sleeve and rubbing her back. She looked up at him through squinted eyes, desperately trying to see who was helping her. “C-Chris?” she managed to whimper out. Chris and y/n went to the same school, though Chris was in the year above. They’d occasionally see each other around, they even followed each other on Instagram, but neither of them ever spoke in person. They were complete opposites. y/n was a sweet, innocent girl who tried her best to be kind to everyone. Chris was a cold hearted, sarcastic loner who smoked pot and spoke his mind about anything, cruel or not.

“‘s right. You’re y/n, yeah? You’re part of the council at school?.” he was trying to keep her grounded, trying to let her know she was still okay and nothing bad was happening. “mhm,” she confirmed, nodding her head and doing her best to smile politely despite the situation. A soft wind blew over them, and y/n shivered a concerning amount. Thinking quickly, Chris unzipped his north face jacket, pulled her body into his, and wrapped the coat around her. The mix of the warmth of the coat and the body heat radiating from Chris was enough to regulate y/n’s temperature.

Chris stroked her hair gently, calming her down whilst whispering soothing affirmations in her ear, letting her know she’d be okay. “C’mon let’s get you up ma, gotta get you home.”

a/n - I really hope you guys like this!! If you don’t please let me know and tell me what I can do better xx

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the amazing divider𑁤

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dealer!chris x sweet!reader au

introducing…

dealer!chris

19 / straight / pre-rolls / skates / Pepsi / silver chains / blunts / indie music / party goer / sweet!reader’s bobble on his wrist / calm / listens / overprotective / only child / street smart / good singer / fights for the right reasons / black cat energy / love language is giving gifts

“ᴵ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ʲᵒⁱⁿᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ // ᴵ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ʲᵒⁱⁿᵗˢ ᵃᵗ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ // ᴵ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ʲᵒⁱⁿᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳⁿᵒᵒⁿ // ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ” | [ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ʲᵒⁱⁿᵗˢ - ˢᵘᵇˡⁱᵐᵉ]

sweet!reader

18 / bisexual / strawberry crystal bars / feminist / activist / volunteers / gold heart locket / only goes to parties if Chris is there / yaps / older sister / energetic / kind to everyone / naive / golden retriever energy / good at baking / love language is physical touch

“ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵃʸ ᴵ’ᵐ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵗᵉⁿ // ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱʳˡ ᴵ’ᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ” | [ᵍⁱʳˡ ᴵ’ᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ - ᵒˡⁱᵛⁱᵃ ʳᵒᵈʳⁱᵍᵒ]

dealer!chris x sweet!reader

deeply in love with each other / opposites attract / hand holding during rough sex / chris’ hand on reader’s thigh whenever they sit next to each other / concert dates / chris sings to reader when she’s upset / rarely argue / reader would die for chris / chris would live for reader / movie nights

“ᴵᶠ ᴵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵉ // ʸᵒᵘ’ᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃʸ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ” | [ʷᵉ’ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵉˣ - ᴸᵉⁱᵗʰ ᴿᵒˢˢ]

I’ve put a lot of deep thought into this au and I can’t wait to share their life with you all!! Let me know the type of things you want to see (i.e texts, snaps, them in certain scenarios, etc). Send requests through my inbox, or comment them on this post!

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