I Wish It Would Snow At All In California In The Valley

I wish it would snow at all in California in the valley😭

6 inches of snow is so dumb like no go away hoe

twistor

request : no i’m just whipped for this man

warnings: none. maybe y/n being a savage but that’s about all.

summary: you and the triplets have your monthly game night

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

“bro can you spin the freaking wheel already?” matt shouts at chris “my arm is bent like way out of place and nick’s butt is in my face.”

“actually your face is in my butt.” nick corrects.

you groan as you continue to hold the awkward stance that chris has led you to in this round of twistor.

“i bet you wish that was y/n’s butt in your face, right matt?”

you blush and matt looks away as chris continues to bully the two of you.

you and matt had been dating for 2 years now. even though you have a game night every month with your boyfriend and his two brothers, chris never fails to make a remark about your relationship with his brother.

“chris shut your trap before i come over there and shove my fist down your throat” you shout.

“ohhh you got yourself one feisty girl matt.” chris says. “anyway… right hand red.”

when chris finally says that you, nick, and matt all go to put your right hand on red, but instead you and matt end up with both your hands on the same spot.

“matt….”

“yeah?”

“move your hand.”

“what if i don’t wanna?”

“then i’ll do this.” nick chimes in, pushing matt on top of you.

“NICK” you shout. “wait til i get my hands on you.”

nick chuckles as he shouts, “ i wonnnnn! i wonnn! suck it lovebirds.” this leads to nick then parading around the house like an absolute numbskull, all while matt is still laying on top of you.

“hi” you whisper.

“hi” matt says back.

you then lean up to press a lingering kiss on matt’s lips.

“EWWWWW NIIIICKKKKK MATT AND Y/N ARE SWAPPING SPIT ON THE TWISTER MATTTT.”

you pull away right as matt hops off you.

“come here chris.”

“nah.”

“i’m not gonna hurt you… i’m just gonna do this.”

matt then jumps on chris and they start play fighting.

you stand up and brush yourself off then start picking up the games from tonight’s festivities.

“nick get your butt in here and help me pick this junk up.” you shout through the house.

“sorry i only talk to winners.” he says as he sticks his tongue out at you, matt, and chris.

you flip him off as matt comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“you ready to go to bed..?”

“yeah… if i stay awake any longer nick won’t be able to wake up in the morning.”

nah yall gotta STOP 💀 sleep with your eyes open tn if you be posting them fake nudes oh my god they're real people you don't photoshop pictures of real people into nudes!!

Snow

chris sturniolo x reader

tw: none?? cussing maybe

fluff

"Chris! It's snowing!"

I call out for Chris as I see snowfall for the first time. Having lived in California for my entire life, Chris bringing me to his hometown was life changing. The weather was much cooler, and I was praying that I could see snow for the first time.

Finally, my prayer has come true. It's early December, and I excitedly look out the window, watching the snow. I feel Chris come up behind me and rest his hands on my waist, grinning at my excitement. "Can we go outside?" I ask, not waiting for his answer before opening the door.

"Woah, slow it there, ma. You'll freeze to death dressed like that," Chris protests, grabbing my hand. He already has my jacket in hand, and helps me put on the heavy snow coat. He already has his on. Chris puts one of his beanies on my head before I pull on my snow boots that I borrowed from his family. I rush out the door, feeling the cold air hit my face. I can see my breath in the air as I look up, squinting my eyes as snowflakes land on my face.

I feel Chris' arms wrap around me as he buries his face in my shoulder. I turn my head and kiss his temple before leaning down to touch the snow.

Its wet and sticks together in clumps as I pick it up. I'm immediately shocked at how cold it is, and yank my bare hand back. "Careful baby, you'll get frostbite if you don't put your gloves on," Chris says, handing me my gloves.

I put on the gloves and pick up the snow again, my hands still cold but feeling better. I stand up and look at Chris. "Can we make a snow man?" I ask with a smile. Chris playfully rolls his eyes.

"Fine, but only if we can go back inside soon. It's literally negative a million degrees out here."

He helps me roll a large ball of snow. It's easy, since the snow is sort of sticks to itself. I make the smaller balls and Chris picks them up for me and places them in a snowman shape.

"Uh, we don't have carrots or coal," Chris says with a soft laugh. "But we do have sticks and rocks." He picks them up, and makes a smiley face with the rocks before handing me the sticks. I shove a small stick into the snowman's face for the nose before putting a larger stick on either side of him for the arms.

"He's not half bad," I say with a smile. Chris kisses my cheek and takes a picture of me next to our snowman before guiding me back inside.

"Oh my gosh, it's so warm in here," he breathes as he shakes the snow off of him. We take off our jackets, boots and hats at the door before Chris runs to grab us more comfortable clothes and blankets. I shiver as I put the kettle on and get out hot chocolate packs. I walk back up to his room as I wait for the water to boil.

Chris hands me a pair of his pajama pants and a t-shirt. I put them on and he pulls a blanket over us.

"Wanna have some hot chocolate? The water should be done by now," I say as we walk down the stairs and back into the kitchen.

"Is that even a question?" Chris says, opening the instant hot chocolate packets and pouring them into our cups. He pours the hot water into them, stirs them, and hands me mine. We cuddle up together on the couch. "What'd you think of the snow?"

"It was nice, but also freezing cold," I say, resting my head on his shoulder.

"You won't be thinking it's nice tomorrow when we have to shovel it out of the driveway for my parents," Chris says with a laugh while I groan.

I HATE WRITING ENDINGS FOR ONE SHOTS ITS SO HARD

Anyways lmk what you guys think 😍

tell me if there are any errors

Tough Guy

matt sturniolo x reader

tw: angst kinda? but it gets better I swear

a/n: I have a love hate relationship with writing

I'm getting sick of Matt's tough guy attitude.

The constant ignoring, snarky remarks, and just overall his bad mood has really been getting to me lately. So, earlier today I decided I was going to talk to him.

"Matt?" I say, glancing over at him. He looks at me for a moment, the same irritated look on his face that he's been wearing for weeks.

"What?" His response is harsh.

"Can we talk about something?" I ask, putting my phone down.

"Like what?" He asks, scrolling through Instagram.

I sigh. "Like maybe how you've been ignoring me every time I talk to you?"

"I'm not ignoring you right now, am I?"

"Well, no-"

"Then what's the issue?" He sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Matt, you don't treat me like your girlfriend anymore!" I say, getting frustrated.

"Relax, it's not that big of a deal," Matt mumbles, getting up and tossing his phone on the bed.

I grab his arm. "No, you don't get to walk away from this. Why are you being so angry all of a sudden?"

Matt yanks his arm away from me, and i feel a little break in my heart. "I'm not angry, don't accuse me of things that aren't true!" He spits out, his jaw clenching.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!" I say, exasperated. "I'm just asking, Matt. This whole thing you have going on, it's wearing on our relationship."

Matt spins around. "Don't say that," he says, anger in his eyes.

"Don't say what? The truth?" I say, raising my voice. "Matt, you barely kiss me anymore! What's going on?" I try to search his face, but his expression has fallen blank. "Do you want to be with me anymore?"

Matt sighs, and sits on the bed next to me. "Of course i still want to be with you," he murmurs, picking at the duvet.

"Then treat me like it," I say firmly. "I'm your girlfriend, Matt. We're supposed to be in this together. This relationship isn't meant to be one-sided." Matt says nothing, but nods, looking down at his lap. I sigh and scoot closer to him. I gently cup his cheek, guiding him to face me. "What's wrong, Matty?"

He leans forward and gently hugs me, pressing his face into my neck. "I'm sorry," he whispers. I gently run my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry i treated you like you're not there."

"It's alright, Matt," I say softly, my eyes trained on the wall across from me. "We all go through rough spots sometimes. Just promise me that when this happens you'll talk to me instead of ignoring me."

Matt picks up his head and kisses me gently.

"Promise me, Matt," I whisper between kisses.

Matt pulls away just enough to meet my eyes, his lips brushing mine. "I promise," he murmurs before pressing his lips to mine once more.

a/n: I listened to careless whisper while writing this

this is not proofread so let me know if there are any mistakes!😍😍

love yall

I JUST FINISHED READING CARAVAL IT WAS SO GOOD OMG

ps I'm not dead just going through a few life errors right now so as soon as my grades stop dropping ill write more