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PRINCESS TREATMENT. bsf!chris

you didn’t mean to ruin movie night.

it was supposed to be chill. blankets. snacks. your favorite hoodie. chris leaning into your side, mumbling dumb commentary while your cheeks burned quietly in the dark. it was supposed to be easy. fun. the kind of thing you looked forward to all week.

but your body had other plans.

you knew it the second you stood up too fast in the kitchen and the pain hit you like a slow, heavy punch. deep. low. the kind of ache that made you stop breathing for a second. like something inside you twisted wrong. your hand flew to your stomach. you cursed under your breath.

“you okay?” chris called from the living room.

you plastered on a voice. “yeah! just… dropped something.”

you didn’t.

you grabbed the heating pad from under the sink and slid it under your hoodie before shuffling back into the living room like you hadn’t just been attacked by your uterus. chris was already on the couch, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, snacks spread out on the coffee table. he looked up when you walked in.

“you sure you’re good?” he asked. “you’re walking like an old lady.”

you gave him a weak smile. “shut up.”

he snorted and patted the cushion next to him. “come here, grandma.”

you curled up beside him, biting your lip to keep from wincing. the cramps were coming in waves now. you shifted, trying to find a position that didn’t make you want to cry.

chris pressed play.

you made it maybe twelve minutes in before the pain got worse.

you couldn’t focus. the screen blurred. your breath stuttered in your chest, jaw tight. you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees, arms wrapped around your stomach like that would help. it didn’t.

“hey,” chris said, voice low now. “what’s going on?”

you shook your head. “it’s fine.”

“you’re literally rocking like you’re in pain. talk to me.”

you hesitated. he paused the movie.

“i got my period,” you mumbled. “it hurts.”

his face changed—softened, like the word itself flipped a switch in him. “bad?”

you nodded. “like really bad. it just started.”

he didn’t make a joke. didn’t flinch or act grossed out. just moved gently, turning toward you fully. “what do you need?”

“i already have a heating pad,” you whispered. “it’s just not helping yet.” he looked at you for a second. then got up. “where are you going?” you asked, voice small.

“don’t worry,” he said. “i got you.”

you watched him disappear down the hallway.

the pain pulsed again. you clenched your jaw, curled tighter, stared at the carpet and tried not to cry. god, it was humiliating. you wanted to be fun. normal. the kind of girl who didn’t ruin movie night with cramps. but instead you were here, bundled in a hoodie, aching from the inside out while your best friend rummaged through your apartment like he lived there.

you hated that you loved it a little.

he came back with two pillows, a blanket, and a big glass of water. “lay back,” he said, already rearranging the couch. “chris—”

“nope. don’t argue. i’m serious. come on.”

you did as he asked, mostly because moving hurt and he looked so determined. he tucked a pillow behind your back, another under your knees, draped the blanket over you, and handed you the water.

“slow sips,” he said.

you took a few.

he crouched beside the couch, resting his arms on the cushion. “want painkillers?”

“i took some already.”

“want me to rub your back?”

you blinked at him. “you don’t have to—”

“i want to.”

your throat tightened. “okay.”

he climbed behind you, carefully, like you might break. one arm slipped around your waist, the other curled under your hoodie. his palm pressed warm and gentle over your lower back, slow circles that made your eyes sting.

“you’re so good at this,” you whispered.

“i googled it once,” he said into your hair. “when you said your cramps sucked last year.”

you let out a tiny, wet laugh. “of course you did.”

he smiled against your shoulder. “gotta be prepared.”

you stayed quiet for a while. his hand moved slowly. your breathing slowed with it.

“you don’t have to stay,” you murmured. “i know this is gross.”

he pulled you closer. “don’t say that.”

“but—“

“it’s not gross. it’s your body. it’s what it does. and i’m not going anywhere.”

you felt your eyes sting again. blinked quickly. “thank you.”

he brushed his nose along your temple. “you’d do the same for me.”

“you don’t get periods.”

“yeah, but if i did, you’d baby me. i know it.”

you smiled. “you’re right.”

he held you a little tighter.

you didn’t realize how quiet everything had gotten. how still. the pain didn’t go away, but it dulled. like your body trusted him. like it knew he wasn’t going to let it hurt alone.

“you smell like tea,” he said suddenly.

“i spilled some earlier.”

“smells nice.”

you tilted your head back slightly, enough to see his face. “you’re so close.”

he grinned. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“it’s not,” you said, too fast. “i like it.”

he looked at you.

not like a best friend.

not like a buddy.

like something else. like he was seeing you fully for the first time. or maybe like he’d been seeing you all along and was just waiting for you to catch up.

“you’re really pretty,” he said quietly.

your heart skipped. “even now?”

“especially now. you’re real. soft. brave.”

you didn’t know what to say. so you didn’t. just turned your face toward him and let your eyes say it instead.

he kissed you.

soft. warm. nothing rushed or messy or perfect. just lips against lips, slow and steady. his hand still moved on your back, grounding you. reminding you he was real. here.

when you pulled away, your face was hot for a different reason.

“was that okay?” he asked, voice small.

you nodded. “more than okay.”

he smiled like a secret. “cool.”

you rested your head on his chest.

“doesn’t mean you’re off cramp duty,” you said, eyes fluttering closed.

“wasn’t trying to be.”

you fell asleep like that.

wrapped in warmth. pain fading. heart full.

movie forgotten. cramps forgotten. everything else fading into the soft sound of his breathing and the way he whispered your name once when he thought you were already dreaming.

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fratboy!chris and fratboy!matt. meow

just violently ripped my clothes off

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So how many cookies can I give you

as many as you want🤍!!

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merry christmas vee!! hope you have a wonderful day full of so much love 🤍

i am so extremely late but tysm!!

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hi guys so funny story i lost access to my acct cause i forgot my password😍. but im back and NEVER leaving again. trust🤞🏽.

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Which triplet is better at making dolphin sounds

chris 100%

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the way i genuinely started screaming “GET HIM OFF MY SCREEN. I CANT” scares me. he’s just so fucking fine. AND THE GLASSES. FUCK.

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Why is Chris stripping so much 😭😭😭

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SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW. MY PANTS HAVE DISAPPEARED WTF????

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yummy

idk but there’s no better feeling than sitting here with my silly little vape, cup of ice water, fan on low, snuggling my favorite blankets, and matthew sturniolos fine ass on my tv screen.

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STAWP I LOVE THAT FLAVOR

idk but there’s no better feeling than sitting here with my silly little vape, cup of ice water, fan on low, snuggling my favorite blankets, and matthew sturniolos fine ass on my tv screen.

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brb taking a flight to boston

i have bronchitis and i literally feel like i’m dying?????

matthew sturniolo must come save me

What the fuck is that and his forehead kisses would def cure you!!!

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idk but there’s no better feeling than sitting here with my silly little vape, cup of ice water, fan on low, snuggling my favorite blankets, and matthew sturniolos fine ass on my tv screen.

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Chris has measured his dick in Pepsi can tabs

no cause why can i imagine him doing this😭??

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i’m gonna need to be admitted to the psych ward.

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love love love

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— matt sturniolo

— chris sturniolo