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can you guys (the 4 people who actually interact with my blog) give me like small ideas and blurbs to write off 😈

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IF YOU ONLY KNEW - C. STURNIOLO

PART ONE : NEW PLACES, NEW FACES.

chris sturniolo x reader.

summary: After moving to Boston for a fresh start, you unexpectedly meet Chris Sturniolo at a cozy café, where a playful argument over a seat sparks the beginning of something new.

.ᐟ playful argument, fluff. (i think thats all chat)

wc: 1.1k

It was a Tuesday when you moved to Boston. grey skies overhead, your car stuffed with bags and boxes, and that low buzz of uncertainty that never quite goes away when you're doing something big. You weren’t sure if it was bravery or recklessness, but you needed a change, and this city felt like a fresh start.

You had just signed a short-term lease on a small apartment not far from the city center. The floors creaked a little too much, and the kitchen was about the size of a walk-in closet, but it was yours. You liked that. You were chasing something new, and while you didn’t know what exactly, the idea of figuring it out was comforting enough.

After three exhausting hours of hauling furniture and the essentials into your new place. thank you, caffeine and stubborn determination. you stood in the center of the living room, hands on your hips, and let out a long breath.

“Alright,” you said aloud to no one. “Let’s do this.”

The next day, the city was still damp from the rain, but the sky had cleared to a soft blue that made everything feel a little more possible. You decided to walk around and get familiar with the neighborhood. You grabbed your jacket, earbuds in, playlist queued up, and just wandered.

That’s how you ended up in front of the small café on the corner of 6th and Beacon. a cozy little place with a teal-painted door and mismatched chairs on the patio. “Lola’s,” the sign read in cursive gold.

Something about it felt like a good idea.

Inside, it smelled like cinnamon and fresh espresso. The barista greeted you with a warm smile, and you ordered a chai latte, eyes scanning the interior. It was the kind of place that made you want to write poetry or start a novel. tiny plants lined the window sills, books were stacked on shelves in the corners, and soft indie music played low in the background.

You found a seat near the window and pulled out your phone, scrolling aimlessly until a voice broke through.

“You’re in my seat.”

You looked up.

He stood there in a grey hoodie, the hood pulled halfway up, messy hair peeking out. Blue eyes. Soft but curious. There was a playful smile tugging at his lips like he wasn’t entirely serious, but not entirely joking either.

Your brow furrowed. “I… didn’t see a name on it.”

He grinned, stepping forward a bit. “It’s kind of an unofficial thing. I always sit here.”

You blinked, not recognizing him, but something about his presence felt familiar. Not in a ‘have we met?’ kind of way, more like ‘have I seen you in a dream?’

You tilted your head. “Guess you’ll have to find a new favorite.”

The boy let out a laugh, low and warm, and plopped down in the chair across from you instead. “Touché.”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused. “You just gonna sit there?”

“Yep.”

You looked around. “There are literally five empty tables.”

“And yet, here I am.” He sipped from a cup you hadn’t even noticed him holding. “You new around here?”

You hesitated. “That obvious?”

He nodded. “You’ve got ‘I don’t know where the hell I am’ energy. It’s not a bad thing. Just… noticeable.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Yeah, just moved in yesterday.”

He leaned back in his chair, like that explained everything. “That tracks.”

You waited, then finally asked, “So do you always interrogate strangers who steal your ‘unofficial’ spot?”

He smiled. “Only the ones who look like they might be cool.”

You tried not to blush, but something about the way he said it made your stomach do this annoying little flip. “Well, thanks… I think?”

He stuck out a hand. “Chris.”

You shook it. “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Nice. I like it.”

The way he said it, soft, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips, it made your cheeks feel warm.

You tried to focus on your latte. “So, Chris, what do you do when you’re not guarding café chairs from unsuspecting newcomers?”

He grinned. “Mostly film dumb videos with my brothers and make fun of each other. Occasionally eat an entire pizza by myself. You know, standard Boston guy stuff.”

You laughed, unsure if he was joking. “Videos?”

“Yeah. Me and my brothers, we’re on YouTube. TikTok too. It’s kind of our thing.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Wait, like the Sturniolo triplets?”

Chris looked mock-offended. “You didn’t recognize me immediately? Wow. Wounded.”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “I knew you looked familiar.”

He shrugged. “We get that a lot. I’m the better-looking one, if that helps.”

You rolled your eyes. “Totally unbiased opinion, right?”

“Obviously.”

There was a pause, not awkward, just... present. He looked at you like he was trying to figure you out, but not in a creepy way. Like he was genuinely curious. It was kind of nice, actually. Not a lot of people looked at you like that.

“So,” he said, leaning forward, arms on the table. “What brought you to Boston?”

You hesitated for a second, then figured honesty couldn’t hurt. “Needed a change. Old place wasn’t it anymore. I wanted to be somewhere that felt alive.”

He nodded slowly, like he got it. “Boston’s definitely alive. Sometimes loud as hell, but yeah, alive.”

You sipped your latte, eyes meeting his over the rim of your cup. “And you? You’ve always lived here?”

He nodded. “Born and raised. Sometimes I think about leaving, but… it’s hard to walk away from something that shaped you.”

You liked the way he said things. There was meaning tucked into his words, even if he pretended to be laid-back.

Something about that made you want to know more.

Over the next hour, the conversation flowed in a way that surprised you. It wasn’t just small talk; it was real. You talked about music, movies, the weird ways people show they care. He told you about filming content with his brothers, how chaotic it could be but also how much it meant to him. You told him about your writing, your tendency to people-watch, and how you liked to collect moments like keepsakes.

He listened. Really listened.

And then, just like that, it was time to go.

Chris stood up, stretching. “Same time tomorrow?”

You blinked. “What?”

He gestured to the table. “Gotta defend my chair. Can’t let you have it two days in a row.”

You smirked. “I think I’m winning that war.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He grinned, then gave you a little wave as he headed out, disappearing into the flow of the city like he’d always belonged there.

You stayed seated for a minute longer, your latte now cold.

Same time tomorrow.

You didn’t want to overthink it.

But still, you smiled.

TO BE CONTINUED...

.ᐟ HII EVERYONEE! sosos sorry for not being online much, i lowk got a concussion on friday as i was finishing this part up.. BUT ITS OK WE HAVE FAITHHH anyway im gonna try to upload the next part as fast as i can. thank you so much for all the support and patience!! love u cutiess 💋

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3:30 pm!

new chris fanfic; part one!

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LMAO

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no yeah & where i am, its snowed everyday for the last week so i can barely wear them☹️ BUT THEYRE SO CUTE 💔

CHAT ITS LIKE 40 INCHES OF SNOW.

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i got a ps4 andd madison beer merch :p ! it was very hype

my uggs are def ruined by the snow its so sad

omg madison merch!?

and uggs r so hard to wear rn but they sosoosos cute ☹️😰

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no yeah curly hair girl struggles, i feel ur pain 💔💔

how was ur christmas? if u celebrate of course

no literally 💔💔 and it was good! i got uggs (alr stained cause of the snow ☹️) what about uuuu

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HELP YOU ANDWRRED FAST😭😭 HI!! howve you been???

HELP IM TWO HOURS LATE 💔💔 imm goooddsffs !! i was js doing my hair my my diffuser fell on my foot.

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r u dead jess 💔

i guess man 💔

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arcane is my new obsession chat

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HOWVE U BEEN POOKIE

oh golly i have to get on more 😔😔

IM GOOD JUST HAD A MASSIVE HISTORY QUIZ THO ☹️☹️

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OMG HI JESS 😻😻😻

HEY JEELLY 🙈🙈🙈

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i love u jelyyyy 🙈🙈🙈

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jess i miss u r u still active

i missed u too bb 💔💔💔

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UGH LUCKY I WANT CHIPOTLE

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