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calling you out based on your favorite triplet!

it’s ya girl back at it again with the call out posts

cw: mentions of mental health issues, sexual trauma, and EDs

nick: if you’re a nick girl/boy/person, i get the feeling you’re the oldest. you sometimes tend to feel sorry for yourself and then you feel bad about feeling sorry for yourself and it becomes a vicious cycle. you probably have either dealt with body image issues or an eating disorder (idk every nick person i’ve met has dealt with that). you’re probably pretty insecure and you constantly compare yourself to all your friends and it’s tearing you apart. you have a hard time accepting compliments because you simply don’t believe them. i think there’s a lot you don’t talk about but then you blame others for your secrecy and feel bad for yourself, as if they just don’t understand. maybe try letting people in and let them have a shot at trying to understand you. you’re not an enigma.

songs you remind me of:

prom queen by beach bunny

not strong enough by boygenius

idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish

sippy cup by melanie martinez

orange juice by melanie martinez

tv by billie eilish

matt: if you’re a matt girl/boy/person, you’re probably the quietest one of the group. you possibly grew up without many friends and you often feel left out or unseen. you were the quiet kid and never really talked. you’re very nurturing and you try to take care of all your friends because you want them to know you see them. you’ve most likely dealt with mental health issues (specifically anxiety and/or depression). you tend to overthink a lot and you probably have a lot more to say than you actually say. you were probably the one who walked on the grass, the one who was the photographer but never in the photo, and the one who sat alone at lunch. as a kid, you went unnoticed but now you’re not. as a result, you end up purposely excluding yourself from your current friend group(s) because it’s what you’re used to and then you end up isolating yourself but you don’t realize that you’re doing it to yourself. i hope you’ll see that people do notice you and they do care about you. you’re not invisible.

songs that remind me of you:

the archer by taylor swift

chosen last by sara keys

letter to my 13 year old self by laufey

nobody by mitski

afraid by the neighbourhood

everything i wanted by billie eilish

chris: if you’re a chris girl/boy/person, i think you grew up too quickly. you probably had to start looking out for yourself at way too young of an age and now you have a hard time accepting nurturing and loving treatment. i get the feeling that you were sexualized from a young age too and you probably have some sexual trauma. as a result, you act hypersexual because it’s what you’ve been made to believe you’re supposed to be. people don’t take you seriously, probably because you are the funny one or the pretty one but you’re actually very observant and analytical. you notice things most people don’t. you’ve often been the butt of the joke in the friend group so now you make fun of everyone else before they can make fun of you. you might come off as mean but i think you’re just scared of being vulnerable. you definitely have commitment issues which probably stems from your childhood trauma (including but not limited to family issues). you end up getting yourself into dangerous or unhealthy or self destructive situations because it’s what you’re used to and you think it’s what people expect from you. you don’t have to follow your self fulfilled prophecy. you don’t have to be what others tell you that you are.

songs that remind me of you:

goddess by laufey

labyrinth by taylor swift

safeword by tv girl

don’t miss me by claire rosinkranz

brand new city by mitski

first love/late spring by mitski

#cheesesodaspeaks #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets

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cheesesoda · 2 months

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do i wanna be tara or chris in this situation.

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cheesesoda · 2 months

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hey, do you mind if i play some background noise while i fall asleep? yeah it just helps me relax, y’know? you don’t mind? great, thanks Male Whimpering Sounds 10 Hours

#cheesesodaspeaks #i’m just a girl

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cheesesoda · 2 months

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if i don’t respond to ur request, it’s most likely because i meant to but i forgot and now i’m in a different phase so i’m sorry but maybe one day i’ll go back 💔

anyway any reqs for matt or chris?

#cheesesodaspeaks #fanfics #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo

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cheesesoda · 2 months

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HELLO?? THIS IS SO UNDERRATED

For The Rest Of My Life

TW: fluff, and a teeny bit of angst if u squint

The red is what I got from the song, even though this is loosely referencing it.

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5 years. It's been 5 years since Chris begged his best friend, Nate, for your number. You all were in high school at the time, juniors, to be exact.

You remember it like it was yesterday, when Nate asked for your permission to give your number to Chris. You remember your heart beating out of your chest with anxiety and excitement, surprised that Chris even knew your name.

You said yes, of course. That night, Chris and you blossomed a love that nobody could break. Except yourselves.

The first time he kissed you, you were on your third date, sitting in the bed of your dad's truck, under the stars. Chris knew at that moment that he'd love you for the rest of his life.

The first time he met your mom, he was so nervous, scared that she'd hate him. But that quickly faded, as you were an exact replica of her, both personality wise and looks wise. He loved her so much as they both instantly clicked. Sometimes, you questioned if he was only with you to get to her cooking, a real staple in their relationship.

That question died down as he made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. He took you on small dates and he treated better than anyone else ever could.

Even for your first time having sex together, he made it more special than you could've ever imagined. He was slow and sweet, making sure you were comfortable with everything he was doing.

You were kids, of course, so neither of you knew how to communicate rationally when you're upset. If Chris was angry, you'd smile at him, and he hated it, but he stayed. If you were upset, Chris would try to help, but in the end, he'd be frustrated and leave you alone with your thoughts, and you hated it, but you stayed.

You both matured together. You both grew up together. You both had your glow up together. Through the ups and downs, you stuck together. Every weekend, you go to his house, or he'd go to yours, and those were the core memories that stuck with you.

Eventually, you graduated high school together, and you followed Chris and his brothers to LA. The triplets job in social media was both good and bad.

The good part was, that you'd been in videos since you were in high school, so everyone knew you as Y/N Sturniolo, which was incorrect, but you kinda liked the way the last name looked on you.

When you and Chris announced you were dating, the internet almost exploded. Some fans were confused, some were upset, but most were supportive.

The hate got to you at times, but Chris was always right there to help you. He was there to reassure you, and he was there to defend you against the people who hate from behind a screen.

5 years. You and Chris had been dating for 5 years. 5 years, building up to this moment.

You weren't in a public restaurant because Chris knew how much you hated unwanted and unnecessary public attention. He'd always hold you close to him when he was swarmed by teenage girls during your mall outings, making sure you were okay.

Chris suggested that you all go to Boston and invite both families to hang out, having a little get together.

You thought it was strange, but you complied. All 4 of you, as well as Madi and Laura, packed your bags and got on the flight to Boston.

You'd been there for about a week, and Chris had planned a bunch of stuff out. He paid for you and your mom to get your nails done, and he gave you money to go shopping at the mall. You couldn't be more grateful.

Little did you know. Today was the day.

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"Good morning, ma." Chris's voice rang throughout the quiet room. The sun glistened through the curtain, painting the room a golden yellow. You rolled over and made eye contact with blue eyes.

As you take in your surroundings, you feel Chris's big hands on your back, rubbing small circles comfortingly.

You hummed in response. "Come on, you gotta get up. I planned some stuff for us to do today." His deep voice broke at the end of his sentence, earning a smile from you.

"What time is it?" You asked, your morning voice finally breaking free from your mouth.

Chris smiled. "7:30pm." You and Chris always take midday naps, but this one was more of an evening nap.

You groaned and playfully slapped Chris's chest lightly. "What if we just lay here?" You closed your eyes tightly.

Chris chuckled lightly. "What if I tell you I made food?" You opened one eye, scanning Chris's face for an explanation.

"I'd call bullshit. The house is still standing." You joke.

Chris laughs lightly. "Okay, fuck you kid. Get up before it gets cold." He kisses your temple before pulling the covers off himself and standing up to put a shirt on. "Get dressed. Casual clothing, we're going out." He smiled before walking out of the room.

You sigh as you follow suit, putting a black croptop on, with a white jacket. You put a pair of blue jeans on and your white Air Forces that Chris got you to match his.

You do your hair, brush your teeth, do your makeup, and put your earrings on before walking downstairs. Your jaw drops as you see your beautiful boyfriend sitting at the island, which is covered with all of your favorite foods.

"Wha- what's all this?" You ask as you move towards Chris slowly. He smiles as he stands up and approaches you. You meet in the middle, and he wraps his hands around your waist. You rest your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him.

"Surprise, baby." He said, pulling you in to give you a sweet, passionate kiss.

You smile into the kiss. "What's this all for?" You ask, turning your head to admire the spread of food in front of you. Another thing Chris knew about you was that you were a foodie. No matter what you were doing, food would make it a hundred times better.

He shrugged, his face turning a light pink color. "I just felt like it." Is all he said.

You tilted your head in confusion but nodded nonetheless. "Thank you, baby. I love it." You smile.

"I knew you would." He leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Now, dig in. We gotta be there in an hour." He let go of your waist and guided you to the island.

"Be where?" You asked, sitting down at the island.

He shook his head and grinned. "You'll see."

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"Chris, come on! Can I take this off now?" You said, pouting, tugging on the blindfold.

He laughed but kept his eyes on the road. He carrassed your thigh gently. "No, ma, but we're almost there."

You groan, putting your head back. "I've been in the dark so long." You whine loudly.

Chris laughs. "I know, I know, but I promise it's worth the wait."

You roll your eyes, even though he can't see them. "It better be." You grumble.

You feel the car be put in park. "See, we're here. Was that so hard, sweetheart?"

You cross your arms. "Yes." You lie, smiling.

Chris shakes his head. "Whatever. Let me get the door for you." You hear Chris open and close the door, leaving in a brief silence before you feel your door open.

You feel for Chris's arms, which immediately help you out of the car. He pulls you into a hug. "I love you, baby." He whispers, his voice quiet and shaky.

You cock your head in confusion. "I love you, too. Everything okay?"

You feel Chris lift the blindfold off your head, your eyes immediately shutting at the sudden brightness. "Damn, Chris." You mutter, rubbing your eyes.

He laughs lightly.

When your eyes adjust to the brightness, you see that you're in a park.

But it wasn't any park. It was the park where you and Chris both said your first 'I love yous'. The park that was above the beach, a place where you could park your car and watch the sunset.

This place held such a sensitive place in your heart, and it immediately tugged in your chest as you looked at Chris, who had tears in his eyes.

"Baby, what're we doing here?" You wipe his tears, and he laughs softly, wiping them as well. "I told myself I wasn't gonna cry yet."

You shake your head. "It's okay. What're you planning?"

He shook his head, grabbing your hand and walking you through the park. You approach a blanket with words written on it. You can't make out the word before Chris pulls you into him, as you both stand up in front of the sunset.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as your back pressed against his chest. He swayed you both back and forth as you both just relished each other's company for a while.

Eventually, he spoke. "Come on." He grabbed your hand, walking you to the blanket, where you can see the letter clearly now. It spelled out 'will you marry me?" In your favorite flower petals, because he knew you didn't like red. (Unless it's red, then replace with fav color)

You freeze and look at Chris, who is now kneeling in front of you with a ring.

You cover your mouth with your hands, tears threatening the fall.

Chris wiped his tears before his spoke, clearing his throat. "Y/n Y/l/n, I love you so much. I never knew I could ever feel this way about someone. I never knew I could be so happy." He choked, wiping his tears once more. "Fuck. Okay, okay. You're my strength and my weakness. You help me battle my demons, and so far, we're undefeated. After all these years, I still have a crush on you, and it's never faded."

He swallowed, not bothering to wipe his tears anymore. You're still standing in front of him in shock, listening to his proposal.

"I love you so much, and if you let me, I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life. And if you let me, we can start a family. And if you let me, I can call you my wife. So, Y/n Y/l/n... will you marry me?"

You stare at Chris for a moment longer before kneeling in his level and engulfing him in a hug. You both are an emotional mess, using each other for comfort.

You pull away and wipe your tears. Chris smiles. "Is that a yes?"

You nod, laughing tearfully. "Yes, yes, of course." You pull him into an emotional kiss before pulling away.

He attempted to slide the ring on your finger, but he was shaking. "Oh baby, you're shaking." You sniffle.

He smiles shyly, finally getting the ring on. "I know, I was nervous as fuck." You pull him into another hug as he stood up.

"I love you so much, Christopher." You say into the crook of his neck. He smiled. "I love you more. You have no idea."

You feel tears prick your eyes again, never feeling more loved. Chris looked at your glassy eyes, wiping the tears. "Don't cry again, or I'm gonna cry again." He says, his voice shaking.

You laugh. "I can't help it! I'm gonna get married!" You sigh.

"Well, get it the fuck together! I told Matt and Nick I wouldn't cry." He exclaimed jokingly.

You laugh, wiping his tears. "They didn't believe you, did they?"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Give me that ring back." You laugh as he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the car.

"Where are we going?" You ask, buckling up.

"They're waiting for us at the restaurant." He said.

"What?"

He looked at you. "I love you so much, ma. I can't wait to be your husband." He smiled. Your face flushed as you leaned in to give him a deep, passionate kiss.

He smiled into the kiss. "If I get one of those every time I say that, don't expect any other words to come out of my mouth from now on."

You laugh as he puts the car in drive. After about 15 minutes, you arrive at the restaurant.

From the car, you can see yours and Chris's whole family through the window. You look at Chris. "How -"

He put his hand up. "Magician never reveals his secrets." You smile, getting out of the car, holding hands with Chris as you both walk into the building.

You walk in and the building went silent. All the eyes looked at you, but they didn't make you nervous, because you knew all of the familiar, comforting eyes look at you.

Chris clears his throat. You look at him before looking back at everyone. You smile and hold up your hand with the ring on it.

"I'm getting married!" You say, earning cheers and claps from the audience. Matt and Nick immediately walk up to Chris and give him a giant hug and say congratulations.

Matt pulled you into a comforting hug. "Did he cry?" He asked as he pulled away.

You smile. "Like a baby." You laugh, earning a laugh from Matt and Nick. Chris stared at you. "Snitch." He muttered.

Nick embraced you into a hug. "Congratulations. I'm surprised he managed to keep you after all these years." Nick shook his head. You laughed.

"Me too. But I wouldn't trade it for the world."

Nick cringed. "Corny." He smiled, shaking his head.

You smile, before saying goodbye and walking over to Chris, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, baby." You whisper in his ear, his arm snaking around your waist.

He smiled back at you, tears pricking his eyes again. "I love you, too."

You were going to get married. Married to your best friend and soul mate. And you couldn't be happier.

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#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher owen sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x you

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cheesesoda · 2 months

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i was going through my diary from age 12ish and i found a page titled “trying to make my name pretty” and it was me spelling my first name different ways and that devastated me. this one goes out to all my girlies with ethnic names <3

i’m starting to regret going by my middle name because it’s more american/english :(

#cheesesodaspeaks #ethnic name #sobbing

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cheesesoda · 2 months

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Punk Tactics.

chris x fem!reader

a/n: very loosely ib send me your location by @soursturniolo

genre: idek hurt/comfort?

summary: reader is getting harassed and chris steps in.

cw: sexual harassment, language, violence (in defense tho BUT I DONT CONDONE VIOLENCE)

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chris wasn’t a very overprotective boyfriend. he knew you could handle yourself in fact he kinda liked watching you handle yourself. on very few occasions did he feel it was necessary to step in, and when he did step in—it’s evident why he didn’t do it too often.

you, chris, matt, and nick were all at a party that nate was throwing. hundreds of bodies were pressed up against each other with how crowded it was. music blared as everybody danced.

“i’m gonna go get some drinks.” you practically yelled over the music to chris and he nodded as he kept talking and dancing with a few friends and his brothers.

when you entered the kitchen, it was much quieter. the door muffled the music coming from the rest of the house. you were surprisingly the only one in the kitchen. you got two cans of pepsi but as you were about to leave, two men walked in. you ignored their presence until one of them blocked the doorway in front of you.

“can i help you?” you ask disinterestedly. “you could say that.” he replies with a grin. “what my friend here is trying to say is we wanna have some fun with you.” the other one speaks up from behind you and you spin around to face him. “thanks but no.” you turn back towards the other one. “now will you get out of my way?” you sigh. “that’s not a very nice way to speak to me, dont you think?” he fake pouts.

you hated using the boyfriend card because you wanted to believe you could fend off creeps without it, but this was a situation that called for it. “look, i’ve got a boyfriend.” you say. “really? if i was your boyfriend i wouldn’t let you leave the house dressed like that.” he snickers. “thank god you’re not.” you scoff. “listen, bitch,” he growls, pushing you back against the kitchen counter. “i’ve had enough of your disrespect. shut the fuck up before i break your fucking nose!” the other one corners you against the counter alongside his friend.

he yanks up your dress and suddenly you can’t move. fear courses through your veins and you can’t say a word. “not so tough anymore, huh?” he says. this is it you think to yourself as he meddles with your dress. right when you think there’s nothing left to do, the kitchen door creaks open.

“y/n? are you okay?” it’s chris. you must’ve been taking a while. “chris!” you nearly cry out. when he sees the two men looming over you while glaring at him, his gaze darkens. “get away from her.” he says firmly but calm. “yeah? what are you gonna do?” one of the men sneers. “get the fuck away from her.” chris repeats, stepping closer to the men. “get lost, kid. we found her first-“ the other man dismisses chris but before he can even finish his sentence, a fist comes pounding into his face.

he staggers backwards with a groan. “you broke my fucking nose!” he screams. the other man punches chris in retaliation but chris grabs him by the collar before wailing on him. “chris!” you exclaim. the sounds of the men’s screams must’ve attracted some attention because some people came rushing into the kitchen, including matt and nick.

nick pries chris off of the guy as matt asks you what happened. “i-i was just getting drinks and they- they came in and- i said no, matt, but they just wouldn’t stop and then chris…” you pant through short, panicked breaths. “hey, y/n, breathe. it’s okay.” matt says soothingly. “matt, come on!” nick calls to matt from the doorway, still holding chris who is struggling to break free.

later that night…

you and the triplets are back at their house. chris had a few bruises and cuts and a bloody nose so you patched him up in the bathroom. you dabbed at the blood on his face with a washcloth. “you could’ve gotten really hurt, chris. what if the cops get involved?” you said softly. “i’d do it again.” he scoffed. “i should’ve done worse, to be honest.” you put down the washcloth and cupped his cheek. “chris…” you sigh. “y/n…” he mimics you. “those fucking bastards deserved every punch they got, and more. i don’t regret a thing.” he confesses and you can tell he’s telling the truth. “i just don’t want you to get hurt.” you reply. “i don’t want you to get hurt either.” he says. you sigh deeply and resume cleaning his wounds.

when you finish, you climb into bed together. a comfortable silence falls upon the room as you cradle each other in your arms. “it was kinda hot watching you beat those fuckers up though.” you confess after a couple minutes of quiet. “yeah?” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “good night.” you groan. “love you too.” he says before you both fall asleep.

#chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #fanfics #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo

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cheesesoda · 3 months

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#cheesesodaspeaks #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader

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cheesesoda · 3 months

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Everyone has the potential to fall victim to being indoctrinated into a cult. Anyone can be sexually assaulted. Anyone can become a victim of an abusive relationship. Yes, even if you're intelligent and strong willed. Yes, even if you think you're tough and "don't take shit from anyone".

If you've never found yourself as the victim of a cult, or sexual assault, or abuse, the only thing separating you from people who have been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse is circumstance. That's it. Sheer luck. Luck over what family you were born into. Luck over who you were surrounded by when you were emotionally compromised or in any way vulnerable. Ect.

You are not better than people who have been victimized. They didn't do anything wrong to ask to be victimized. Anyone can be victimized by these situations given the perfect storm of circumstances. You are not better than people who have been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse.

You need to understand that if you are lucky enough to have never been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse, it's very little to do with how smart or strong you are or you doing all the "right" things. Someone can be smart and strong and do all the right things and still find themselves a victim given the perfect storm of bad circumstances.

The sooner this can be understood, the sooner we can do away with victim blaming culture. And the sooner we can do away with victim blaming culture the sooner atrocities like cults, sexual assault, and abuse can stop being so prolific. Victim blaming culture allows these atrocities to thrive. And they will continue to thrive until we shift the blame to where it rightfully belongs.

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The Only Exception.

Part 1: Never Sing Of Love If It Does Not Exist.

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

a/n: as a chris girl, i’m obligated to write a fic obvs also title comes from the song ‘the only exception’ by paramore!! this will be a multiple part fic so there will be more parts to come if y’all like it 🫶

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

summary: two emotionally unavailable people won’t admit their feelings.

cw: family issues, cheating (not in the main couple), only one bed trope, emotional unavailability 🤞

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anybody who knew chris sturniolo knew he was not a fan of commitment. he had never been in a relationship as a result of this fear. sure, he’d had situationships but he ran from anything too serious. he’d been hurt before and he wouldn’t let it happen again.

y/n l/n, on the other hand, never gave herself the chance to get hurt. she’d seen how love had hurt her mother. she’d seen how her father abused her mother’s love. her father had constantly cheated on her mother for her entire childhood. y/n had watched as her father broke her mother’s heart over and over again, just for her to keep forgiving him. she knew her mother didn’t really love him anyway. so y/n decided she never ever wanted that. if that was what love is, she wanted nothing to do with it.

y/n was close friends with all of the sturniolo triplets. she lived next door to them, so it was easy for them to all hang out often. she even made the occasional appearance in their videos.

one day, y/n went to the mall with nick. a cute guy started hitting on her but she quickly shut him down and gave him the cold shoulder. once he left, nick scolded her. “what are you doing, y/n?! he was so cute and nice!” nick exclaimed. “i just don’t want a relationship right now.” she sighed. “you never want a relationship!” he groaned in response. the two finished shopping and went back to nick’s house, still bickering about y/n turning down everybody who has ever wanted to be with her.

she was close to nick. she was close to all the sturniolo triplets, but she didn’t want to tell them about her parents’ marital issues from her childhood and how that made her terrified of love.

“you’re like chris! you’re so scared of commitment!” nick complained. “i’m not scared of anything.” she lied through her teeth. “i just… have bigger priorities than being in a relationship.” she was technically telling the truth—at least part of it.

for the rest of the night, y/n and the triplets watched a movie. however, the only thing y/n could think about was what nick said. “youre like chris! you’re so scared of commitment!” she was scared of commitment, but she was mostly scared of being hurt.

when the movie ended, nick and matt had fallen asleep on the couch. “of course nick couldn’t stay awake in the movie he suggested.” chris rolls his eyes as the credits roll in the background. y/n laughs softly. “i should probably get going.” she exhaled as she stood up from the couch. “i’ll walk you to your door.” chris offered. even though she lived very close, chris still walked her home at night.

they reached y/n’s house quickly but the pair lingered on the doorstep. “is everything okay?” chris asked. “what? yeah, of course! what makes you say that?” y/n defended herself quickly (with a little too much eagerness). “you just seemed a bit… unfocused.” he shrugs. “oh, it’s nothing. nick is just always pestering me to accept people’s advances.” she scoffs. “and why don’t you?” he asked. the way he asked seemed more as if he was finding out for himself, as if he was hoping for a certain answer. “uh… well i guess…” y/n stammers. she didn’t want to open this can of worms ever, especially not in the middle of the night on her doorstep with chris. “sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything! you don’t have to answer that. good night, y/n.” chris says before jogging down the steps and he walking back to his own home, as she watched him the whole way.

the next day, nick texted y/n asking if she wanted to come along on a roadtrip with them for a video. of course, she agreed. she packed her bags and then met with the triplets the next morning. she sat next to nick in the back while chris and matt sat in the front. they filmed a bit during the car ride and occasionally stopped for snacks. the four arrived at the hotel within 4 hours and checked in.

“we booked 4 rooms. are you sure it only says 2?” nick asked the receptionist after she told him the reservation only listed 2 rooms under his name. “yes. and i’m afraid we’re completely booked.” the receptionist said. nick relented and accepted their fate.

“which room are we in?” chris asked nick. “we? if you think i’m sharing a room with your loud ass when i have to edit these videos, you’re mistaken.” nick scoffed. “wha-?!” chris exclaimed. “fine. matt, where are we staying?” he sighed. “no way, i claim matt, he’s the quietest out of you 3 and he’s the one who gives me the smallest headache!” nick said. “i’m not loud!” y/n exclaims. “for sure… anyway, chris and y/n, you guys are in room 317. matt and i are in room 313.” nick hands y/n the key.

when chris and y/n enter their room, as if it couldn’t get any worse—you guessed it—there was only one bed. “you’ve gotta be kidding me…” y/n groaned. “we have to share a room and a bed?” chris complained. “whatever. do you want to use the shower first?” chris offered y/n. it was already 7pm by the time they’d gotten to their rooms. “if you don’t mind, thank you.” y/n accepts and heads into the bathroom.

as she showered, y/n silently panicked about the situation. sharing a bed with chris seemed terrifying considering she always had a tiny crush on him. and crushes were never good. crushes are just liking people and they either never like you back or they do like you back and you date and get hurt and neither of those outcomes y/n wanted for her and chris.

meanwhile, chris was thinking the exact same thing as he sat on the bed, waiting for y/n to finish showering. y/n was one of his closest friends and he especially didn’t want to lose her.

y/n finished her shower and got changed, but not before realizing that she only packed oversized t-shirts and underwear to sleep in. she exited the bathroom in a big f/c shirt and underwear (luckily, you couldn’t tell if she was wearing shorts or not because of the length of the shirt). “shower’s all yours.” she said and chris took his turn.

after they both finished their night routines, they got into bed; y/n wearing only a shirt and underwear and chris wearing just pajama pants. “good night, chris.” y/n said awkwardly, both of them facing away from each other. “‘night, y/n.” he responded.

they both lie awake in the bed, stiff and tense. y/n thought about chris's question from a couple days ago. “and why don’t you?” why doesn’t she accept anyone’s advances? “i don’t… want to get hurt.” y/n confesses, her back still to chris’s. “what?” he asks. “when you asked me a couple days ago why i don’t accept anybody’s affection. i think i don’t want to be the one to get hurt.” she explains. “…i get that.” he says softly after a long silence. “i think i’m like that too.” she flips onto her other side to face chris, and he does the same. “yeah?” she posed for confirmation. “yeah.” he replied.

it all felt so intimate. and she hated it. “why are you afraid of getting hurt?” chris pondered. this was quickly moving into unsafe territory for y/n and her walls were coming back up. “what?” “i’ve had my heart broken before and i guess i’ve just been more… guarded ever since. what’s your story? why are you scared?” he asked. she swallowed thickly. “um…” should she really tell him this? “i don’t know.” she lies. she wants to open up to him, but she can’t. “i-im pretty tired,” she fake yawns. “good night.” she flips back away from chris again. “oh, yeah, good night.”

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