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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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HELP ME OUT? PT 2

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chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

blue- matt

summary: chris is falling behind in english. he knows he has to get in grade in check before his big lacrosse game, or else coach will bench him. so what better idea than to reach out to the smart girl who sits in front of him in class? after all, it's just a little help... right?

readers pov

when i opened up my front door, i was met with his blue eyes and his long brown hair that fell messily into his face. he gave me a slight tongue in cheek smirk before speaking.

“hey y/l/n” he said, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes.

“where’s your books?” i questioned as i looked down at his hands that were in his pockets.

“well we’re in the same class aren’t we?” he asked.

“correct” i furrowed my brows slightly at the boy.

“then we have the same books no?” he smirked down at me, he knew i couldn’t argue with that.

“whatever” i rolled my eyes in a joking manner. “you can come in” i stepped aside, making room for him to walk through the doorway.

chris walked in and i shut the door behind him. it was silent for a few seconds as his eyes scanned around, taking quick glances at all the picture frames that hung on the wall.

“my room is upstairs. that’s where all my books are. do you want something to drink before we go up? water, pepsi-“

“a pepsi would be perfect actually” he cut me off, seemingly excited.

“okay i’ll go grab one real quick. you can go ahead and go upstairs if you want. my room is the first one on the right” i told him as i walked towards the kitchen.

chris went up the staircase. i opened the fridge and grabbed us our drinks before i went up. i opened the door and found him sitting on the edge of my bed, looking around at my decor.

“sorry it’s kinda messy, i wouldn’t cleaned more if you have me more of a heads up” i teased, handing him his pepsi.

“nah you’re good. this is nothing compared to my brothers room” he shook his head and grabbed the can from me. our fingers brushed against each other. i felt a chill run down my spine, my cheeks flushed with warmth and i knew for sure i was blushing. why did my body react like that? his hands hardly grazed mine and i felt my heart skip a beat. this was ridiculous. the crack of the can opening snapped me out of my thoughts.

“so how about let’s start with what you are understanding so i kind of have a ballpark idea of how to help you” i unzipped my bookbag and pulled out my textbook, opening it to the chapter we were learning in class.

“i don’t understand shit. i’m so lost” he leans back on his elbows, his eyes fixed me while i flip through my notes.

i look up from my notebook and raise an eyebrow at him. “well then what are you the least confused about?” i tried getting something out of him.

“probably the fact that this shakespeare guy was full of shit.” he mumbled before taking a sip of his pepsi, eying me, waiting for my reaction.

“you’re ridiculous.” i deadpan. he smirks and i try my best not to smile, but i feel the corners of my lips curl up. only egging him on more.

“i mean come on. he doesn’t even use real words” he points to a sentence quoting a like from Macbeth.

“i don’t know. i think it’s kinda cool.” i shrugged.

chris didn’t say anything. he just looked at me through the strands of hair that have fallen back into his eyes after numerous attempts of pushing them out of his face. we stare at each other in silence for a few moments. i admire his features. his button nose, his blue eyes, the pink hue of his lips, the way his dark brown hair curled slightly at the ends. each feature of him face complimented the next so beautifully.

i’m the first to look away. i still felt his eyes lingering on me. i could already tell that this was going to be far more difficult than i ever anticipated. in more ways than one.

chris pov

i watched her as her eyes skimmed over her textbook. she sat criss cross on her bed. hair falling into her view and she would brush it back behind her ear. i never really realized how beautiful she was. i guess i was only used to seeing the back of her head. i never noticed the way she would take her bottom lip into her mouth while she focused. i never noticed that her eyes were the perfect shade of y/e/c. or how she had freckles that littered her cheeks, looking like constellations on a map of the sky and stars. or the bracelets that clung to her wrist. it was all new to me. i wanna kick myself for not admiring all these things sooner. but maybe if i did know about all these little details about her, i definitely would have paid far less attention in class.

“so” she cleared her throat. “i think it would be best if we start here. this is the most difficult part i think, so it’s probably a good idea to get it knocked out first. is that okay?” she picks up her textbook and puts it between us, pointing to the section.

“you’re the boss” i sit up from my laying position on her bed. adjusting my shirt as i scoot ever so slightly closer to her.

the way she talked about the subject mesmerizes me. she used her hands as she spoke. each word leaving her mouth with a sense of knowledge and passion that made this situation far more attractive than it should have been. i nodded along. i could listen to her talk forever. her voice was soft and relaxing. it fell from her lips like that of honey. i took in everything she was saying. not wanting to miss the sound of a single word. she never talked much in school. i think before this i’ve only heard her speak maybe twice. short one word sentences. but now i never wanted her to stop. she could sit there and read me the oxford dictionary front and back twelve times and i wouldn’t get bored. the pace of her words would quicken and i could tell she really enjoyed what she was talking about.

“oh my god. i’m so sorry. i’m just rambling” she laughs awkwardly, a light pink color painted on her cheeks.

“no don’t apologize. you’re good. i liked it. it’s really cool how you know all this stuff. “ i reassured her.

she smiled and continued talking for a few for minutes. she pulled out a pen from her bookbag that was laying behind her. she ripped out a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote down a few things and handed it to me.

“these are just some sections that i think you should read over that will help the homework make more sense.“ i looked down at the paper, reading what she had jotted down. god even her hand writing was pretty.

“‘’preciate it” i folded up the paper and slipped it into my pocket.

“i can also send you my notes if you’d like?” she held up her notebook

“yeah that would be great actually. my notes are ass” i admitted. earning a slight giggle to escape her lips.

i watched her as she flipped through the pages of her notes and snapped pictures. my phone dinged. it was all the pictures she took.

“thanks. those will help me a lot” i turn my phone off and looked at her.

“good. so, are you gonna come back over tomorrow? or are you busy?” she asked.

“i’m pretty sure i’m free.” i answered. trying my best not to let her on about how eager i was to see her again. i knew for a fact i was free. even if i wasn’t, i’d make it work.

“okay cool.“ she smiled.

our eyes land on each others for the millionth time tonight. i never wanted to look away. our knees were touching. we stay like this for all of 10 seconds. not speaking. just staring back at each other. i couldn’t help but look down at her lips. they looked so soft. i couldn’t help but imagine how they’d mold with mine. the sound of her voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“well uh, i don’t want to corrupt you with too much in one night.” her voice cut through the silence.

“yeah. i think matt’s on his way. i don’t live far.” i responded.

honestly, i wouldn’t have minded if she gave me a 12 hour lecture about the mechanics of a toaster. something about her drew me to her. i didn’t know what it was. it was almost intoxicating.

a few minutes pass before i get a text from matt letting me know he’s outside. y/n follows me down the stairs and to the door.

“thanks for everything. you didn’t have to do all that” i put my hand on the door handle.

“no i wanted to. besides, how tragic would it be if THE christopher sturniolo couldn’t play lacrosse?” she teased.

i rolled my eyes and smiled. “man i don’t even want to think about it” i pretended to shiver at the thought. she laughed. i think that was my new favorite thing.

“alright we’ll i should probably get outta here. matt’s probably getting pissed waiting on me.” i started twisting the door handle.

“okay. i’ll see you tomorrow” she waved.

“see ya y/l/n” i step out and jog down her porch steps.

i get to the van and opened the door. i sit down and get buckled in.

“what are you smiling about?”

a/n: AHHH. i hope y’all like this. i think it’s kinda cutie 😋 lmk how you’re feelin !!

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sturn3g1rl · 4 months

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QUESTION!!

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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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HELP ME OUT? PT 1

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chris sturniolo × fem reader

a/n: hey guys!! this is just a little series that i'm throwing together just so i have some nothing to post while i work on writing other fics!! this first part is kinda slow, but i PROMISE it will get better!!

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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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experience

part 1

matt sturniolo x reader

a/n: surprise 😋

summary: y/n heads off to college in a few weeks. the only problem? she knew next to nothing about any physical interactions. no sex. no kisses. nothing. so what happens when her best friend, matt, knows just the way to fix her dilemma?

reader pov

“matt i don’t even know what to pack” i look up at matt, who was laying on my bed, throwing my hands down in defeat as i sat with my suitcase open, clothes scattered all over the floor.

“i think you’ve got a good start.” he gestures to the items that were neatly folded inside the suitcase.

“this is stressful.” i sigh, rubbing my hands down my face.

“you’ll be alright. i promise” he assures me. i roll my eyes.

“you don’t know that.” i retort.

“yes i do. i wouldn’t promise you if i didn’t. what about it is stressing you out?” he turns his phone down and adjusts his position on the bed to completely face me.

“all of it.” i reply bluntly.

“well can you be more specific so i can at least try to help you?” matt questions.

i really didn’t want to tell him one of the main reasons why i was stressed out. i’m not even sure if “stress” is the word for it.

truth be told, i’m the most inexperienced person i know. i’ve never had a boyfriend. i’ve never kissed anyone. i’ve never had sex. nothing.

and now in a few weeks i was getting thrown right into college life.

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel insecure about it. i knew that everyone around me was going to have at the very least a kiss under their belt. not me though.

there was going to be a whole new display of men at my disposal, and along with that, a whole new group of pretty, experienced girls.

i felt pathetic.

but how could i admit to my childhood best friend that i was stressed out about going to college because i was a virgin? that i had never felt the touch of a man?

but it was matt. i told matt everything. always have. always will.

without even thinking, i blurt “i’m a virgin.”

“what?” matt’s eyes widen at my confession.

“i’ve never had sex. i’ve never been kissed. i’ve never even had a boyfriend, matt. i feel like a child.” i explain, matt’s eyes never leaving mine.

“you don’t have to have done any of those things to be ‘cool’ y/n/n.” his voice was soft and reassuring.

“that’s easy for you to say matt. you have girls practically worshipping the ground you walk on just for a chance with you.” he didn’t get it. he has had girlfriends. he has had kisses. he’s had sex. i didn’t have that.

“who’s to say you don’t have guys doing the same for you?” he raises an eyebrow at me.

“oh really? name one.” i insist.

“oh i can name several. brandon jones bought you 12 of those goofy ass over priced roses that student council was selling for valentine’s day and asked you to prom. you turned down all of his advances. 8th grade, when we were playing spin the bottle in nate’s basement, aiden griffin begged you to play, and when you said no, he didn’t play either.” he holds up a finger for each boy he recalls.

“that’s only two. plus, i hate roses and i always go to dances with you. and also, i didn’t exactly want to have my first kiss with anyone on your hockey team.” i defend.

“you didn’t let me finish.” he hushes me. “jack waters asked you out 4 times and you said no every. single. time.”

“okay okay i get it” i grumble, praying he would shut up.

he was right. i never even gave anyone a chance. it was my fault i had such a lack of experience. there was plenty of opportunity.

which is why i wasn’t even sure why i was sitting here, wallowing in self pity over things i could’ve done ages ago had i not rejected any boy who showed interest in me. until now, guys and everything that came along with that just didn’t seem like a priority to me. i had my best friend, who treated me perfect, and that was enough for me. matt would be there any time a boy made me cry. he would hold me and tell me that they aren’t worth my time, that i deserved the world. i whole heartedly believed anything that came out of his mouth, which i can only assume is partially to blame for my ridiculous standards.

matt treated me like a princess. matt tied my shoes when i was little and didn’t know how, matt was patient when i was learning how to ride my bike without training wheels, matt would eat the green and purple skittles because he knew i only liked the red and orange, matt knew the sidewalk rule, matt covered the edge of the table with his hand when i would drop something underneath so i wouldn’t hit my head when i came back up, matt went all out for my birthday each year, matt had gotten me flowers and chocolate for valentine’s day every year since we were 7. matt did it all.

matt was the best friend i could ever ask for.

he would do anything for me.

which was exactly why, despite my outward reaction, i wasn’t at all surprised by this proposal.

“what if i helped you? i teach you how to do all the things before you got to college so you aren’t going in there blind.”

“like as in-“ i speak slow and unsurely before he cut me off.

“like as in kiss you, have sex with you, what ever you think you need to know before you leave. we can start small and work our way up.” he stares at me intently, as if he was trying to read my face.

“are you sure?” i question.

“if that’s what you want. i want to help you. that’s what friends are for anyway, right? making each other feel good?”

sure, friends are supposed to make each other “feel good”. but by doing friend things.

not sex.

no strings attached though, right? strictly business. people do friends with benefits all the time.

it couldn’t hurt.

matt’s my best friend. he just wants to help me out. friends help each other.

that’s what this is. help.

helping me reach an orgasm.

“nothing has to change between us. we will still be best friends. you don’t have to say yes. if you don’t want to do it, we can just forget thing conversation ever happened alright? i just want you to be comfortable.” he explains.

“deal.” i hold my hand out.

“deal.” he grabs my hand and shakes it.

“but if you’re having doubts, or feelings get involved, or anything goes wrong, we have to cut it off okay?” i narrow my eyes at him. i needed him to know i was serious about our friendship. i could t lose him just because i felt like a helpless virgin.

“got it” he nods.

“so, when should this whole thing start?” i cock my head to the side.

matt leans down from his position on my bed, places his hand on my cheek and slowly leans in.

“here.” he says as his lips ghost over mine.

before i say a word, our lips connect. my eyes go wide for a second before i relax into the kiss. his lips were just as soft as they looked.

i was having my first kiss.

with my best friend.

holy fuck.

a/n: I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS AHH. i’m kind of excited for this series. lmk how you’re feeling so far 😋😋

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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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HELP ME OUT? PT 4

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chris sturniolo x fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

blue- matt

purple- nick

a/n: i did little to no research on lacrosse for this. please don’t judge me 😭

readers pov

the first bell rang through my ears and i walk down the crowded hall to my locker. a group of freshmen boys were laughing obnoxiously. blissfully unaware of me standing there, waiting for a chance to get in my locker. i muttered a few ‘excuse me’s’. none of which they heard.

“move.” i hear a voice behind me. the flock of boys hurrying away.

i turn around and see chris standing there, watching as the boys disappear down the hall. after a few seconds, he looks back down at me. the blue eyes that i’ve been craving to catch since the second he left my house last night. i was sure that the shade of blue was my new favorite color.

“thanks.” i smile.

“no problem. they’re on the jv lacrosse team. they’re painfully oblivious to their surroundings.” he laughs. god i loved that laugh.

“this is an every day occurrence” i say, quickly putting in my combo and opening my locker.

“it won’t happen anymore.” my face grows hot again. i knew for sure my face had just changed 7 shades redder.

“oh my hero!” i clutch my chest jokingly.

“yeah yeah. speaking of lacrosse, are you coming to the game friday?” he asks as i grab my books from my locker.

“i thought you said your big game was next friday?” i furrow my brows.

“well yeah. the big game is next friday. but there’s also a game this friday.” he grabs my books from me, placing them under his arm. he did it like it was second nature.

“oh. i wasn’t really planning on going, no” i reply. trying to act cool. shutting my locker door slowly.

“why not?”

“i don’t understand lacrosse. and i don’t really even know anybody who plays. well, besides you obviously” we start walking down the hallway to english. so close that our arms occasionally brush against each other as we step.

“aw look who needs a tutor now.” he teases. bumping into me gently.

“oh hush.” i roll my eyes. a smile playing at my lips.

“you should come.” he suggests.

“i don’t know.” i respond. looking down at my shoes.

“please” he begs. “for me?”

i swore i felt my heart do a flip in my chest. “fine.” i try masking my excitement. he grind. chris sturniolo wanted me to come watch him play lacrosse.

“sick. how about today instead of you teaching me english, i teach you some lacrosse, help you out for once, yeah?” he grins. he makes it almost impossible to say no.

“chris you need to be studying for this test.” i try reasoning with him. honestly, i just wanted to listen to him talk more.

“come on y/n. let’s take a break from the books today and have fun” we enter our classroom. taking our seats. he places my books down on my desk. but instead of taking his usual seat behind me. he sits down right next to me.

“okay fine.” i cave.

“hell yeah. i’ll come pick you up after practice. is that cool?” he smiles.

“that’s cool.” i smile back at him.

chris pov

as soon as practice ended i i couldn’t get in the van fast enough.

“we’re picking up y/n” i tell matt as soon as he gets in.

“what? since when? i thought i was dropping you off at her house?” he questions, throwing his year in the back.

“we’re gonna hang out at our house tonight. i’m gonna teach her the basics of lacrosse. she’s coming to the game friday.” i explain.

he wiggles his eyebrows at me. he doesn’t say anything, but i know exactly what he’s thinking.

“matt it’s not like that. we’re just friends.” which wasn’t a lie. we were just friends. i just so happened to think about her every second since he sat a foot in front of me rambling on and on about shakespeare and how beautiful his work is. she was a whole hell of a lot smarter than me. i liked it. i admired her for her intelligence. it’s like she knew everything. the one thing she didn’t know? i was falling for her. scarily fast.

we arrive at y/ns house. i get out of the van and walk up to her front door. knocking a few times. she opens the door.

“hi.” a big smile plastered across her face. i loved when she smiled. the way her eyes squinted. the way her cheeks looked so full. the kind that grandmas squeeze and pinch and tell you about how adorable you are.

“hey.” i smile back at her.

we walk out to the van. i open the door for her and climb in behind her. sitting in the seat next to her rather than the passenger seat. the seat i claimed as my own since the second matt got his license. the seat i never left. just so she didn’t feel lonely. and also because i just wanted to be close to her. her sweet perfume filled my nose. it was like a warm vanilla. like fresh baked cookies. sweet.

the drive to my house was fairly quiet. just meaningless small talk like ‘how are you’ ‘good. you?’. the works. when the car stops and matt throws it in park. i get out. holding the door open for her again. i go around to the trunk and grab my duffel bag and all my lacrosse gear and lead her out to my backyard.

“here. put this on.” i hand her my helmet.

“what?” she blurts out.

“put it on.” i gesture down at the helmet. making motions with my hands, acting like i was putting a helmet on myself.

“i thought you were just gonna tell me about lacrosse?” she giggles. my helmet still in her hands.

“oh we’re playing. i want you to get the full experience. i’m showing you how it’s done.” i smirk.

i walk closer to her, taking the helmet from her hands. i gently brush her hair out of her face and slide the helmet on over her head. she doesn’t say anything. she just looks up at me. her cheeks turning bright pink. i carefully strap up the chin strap. adjusting it accordingly. once i get it all sorted out, we just stare at each other. not saying a word. we didn’t need to.

i hand her my stick. “here’s this too.”

she takes the stick from my hands. our finger tips grazing each other. it felt like electricity shooting down my spine.

something about her being in my lacrosse gear made me feel on top of the world. i couldn’t stop smiling at her.

“lookin good y/l/n” i try to sound as casual as possible.

“thanks.” she peers up at me through the cross bars on the helmet. a smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“so basically the object of the game is well, scoring more points than the other guys.” i explained half assed. i couldn’t explain things with the same flow as she could.

she laughs at my bluntness “kinda just like every other sport?”

“besides golf.” i retort.

“besides golf.” she repeats.

“you can use your stick to catch and pass and stuff. and you can use it to get the ball away from the other team.” she looks at me intently. taking in everything i was saying.

“here. catch this” i toss a ball to her.

she catches the ball with her hands. i laugh and roll my eyes. “with the stick, goof.”

“oh right” she laughs and tosses the ball back to me.

i throw the ball to her again. she attempts to catch it, but misses. earning a sigh of defeat.

“you’re good you got this.” i encourage her. i toss her the ball again and she catches it.

“WOOHOO” i cheer. she chuckles and tosses the back back to me.

“better watch out christopher. i’m coming for your spot.” she taunts.

“we’ll see about that. how about you try scoring a goal? here’s let’s say the goal is from this tree to uhh roughly about here” i walk from the tree to about a half way marking before the next tree. sticking a twig in the ground to mark our makeshift goal.

“if it’s like, a foot above my head it doesn’t count.” i explain.

“oh don’t even worry. i got this in the bag” she says confidently.

“alright im gonna like, guard you, so i’ll kinda have to get all up in your bubble. unless you don’t want me to then i-“

“it’s fine chris” she cuts me off. i smile at her.

“alright. here’s this” i place the ball in the net of the stick “okay. play on three. 1. 2. 3!”

she runs towards the goal. i move in front of her, blocking her. her chest pressed against mine as she tries pushing past me. she’s laughing. she was enjoying herself. she was enjoying herself and having fun with me.

she launches the ball towards the goal we made. i reach up with matt’s stick, sort of purposefully missing the ball. it fell through our goal.

“YEAH!” she cheers. smiling ear to ear.

“SHE SHOOTS AND SHE SCORES!” i yell.

“told you i was coming for your spot.” she teases.

“oh yeah?”

“yep. your coach is gonna see my skill and be begging me to join the team.” she states, matter of factually.

“that’s if i don’t get you first” i grin. without warning i pick her up, hoisting her over my shoulder and spinning us around.

“chris put me down!” she giggles, smacking at my back.

“what’s the magic word?” i smirk.

“please!” she laughs.

“atta girl.”

i place her back down onto the ground. our bodies still close to each other. she takes my helmet off slowly and looks up at me. her hair laid messily in her eyes. i brush it behind her ears softly. my hand resting on the side of her cheek. a comfortable silence fills the air around us. i’m surprised you couldn’t hear my heart practically beating out of my chest. she looked she so perfect. she was effortlessly beautiful. the way the sun illuminated her gorgeous y/e/c eyes was enchanting. her freckles became more visible in the gleam of the bright sun that was setting. my eyes flicker down from her eyes and down her her plump pick lips, then back up again. she did the same. her lips felt like a magnetic field that was pulling me in. i began to lean down, slowly.

our lips were still a few good inches away from each other when nick walked outside. causing the both of us to whip our heads to the side.

“oh shit am i interrupting something?” nick throws his hands up, taking a few steps back.

“uh no.” i clear my throat. “i was just uh teaching y/n how to play lacrosse”

“oh… right” nick nods his head slowly and walks back inside.

i couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened. did we almost just kiss?

“it’s getting kinda late. i should probably get going home.” y/n breaks the awkward silence that had fallen between us.

“i’ll walk you home. it’s only a few blocks.”

“oh you don’t have to do that.” she hands me back my helmet and i toss it into my bag.

“yes i do. you aren’t walking home alone.” i insist.

“okay. thank you.” she smiles.

as we head down the sidewalk, we don’t talk much. just random facts about each other. middle names, what our siblings are like, nothing too entirely special. but i paid attention to each detail of everything she told me like it was something sacred. my heart is still racing from the thought that i almost knew what it felt like to have her lips on mine.

as her house comes into sight, i feel a bit disappointed. no amount of time i spent with her ever felt long enough. i walk her up the stairs to her front door.

“thanks for walking me home.” she smiles slightly, fidgeting with her bracelets.

“no problem. anytime.”

“i had a lot of fun today. i needed that.” she smiles up at me. the porch light tracing over her delicate features perfectly. i wish i could take a picture of this moment with my mind. she truly was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen.

“i had a lot of fun too.” i admit.

before i can say anything else, she places a quick peck on my right cheek. i was instantly flustered.

“goodnight christopher owen.” she smiles and opens her door, walking inside without another word.

i stand there stunned. her lips were soft, just like i had imagined.

that’s a feeling i could definitely get used to.

a/n: HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!! i can’t decide if i like this or not. i started writing it and everything just kinda flowed out of me 😭 none of this was really planned tbh. kinda just made it up as i went.

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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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HELP ME OUT? PT 5

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chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

blue- matt

red- marylou and jimmy

a/n: spoiling y’all with another fic tonight 😋 i really love this part ngl. hope you all do as well !!

reader pov

it had been a few days since chris and i actually hung out, doing something that wasn’t just studying. today was friday, the day of the lacrosse game i promised chris i would go to.

the last bell rings and i head to my locker.

i hear footsteps behind me and i turn around. it was chris. i smile up at him.

“hey i have something for you. come with me to my locker once you’re done” he says as he catches up to me. now walking next to me. our hands brushing against each other softly. every touch had me falling for the boy even harder.

he has something for me? the thought of this made me smile. i look down at my feet to hide the all too familiar pink flush of my cheeks.

“okay. i just have to grab my bag real quick.” i tell him as we approach my locker.

i quickly put in my combination. getting into my locker had become a much quicker and easier task after chris promised me that those freshmen boys would never be in my way again. whatever he said or did to them worked.

i grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. closing my locker. chris was still standing behind me, waiting patiently. we walked over to his locker. his locker was jammed so he spent no time putting in his combination. he unzipped his book bag and pulled out a jersey.

“here. this is for you to wear to the game tonight.” he hands me the jersey. i take it and smile down at it. unfolding it to get a better look at it.

“don’t you need this?” i question.

“no. this one is for away games. it’s a home game tonight. i just didn’t want you to feel out of place.” he explains. never breaking eye contact with me.

“thanks chris” i smile and fold the jersey back up, putting it into my bag.

“no problem. besides, i want everyone to know who you’re there for.” he smiles cheekily.

my face gets hot and my cheeks are painted what felt like would be a permanent red color.

“what?” i knew what he said. i just couldn’t believe it. i wanted to hear him say it again.

“nothin.” he shrugs. obviously entertained by my flustered state.

“well, i guess i’ll see you tonight then”

“can’t wait”

as we walk our separate ways, i couldn’t help but smile to myself. i couldn’t believe this was happening to me. if you would have told me a month ago that i would be wearing chris sturniolo’s jersey to his lacrosse game i would have called you crazy. but here we are. and i couldn’t be happier.

chris pov

as i walk onto the field, ready to begin warm ups, i look out into the student section bleachers.

there she was.

front row. standing next to my brother, nick, wearing my jersey. this was a sight i could get used to.

she sees me and smiles. i wave at her. she returns the wave and keeps eye contact for a few more seconds before turning and talking to nick. i stare at her for a few more seconds before a hand on my shoulder takes my attention away from her.

“still sticking to that ‘just friends’ story?” matt raises an eyebrow at me.

“we’re just friends.” i shove his hand off of my shoulder.

“right. is that why she’s here at the game, which she’s never came to a single one before, wearing your jersey? and you’re smiling at her like an idiot, even when she’s not even looking?” he teases.

“sounds like you’re jealous” i avoid his question.

he doesn’t say anything back. just gives me that same knowing look that he’s given me anytime she’s been brought up in conversation.

the game starts and i can’t help but feel nervous. i was never nervous. but now y/n was here. the pressure was on. i needed to play well tonight.

i need to play well for her.

the ball gets passed to me. i launch it at the goal. it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as i watched it intently, praying that it would go in.

just as i had hoped, the goalie misses the ball.

the crowd erupts in applause as my teammates give me pats on the back and high fives.

i didn’t care about any of that though. my eyes went directly to y/n.

she was cheering. jumping up and down and clapping. a bright smile across her face.

i point at her and wave. that was my way of letting her know that i was playing for her. she returns the wave and gives me two thumbs up.

it’s the last 5 seconds of the game. i’ve scored 4 goals. more than i’ve ever scored in one game before. we’re tied 18-18. the ball gets passed to me. 3 seconds. i wing the ball at the net.

it goes in.

the buzzer goes off.

my team showers me in various different acts of praise. the crowd is all on their feet cheering and screaming.

the first person i look for?

y/n.

there she was. ecstatic. jumping all over nick and they both cheered. i smiled. i couldn’t even focus on my teammates right now. my attention was all on her. i hadn’t ripped my eyes away from her since the second the buzzer rang through my ears.

i won the game all for her.

after we line up and shake hands with the opposing teams we head back into the locker room.

i get a few compliments on how i played. i thank them and walk out of the locker room. i immediately lock eyes with y/n. she runs up to me and pulls me into a hug.

“that was so awesome chris! you’re amazing. i’m so proud of you!” she looks up at me. her arms still around my neck, mine down around her waist.

“hey don’t give me all the credit. i couldn’t have done it without you.” i smile down at her.

“i didn’t even do anything” she laughs.

“yes you did. you showed up and supported me. you didn’t have to do that” i lift a hand off of her waist and brush her hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear.

“of course i had to chris. i wouldn’t miss it.” she assures me.

“you’re like my good luck charm, ya know that?” i ask her, my eyes locked on hers.

“oh stop it.” she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. she takes her hands from my neck and playfully shoves my chest. i hadn’t realized how long we’ve been just standing here holding each other until i lose contact with her body.

“it’s true. i’ve never played that well before.” i tell her.

before she can answer, my parents walk over.

“chris! that was amazing honey!” my mom pulls me into a tight hug. my dad does the same.

“thanks” i smile.

“who’s this young lady?” my dad gestures to y/n, she smiles sweetly at him.

“this is y/n. she’s been tutoring me.” i tell him

“oh so this is the famous y/n i’ve been hearing about! chris never shuts up about you.“ my dad holds his hand out to shake her hand.

“dad” i slide my hand down my face and shake my head.

y/n giggles and takes my dads hand, shaking it. she looks over at me and smiles.

“nice to meet you.” she says to both my mom and dad.

after what seems like ages of awkward small talk with my parents and y/n, we finally bid our goodbyes. my parents walk off towards the visitors side of the parking lot. matt, y/n, and i walk over to the student side.

“i’ll be there in a second. i’m just gonna say bye to y/n” i tell matt

“alright. don’t take forever.” he tells me.

“i won’t” i wave him off.

i walk with her to her car.

“thanks again for coming tonight. that means a lot.” she leans her back against her car door and smiles up at me.

“of course.” she fidgets with her bracelets.

i step closer to her and take her wrist. rolling one of the beads of her bracelets between my fingers.

“this is pretty. i like it.” i don’t look at her, i just stay staring at the bracelets.

“thanks.” i look back up at her eyes. she was already looking at me.

i watch her eyes drift from my eyes to my lips, then back up again. she bites her bottom lip, the way she would when she was really thinking about something. the way that drove me crazy.

i lean down, our noses brushing against each other. she lets go of her bottom lip. she creeps her lips closer to mine.

the sound of a car horn seizes any further movement. i look behind me. it was matt.

“shit. sorry. he’s impatient” i say embarrassed. her cheeks were bright pink.

“it’s okay. i’ll see you later chris.” she smiles shyly.

“see ya y/n/n” i let go of her wrist and walk off towards the van.

after a whole ride of arguing with matt over patience and privacy, we finally get home.

i go upstairs and get in the shower. as the water rolls down my body, my only thoughts are about y/n.

two times. two times i have almost gotten the privilege to feel what her lips felt like on mine. both times were interrupted and ruined by my brothers.

tonight was a meteor shower. y/n had told me all about how she loved the sky.

this was quite possibly the best idea i’ve ever had in my life.

i’d have the girl i’ve been nonstop thinking about all to myself. no interruptions. no distractions. no matt or nick. just her and one of her favorite things.

as soon as i get out of the shower. i text her.

a/n: i love how this series is coming along ngl. lmk ur thoughts!!

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HELP ME OUT? PT 3

pt 1 pt2 pt3 pt 4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

blue- matt

chris pov

“what you are you smiling about?” matt furrowed his brows at me from the drivers seat.

“i’m not” i lied. quickly looking down at my phone. i knew that matt would be able to tell it all over my face that i was lying. what was i supposed to say? ‘oh yeah the girl i’ve never even talked to until now has my stomach all in knots just by speaking.’ ? i’d sound like an idiot.

“you practically skipped down those stairs grinning ear to ear” i knew he wasn’t convinced.

“yeah sure” i say sarcastically. trying to make him feel like he was being unreasonable.

“seems like someone has a little crush” he teased.

i look over at him. his eyes are fixed on the road. he glances over to me and shrugs, grinning. i knew my silence wasn’t helping my case. “what? i hardly even know the girl”

i wanted to know her. no, i needed to know her. everything about her entranced me. from the way she would cover her face when she laughed to the way she would fidget with her bracelets. i wanted to know everything about her. her favorite color, her favorite song, hobbies, her dreams, all of it.

“so? you don’t have to know her to think she’s pretty.” matt rebutted

“whatever i’m done talking about this. you’re turning this into something it isn’t.” i desperately wanted to change the subject.

matt didn’t respond. he just shot me a knowing glance. sometimes i hated how he could see right through me.

reader pov

after chris left, i got in the shower. my mind running wild. there’s no reason he should be having this effect on me. all he did was sit there and listened to me talk about topics he only had to know in order to be able to play next friday. that’s all this was. nothing more. right? i mean, strictly “business”. i’m just helping him out so he’s eligible to play.

but i couldn’t ignore the feeling in my chest that wanted there to be something more. i felt it clawing and grabbing at me any time chris and i shared glances that lasted just a few seconds too long. i felt it when his fingers grazed mine. i felt it when his knees brushed against mine and neither of us moved.

it scared me, if i’m being completely honest. i never really thought twice about a boy until now. i’ve never had a boyfriend, never had a first kiss, never been on a date, hell i’ve never even held hands with a boy.

it’s not that i didn’t want any of those things. i did. i really did. i wanted so badly to experience a boy throwing pebbles at my window, kissing in the rain, you know, everything that happens in the movies. i’ve just never met a boy who seemed worth it. i was either too shy, or they were just complete assholes that i wanted nothing to do with.

but something felt different about chris. something i couldn’t quite pin down. it was driving me crazy.

when i get out of the shower, i pick up my phone and notice that chris had texted me.

i feel my face grow hot. a now familiar feeling. one i had just felt over and over again just a few hours prior. i catch myself smiling at my phone like an idiot. chris sturniolo was going to be the death of me.

i lean over to my nightstand and plug my phone in before turning over in bed and closing my eyes.

the last thought that crossed my mind? chris.

a/n: HEY GUYS !! sorry this part is kinda short. i’m so so so so glad that y’all are enjoying this series so far !! PLEASE give me feedback, any ideas/ requests for next chapters, anything !! lmk if anyone else would be interested in being put on my tag list !

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HELP ME OUT? PT 7

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

red- reader’s dad

readers pov

a cool breeze against my body caused me to flutter my eyes open. my head was against chris’s chest, our legs intertwined. i blink a few times to fully bring myself to reality. upon opening my eyes fully, i see the beginnings of a sunset peeking out over the horizon. i try to sit up, but chris’s arm held me firmly against his side. i pull it away from my waist so i’m able to sit up without his restraint.

shit.

“chris wake up.” i shake his shoulder gently, yet frantically.

he stirs awake at my actions and rubs his eyes.

“we fell asleep. my parents are gonna kill me” i tell him.

“oh fuck. what time is it?” he sits up, his voice raspy, his messy dark locks fell perfectly over his face. how was he still so beautiful even after sleeping outside all night?

i snap out of my thoughts. now was not the time to be swooning over him. i needed to get home.

“i have no idea. i left my phone in the car. we need to hurry though. it won’t be long before my parents realize i’m not home, if they haven’t already.” we both stand up. i go a bit to quickly and stumble a bit. chris steadies me by grabbing my hand.

“you go ahead and get in the car. i’ll grab the blanket” he gestures towards where my car was parked. i hurriedly walk over there, opening up my car door and starting it.

chris got in just a few seconds later. “i’m really sorry y/n. this is all my fault, i just lost track of time and-“

i cut him off. “no chris it’s not your fault it’s okay.”

“i don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” he tells me.

“if i get in trouble i’ll be fine chris. this was worth it” i reassure him. he smiles at me and i return it.

he grabs my hand that was resting in the center console and presses a kiss to each of my knuckles.

due to my speeding, we get to his house about 5 minutes quicker than we would have had i not been going 10 over the whole ride.

before getting out, chris leans over, grabbing my jaw and turning my head to face him. he plants a quick, gentle peck to my lips.

“let me know when you get home.” his forehead rested against mine. i felt all my anxiety and fear of getting caught leave my body. i suddenly didn’t care about getting in trouble. as long as i felt what it was like to be held by him, nothing else mattered.

“will do.” i smile and kiss him once more. “are you gonna come over later? so we can study? the test is tomorrow.”

“of course i will.”

“okay, i’ll see you later then. i really should get going, i’ll be surprised if my parents haven’t launched a search party” i giggle.

“yeah i’ll let you go. see you tonight”

he shuts my car door gently behind him and makes his way up to his front door, before turning around and jogging towards my side of the car.

i roll my window down “did you forget something?”

“yeah. just one more of these.” he leans his head in and kisses me, i laugh into the kiss.

“okay i really need to go this time” i put two fingers over his lips.

“you’re right. okay i’ll let you go for real this time” he pulls his head back out of the car.

“bye chris” i wave.

“goodbye pretty girl.” i blush at the nickname. i watch him jog up to his front door, he looks back and smiles before heading inside.

i wait until he closes the door before i drive off. i smile to myself. i couldn’t fathom the fact that i had been on my first date, had my first kiss, and fell asleep with the boy who has consumed my every waking thought all in the same night. it didn’t feel real.

i don’t even remember the drive home as i pull into my driveway. i just replayed every second of the night in my head. over, and over, and over. i’m certain that there won’t be a day that i don’t think about it.

the feeling of his lips on mine, the way he held my face as he kissed me, the way he would pull me impossibly closer to him, it all took my breath straight out of my lungs.

the feeling was suffocating in the best way.

like he was the ocean and i’m drowning.

and i never want to come back up for air.

i take a deep breath before opening my front door. i knew for sure i was in deep shit. there was no way in hell my parents didn’t know i was gone. it’s currently 5am. my dad would 100% be getting ready for work right now. and he 100% had noticed that my car wasn’t in the driveway.

i gently push the door open. i take a quick glance around, i don’t see anyone. i tip toe towards my stairs.

“well good morning.” i cringe at the sound of my father’s voice behind me. i turn around slowly. smiling awkwardly when i meet his hard gaze.

“oh, morning dad” i stutter out, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“where exactly have you been?” he questions.

i never formally introduced my parents to chris. all they knew was that i was tutoring him. they had no idea that there were any romantic feelings involved.

i use this to my advantage. i knew they would never suspect that i was out with chris. “i was at chloe’s house. she had a question about our test we have in english on Monday. i was gonna tell you and mom i was leaving but you were already asleep, i didn’t want to wake you since you had ti get up early for work.” i lie straight through my teeth. i watch his facial expression intently to see in he was buying a word that came out of my mouth.

“and this question took you until 5 o’clock in the morning to answer?” he furrows his brows.

“well it was late and we both lost track of time and fell asleep” which wasn’t a complete lie. i had lost track of time and fell asleep. just not at my best friends house, and not over school related stuff.

“mhm” he nods his head slowly and crosses his arms. i could tell he wasn’t convinced, but i had never given him a reason to not trust me, so he didn’t press me any further. “well, you should get up to bed and get some sleep. i won’t tell your mom about this. but don’t let me catch you sneaking in the house bright and early in the morning again”

i thank him for not telling my mom and hurry up my stairs. i text chris that i made it home and that i got caught but wasn’t in trouble.

we arrange a time for him to come over. i couldn’t wait to see him again.

chris pov

i get to y/n’s house around 6pm. she opens the door with a big smile on her face and lets me inside.

“hey” she coos in a singsong voice.

“hi” i reply. smiling at her giddiness.

we go upstairs to her room. her bed was freshly made and she had a candle lit that filled the room with a sweet scent. one that went perfectly with her perfume that hung in the air. i sit down next to her, closer than usual, given the fact that we now knew what each others lips tasted like and how they felt against each other.

she pulls out her notebook, flash cards, and her study guide from her book bag. “are you feeling confident about the test?” she asks me. you could tell she was genuinely wondering by the way her soft gaze fell on mine, patiently waiting for my response.

“somewhat.” i tell her.

“well, that’s better than nothing” she spoke, taking off the rubber band that was holding her flash cards in place. “i made these to make running through the questions easier. you can take them home to study as well if you want” she holds up the stack of cards.

“cool. thank you” i say as i admire her handwriting that covered the paper.

she starts quizzing me, sorting the cards into stacks of questions i knew, and a stack of questions i didn’t know.

i start getting lazy with my responses. i wasn’t really thinking, i was just looking at her. taking in all her beauty.

“chris, come on are you even trying?” she puts the cards in her lap. i could tell she was getting frustrated.

“you’re just so pretty it’s distracting” i tell her. she rolls her eyes at my response and i smile.

“well then maybe you should have your brother study with you then”

“no no i’ll pay attention i promise.” i laugh, i pick up the cards from her lap and place them back into her hand.

“you better.” she tries to be stern with me, hardening her eyes, keeping a straight face.

“don’t smile.” i tease, smiling widely at her.

she stares at me for a few seconds. i repeat myself, causing a grin to pull at the corners of her mouth.

“ha! gotcha” i ruffle her hair.

“okay time to get serious” she playfully shoves me.

“alright alright” i throw my hands up in surrender.

she keeps studying me, but i find it increasingly hard to focus. i can’t pull my gaze from her pink plump lips. i missed the way they felt against mine. they were addicting.

“hey y/n i have an idea that’ll keep me more motivated to pay attention” i look at her and grin cheekily.

“and that is?” she raises a brow.

“how about every time i get an answer right, i get a kiss?” i bite my lip and smile.

she shakes her head and cocks it to the side, letting out a sigh. “chris.”

“i’m serious! if i know there’s a reward i’ll be more motivated to think and get the answer right” i look at her with pleading eyes.

“fine.” she rolls her eyes and smiles.

“alright. hit me.” i move my hands in a come here motion.

“what year did shakespeare write romeo and juliet?”

“uh 1595” i answer mostly confidently. i always got the dates confused.

“yes” she smiles

“bring it in” i say.

she giggles and gives me a peck on the cheek.

“hey! what was that?” i say jokingly offended.

“a kiss.” she laughs.

“that doesn’t count. you missed my mouth. redo” i spin my finger in a circular motion.

“that wasn’t the deal. you never specified where. you just said a kiss.” she teases.

“asshole” i laugh before grabbing her waist and pulling her into my lap.

she wraps her arms around my neck, mine sit at her waist. we stare at each other for a minute before she breaks the silence.

“i really like you chris” she toys with the chain that hung around my neck.

“yeah you’re kinda cool too i guess” i tease, shrugging my shoulders.

“rude” she scoffs and pushes the side of my head.

“i’m kidding i’m kidding” i press our foreheads together.

“better be.” she grins.

i close the gap between our lips. kissing her long, and slowly.

i never wanted this to end.

a/n: i’m in love with this chapter yall. giggling and kicking my feet.

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HELP ME OUT? PT 6

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

a/n: this is lowkey short im sorry 😭 but it’s still worth it i promise

readers pov

as i lay in bed reading my book, i hear my phone go off. i reach over to my nightstand and check it. chris. he definitely remembered telling him about my life for the sky, the night he walked me home from his house. i smile like an idiot and respond.

i quickly throw off my covers and get out of bed. i open up my closet and look for something more presentable to put on. something better than the old tshirt and pajama pants that i had threw on after my shower.

i decide on a simple, cozy outfit. one that wouldn’t let him on that i wanted to impress him. did i want him to think i’m pretty? definitely. but i couldn’t make that obvious.

i creep down my stairs, careful not to wake up my parents. every creak of the stairs making my cringe and wait a few seconds, making sure i didn’t wake anyone up. if i was caught sneaking out to see a boy my parents would have my ass.

it felt freeing in a way. i’ve never done anything like this before. chris showed me what it was like to feel like all the girls in the movies.

i open my front door as silently as possible and slowly shut it. as soon as i conclude i’m in the clear, i bolt down the porch steps and into my car.

i would be lying if i said i wasn’t a nervous wreck. i’ve only ever hung out with chris for school purposes, and of course, lacrosse. but this felt much more intimate.

i pull up to chris’s house. texting him that i was outside.

after a few seconds, he comes outside with a blanket, hurrying down the sidewalk and opening the passenger side door.

“hey” he smiles.

“hi” i return the smile.

“so, where is this ‘perfect place’ you were telling me about?” i look at him curiously, pulling out of his driveway.

“you’ll see. i’ll just give you directions as we go.” he grins sheepishly.

“i trust you.” i tell him.

after about 15 minutes of chris telling me “take a right up here”, “go left”, “keep going straight”, we finally arrived to the spot.

the beach.

“chris isn’t the beach closed?” i ask. sneaking out with a boy would get me in trouble as is, but my parents waking up to a phone call from the police telling them that their daughter was trespassing on the beach after hours with a boy? i’d never see the light of day again.

“nobody’s gonna catch us y/n” he assures me, squeezing my hand.

“if you say so.”

we get out of the car and start walking toward the sand. chris has the blanket he brought thrown over his shoulder.

once we find a good spot, chris lays the blanket down on the sand.

“are you sure you want to get your blanket all sandy? i might have a towel in my car” i watch him as he gets the blanket all situated.

“no it’s okay. towels aren’t as comfy. that’s why i brought a blanket. i wanted you to be comfortable” he explains.

i smile at him, he sits down on the blanket and pats the spot next to him, gesturing me to sit down. i follow suit.

“why’d you bring me here chris?” i look over to him. his head was cranked up towards the sky, admiring the stars.

“i know you like the sky and stuff. plus, i wanted to spend more time with you.” he tells me. i blush, but i don’t pull my eyes away from him. he looked perfect in this light.

“can i tell you something? and you have to promise me you won’t laugh?” he looks over at me.

“i promise i won’t laugh” i extend my pinky out to him, he smiles and interlocks his own with mine.

“this is the first time i’ve ever hung out with a boy like this” i admit.

“like what?” i freeze. i didn’t want to call it something that it really wasn’t. i had to think fast.

“like uh…” i speak hesitantly. trying to find a word to use that wouldn’t ruin the moment. i couldn’t call it a date. what if that wasn’t what this was? he just wants to spend time with me, right?

“like a date?” it’s like he pulled the word straight out of my chest.

“is that what this is?” i wanted to confirm.

“is that what you want it to be?” yes. more than anything.

“i mean-“ i begin.

“i know that’s what i want it to be” he cuts me off.

“me too.” i smile shyly at him.

“then it’s a date. so you’ve never been on a date before this?” he sounded shocked.

“nope. never.”

“that’s crazy. so you’ve never had a boyfriend i take it?”

i shake my head. “i’ve also never had a first kiss”

“no way” his eyes widen. “you’re lying”

“i swear.” i laugh. “why is that so unbelievable?”

“i dunno. you’re like, super chill. and pretty. very pretty.” i blush at his words.

“thank you.”

our eyes remain on each other. not saying a word, just looking at each other. the same way it’s happened two times before. except this time it was different. no distractions.

except for the meteor shower starting of course.

“oh look chris it’s starting” i point up to the sky and smile wide.

his eyes follow my finger. he lays down on his back. i remain sitting up, leaning back on my hands. he grabs my arm and pulls me down next to him. i giggle and smile over at him.

i look back up at the sky. watching the bright streaks soar across the sky, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore making me feel calm, regardless of the fact that i was lying next to the boy i’ve been infatuated with since the first day i met his beautiful blue eyes on my porch.

i feel chris looking at me. i pull my eyes away from the sky and over to him.

“hey the meteor shower is up there” i tease, pointing up to the sky.

“i know. i like looking at you more though.” my heart picks up it’s pace.

i don’t say a word. i hold his eye contact.

“do you know how pretty you are y/n?” he rests his head on his hand.

i smile and shake my head “i think you might have to show me” i whisper

“i think so too”

chris pov

without another word, i press my lips to hers. gently, careful not to take anything to fast. i wanted to make sure that her first kiss was perfect.

after a couple seconds, she returns the kiss. her lips molded to mine like they were made for this exact moment. they danced against mine with the rhythm of honey, smooth and sweet. i felt her smile against my lips. i can’t help do the same. her hands find my hair and she runs her fingers delicately through it.

one of my hands rested on her cheek, the other was on the opposite side of her head, holding my weight on my elbow as i hovered over her body.

a few seconds later, i pull away, our noses still touching.

“mmm, i still don’t think i know quite yet, care to help me out?” she giggles, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of us.

i laugh and press my lips back down to hers. god she was good at this.

this kiss lasted longer than the last. more passionate as well. yet still gentle.

i glide my tongue against her bottom lip, she opens her mouth slightly, granting me access.

a soft, barely audible moan escaped her plush lips. i smile. she’s perfect. so unbelievably perfect.

careful not to get too ahead of myself, i pull away, peppering her face with soft kisses as she giggled underneath me.

after a couple minutes of flirty banter, y/n lays her head against my chest. i wrap an arm around her as we look up at the sky, softly dragging my fingers up and down her arm. a comfortable silence filling the air around us.

after a while, y/n’s breaths slow. her chest rising and falling softly. she had fallen asleep. i smile down at her, brushing her hair out of her face.

i look back up at the sky. i couldn’t wrap my head around it. just a week ago i was texting her, begging for her help so i could play in the game coming up. and now we were laying on the beach, her asleep against my chest, as i watch the meteor shower.

it was fate.

a/n: sorry this is kinda short !! i think there will probably be like 3 ish more chapters to this series, im not quite sure tho. i kinda just figure shit out as i go ngl 😭 anyways, i hope you enjoy this part !! thanks sm for all the love and support! love you all!!

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freshlove-sturn · 4 months

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face rev bc im bored and got outta school early bc of the snow storm 😋

lowk scared 😭

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experience

part 2

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smut? kinda i guess? fem!recieving

reader pov

tonight, the triplets and i were having our monthly movie night, a tradition we started in 5th grade.

“chris we’ve watched this movie a thousand times” nick groans.

“a thousand and one” chris corrects, earning an eye roll from nick.

i’m beside matt on the couch. we’re under the same blanket, and practically sitting on top of each other we’re so close. nothing out of the ordinary. we’ve always cuddled like this.

platonically of course.

just like how our make out session on my bedroom floor last friday was platonic.

just friends.

flashback

matt’s arms snake around my waist, pulling me in closer to him, his lips never leaving mine.

he takes my bottom lip in his teeth, gently pulling at it, granting himself access to explore my mouth with his tongue. i tense up underneath his touch. he must feel this, because he pulls away.

“don’t be nervous, just follow my lead. you got it. you’re doing so good.” his voice low and raspy.

i nod and he presses his lips back to mine, his tongue licking a stripe on my bottom lip, begging for entrance. i oblige.

our tongues fighting for dominance, however, he surely wins.

his lips travel down to the crook of my neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin. i moan at the sudden new sensation.

“you like that?” me smirks against my neck cockily.

“mhm” i sputter out.

“knew you would.”

the feeling of matt’s hand on my thigh snapped me out of my reeling overview of the moment just a view nights prior.

sure we’ve cuddled before but this, this felt far different.

i shift under his touch and look up at him. he doesn’t look at me, but i know he can feel my eyes on him by the way the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk.

he runs the pad of his thumb across the plush skin on my thigh. moving closer and closer to the place i needed him most with each swipe of his thumb.

the second he got just inches away from the heat growing between my legs, he removes his hand.

was he seriously teasing me right now?

i cross my legs, trying to suppress the aching feeling, desperate for touch.

it becomes too much and i excuse myself to the bathroom. nick and chris were both practically asleep. mumbling inaudible sentences as i get up from the couch.

as i’m walking up the stairs i hear matt.

“hey im gonna go grab my phone charger out of my room real quick” he tells his brothers.

before i can think, matt grabs my wrist and pulls me into his room, shutting the door behind us quietly.

“think it’s time for another lesson, don’t ya think?” he whispers

“i think so too” i smile

without another word, our lips smash together. hungry and passionate. he pushes me down onto his bed and crawls over top of me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head as he kissed down my neck.

“have you ever touched yourself before?” he asks, detaching his lips from the nape of my neck.

i freeze. we’ve told each other everything. just never anything explicit like this.

“don’t be embarrassed y/n, it’s completely normal. i’ve jacked off before. it’s not weird.” he ensures me.

i just nod my head, too embarrassed to say it out loud, regardless of what he just told me.

“have you ever finished?” his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke.

i shake my head “no” i whisper.

“well, would you want me to change that?” he raises his brows slightly.

i nod frantically.

“words y/n. i need to hear you say it” he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ears.

“please matt.” i beg.

“first rule about all of this.” he kisses my lips. “consent is key. never do anything you don’t want to do, got it?”

“got it.” i confirm.

“good.”

he connects his lips back with mine, his free hand fiddling at the hem of my tshirt.

“can i take this off?” he asks, tugging slightly at the fabric.

“yes.” i agree.

he pulls my shirt off over my head, stopping dead in his tracks, staring at my chest. my lacy black bra clad to my chest. i’ve been wearing all my best bras and underwear ever since we had made this agreement. i wanted to be prepared.

“you’re so beautiful y/n.” he says before connecting his lips to my collar bone.

once the adrenaline wears away, a wave of insecurity washes over me. i try covering myself with my hands, but matt grabs them and puts them at my sides.

“you never have to hide yourself from me baby” my strokes my cheek softly with his thumb.

baby. i don’t have a shirt on and my best friend is on top of me, kissing me, and calling me baby.

it’s a feeling i can’t even explain. i knew it was wrong. matt was my best friend since forever. this isn’t what friends are supposed to do. but for some reason, it felt so right.

his hands trail down to the waist band of my pajama shorts, his index finger slipping past it and running along the length of the band across my stomach.

“can i take these off pretty girl?”

i nod my head.

“words.”

“yes matt.” i reply.

he hooks his index and middle finger on each hand on my waistband, slowly tugging down my shorts.

“are you sure you want to do this?”

“yes.” i nod.

“okay. if at any point you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?”

“okay.” i breathe.

he takes two fingers and presses them to my clothed clit. my breathe hitches in my throat at the sudden contact.

“so wet for me baby. can feel you through your panties” gravel in his voice, pupils blown out in lust.

“matt please” i plead, desperate for his touch.

he pulls my underwear down slowly, keeping eye contact with me. he tosses them aside.

“i’ll walk you through everything okay y/n/n” he assures me.

“okay.” i nod.

“are you ready?” i shake my head yes; correcting myself with a quick ‘yes’, knowing he would protest at my silence.

he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing it in slow, agonizing circles. i bite my lip, choking back the moan that was threatening to escape. if chris or nick heard us and found out about what we had going on, they’d be pissed.

i rock my hips against his fingers, feining for more pressure. he notices my actions and picks up the pace, rubbing in harder, faster motions.

his fingers slowly glide down to my entrance. slowly prodding at it.

“can i?” he asks permission.

“yes, please matt”

he pushes his fingers inside of me, slowly pumping in and out of my wetness, curling his fingers in a “come here” motion.

my back arches at the pleasure. i moan loudly as he hits my g-spot.

“f-fuck right there matt.” i throw my head back.

he continues his same actions, hitting my g-spot with his fingers with each thrust.

“doing so good for me. so good. such a good girl.” i clench around him at his words.

with that, the fingers that were once going at a moderate pace, quicken. plunging in and out of me with a new speed.

“fuck fuck matt. feels-“ i moan.

“feels good?” he brings a hand to one of my breasts, squeezing it gently through the mesh lace fabric of my bra.

“s-so good matt.” my hands grip the blanket underneath me.

my legs begin to shake uncontrollably, a string of curses falling from my lips.

“matt im close” i whimper.

“i know sweet girl, you got it, cum for me baby” he increases his speed just a bit, pushing into me harder. his finger curling perfectly at my g-spot.

“fuck fuck fuck” i release around his fingers.

“good girl.” he says, pulling his fingers out of me before bringing them to his lips, sucking my juices off of them.

“you did so good for me y/n. so so good. i’m proud of you.” he praises.

i lay beneath him still, my chest rising and falling heavily as i try to catch my breath.

matt walsh across the hall and quickly returns with a wet wash cloth.

he spreads my legs open and begins gently wiping me clean.

“mm too sensitive” i whine as the towel brushes against my swollen clit.

“shit sorry” he apologizes.

once he’s finished, he tosses the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper across his room. he pulls open his dresser drawer and grabs out a pair of sweat pants and boxers.

he walks back over to me and begins helping me get dressed. he pats my thighs signaling for me to lift up my hips so he can pull up the boxers and the pants completely.

once i’m filling clothed, he lays down beside me. “is it your turn now?” i turn to him.

“what do you mean?” he furrows his brows.

“like… do you want something from me now?” i ask.

“no way. i mean, it would be great, but im not letting you do anything for me until i’ve helped you feel pleasure in anyway possible. we’ve got a lot to get through before you even think about pleasuring me.” he tells me.

“if a guy prioritizes his own pleasure over yours, he’s not worth it. he should be making you feel good first.” i nod my head as i listen to him.

“do you want to stay here tonight?” he asks.

“i’d love to.” i whisper, incredibly tired.

who knew an orgasm was so tiring?

matt pulls me into him by my waist, i lay my head on his chest, snuggling into his side as close as i possibly could. my breath becoming slow and steady.

“goodnight y/n/n” he kisses my forehead.

“goodnight matt.” i murmur.

god what have we started.

a/n: AHH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING ANYTHING REMOTELY CLOSE TO SMUT IM SO SORRY IF ITS BAD 😭

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HELP ME OUT? PT 9

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8 p9

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

purple- nick

red- any side characters

readers pov

i sit at my desk twiddling my thumbs, unable to focus on what the teacher is saying while chris and i pass notes back and forth.

“you look so pretty today. green looks good on you” is scribbled across the piece of notebook paper that i held underneath my desk, careful not to let anyone see.

“thank you :) you don’t look to bad yourself” i write back, sneakily passing the now folded up paper to chris.

just as soon as chris puts his pencil back down and goes to hand me the paper, the teacher clears her throat.

“care to share what couldn’t wait until after class?” she interrogated as she saunters over to our desks. everyone turns around and looks at us, my eyes go wide and my cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. i shoot a look at chris, a tongue in cheek grin spread across his face.

the teacher plucks the paper from chris’s hand. i swallow nervously. i watch her eyes scan over the paper. we had been talking about everything from how tired we were to flirting.

“i like that color on you as well y/n.” agreeing with chris’s compliment.

“ooooh” the entire class jeered. i put my head in my hands, not wanting to face anything going on around me. i was thoroughly embarrassed.

she hands the paper back to me and i slip it into my binder. i look over a chris, who was mouthing sorry to me with a sheepish expression on his lips. i smile at him and shake my head. people were slowly figuring out what was happening between us.

was it scary? maybe a little. this was my first time ever being romantically involved with a guy. but god i didn’t just want to be a secret.

was he just using me to get a good grade for the game friday? was he going to even talk to me after this? was this all some sick joke? my mind ran wild with every possibility.

mostly the negative ones.

out of my 18 years on this planet, never once had a guy made me feel like chris makes me feel. nobody’s ever touched me like chris does. nobody looks at me like chris does. nobody makes me laugh like chris does.

nobody compared to chris.

which was precisely why this whole situation was terrifying. did i love every second i spent with chris? yes. more than anything.

but i really didn’t know how he felt about me.

as dramatic as it sounds, if whatever this is takes a turn for the worst, i don’t think i’ll ever feel the way i do now ever again.

i didn’t want to feel anything like this if it wasn’t chris responsible for it.

i’m pulled out of my thoughts when our tests start getting passed back. i get mine. 97%.

i look over at chris, he glances at me with a disappointed look on his face before shoving the paper into his folder.

shit.

the bell rings and chris gets up and walks out of class without even looking back at me. i hurry up and grab my things and follow him down the hallway.

“chris” i call out to him, no response. trying my best to catch up to him without running.

“chris!” i grab his shoulder, turning him to face me.

he looks down at me with a straight face

“what’s wrong? you couldn’t have done bad, you were doing so good when we were studying!” i stammer out. my heart was breaking for him.

i look up at him waiting for a response, he says nothing, i open my mouth to say more when a smile cracks across his face, he pulls his test out from his folder and hands it to me. 94%.

“chris! you scared me so bad!” i look from his test up to his eyes.

“thank you so much y/n. i never would have done that without you.” he smiles down at me.

“you deserve it. i’m really proud of you chris. like, you have no idea.” i tell him. i meant every word. i was so incredibly proud of him.

“i think we should celebrate.” he suggests

i raise an eyebrow at him. “oh yeah? what do you have in mind?”

“you’ll see.” he winks.

chris pov

i made reservations for 6 o’clock at one of the fancier restaurants in boston.

y/n would be getting to my house any minute now.

“nick does this look stupid?” i look at myself in my mirror, nick behind me, sprawled out on my bed.

“you really want to impress her huh?” he teased.

“i-“ i close my mouth, not even bothering to try an argue his accusation. it was true. i couldn’t deny it. “whatever. do i look good or not? i feel like my hair is parted weird.”

“you look fine. stop stressing. y/n is a really sweet girl. i promise you she could not give less of a fuck about the way your hair is parted.” he assures me.

“i know. i’m just nervous.” i check my phone to see if i have any texts from y/n.

“you really like her don’t you?” he presses.

“honestly? yeah. i do. a lot.”

it felt good to say it out loud. typically, i found commitment scary. i wanted nothing to do with it. i didn’t want to risk hurting myself or anyone else, so i just never put myself in the position for it to happen. sure i’ve had meaningless hookups, none that i was proud of by any means, but things were different with y/n. i wanted nothing else but her.

she was perfect. everything good that a person could possibly be was all inside of her. she was everything.

she was sweet, caring, smart, pretty. fuck was she pretty. i could stare into her y/e/c eyes for as long as she’d let me and i love the way they crinkle when she smiles. i love the soft features that made up her face. i could tell her a million things about why i love each individual square inch of her beautiful face.

she was everything i could ever want and more.

and shit did that scare me.

i check my phone again, this time with a text letting me know that she was outside. i bid my goodbyes to nick, after he gives me another pep talk and walk outside to her car.

i open the passenger side door. fuck she looked so pretty. her hair and makeup were done perfectly, wearing a black dress that fell just above her knee.

“hey” i smile as i get in the car, admiring her.

“hi” she returns the smile. i watch her eyes look me up and down, taking in my figure.

“you look amazing” i tell her.

“thank you. you don’t look too bad yourself” she replies.

we finally arrive at the restaurant. as we make our way through the parking lot, her hand brushes against mine. i interlock our hands and sway them back and forth, earning a laugh from her. once we reached the door, i dropped her hand and held the door open for her.

“gentleman” she nudges me playfully.

“only for you” i say, slightly bowing at her.

once we’re seated and order our drinks, i take my opportunity to get to know her more. i wanted to know it all. i knew a lot. i knew she liked the sky and the color green. i knew she was really smart and loved english. i knew the layout of her room and the colors of her walls. i knew what her lips tasted like.

but that wasn’t enough for me.

i wanted to know everything there was to know about y/n.

she was so interesting to me. i don’t know how i’ve gone all this time without paying any mind to just how amazing she was.

“so, what are your plans after highschool?” i ask.

“honestly? i’m not even sure yet. i’ve applied to some colleges and i’ve been accepted to a few, but i still haven’t picked where i want to go. as for like majors and stuff i’m really interested in psychology, and there’s so many careers i can do with that. what about you?” how was i supposed to tell her that i didn’t know what the hell i wanted to do? what would she think if i told her i hadn’t even applied to any colleges?

“i haven’t really thought about it.” i tell her. i didn’t want to admit that i really didn’t know what i was doing with my life after we graduate.

she nods. “that’s okay, i completely get that. you don’t have to figure it all out right now.”

just as i was about to ask her more about herself, the waiter comes by with our drinks.

“are we ready to order?” he glances at me and then lays his eyes on y/n, looking at her like she was his last meal.

i don’t like that shit. at all.

“i think so.” i say coldly.

“alright. what can i get for the pretty lady?”

was it not obvious to this dickhead that we were on a date?

i reach across the table and grab both of y/n’s hands, rubbing the backs of them with my thumb. hoping he’d get the hint.

he did. his demeanor changed almost immediately.

we order our food and the waiter walks off in defeat.

“well that was kinda awkward” she laughs.

“yeah it was.” my hands are still holding hers, my thumb still subconsciously stroking her soft skin, regardless of the fact that there wasn’t anyone i was trying to ward off.

“he called me pretty. i only like it when you do that.”

i feel a blush creep across my face, but i try to act cool. “oh yeah?”

“mhm. you’re also the only boy who’s ever called me pretty. well, until now”

“that’s crazy. i would have figured you heard that all the time.” that boosted my ego for some reason. i loved knowing that i was the only guy who has ever had this with her.

“i’m really proud of you chris.” she breaks the silence that had fallen between us.

“proud of me for what?” i ask. i knew the answer. she was proud of me for doing good on the test. i just wanted to hear her say one more time that she was proud of me.

it felt so special coming from her.

anything from her was special.

she was special.

“your test. you did really really well on it.” she says with the sweetest smile. one of my many favorite things about her.

“couldn’t have done it without you y’know” i watch her cheeks as they become coated in a pink flush.

after we finish eating, the check comes. y/n reaches for it and i stop her hand.

“you’re hilarious.” i say, pulling out my wallet from my pocket.

“chris please let me pay” she pleads.

“no way. i’m paying” i shake my head, grabbing the check and looking at the price. i don’t care how much it was. i was paying.

“can we at least split it?” she tries to compromise. i don’t budge.

before she can protest my actions any further, the waiter comes back by to collect the check. he doesn’t say anything. just mumbles a thank you. i shoot her a cocky smile, i watch her try to choke back a laugh, but she quickly breaks.

we stand up from our seats and head towards the exit. my hand placed on the small of her back, guiding her through the restaurant.

once we reach the doors, we are greeted with a heavy downpour of rain.

“you have got to be kidding me” y/n scoffs.

“i’ll race you to the car” i grin.

she doesn’t say anything back, just quickly pushes the door open and begins to sprint to her car. i follow suit.

i catch up to her almost immediately, regardless of her head start. i grab her waist, spinning us in a circle right in front of her car. she erupts in a fit of laughter. i do the same.

“i totally won” she smirks, my hands still holding her waist as we face each other, the rain beating down on us.

“you sure about that?” i raise my eyebrows.

“positive.” she moves a piece of my wet hair that had stuck to my forehead from the rain.

“i really like you y/n” i blurt out without thinking.

“you sure about that?” she furrows her brows, i smile at her mockery.

“positive.” i smile.

i lean down and press my lips to hers. she kisses me back slowly. our lips gliding against each other with the rain drops that had coated our skin.

it felt like a movie.

it felt perfect.

it felt right.

a/n: idk how i feel about this chapter tbh 😭 it’s really long. hope yall liked it!! so so so sorry for leaving yall high and dry for a while 🙏😔

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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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i know i JUST sent a request but if you don't like that one, maybe you could write one where chris and the reader are just friends and there's one day when chris is in a bad mood bc the triplets and the reader had planned to go out, but the reader gets her period and can't go, so chris is just being bitchy towards everyone and matt tells nick "it's probably bc his girlfriend isn't here" and chris debies it; then maybe it gets chris thinking about how much better his day would be is the reader was actually his girlfriend so he could comfort her while she's on her period ? and maybe that motivates him to ask her out ? idk

i hate that i said something so specific, you could take the idea and make it your own if you prefer ! thank you 🩷 :)

philia

part 1 part 2

philia (greek)- affectionate love. a type of love that involves friendship. this is the kind of live that friends have for each other. greek philosopher, plato, beloved that philia was stronger than the love that is eros (physical/ sexual desire, passion, lust, and/or romance. the kind of live couples have for each other) he believed that relationships built off of philia and eventually leading to eros were the strongest. friends to lovers.

a/n: i took this request and did my own little spin on it. i hope you like it!! i didn’t really proofread so there’s probably some errors in there, i had to copy and paste this whole thing from screenshots in my camera roll 😭 anyways… enjoy!!

chris pov

i’ve been stressed out all week. between filming and my brand, it’s been getting harder and harder to find time for myself. i’m in dire need of some sort of distraction. i need to get my mind off of everything going on. and in all honesty, there was only one person that could make that possible. y/n.

i’ve been best friends with y/n for as long as i can remember. our moms are best friends, so we’ve known each other since diapers. we have been practically attached at the hip since we could walk. she has always been my person. wanted to get away from my brothers for a bit? i’m texting her to hang out. needed to vent? she’s all ears. advice on an outfit? i’m spending 10 minutes in the mirror trying to take the perfect picture to send to her. hockey or lacrosse game? she’s there cheering me on in the front row wearing my jersey number. she has always been there for me.

today my brothers, myself, and y/n had all planned on hanging out. its our second day back in boston after a month of being in la. we’ve had this planned since the day y/n dropped us off at the airport before we flew back to la. i’ve really been looking forward to it. i haven’t seen y/n in so long. the transition from seeing her everyday to going weeks on end without hearing her laugh, smelling the sweet smell of her perfume that i could never get enough of, and overall just the lack of her presence has been much harder than i’m willing to admit.

my alarm goes off at 8 am. i wanted to make sure i had plenty of time to get ready for today. i groggily reach over to my night stand, my face still buried in my pillows, feeling around for my phone to shut off the blaring sound of my alarm. i finally feel the cool glass of the screen. i pick it up and bring it closer to my face, squinting my eyes at the sudden gleam of brightness beaming from my phone. after i hit stop on my alarm, i notice a text from y\n.

i know its not her fault. she has no control over that. but couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment crash over my chest. this was the one thing i had been looking forward to doing for all of a month and now the one person who was going to make it worth while won’t even be there? great. just my luck. i stick my tongue in my cheek and begin typing a response. careful not to come across as upset. i didn’t want her to feel bad. my reliance on her isn’t her problem and i couldn’t make her feel like it was.

i roll out of bed and throw on a white t-shirt i had taken off the night before and thrown at the end of my bed. i walk downstairs into the kitchen, opening up the cabinet to grab a cup before slamming it shut.

“what is your deal?” nick asks, who was already sitting at the island in the middle of our kitchen, scrolling on his phone. his brows furrowed with a confused yet annoyed look plastered on his face.

“nothing” i mumble. avoiding eye contact and opening up the fridge. pouring myself a glass of water from the brita.

nick rolls his eyes at my blunt response. not even bothering to entertain the situation further.

“do you know when y/n is coming over or are we just gonna pick her up on our way to the movie?” he asks, changing the subject. unbeknownst to him that his question rubbed salt right in the wound.

“she’s not coming” i reply.

“oh. why not? is she okay?”

“she doesn’t feel good.” i bemoan. “she said she might come around tomorrow”

“aw” nick frowns sympathetically. “i hope she starts feeling better. that sucks.”

“yup” i concluded the conversation. not wanting to talk about it anymore. the more i thought about it the more upset i became.

soon matt comes down the stairs. nick informs him of the situation. he responds with the same soon matt comes down the stairs. nick informs him of the situation. he responds with the same nonchalant 'oh i hope she feels better response that nick had. the same one i'm sure anyone would have. anyone who didn't need her to function that is. i wish i didn't care so much. i didn't know why i did. it's like the betrayed feeling of when your friends texts you and tells you that they won't be at school. except it was ten times worse. growing up it had always been no y/n, no chris. we were like a package deal. invited to a party? only if y/n also got an invite. vacations? i was begging my parents to let her come with us. she is my rock.

when it comes time to leave for the movie, i practically have to drag myself out of the door. i open up the door to the van, get in, and slam it shut.

"dude what is your problem?" matt looks over at me from the drivers seat.

"he's been in a pissy mood all day long. its getting on my nerves nick interjects from the backseat.

“im just tired. we were on a plane all day yesterday and i couldn't sleep" i defend. lying through my teeth. i knew my brothers knew it too.

"you sure it has nothing to do with y/n not being able to make it today?" matt questions.

" don't care that she can't come." i lie. again.

"yeah right" nick scoffs. i look back at him and roll my eyes. he returns the action.

we arrive at the theater and buy our tickets. we get popcorn and soda and find our seats. matt and nick discuss what movies they wanted to see next as the previews play on the big screen in front of us. i say nothing. i just sit there and scroll on my phone. y/n hasn't texted me all day. i knew it was because she wasn't feeling well and she was probably just sleeping. but i couldn't help but feel a shot of jealousy coursing through my body.

"chris get off your phone the movie is starting." nick pushes my phone down.

i could hardly even pay attention to what was happening in the movie. my brain was taken over by the thought of y/n. why can't i stop thinking about her? sure she's my best friend and i thought about her enough as is, but something felt different today. i've never felt like this before. it felt like a brick was stacked on top of my heart. another being added each time i saw something that reminded me of her. anytime her name even crossed my mind, which, was going on about 5 times per second it felt like. it was suffocating. i don't know why i'm feeling like this. i didn't want to know, if i'm being honest. it scared me. more than i’m even willing to admit.

the movie ends and we all get up from our seats. the lights slowly become brighter. the crunch of popcorn under peoples feet as the stepped filled the air.

after we get home, i don't feel like talking. matt and nick were both sitting around at the island in our kitchen, discussing the movie. i head straight for the stairs.

"someone's upset they couldn't see their girlfriend today" nick jokes.

"she's not my fucking girlfriend. i don't care that i

couldn't see her today. i really don't. my life doesn’t revolve around y/n. you guys are being ridiculous." i argue. girlfriend. the word hit me straight in the gut.

"she may not be your girlfriend sure but you wish she was” matt interrupts. there it is again. that feeling. that feeling i wanted to stop being corrupted with. the feeling i couldn't pin down. the feeling of her.

"you're insane” i hiss. turning my back and going up the the stairs and into my bedroom.

i slam the door shut behind me and lay down on my bed. staring at the ceiling. i just wanted to sleep. i didn't want to think about it anymore. but i couldn't.

girlfriend. the thought of y/n being my girlfriend almost suppressed the gut wrenching feeling that was still brewing in my chest. it's like it was almost satisfied. like i almost had it all figured out.

the more i sat in silence, the more my mind overtook me. the more y/n had flooded everything i had inside of me.

just as my eyes grew heavy, and my thoughts began to slow. it hit me.

im in love with my best friend.

i sat straight up in my bed. i check my phone. 2 am.

unlike hours before, this was the first time i wasn't thinking. i race down the stairs and put my shoes on. y/n only lived just down the street. i could get there in less than three minutes. i open the door, the cold butter air instantly hitting me. i didn't care though. i step out and make a bee line to y/ n's house.

her room was on the second story. when we were 12, we hid a ladder underneath her deck. for years i would use it to sneak up to her room late at night just to hang out. i pull out the ladder from underneath her porch. careful not to make too much ruckus, in fear that i would wake up her parents. i set up the ladder right in line with her window in 10 seconds tops. i knew this like the back of my hand. i climbed up the ladder and tapped on her window.

readers pov

a gentle tapping on my window pulls my eyes away from my book. it didn't scare me. i knew it was chris. only chris knew how to get up here. only chris knew our secret knock pattern that we came up with all those years ago. but at 2am? in the freezing cold? what did he want? he hadn't even texted me letting me know he was coming. weird.

i threw my legs over the side of my bed and make my way to my window. i pull my curtains aside, unlock the window, and let him in.

"chris what are you doing here? it's 2 am and freezing outside." i question and he steps over the window sill and into my bedroom.

"y/n im in love with you" he breathes heavily. his blue eyes looking down at me with desperation. i felt my heart sink.

"w-what?" i ask. i couldn't believe what i was hearing.

“im in love with you. so undeniably, inevitability, embarrassingly in love with you. i think i always have. just haven't really known what it was j was feeling until now. i love the way you laugh. the way your smile lights up every room you walk into. how kind you are to everyone, even when they don't deserve it. i love the way-“ he rambles and i cut him off.

“chris-“ he doesn't stop talking.

“-i love the way you do your hair. i love the color of your eyes. i love how you dress. i love-" i cut him off again.

"chris!" i raise my voice louder this time. needing his attention.

he stops talking and looks at me. waiting for me to speak.

i take a deep breath.

"i have a boyfriend.”

to be continued...

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HELP ME OUT? PT 8

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

a/n: this chapters kinda spicy 😋 it’s not smut tho. i’m not talented enough for allat ✊😖

readers pov

chris stands behind me at my locker, arms held out waiting for me to hand him things to carry for me to class.

“chris i can carry these things myself you know” i tell him as he grabs the notebooks and my laptop from my hands.

“i know you can but i don’t want you to. i want to do it for you.” he responds and i smile.

“are you ready for this test?” i ask. today was the big test in english that i’ve been preparing chris for. the test that would determine if he played on friday.

“yeah i think i got it. i’ll be fine. are you ready?” he looks down at me as we start walking to class. i was pleased to hear that he was at least a bit confident in himself about the test. i wanted him to be able to play more than he himself probably did.

“yeah i’m ready. i’m a bit nervous though.” i admit. honestly, i wasn’t really retaining any information for myself as i studied with chris. all i could think about was him. how pretty he looked, how much i loved the feeling of his lips, how blue his eyes were, how soft his hair was, basically everything but the topic at hand.

“hey y/n/n don’t be nervous. you’re gonna do great. i know you will.” he laced his fingers in mine and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. i smile at him.

our hands drop from on another’s grasp as we walk into the classroom, careful to not let anyone see our them interlocked. we weren’t official. there weren’t any labels. we hadn’t really even talked about it. sure we flirt and kiss, but there was never a name attached to it. i knew what i wanted, but i didn’t know what chris wanted. i’d be lying if i said it hadn’t been eating at me since the moment he pressed his lips to mine for the very first time that night at the beach. but i suppressed those feelings, scared that if i were to say anything, it would scare him away. i didn’t want to lose what i had with chris.

chris sets my things down on my desk, sitting down beside me in the spot that he had claimed as his own.

the teacher tells us to get silent as she passes us our tests. i shoot chris an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. he looks around quickly before blowing me a kiss, a goofy smile spreading across his face. i smile and roll my eyes at him.

once everyone has their tests, we are instructed to begin.

i turn in my test 10 minutes before the bell. i look over at chris and see that he’s still working. god i hope passes. in my eyes, he was the most deserving of a good grade. chris sturniolo deserved the world.

just as the bell rings, chris gets up and turns in his test. i wait for him by the door.

“i actually think i did really good. i knew like all of that shit” he says as he approaches me.

“that’s good! i’m glad. i need something to do friday.” i smile.

“wait what are you doing friday?” he furrows his brows at me confused.

“watching you play silly.” i laugh.

“oh yeah. i need to remember to bring you my jersey again.”

“how about i stop by tonight and grab it?” i suggest

“yeah. i’d like that.” he agrees.

“oh yeah?” i can barely get it out before chris pulls me into the janitors closet we were passing by.

“chris what are you-“ my words get cut off by his lips on mine.

i smile and return the kiss.

“sorry, almost forgot what your lips feel like” he whispers against my forehead before planting a soft kiss to it.

“did that jog your memory?” i raise my eyebrow at him.

“not quite. i think i might need another one just to be sure” he leans in and i press a finger against his lips.

“chris im gonna be late to my next class.” i giggle.

“fine. we can do some more jogging later when you come over.” he tells me and i blush.

chris leaves the closet first. knocking on the door to let me know when it’s safe for me to come out. we go out separate ways down the hallway to our next class.

chris didn’t have practice today so i was able to come over to his house right after school. he meets me at his front door and lets me in.

we go upstairs to his room, and he shuts the door behind us.

“here’s this” he tosses me his jersey.

“thanks.” i smile.

“now where were we?” he grabs me by my waist, pulling me into him as he leans down to my face, ghosting his lips right over mine. “ah, right about here” he smirks before pressing his lips to mine.

the kiss was slow, hungry, and passionate. our tongues fighting for dominance, his winning of course. he gently lays me down on his bed and hovers over me, his arms at the side of my head, supporting his body weight.

“you’re so beautiful y/n” he says as he leans back down and connects our lips.

his lips travel from my lips down to my jaw, and then down my neck.

“mm chris don’t leave marks” i tell him. my parents would kill me if i came home with a hickey. i couldn’t even imagine how it would be at school.

“i won’t” he assured me. i feel his smile against my neck. nipping at the skin ever so gently, and then going back over with his tongue.

he moves his lips right under my ear and sucks gently, a moan escaped my lips. so that’s where my sweet spot is.

i feel him smirk against me. “you like that?”

i just hum in response. i couldn’t even form words. i move my hands up underneath his shirt, dragging them up and down, slowly against his back.

the undeniable heat that was growing between my legs was getting harder and harder to ignore as he took my bottom lip between his teeth. i squeeze my legs together, desperate for any sort of friction. i’ve never felt like that before.

that was one of the many things i liked about chris. he made me feel things that were once foreign to me prior to ever meeting him.

i wrap my legs around his waist, flipping us over so i was now straddling him.

chris pov

my eyes widen slightly at the new position we were in. she smiles down at me and leans back in, our lips connecting.

my hands travel from the side of her face down to her hips, resting just above the waistband of her pants.

i feel her hips grind against me and my breathe hitches in my throat.

“fuck. don’t do that” i groan. feeling myself grow underneath her.

“oh my god i’m sorry did i hurt you?” she looks scared.

i laugh at her obliviousness “no you didn’t hurt me”

“oh okay” she still sounds confused, but connect our lips again.

with every slight movement of hers, i feel myself getting harder. part of me was embarrassed of the effect she had on me, but i also couldn’t get enough of her.

once her pelvic bone meets mine again, a moan falls from my mouth. i grab her hips to steady her.

i knew i couldn’t let this go any further. i didn’t want to corrupt her in anyway. i mean shit, she just had her first kiss. i didn’t want to throw her into something like this so quickly, so i pull my lips away from her.

“why’d you stop?” i found it hard to believe that she couldn’t feel me underneath her. i could tell by the sound of her voice. she just wanted to hear me say it.

i push her hips down slightly. “i know you feel that.” i tell her.

i watch her face turn red, she doesn’t say anything. just giggles.

she moves to get off of me, her hand brushing right over the bulge in my pants. i knew she did it on purpose by the way she grinned up at me.

“well, i think i’m gonna get going.” she picks up the jersey that had fallen to the floor during our endeavors.

“i’ll see you tomorrow” i tell her, grabbing a pillow and placing it over my crotch.

“bye chris” she says before giving me a peck on my lips and leaving my room.

she was going to be the death of me.

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