Yall Are Awesome Ilysm

hey girl i love ur stuff, do u think u could do a Matt imagine where the triplets are filming a baking video or smthn with the reader. There's a lot of speculation of whether Matt and reader are dating (idm if they're together yet or not) and reader minorly burns their hand or smthn and Matt makes a b-line to reader to comfort them? thanks ily<3

— ★ !! speculation

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : desc is explained in the req !!

a/n : girl i'm SO sorry that this took forever. my inbox is literally so confusing & it stresses me out so bad to look at ; i need to organize it asap ! anyway im sorry this took so long, ur req got burried under a ton of others

anyway , i hope u like this bc u deserve it after waiting so long 😭 also, i'm trying a slighty different format for my posts (its so subtle idek if u guys will notice but i love it so wtv 🤞🤞)

wc : 1.8k

for the past few months, you and matt have been acting a bit differently on camera. normally, the two of you make an effort to stay decently apart so none of the his fans will notice that you're dating.

you've been friends with the triplets since middle school and you show up in their videos all the time. but last summer, matt finally asked you to be his girlfriend. you guys agreed to keep your relationship off the internet and since then, you two have been trying your absolute best to avoid eachother while on camera.

but it's harder than it sounds to keep a distance from the one you love. all you want to do it hold his hand, rest your head on his shoudler, or hug him. but you can't. and it drives you fucking crazy.

this morning, nick texted you and asked if you wanted to come over to film a baking video with them. seeing as you had nothing better to do, you happily agreed.

nick explained that you would be the one blindfolded. he and his brothers would be normal — able to speak, see, and hear freely. you were a bit nervous at first, knowing how horrible you are at baking. but you still agreed to film the video because you know their fans have been begging for you to participate in one of their cooking videos for years.

you're currently in the kitchen with matt as he sets out all the ingredients that will be used. across the room, nick is setting up the camera so you guys can film in a few minutes. chris is in his bedroom, searching for the bandana he set out for you.

"got it!" chris shouts excitedly as he rushes into the kitchen, waving the hot pink bandana around in the air.

you laugh at the sight of its bright colors before asking, "why the hell did you casually had that laying around your room?"

"don't worry about it." he responds, trying to be mysterious and dramatic.

he hands the bandana to you and you place it over your eyes. you wrap it around your head and end up fumbling with the ends of it, unable to tie it blindly. you sigh with annoyance but continue to struggle, too determined to ask for help.

suddenly you feel someone place their hands on top of yours. you immediately recognize them to be matt's. his fingertips are cold but his palms are warm, causing chills to wash over your skin like an ocean wave.

"you don't need to be so independent all the time," he tells you softly. "it's okay to ask for help every once in a while."

you feel his hands leave yours — meaning the bandana is tied. you turn around and blindly reach your hands up to find his face. you feel your hands graze his jaw and you smile, feeling the stubble of his beard brush against your skin.

you tip your head up and reach to kiss him. however, seeing as you can't see, you end up missing his mouth and kissing the corner of his lips. you feel his mouth pull upward with a smile before he moves his head to the side so you can kiss him correctly.

"i need to make this worth it." he says against your mouth. he pulls away to speak, but you lean forward to chase his lips. "i won't be able to kiss you until after the video is finished."

"then quit wasting your time talking and kiss me." you say. you feel his chest shake with an airy chuckle before he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer against him, reconnecting your mouths to kiss you again.

"guys, what the fuck?" you hear nick's voice call out from across the kitchen. "you've been making out for the past three minutes."

"yeah," chris's voice agrees. it sounds like he's standing in the doorway. "we were trying to be nice and let you have your moment, but you just won't stop kissing."

matt lets go of your hips with a sigh. "whatever, let's get this over with."

"woah, kid!" chris exclaims dramatically. you can hear his voice move and his footsteps get louder as he makes his way over to where you and matt are standing in front of the counter. "don't sound too excited."

as unbelievable as this sounds, matt doesn't actually hate filming. he actually loves making videos for his channel. if he didn't, he would not be doing it as a job. what he hates is being away from you.

he's the literal definition of clingy. and you're like the exhausted mom who has to put up with his tantrums whenever you're torn apart.

"okay, the camera is set up." nick announces. "i'm gonna start recording, so get your coupley-ness over with so we can film."

it's kind of crazy how casual it's become for everyone to work around yours and matt's secret relationship. his brothers respect your guys' decision to stay private and they help you guys hide it from the media. it genuinely means a lot to you to know how supportive chrtis and nick are — even though they like to make jokes and tease matt for his clinginess.

"hey guys!" nick says to the camera. “today, y/n is going to be blind baking some santa-shaped cookies since it’s almost christmas!”

you can hear nick walk over to where everyone else is standing. he continues to talk to the camera when you feel matt’s knuckles brush against the small of your back — where the camera can’t see.

you smile, enjoying the physical touch. but you know how risky it is for him to do things like that. if you start blushing or acting weird on camera, the fans will easily put the pieces together and realize what it means. so you shift a little, causing matt’s hand to fall off your back and back to his side.

"okay," you hear nick's voice say. you jump at how close he is now.

"oh my fuck, nick!" you shout, turning to glare at him — hoping you're looking in the right direction. "you scared the absolute shit out of me!"

"i'm not nick." chris says.

you turn in the opposite direction and tilt your head dramatically, waiting for nick to apologize for scaring you. but instead of an apology, you hear matt say "i'm not nick either. sorry."

you huff out a scoff and turn to the last remaining direction where nick could be. this time you were finally glaring at the correct triplet.

you hear matt laugh from beside you and your stomach twists into a knot.

since you can't see, the rest of your senses have been heightened — meaning you're hyperaware of the sound of your boyfriend's laugh. everything in you is tempted to kiss and hold him and tell him how much you love him.

but. you. cant.

"as i was saying," nick continues, "matt set out all the ingredients before we started recording. so, everything is on the counter in front of you, y/n."

you nod in response, happily beginning your task. the first portion of the video is calm and kind of relaxing. you listen to the triplets' commands as you grab and pour random things into random bowls. honestly, you've lost track of what step you're on. it feels like you're just going through the movements of baking cookies rather than actually cooking a meal.

chris and nick have no problem with holding your hands or wrists to point you in the right direction. but matt? he hasn't touched you at all. he still talks to you and helps out when it's needed, but you both know better than to touch.

due to matt's intense clinginess, it's safest to stay apart. if not, nick will end up cutting out a large portion of the video where matt has to be pried off of you (it's happened before).

"now, you need to put the cookie tray in the oven." nick tells you. from the sound of his voice, you can tell that he's reading instructions off the back of the cookie box. you hear him set the box on the counter before he continues. "while you do that, i'll put the dirty dishes in the sink; chris will clean the counters so you can decorate the cookies when they're done; and matt can make sure you don't catch the house on fire."

"alright." you agree with the plan. you reach forward to grab the tray of cookies. you pat thepalm of your hands on the countertop, trying to find the metal board. but you can't find it. "what the fuck?" you mutter, knowing it was just right here.

"right here," matt's voice murmers against the shell of your ear. he reaches over you, his chest pressed against your back. you hear the cookies slide agianst the counter before you feel the cool material of the tray touch your hands.

you clear your throat awkwardly, trying not to think about him too much. "thanks."

"mhm," he hums. as he stands up straight, the warmth of his chest leaves your back and you're left feeling cold and empty without his presence.

you mimick his actions by standing up straight. you then carry the tray in your hands as you walk around the island to where you know the stove is. you're about to set the tray down to open the oven, but you hear someone come up behind you. matt tells you to just hold still and he'll open it for you.

you do as he says and wait for him to open the oven door. when you hear it unlatch, you reach down to slide the tray onto the rack.

apparently, you miscalculated the distance between you and the oven. because just as you were going to set the tray down, you felt a sharp pain in the knuckles of your pinky finger.

"fuck!" you shout in pained breath before dropping the tray to the ground.

"what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?" matt rushes out a string of questions, immediately taking your hand into his. he twists and turns it, examining the injury.

"yeah, i'm fine." you tell him. "i shouldn't have dropped the tray like that, it was kinda dramatic."

you hear him sigh, "what did i tell you? it's okay to ask for help."

"i didn't think i needed it." you tell him, dropping your voice to a whisper as you tell him your next concern. "plus, you might wanna get away from me. we're still filming."

"fuck the video, y/n." he says, pulling you into a hug. he holds you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "you mean way more to me than a bit of speculation."

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo @knowingnothingnoel @its-jennarose @lea0518

i found this cutie patootie while scrolling on pinterest and i just HAD to share

— ★ !! pierce

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : you’re a tattoo artist. while working your usual shift, someone you didn’t expect to ever see again walks through the doors, asking for you.

a/n : my first story on here, i’m so excited !!

wc : 1.5k

you sigh, as you walk back over to your station. an old lady just left a few moments ago. she wasn’t exactly the nicest person you’d ever met seeing as she was grumpy and extremely rude while you were tattooing her. you knew it was your duty to do as the customer asks, but you were tempted to mess up her tattoo just to spite her. and if you didn’t know that would cause you to lose your job, you would have done it without a second thought.

“y/n!” you hear your coworker call from the front desk.

the building at which you work is separated into two sections – the front, where the workers book appointments and talk to customers ; and the back, where the tattoo artists do their job.

normally, you stay in the back and do about one or two tattoos per day. however, it's not uncommon for the artists to get called to the front. the people who work at the front desk sometimes need to ask about your schedule or if you can do certain tattoos.

"yes?" you ask once you get to the front of the store. however, before your coworker can even answer, your heart sinks to your stomach. standing behind the counter is your ex boyfriend from high school, matthew sturniolo.

the two of you have quite a rough past.

you dated for three years. your relationship was happy and healthy. to be completely honest, you thought matt was going to be the man you married. he never did anything wrong and was the most perfect boyfriend you could ever ask for.

but that was before you found out who he truly was. during your senior year of high school, you walked in on matt making out with your best friend.

after that, you stopped talking to both of them – including matt's two brothers, nick and chris. they didn't do anything wrong, but they were so similar to matt that it hurt to be around them.

"y/n." matt says as he stares at you with his mouth agape.

you manage a smile before saying, "it's nice to meet you, sir." matt's eyebrows furrow in confusion at your strange greeting. there's no way you forgot about him, is there?

"is there a reason i was called up here?" you ask as you turn to face your coworker with a professional smile.

"this man has been asking for you." your coworker explains. "he's refused to have anyone else do his tattoo except for you."

you look at matt with a curious expression on your face because now you're really confused. when you first laid eyes on him, you were hoping this was a mistake and he just walked into a random store. but now you're positive it was not a mistake.

"i don't know if you know the rules of our store, but you need to make an appointment ahead of time." you tell matt, continuing to act oblivious.

you don't want to say his name or address your past. because if you do, there's no turning back.

truth is, you haven't been able to move on from matt ever since you broke up with him. it's been two years since then, but you haven't been able to stop thinking about him.

you've tried dating other guys, but it wasn't the same as matt. you also tried experimenting with women. but nothing worked. everyone and everything just brought your mind back to matthew.

so you quit dating entirely. and you've never been happier.

"y/n." he says. "don't act like we didn't happen."

"sorry, sir. but i have no idea what you're talking about." you say, your voice shaking the tiniest bit. you quickly cover it up by clearing your thought and continuing. "if you can't make an appointment like everyone else, i'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

matt just stares at you, his gaze softening. you hold the contact, your eyes sharp but steady.

"y/n-"

"dawson," you call out your coworker's last name. "can you please have this man removed from our store?"

dawson nods before you calmly return to the back of the store. you don't stay to watch as matt gets removed. you simply close the door behind you as you walk over to your station.

you've been working here for a hear and a half and you've made tons of friends. including jamie – another tattoo artist whose station is directly beside yours. she watches you walk back to your area and after taking one look at you, she's worried.

"did something happen?" she asks you.

"i don't wanna talk about it." you respond.

jamie nods, not wanting to be nosy or anything like that. she's a good friend and is genuinely worried about you, but she would never pry something out of you.

suddenly, her attention is taken off of you and is placed onto a customer entering the back of the store. you don't care to look at them, assuming it's just the usual customer who's here for a touch-up.

"y/n, please talk to me." you whip around at the sound of matt's voice.

"how did you get back here?" you ask him, your eyes wide.

"i just explained everything to dawson." matt says. "he listened to me and now he understands exactly why i'm here. and i want you to listen to me, as well."

you glance toward the door, seeing dawson's blonde head peeking through the small window. you shoot him a glare and he quickly turns back around.

you suck in a breath, calming your nerves before crossing your arms over your chest. "why would i do that?"

"listen, i'm not going to force you to forgive me. but can you at least let me explain?" matt asks. "these past two years have been hell without you, y/n. i can't live with myself knowing that you hate me."

"good." you respond.

matt chuckles, "if it makes you feel any better, i didn't only come here for you. i do want another tattoo."

"no, that doesn't make me feel better." you tell him. "if you need a tattoo, jamie is really good and she's been working here for longer than me. you should ask her rather than pestering your ex-girlfriend that you cheated on."

"i didn't cheat, y/n." matt says. "she forced herself onto me."

"that's funny." you tell him, turning around and beginning to do something else. "it seemed to me like you were enjoying it quite a lot."

"you hardly even saw us." matt says. "you took one look at the situation and made a harsh judgement without a second thought."

"oh, so now i'm the one getting blamed for your fuck up?"

"no, i'm not blaming you. i'm simply explaining why you saw what you saw." matt says. "she pulled me away into an empty classroom and forced herself onto me. i tried pushing her off, but that's when you walked in. you saw me holding her because i was trying to shove her off of me."

"okay, well why didn't you explain all of this back then?" you ask him. "it's been two years, matt, why now?"

"you had a valid reason to be upset and i didn't want you to think i was making excuses for myself." he says. "i thought you would forgive me and come back. but when you didn't, i felt like a piece of me was missing ever since. it took months to find you here. and i'll do anything to make it up to you."

as you watch matt's expression turn into one of genuine admiration, you no longer see your cheating ex who betrayed you. you see the boy you fell in love with. the one you shared your first date with. your first kiss with. your first everything.

you didn't realize how much you missed him.

whenever you thought of matt while with someone else, you thought it was because your heart still ached from the betrayal. you didn't know you were actually aching for him to return to you.

"why should i even trust anything you're saying?" you ask him, your voice coming out softer than you wanted.

"because i still love you, y/n." matt says, stepping closer to you and reaching up to hold your face in his hands. "and i don't think i could ever love someone else other than you."

you lean into his touch, wanting to keep him here with you forever.

"i'm willing to give you a second chance." you say. "but i have a few conditions."

matt nods, "anything."

"don't expect me to forgive and forget everything so easily." you tell him, stepping closer to him until your noses are brushing. "you need to work for my love and prove that you genuinely want me back.

"of course, y/n." he says.

you press your lips to his, feeling everything click into place. this is where you're meant to be. this is is who you're meant to be with. this is perfect.

tags : @kasqnxx

ahh how do you do your text thingies!!!

okay so ive been getting asked this a LOT in my dms and comments so its ab time i make a post on it

i use an app called 'social maker' but idk if its available for android or laptop or anything bc i only use my phone ( which is an iphone ) anyway i hope that helped !!

— ★ !! twelve

masterlist ; next

a/n : this was a shorter chapter but it’s a really cute chrisxreader scene that i adore now

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo @knowingnothingnoel @its-jennarose

— ★ !! 03

prev ; next ; masterlist

a/n : all the ‘users’ that responded to daniel’s post are different people NOT the same person over and over. i just didn’t feel like making a ton of random comments bc it would be confusing and unnecessary

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise

YOU SHOULD WRITE SOMETHING ABT NATE!!! I LIVE YOUR WORK 😘😘😘

GUYS. LISTEN. ☺️

i would love to write for nate , but i literally have NO ideas. u guys need to give me a prompt or something because !!!

— ★ !! five

masterlist ; next

a/n : guys i’ve been gone for like a month #sorryabthat it’s bc school has been kicking my ass HARD and also i went on a plane alone for the 1st time ever ( i went from florida to oregon ) and that was overwhelming as shit !! anyway idk if i’m “coming back” but ill @ least try to be more active on here but NO PROMISES.

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo

— ★ !! six

masterlist ; next

a/n : i js started watching shameless and i can’t tear my eyes away from my computer screen.

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo

hey love :) idk if this makes sense at all but i think it'd be so cute if you wrote something about chris where the reader and him have been friends for only a year, but it's been a year of them obsessing over each other with out the other even knowing, and then maybe the reader is over at the triplets's house and she's really anxious cos she's worried chris doesn't feel the same way, and chris notices so he asks her what's wrong and she kinda like vents it all out while hugging him and he keeps running his hand through her hair and when she stops her rant of how much she loves him, he just kisses her as his response !!!!!!! like that's so chris :,)

ー ★ !! reciprocate

pairing : chris x fem!reader

synopsis : after a year of being best friends , your feelings for chris have been changing. it’s not hard to recognize this feeling in your chest to be love. the only question in your mind is this : does he feels the same?

a/n : i jumped when i saw ur user like literally ilysm what ?? also i apologize for how long this took its literally been months

wc : 2.09k

you aren't the type to be insecure in your relationships. but something about chris made you feel like you weren't enough.

he's just so insanely perfect in your eyes that you can't fathom the fact that he'd ever like you back. so you've decided to bury your feelings for him — since you deemed them as unrealistic anyway.

it's been an entire year of teasing and flirting with a guy that probably only sees you as a friend. but you can't help it! chris always talks to you in a flirty manner, how are you expected to just ignore his antics and hide your feelings!?

today marks one year of you guys being friends.

it's only been twelve months, but you honestly feel like you've known him for an eternity — which might sound dramatic, but it's true. chris has this aroma to him that makes you feel so safe and secure. he listens to you when you speak ; he laughs with you when you're joking ; he gives you space if you need it. he's just so perfect at reading your emotions and understanding how you feel that it's a shock you haven't been friends for a decade.

"do you think matt could pick me up?" you ask chris over the phone, flopping backward so you're laying flat on your back. "i want to hang out at your house. mine is boring."

chris laughs at you, "don't you have a car? i'd gladly make him drive to you, but what's stopping you from already being over here?"

you think back on earlier today when you were pulled over by a cop. your depth perception may have been a bit off. and you may have accidently hit a pedestrian and gotten your license revoked for a few months.

"it's in the shop." you lie with an innocent smile. "getting new tires."

chris holds his phone close to his face, staring at you through the screen. after only a few seconds of analyzing your face, he decides that you're definitely not telling the truth.

"yeah, sure." he agrees sarcastically. "i totally believe that."

"you should!" you tell him. "because it's completely true!"

the sound of a door opening and closing is heard through the tiny speakers of your phone. chris's head snaps in the direction of someone entering his bedroom. his face suddenly falls with annoyance before he says, "what do you want nick?"

"just wanna talk to you," nick yawns, stretching himself out to lay on top of his brother. chris groans and shoves him off of his bed, but nick just laughs.

"oh my god! did you say nick's here!?" you exclaim, sitting up in your own bed and clutching your phone tightly in your hands with excitement. "tell nick to come here, i want to talk to him!"

chris looks down at you — well, his phone — and sighs before glancing back over at nick. he mutters something about you betraying him before shoving his screen in nick's face and pouting. "y/n wants to talk to you."

nick snatches the phone out of chris's hands and rushes out of his room, leaving the door open just to be annoying. then, nick runs into the bathroom an locks the door behind them. he holds the phone close to his face before whisper-shouting his next question. "why aren't you here yet!? i thought you said you were going to confess your feelings to chris today!"

"hey!" you defend yourself. "hear me out before yelling at me!"

"i'm listening..." he urges you to continue, putting his ear in the camera to give you a visual that he is in fact listening.

"i was planning to come over today, i swear! but i got my license revoked last night, so i don't have a car." you explain. "i was going to ask matt to pick me up, but then chris started asking questions about why i couldnt drive myself. then you barged in."

"why don't you just tell chris that you got it revoked?" nick says, sitting down on the closed seat of the toilet.

"because that's embarrassing." you say as though it's obvious. "i'll tell him tomorrow, but today needs to be perfect! i don't want him to be thinking about my patheticness while i confess."

nick shrugs, "i guess that makes sense."

"okay now go tell matt to come pick me up!" you order. "i'm sick of being at home. my cat won't play with me anymore because she's getting too old."

nick nods, flushing the toilet and running the sink even though he didn't use the bathroom — simply to put on a show for anyone who might have their ear pressed to teh door (cough chris cough). he then opens the door and comes face to face with chris standing in the hallway. he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"why'd you pretend to flush and shit?" chris asks him. "you literally have y/n on the phone. i know you didn't piss."

nick rolls his eyes before handing the phone back to his brother. you watch as they argue about something completely random and offtopic before chris walks back into his bedroom and plops back down on his bed.

"sorry he stole you like that." he apologizes as he reaches over to open his blind and let some sunlight pour in. "what'd you guys talk about?"

"my tires." you lie.

again, chris immediately knows that you're not being honest. despite being able to see right through you, he doesn't want to pry. so he just nods and changes the topic.

"is that a new shirt?" he asks with a laugh. "i’ve never seen it before."

you look down at what you’re wearing and immediately whip your head back up to glare at him. you’re wearing his shirt. “you let told me to take it!”

“i’m just kidding.” he says. “it looks way better on you, pretty girl.”

your face flushes red and you set your phone down so the camera is facing the ceiling. you hold your cheeks in your hands and stare at the blankets on your bed.

chris always does shit like this, and you don’t know how to feel. part of you loves it because of how it makes you get all giddy. but another part of you hates it because you struggle to read what it means. is he just joking, or does it mean something more?

“matt’s on his way!” you hear nick’s voice shout across the room. he seemingly poked his head through the crack of chris’s door.

“on his way where?” chris asks.

“oh, he’s just picking up y/n so she can come over and tell you something important.” nick says easily.

you rush to pick your phone back up so you can yell at him. “NICOLAS!” you shout.

the screen is still pointed at chris’s face, but you can hear nick’s giggle before he runs out of the room and shuts the door.

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half an hour later, you and matt arrive at the sturniolos’ house. you guys walk through the door with a big bag of mcdonald’s. you guys impulsively decided to get some food on the way home, and made sure to get chris and nick something as well.

“aww!” nick says, taking the bag out of your hand with a wide grin plastered across his face. “you got me food!?”

“share with chris.” matt tells him. “it’s not all for you.”

“yeah.” chris agrees, walking out of his room and chasing after nick to take the bag from him. “give me some, you greedy little shit!”

nick runs away from chris, taking the food with him as he locks himself in the bathroom and his laughs can be heard through the closed door.

chris groans, rolling his eyes before turning around and directing his attention toward the more important subject — you.

he pulls you into a hug, "i haven’t seen you in forever!"

you wrap your arms around him, hugging him back before speaking against his ear. “i know, it’s been ages.”

“it’s been half a day.” matt corrects you, pushing past his brother to walk into the kitchen and set his car keys onto the counter. “i’m going back to sleep. you guys are too fucking dramatic to handle.”

then, matt leaves the kitchen and walks down the hall to his bedroom. you hear the door close behind him, knowing you and chris are now officially alone together for the first time all day.

well, all day is pretty exaggerated seeing as you to have only been reunited for a few minutes. also, you guys have been on facetime since you woke up this morning.

“so!” chris says, pulling out of the hug. “what was nick talking about earlier. you need to tell me something important?”

your heart drops.

“oh, that can wait!” you say, trying to laugh it off. “let’s watch a movie or something. ooh! we could make, uh, pizza or cookies or some shit. that'd be fun right? you guys have pizza, don't you? well. never mind, everyone has pizza, haha." you walk into the kitchen and begin to dig through their freezer. "honestly, cookies would be more fun to make than some pizza. they taste better too. wait no, that's controversial. how about-"

your anxious ranting is cut off when chris places a hand on your shoulder. you stop digging through the freezer and turn around to face him with a frown.

"calm down, y/n." he tells you softly. he lets his hand drop from your shoulder and land on your hand. he grabs it and gently pulls you into the living room. he sits down on the couch with you, still holding your hand in his. "slow down a bit. we can talk about it at whatever pace you want."

"i'm gonna rant again." you warn him.

he chuckles, "that's fine by me. i love your ranting."

you suck in a deep breath before you begin. "i know we've only known each other for a year, but i really fucking like you. you're kind, attractive, and literally fucking perfect. you make me feel happy whenever i'm around you as if you're purposely trying to make me feel comfortable. and if you are, it's working by the way." you keep your eyes pinned to the couch cushion, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "i've been keeping my feelings to myself because i don't want to ruin what we have. but i realize now that even if i try to ignore my feelings, they're still going to explode eventually — and probably not in a healthy way. i don't want to hurt you by accidentally lashing out, so i decided it'd be best to tell you the truth."

you tear your eyes from thr cushion and raise them to face chris. he isn't answering you, but he definitely heard everything you said. his eyes are flicking across the room, processing all the shit you just dumped on him.

his silence stresses you out even more. what if you said the wrong thing? what if he hates you now? what if this ruins you guys's friendship before you can even try to form a romantic relationship? what if this is the lashing out you feared would happen? oh shit. you didn't even consider that.

"fuck," you mutter, "i'm sorry. i should go. this was a mistake. just forget everything i just said."

you begin to stand up, but chris grabs your hand before you can walk away. you turn and look at him but his eyes are already pinned to yours.

"how could i ever forget that?" he asks.

you don't answer.

"my dream girl just confessed that she likes me." he says before pulling on your hand, causing you to fall on top of him. he catches you and holds you in a hug. he runs a hand through your hair, caressing it gently. "i never even thought it would be fucking possible for you to ever like me back."

your eyes widen. "what? so you don't hate me?"

your feel his chest shake with a laugh. he then moves his hands to your shoulers before pushing you back to look at your face. without another word, chris presses your lips together.

the kiss is passionate, but unfortunately short-lived. within the few seconds it lasts, everything you struggled to tell him wth your rants was silently understood.

"i could never hate you." he whispers against your lips before connecting them back together.

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