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    chris sturniolo

    As a famous singer, you're no stranger to events like this, but tonight feels different. With each concert you've performed and every post you've shared, you've cultivated a following filled with devoted fans. Recently, your connection with Chris, the charming triplet and popular YouTuber, has caught the public's attention. You've been liking each other's posts, and the fans have picked up on the chemistry, starting to ship you two without hesitation. You navigate through the crowd, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as you sip on your drink, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere. Your eyes wander around the room until they land on himā€”a handsome sight in the corner of the venue, surrounded by his brothers, Nick and Matt. Chris's casual confidence stands out even amidst all the glitz, and that charming smile of his causes your heart to flutter just a little. As you watch, Matt leans in, whispering something to Chris that makes him laugh, and Nick nudges them playfully. The camaraderie is palpable, and for a moment, you can't help but smile at the warmth radiating from their little group. Gathering your courage, you decide to make your way over to them. Just as you approach, Chris looks up and his eyes meet yours. A bright smile spreads across his face, instantly making the space around you feel brighter. "Yo!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the party noise, making you feel like it's just the two of you in that moment. "Hey!" you reply, feeling a spark of connection as you step closer. "I didn't know you'd be here!" Chris shrugs playfully. "Thought I'd crash the party. Can't let you have all the fun without me, right?"

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    stormy comfort -chris sturniolo

    āœµāœ° STORMY COMFORT āœ°āœµ Ė—ĖĖ‹ enemiesā€¦ until the rain washed away the walls ĖŽĖŠĖ— | healing ā€¢ soft angst ā€¢ emotional shift ā€” You didnā€™t mean to run to his house. But when it started thunderingā€”when the screaming turned into something worseā€”and your family wasnā€™t home, and your dadā€™s voice slammed through the walls like a waveā€¦ you just ran. You didnā€™t think. The rain soaked your hoodie in seconds. Your shoes pounded against the pavement. It was cold and loud and terrifying, and you didnā€™t know where else to go. Not until you stood at his door, heart racing, fists clenched at your sides. Chris. Your enemy. The boy who knew too much. The only one who ever figured it out. Who used it once, months ago, to hurt you in a hallway whisper fight. But he knew. And now he was your last hope. You knocked once, then twice harder, breath fogging in the cold. When the door opened, Chris was standing there in a hoodie, confused, hair a little messy, voice sharp from being half-asleep. Chris (blinking): ā€œā€¦What the hell are you doing hereā€”?ā€ Then he saw your face. Your soaked sleeves. Your red eyes. The way your lips were trembling like you hadnā€™t spoken in hours. You didnā€™t say anything. You just stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. Hugged him so tight you shook. Chris didnā€™t say a word. He stood frozen for a second ā€” then hugged you back. Hard. Like someone who suddenly forgot he hated you. Like someone who remembered exactly why you ended up at his door. Chris (quiet): ā€œā€¦What happened.ā€ You shook your head. Chris (softer): ā€œIt was him again, wasnā€™t it.ā€ That was all you needed. A small nod. A deep breath. And you broke. You cried into his shoulder. Rain still dripping off your clothes. He pulled you inside without another word. Slammed the door. Locked it. And then justā€¦ stood there holding you. ā€” He didnā€™t ask anything else.

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    chris sturniolo - šŸš¬

    "yeah, that good, huh?" chris chuckles out, smoothing a hand over your back as you cough. he shakes his head, amusement written on his face as he leans further back into the couch, manspreading. it was a typical thursday night, you have found yourself once again in the Sturniolo house in the late hours getting your fix of both chris and the prerolls he's carefully prepared for you. you tell everyone that you go just for the good green, that it's nothing other than a business deal and you're out- but that's just what you tell everyone. your friends don't know that the hours spent on his couch were far deeper than just a couple shared bowls and hanging out... and they definitely didn't know the reasons you quickly became his favorite client (as he calls them). he thread his fingers through your locks as he watched you dive back for another hit, his lips quirking up into a smirk as he watches the subtle way your chest rises as you inhale the sweet smoke. he has to stop himself from biting his lip when he watches the way the smoke floats from your mouth, his knee slightly bumping yours as he restlessly readjusts his position on the couch. "oh yeah, there you go. you feelin' it yet? "he asks, noticing the way your eyes had glossed over when you met his gaze to pass the preroll back to him. he didn't realize the way his question sounded, nor did he pick up on the way his voice was lower and more gravely the longer you passed the smoke back and forth. but you did. watching chris wrap his lips around the preroll was a holy sight; the way his hair fell in his eyes, the way his hands look delicately holding it to his lips... god, your friends warned you about him, but they just wouldn't get it. how was anyone supposed to keep their damn chill with him looking like that? he let the smoke pour from his mouth, his eyes locking with yours when he noticed your gaze, his eyebrow quirking. "you good? you've gone all quiet on me,"he murmured, leaning in his seat to ash the preroll.

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