reenluvschris

[reenluvschris]

i'm wet

[reenluvschris]

STILL OURS - c.sturniolo

in which: you and chris get into an argument and later have makeup-sex, angsty??

contains: emotional vulnerability, crying, makeup sex.

The echo of the slammed door hadn’t even settled before you burst into quiet tears.

You didn’t even know what the fuck you were crying about anymore. Something dumb. Some offhand comment about the dishes or weekend plans or how he’d said something in that sharp, clipped tone he used when he was already annoyed. It wasn’t even one big thing — just a pile-up of little ones, like stones stacking into a wall until it finally cracked.

Chris had shouted. Really shouted. His voice went hoarse at the end of it — red in the face, jaw clenched, pacing the floor like he didn’t trust himself to stay still. And then he stormed off, slammed the bedroom door so hard the damn house felt like it flinched with you.

You didn’t follow.

You just sat there on the couch, knees up to your chest, hoodie sleeves wet with tears you weren’t proud of. You didn’t want to be the one to fix it. Not this time. Not when it felt like every nerve was already raw and every apology you could possibly give had already been used up in past fights that were too similar to this one.

But silence has a way of stretching too long. Ten minutes passed. Maybe more. Long enough for your anger to start caving in on itself, leaving nothing but exhaustion behind.

And then — the bedroom door creaked open.

You heard his steps before you saw him. Slow, tentative. Not like before. You didn’t look up when he walked into the room. Not even when he stopped in front of you.

When he sat down beside you, you instinctively pulled away.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t argue. Just reached out — slowly — and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His grip wasn’t tight. If you’d told him to let go, he would’ve. But instead, he pressed his forehead against the back of your shoulder, breath shaky against your skin.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean any of it.”

His voice sounded cracked open. No edge. No defense.

You stayed quiet. Not because you didn’t believe him — you did — but because you didn’t have the words yet to respond.

He kissed your shoulder. Not to seduce. Not to soften. Just to say, I’m still here. He stayed like that — forehead pressed to your arm, lips brushing your skin gently, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he whispered, tears catching in his throat now. “I hate how I yelled. I hate how I made you look at me like you were scared.”

When you finally turned to look at him, his face was blotchy and tired, his jaw still tight like he hadn’t unclenched since the fight. But his eyes… they were glassy. Soft.

He kissed your forehead first — reverent, like a man kissing the edge of something he thought he lost.

Then your cheek.

Then your lips — slow, scared, and silent.

And when you kissed him back, he breathed out like he’d been holding it in for hours. His hands moved to cup your face, thumbs trembling against your skin. He kissed you again — deeper this time, but still careful. Still apologizing with every movement.

He didn’t say anything when he lifted you into his lap. Didn’t have to. The apology was in how he held you. How he tucked your hair behind your ear. How his eyes searched your face like he was trying to memorize it before it vanished.

“Come upstairs with me,” he murmured. “Let me make this right.”

You didn’t answer out loud. Just nodded, barely, and let him take your hand.

Upstairs was quiet. Dim. The kind of heavy stillness that comes after a storm.

Chris didn’t touch you like a man trying to have sex. He touched you like someone trying to make up for every time he’d made you feel small. Like he wasn’t sure if he deserved your body, but he was grateful you gave it anyway.

He undressed you piece by piece, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered — your collarbone, the inside of your wrist, the curve of your waist. His mouth moved like he was saying sorry without the words. His hands were gentle. His breathing shallow. His eyes never left yours.

When he finally pushed inside you, your breath caught.

It was slow. Deep. A kind of closeness that felt like being stitched together again from the inside. You both gasped — not out of pleasure, exactly, but out of relief. Like finally, finally, something made sense again.

You wrapped your arms around his back and held him tightly — chest to chest, no space between you. He buried his face in your neck and started whispering.

“I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t deserve that.”

“You mean everything to me.”

You cried, softly. So did he. You could feel his body tremble as he moved — slow, gentle strokes that weren’t about getting off, but about staying in the moment. Staying inside you. Holding on.

He kissed your cheek. Your forehead. Your jaw. Again. And again. And again.

And with every quiet thrust, he gave you a little piece of himself back.

You lost track of time.

How long it had been since he slipped inside you — slow, unhurried — and settled there like he didn’t want to leave. Like he couldn’t.

The room had gone still. Your bodies tangled under the soft weight of the blanket he’d pulled over you both halfway through, his hand still splayed on your hip. His chest pressed against yours, skin sticky with sweat, breaths uneven. Neither of you moved. Not really. He was still inside you, soft now, but warm and close, and you could feel the beat of his heart against your ribs.

Chris’s face was tucked against your neck, lips parted slightly where they’d stilled against your skin. He hadn’t stopped whispering for the first ten minutes — broken apologies and soft “I love you”s as he moved inside you so slowly you almost cried again.

Now he was quiet. Only the smallest tremble in his exhale gave away how raw he still felt.

You stroked your fingers through his hair gently, and his hand flexed on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. Not enough to move. Just enough to remind you: I’m here. I’m not letting go.

You shifted your hips, barely — not to deepen anything, just to feel him there, to remind yourself it wasn’t a dream. That the fight was over. That he still wanted you, still needed you, still loved you.

Chris kissed your neck, soft and half-asleep. Then he mumbled, “Don’t move, baby… just… stay.”

His voice cracked on the last word. You turned your head and kissed the side of his head, feeling the weight of everything unsaid hang between you like something holy.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered.

And you meant it.

He hummed — a quiet, aching sound — and shifted slightly to bury his face further into your neck. His cock twitched inside you just once, sensitive and barely responsive now, but it was comforting. Not sexual. Just… connection. Warmth. Stillness.

“I wanna sleep like this,” he murmured, voice raspy and tired. “With you. Just like this.”

You wrapped your arms tighter around his back and nodded into the dark.

You didn’t need to say anything else. Not tonight.

The two of you fell asleep like that — sweaty, trembling, tangled together in the wreckage of what could’ve been a breakup. His body still inside yours, hearts pressed close, hands clutching skin like lifelines.

No space between you.

No more yelling.

Just quiet forgiveness.

And love that still stayed.

A/N: guess who’s back. so sorry for disappearing guys, i promise ill be back but here’s a little angsty fanfic :)

[reenluvschris]

FROM THE BACK

© 2025 FEINFORCHRIS (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)

you're lying on your tummy on your boyfriend, chris', bed, minding your business. chris was heavily focused on his game of fortnite, his controller movements keeping the room from being silent. that and his annoyed groans and sighs after being killed by a random "kid," what he called.

an hour later, you heard another one, his annoyed groan but this time, you heard him place his headset and controller on his desk. you then hear him shuffling towards his bed, where you were lying on, feeling his knee sink into the bed's corner. his chest then pressed on your back and his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your delicious scent.

"hii, baby." he giggles at the side of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. "chris, you're heavy, dude," you jokingly say, pretending to be out of breath. he ignores your banner as he starts kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone. you tilt your head, giving him more access. "mm, what's up with you, huh?" instead of him giving you a verbal answer, he pressed onto your ass, making you feel his hard cock. "that's what's wrong with me, ma," he says in a low whisper, almost a groan. you let out a small giggle.

not even a second later, his kisses started trailing down onto your back, slow lifting your top, revealing your bare back. "you're so damn gorgeous, every single part of you, gosh, so beautiful," he mumbles on your back. still kissing, he then moves down, towards your ass. slowly removing your sweatpant's waistband, revealing your black lacy thong. chris felt himself getting harder by the moment. "fuck, you know these are my favorite pair," he blurted out, salivating at the sight of your ass.

your sweatpants landed somewhere in his room. he gently started kissing on your ass, taking his time. then slowly slides your thong down with his index and middle finger. after removing your thong off you, he threw it where your sweatpants landed.

he grabbed you by the waist, arching you up, your ass face to face with his face. your body trembles as you feel his hot breath on your drooling pussy. "so fucking wet, for me. i barely did anything to you," he says as he caresses your left ass cheek. then, without warning, his tongue hits your wet pussy. a loud moan came out of you, your hands flew into the sheets, holding onto dear life.

chris ate you like a starved man. his tongue moving up and down your folds, in and out your hole, tongue fucking you. you were a moaning mess, heavily breathing. your right arm flew behind you, into his hair, pushing him further into your pussy. chris groan into your pussy, causing a vibration, making you roll your eyes back in pleasure. he removed your arm off his hair and hold it for support as he ate you out.

his nose was hitting your hole everytime he moved up and down. he then let your hand go and removed his mouth from your pussy with a "pop," sound. he started circling your pussy with his index and middle finger, rubbing up and down before slowly sliding into your soaking hole. you moaned, curling your toes. chris started sliding his fingers in and out, hearing the wet sound come from you make his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

within each time chris fingers hit that spot, your gummy walls clenched around them. "mmm, yeah, right there, ohhh.." words randomly blurted out of your mouth, not a single thought crossed your mind. just the feeling of chris fingers in you. your legs started to tremble, trying to push yourself off chris' fingers. "i-i'm close, fuck, i can't," you screamed out. "c'mon baby, come, come for me." chris says out breath, fingering you faster.

you then released all over his fingers, chris didn't stop right away, his kept going until you were spilling a puddle under you. "that's it, baby, so delicious." he groans. he then removed his fingers out of you and attached his mouth onto your sensitive pussy, collecting all your juices into his mouth. "so, so, so, good, fuck, i can eat you out from the back all fucking day," he groans into your pussy, then removing himself off you. licking his lips, making sure he didn't miss anything.

chris placed your hips down, hitting the mattress. he turned you on your back and hovered over you. you were a sweaty mess. he then leans down and kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips. you pull back, "i guess my turn to help?" you questioned. "nah, you already did," he looks down at the wet patch on his boxers. you raise your eyebrow and look down, there it was, he came in his pants just from eating you out.

a/n: ion kno if this is good or not, this was a random sexy scene i thought abt last night. also, i will stop deleting my stories.. i'll try to. but, enjoy, pls send more ideas in my inbox!!! ღ

[reenluvschris]

Thong or lace panties . Chris fucking you or Matt devouring your pussy . Raw or protected . Filled up or cummed on . Grinding/make out sesh with Chris or sucking Matt’s cock . Cut or uncut . Matt’s gas station pills or Chris’s horny dice . Lingerie set or no bra/casual . Chris whispering dirty things in your ear or Matt bending you over his lap and spanking you . Cowgirl or doggy . Fast or slow . Matt’s hands around your neck or Chris slapping your ass . Bedroom or couch . Clit stim or penetration . Matt teasing you slowly through the panties or Chris eating you out . “Baby” or “sweetheart” . Bouncing on Chris’s cock or Matt bending you over the counter . Two fingers or one . Craven Morehead or “tulips on this dick” . Serious fucking or playful fucking . 69 with Matt or sitting on Chris’s face . Rough or gentle . Pillow princess or energizer bunny . Lazy fucking Chris on and off all day or Matt fucking you on a secluded picnic date . Matt the munch or Christopher Owen (iykyk) . Chris pulling your hair or Matt spitting in your mouth . Porn or fantasizing . Size queen or unbothered . Chris circling your clit or Matt’s fingers inside you . “Come drink it Nate” or “when it doubt eat it out” . Toys or no toys . Ass or tits . Getting fucked exactly how you like it: Chris or Matt.

i think we know what girl i am. CHRIS 4LLLL

[reenluvschris]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

[reenluvschris]

Chapter 3: Summer House Love

here is the quote color key:

Y/N

CHRIS

Y/MN

MARYLOU

MIA

Chris POV:

I couldn't stand when people were unnecessarily mean, especially when they were mean to Y/N. So when Josh was talking like that to Y/N, I couldn’t take it. I had to stick up for her. I held back because I couldn’t bring myself to talk to Josh like that. I considered Josh like an older brother. He was always overprotective despite being three years older than me. He would always boss everyone around and act like a dad. It would piss me off. The only person I would talk to about that was Y/N. I felt horrible for her.

When I pulled Y/N in for a hug, I got butterflies. I’ve always had a little crush on her, but when I saw her walk into our house, it felt different. It felt like it wouldn’t just be a fantasy. I could make this a reality. The way her top sat perfectly on her body, the way her pants were sitting low on her hips — I could see a sliver of her lower stomach. The necklace I picked out for her when we were 10 still wrapped around her neck. It felt different, but the same all at once.

Y/N POV:

We drove home, all the moments of the night replaying in my mind. How I almost said I love you to Chris. How he stuck up for me and how our knees were touching. My head on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around me. I loved nights like these — the nights where we would be by each other's side, just keeping each other company.

We pulled into the driveway. The music shut off along with the car. Chris looked into my eyes deeply. He reached toward my left ear. As he picked the leaf out of my hair, we stared at each other a bit longer. It was a bit too intimate. I slowly leaned in while he leaned forward towards me until I heard a knock at the window.

Shit.

"So! Surfboards, huh?"

"Mom—I can explain," I started, but Chris cut me off mid-sentence.

"Aunt Y/MN, I promise we stopped by the surf shack and they closed early. Since we were already on the beach, we stayed and talked to a few friends. I promise we were on good behavior."

"Oh! Well, I don’t smell anything I shouldn’t. Just get to bed, we are stopping by the breakfast diner at 8:00." She walked inside with her arms wrapped around her robe.

Chris looked at me with a relieved look. He undid his seatbelt while I did the same. We walked in through the back door, hands interlocked, giggling about our night.

"Where are you sleeping tonight?"

"I can’t sleep with Matt and Nick, they probably reek of substances."

"You can stay with me tonight if you want."

"Yeah… I was just going to ask."

"Perfect! Should I set up a floor-bed or..."

"I can’t sleep on the floor tonight. Do you mind if we just sleep in the bed together?"

"No, I don’t mind. Don’t get any ideas though, you horn ball."

"I wasn’t!!" We smiled at each other, knowing I wouldn’t mind if he did. I always wanted him to stay in the bed with me. Not in a sexual way, just to feel close to him.

Chris POV:

The way her long acrylic nails brushed my knuckles while we walked up the stairs. We agreed to share the bed together. I didn’t mean it in that way. I won’t deny I’ve thought about it.

I walked into my room, put on my plaid pajama pants, and sprinted down the hall to Y/N’s room and jumped flat on her bed.

"CHRIS!!" she whisper-yelled due to me messing up her comforter.

"What!! I’m getting under the covers anyway!!" I grabbed and snuggled the stuffed animal that sat on her bed. A small bear I got for her when we were younger, along with the necklace. She brushed the ends of her silky dark hair. She climbed into bed next to me. I admired the way her oversized t-shirt slung off of her shoulder and her shorts riding up her legs. She smelled like vanilla. She got under the covers. We were facing the same way, her in front of me.

"Whoever wakes up first has to wake the other up! I don’t want to miss breakfast!"

"Fine! Don’t expect it to be me." After that, we drifted to bed.

Y/N POV:

I woke up with my hair in my eyes. Something felt odd — not because Chris was in bed, but because his arms were wrapped around my waist while his head was nuzzled into my shoulder. His skin was soft. Marylou walked past the door. I prayed she didn’t see. I knew she would tell my mom and they would make a big deal out of this. Secretly, I kinda hoped they did.

I didn’t want to leave the warmth of his arms, so I stayed still and didn’t wake him up. I waited for him to wake up and remove his arms himself. 30 minutes passed, and I felt his eyelashes flutter. It was 7:30, and he slowly moved his arms to make it look like his arms were crossed. I knew that wasn’t the case. He pretended to wake up loudly and tapped me on my shoulder.

"Hey Y/N, we should get up."

I pretended to wake up. I groaned into my pillow.

"Fine. I’ll get up."

I got out of the covers while Chris stayed snuggled in the blanket. I took a quick body shower, changed into jean shorts with a pink tank top. I curled my eyelashes and put on some tinted lip gloss. I walked out of my bathroom to see Chris still sprawled out on my bed. I took my pillow and hit him with it.

"Get up! We are going to be late."

"It’s fine, I’ll drive us there," he mumbled into my pillow.

"Still, get up! I’m hungry, and I want blueberry pancakes."

"Fineeee." He slowly planted his feet on the floor and got out of my bed. He fixed my pillows and walked into my bathroom. I sat on my chair next to my dresser catching up on social media. I stared at my wallpaper. It was a photo of me, my best friend from back home, and Chris.

It was a photo from a day they both surprised me. I was feeling down about something I can’t even remember anymore. Chris showed up to my door with my best friend. He stayed over for the night. We went to a party the next day. They were playing my favorite song. A girl walked by, clearly drunk, and took a photo for us. I was in the middle with Chris and my best friend hugging me. Chris’s head was leaning towards my shoulder and me mid-laugh. That’s when she took the photo. It’s my favorite photo. It captures a fun moment where I was truly happy, with my favorite people.

Chris left the bathroom a few minutes later. He was wearing a light blue shirt from a local surf shop with grey sweatshorts.

"Ready to go?" he asked as he flipped his keys.

"Yep!!"

We walked downstairs while talking about something random. We walked into the kitchen and realized — no one was there.

"Oh shit. CHRIS!!"

"WHAT!?!"

"You took too long, we are late! Check your phone to see if your mom sent a message."

"I’m not even going to argue with you!" He looked down at his phone and opened the messages with his mom.

GROUP CHAT:

summer house☀️⛱️🕶️

"Hey sleepyheads!! Me, Y/MN, and the rest of the boys are in town waiting for a table at the breakfast diner. Hurry up and drive down here!"

He showed me the message, and we quickly put our shoes on and ran out the door.

Chris was driving down the local road with the roof down, listening to our music.

"So what are your plans for the rest of the day?" He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes.

"Nothing. I was thinking of going to the beach later. Want to join?"

"Yeah! But I was thinking after we eat breakfast, we could hit up the town, check out the little shops while the boys are working."

"Sure!"

We arrived at the breakfast diner. We had been coming here since we were kids. It was a tradition to eat here on the first morning. I always ordered the same thing: blueberry pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. Me and Chris ran into the restaurant, hands interlocked as usual.

"Sorry we’re late!"

Our moms looked at each other — I knew exactly why. I blushed hard. Chris whispered to me,

"Why are you blushing?"

I couldn’t tell him that I knew his mom saw us cuddling up in bed together. Our moms giggled and brushed it off. We sat down at our circle booth. It reminded me of a 60’s-style diner. It hasn’t changed since the first time I came here.

Me and Chris finished our breakfast before everyone else. We caught up with everyone as a group. As the conversation died down, Chris asked if he could take me around the local town to shop. This wasn’t too out of the ordinary — we used to do this with all the boys after the first breakfast.

As we left the restaurant, the moms gave each other another look. I wasn’t getting sick of that look. It gave me hope that maybe things could be different between us this summer.

Me and Chris walked out of the restaurant, stomachs full, smiles on our faces, and sun on our skin.

"I’m so fulllll," he threw his head back as we walked down the road.

"Yeah... but I could go for ice cream."

"Now that you mention it, I’m not that full! Let’s go."

We quickened our pace as we approached the ice cream shop. The air conditioning cooled our bodies once we walked through the door. When Chris looked up to see the wall of flavors behind the register, I felt him let go of my hand. It felt unnatural — like he did it on purpose, like he didn’t want to be seen holding my hand.

That’s when I saw her. A beautiful blonde girl with perfect teeth and pin-straight long hair.

Chris POV:

When I looked up to see the flavors, that’s when I saw her. Mia.

Mia and I were in a situationship last summer. She met me at a bonfire. I was with my brothers and Josh when she came up to me. She was drinking a beer in one hand and had a vape in the other. Her hair was straight and messy. She screamed in my face. I could smell the beer on her breath. She could tell I wasn’t interested — I truly wasn’t. I made some small talk and left a minute later.

A week later, Matt was telling me about this girl he was talking to. She had a friend, and Matt wanted me to go. I really didn’t. I liked Y/N, but I couldn’t tell Matt. She was like our family. I just didn’t want it to get messy. If I said no, he would’ve known I liked someone else. So I went on the date with her.

I hate to say it, but I enjoyed it a bit more than I wanted to. I didn’t necessarily enjoy it, but it wasn’t horrible. So I went on a few more double dates with them. I never went one-on-one. After a few weeks, she got my number and would text me. I didn’t want to answer, but she would tell Matt, and Matt would’ve gotten suspicious. So I just texted her back — very dry.

When summer came to an end, I blocked her. I knew she was pissed, and I knew it was an asshole move on my end, but I really didn’t want to be involved with anyone besides Y/N. Mia was the last person I wanted to see. Especially with Y/N here. I didn’t want Y/N to know we had a thing, and I didn’t want Mia to know I was alive.

"Hello, welcome to Je—Oh my god. Chris?"

"Oh, hey."

"Hey! Came back to see me?" I rolled my eyes.

"Heh, nah, actually I just came for ice cream. I didn’t know you worked here."

"Yeah! I just got a job here for the summer! I’ve missed you!"

"Yeah... um, I think we’re gonna go—"

"So who is she? Is she the one you ghosted me for?"

"Okay seriously, I’m sick of this. I’m gonna go." I stormed out of that ice cream shop, grabbing Y/N’s hand.

Y/N POV:

I saw Chris’s face drop. The girl was obviously flirting with him. He was clearly uninterested. I spaced out the whole time they were talking. All I remember was his face — he had a stern face that didn’t change.

I got tugged out of the store with Chris’s fingers interlocked in mine. He sped down the sidewalk. It was silent.

"What was that about?" I asked softly. My feelings were a little hurt. I didn’t know why — we weren’t dating.

"Nothing, just some girl from last year."

"You still got something going on?"

"No. God, no."

"I didn’t know about this!! Tell me more!" I pretended to be interested — it was the polar opposite. I was jealous. This girl was nothing like me, and it made me feel like I could never fulfill my dreams with Chris.

We were walking a bit slower now. He was telling me the story, but I couldn’t tell if it was true. I hoped it was. He said Matt and that girl’s friend wanted to set them up, they went on a few dates, and he ghosted her because he didn’t like her.

While I was relieved that they weren’t together, it also made me a bit scared — that if I confessed to him, he would ghost me. I knew it was smarter to hide my feelings than confess them.

We walked into this souvenir shop that me and Chris loved as kids. We always bought useless stuff from these stores. One night when we were six, Chris scraped up money and bought me a monkey stuffed animal. It sits on my bed at both the beach house and my house back home.

I walked past the stuffed animal counter. I gasped.

"Oh my gosh!! Chris! It’s the same monkey you bought me when we were younger!!"

"Oh my gosh! I remember him! You named him Chrissy after me!"

"Aww yeah! Look — there’s a blue one!"

"If only that was here nine years ago, I would've gotten it for you. It suits you better."

"Well, what about this?" I picked up the blue monkey and ran to the checkout register. I bought the stuffed animal toy and held it up to Chris’s face.

"Here you go! Your own matching monkey. My monkey and your monkey can be twins!"

"I’m going to name her Y/N after my favorite girl." I blushed. Hard.

We walked home, hands interlocked, with my bag in his other hand.

a/n: this took a bit to long to writeeeeee. Dont worry it is going to get better next chapter i promiseeeeeee.

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Chapter Two: Summer House Love

read part 1!

A/N: (We’re getting into the actual present-day summer! AHH! Quick notes: YM/N stands for Your Mom’s Name. I didn’t feel like making up a mom name, but I did give a brother name. Y/nn stands for Your Nickname.) comment to be in tag list!!

here is the quote color key:

Y/N

CHRIS

Y/MN

JOSH

MATT

NICK

MARYLOU

⸻

We pulled into the driveway. I was practically jumping out of my seat. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling—the way the birds chirped like they were singing a song, the cool breeze against my skin while the air stayed warm, the sun kissing me, soaking into my skin and turning me even darker than I already was.

I walked up the driveway to the porch. The familiar creak welcomed me home. I stepped inside and kicked off my sandals so I could feel the wooden boards of our beloved beach house in Massachusetts beneath my bare feet. My heart filled with a sense of peace only this place could bring.

Every window was wide open, letting the salty breeze kiss my cheeks. I placed my bags down and immediately screamed into what felt like an empty house.

“GUESS WHO’S HOMEEE!!!”

“Oh my gosh!!! Y/N!!!”

The wavy-haired boy pulled me into a tight hug. Chris’s hugs felt more like home than the beach house ever could. He made it feel like home—oh, and his brothers too. Of course. He lifted me off the ground slightly, but immediately set me down when he saw my mom walk through the door.

“Oh my gosh! Aunt YM/N!”

My mom’s eyes lit up at the sight of her favorite triplet.

“Chris! There’s my favorite boy!”

“Wow, Mom. I’m standing right here,” your brother Joshua joked. We all knew he was actually a little pissed.

“Oh stop, you know what I mean. Where is everyone else?”

“Matt and Nick went grocery shopping for my mom, and—” Chris was cut off by the sound of slippers plopping down the stairs.

“I hear my favorite people! Ahh! YM/N, Y/N, and Joshua!” Marylou shrieked and immediately ran to hug my mom. They started laughing, the kind of laugh you could hear for miles.

Joshua and Chris dapped each other up and hugged. Chris made his way back to me as Joshua went to put his things away.

“You look different—in a good way! Like, the braces are gone. You look… really nice.”

“Thanks, Chris. I would say the same but—” I made a fake concerned face to mess with him.

“Oh wow… I see how it is. Come to our room. I want to show you what I changed!”

We ran up the stairs. He grabbed my hand and giggled as I tripped on the steps.

⸻

“So, how long do we think until these two make a move on each other?”

The moms always knew we had a thing. I’d tell my mom that Chris looked cute, and I guess he did the same with his.

“Marylou, I think this will be the summer. I have a gut feeling.”

“Well, let’s see!”

⸻

I sat on Chris’s new bean bag in the boys’ room. It had two sets of bunk beds but was more of a hangout spot now. Nick and Matt had moved into a shared room with a king bed and a pull-out. The house came with two master bedrooms and four kids’ rooms.

Originally, it was my room, the boys’ room, and two guest rooms. Last year, we switched it up—my room, the original boys’ room, the triplets’ room, and Joshua’s room.

Matt and Joshua were close and usually shared. I was closest to Chris. Nick had his friend Madi over a lot, and I’d hang with them sometimes, but nothing compared to my friendship with Chris.

The triplets hated sharing a bed—it always ended in a fight over the pull-out, kicking, and stupid arguments. Chris usually ended up in my room. He’d barge in without knocking, but I got used to it.

As Chris filled me in on everything I missed, the door swung open. It was Nick, Matt, and Joshua.

“HEY HEYYYYY!”

Nick wrapped me in a big hug, Matt followed. Nick held up a case of Dr Pepper—my favorite.

Chris and I sat on the bean bags while Matt and Josh sat on the bottom bunk. Nick sprawled out on the top bunk, ranting about how happy he was to be here.

⸻

A few hours passed. Matt and Josh left to get food at the local shops, leaving just me, Nick, and Chris.

“I wanna swim already! Let’s go!”

“I’m out. Just washed my hair,” Nick replied sassily without looking up from his phone.

“Oh come onnn! You can wash it again! Chris?”

“Oh, you already know. Race you there!”

He sprinted to grab his swim trunks and ran outside.

“WHAT?! That’s not fair—my room’s farther and my suit is way harder to put on!!”

I slid down the hall to my room, grabbed a random pink bathing suit, and threw it on.

“Can’t hear youuu.”

I ran to the backyard, already knowing I lost. Chris was in the pool, hair wet. I cannonballed in, feeling instantly refreshed.

We swam laps while Chris chased me. Laughter echoed through the warm air as we splashed around, the sun casting rippling patterns on the water and our skin. We dared each other, did underwater tricks, and in those moments, the world faded away.

Feels by Pharrell Williams blasted through the JBL speaker. It was the perfect song.

Two hours passed. The sun was beginning to set when the rest of the boys came out.

“You’re still out here?”

“Yeah?”

“We were going to sit in the hot tub before the bon—” Josh elbowed Matt.

“Yo shut up. I don’t want Y/N coming, she’s just going to bother us,” Josh whispered.

“We were just going to sit in the hot tub. Wanna join?”

I looked at Chris. I’d only go if he did.

“Wanna go?”

“Sure. I’m getting cold.”

I dipped my toe in first, testing the temperature—until two arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me in. Big splash.

“Chris!!” I laughed, pretending to be mad.

“Dude, what the hell. I wasn’t getting my hair wet.”

We chatted for a few minutes until Josh stood up.

“Alright, I think we should get going.”

“Where are you guys going?” Chris asked.

I sat quietly. I was still treated like a baby. I knew I wasn’t invited.

“You guys can talk around me, you know. I don’t care if you go without me.”

“No! You have to come! Bonfire tonight, right? First night tradition?”

“Yeah… that’s what we were going to do.”

“I’m gonna get ready. Meet me at the car at 7,” Matt said, walking off with Josh.

Nick had gone inside earlier to get ready. That left me and Chris. Again—just us. Just how I liked it.

“I’m sorry, Y/nn.”

“’Bout what?”

I played dumb. I didn’t want him to know I was upset.

“That they never invite you. I always tell them to include you—even when we were kids.”

“Really?” I looked at him with a glimmer in my eye.

“Yeah. You’re coming tonight whether you like it or not.”

“Okay, fine.”

“You have to wear a pretty dress.”

“Chris, no!”

“Yes.”

“How would I even go? They don’t want me there.”

“I’ll get you there. Don’t worry.”

He gave me that look—the look that made me fall for him. The tilted head, the strand of hair falling into his eyes.

“Alright. Let’s go get ready for dinner.” He held my hand and helped me out of the hot tub.

⸻

Thirty minutes later, we gathered at the dinner table. It was mostly small talk. Marylou and YM/N shared their summer plans.

“Oh yeah, we didn’t formally tell you guys—Josh and I got jobs at the country club,”.

“What? You guys are working this summer?”

“Yeah, I need money. College is draining me.”

“That’s so boring.”

“You know what that means—more time for the dynamic duo!” Chris cheered, making me smile. I was really looking forward to more time with him.

⸻

At 7:00 PM, the boys waited at the car. I put on a light blue dress—thin straps, mid-thigh, pretty tight. Chris and I had a plan. After the boys left, we took one of the moms’ cars and drove to the opposite side of the beach.

We told the moms we were grabbing surfboards before the shop closed. it was a good lie. We laughed in the car, music blasting from our shared playlist.

⸻

The flames crackled softly, casting a glow across our faces as the night wrapped around us. I sat close to Chris, our knees nearly touching.

The ocean whispered in the distance. The only sound was the pop of burning wood until Chris leaned back and said, “This is the kind of night we’ll remember forever.”

I smiled. He was right.

Until we ran into Nick, Matt, and Josh.

Fuck.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you drinking? How did you get here?”

“Would you stop? I’m not a baby!”

“Josh, I love you, but chill. She came with me, and we weren’t drinking.”

“Yeah, you better not have been drinking. Or kissing any guys.”

“Oh trust me, I’d be taking care of that…”

“Ew. Stop. Just—ugh. Just go.”

“Yeah, we were just going to.”

Chris grabbed my hand and led me to the car.

“God, they’re so rude. I’m sorry, Y/nn.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it,” I said with a soft chuckle.

“No, Y/N. It’s not. Isn’t that annoying?” He looked at me seriously. “You’re not a baby anymore. I got you. This summer, I promise—I got you. Especially with Josh working.”

“Thank you. I lo— I uh, really appreciate it.”

“I got you, babe.”

Chris always called me babe. Never in a romantic way—but this time, it felt different.

I leaned my head on his shoulder as he pulled me in tighter. I was looking forward to this summer.

Looking forward to sparks with Chris.

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I want to remind all my young and impressionable girlies (age doesn’t matter really), that sex is a big commitment.

Sex: isn’t always fun like writers describe it too be

Sex: contain bad consequences. Like STD’s, unplanned childbirths, abuse.

Boyfriends: aren’t always meant to be trusted, even if you “love him”

Boyfriends: ARE STILL BOYS. They can say whatever they want to push you in the direction to do things for them.

Reading about sex and having sex are two different things. Although I don’t care for the term virginity (social construct to make men look superior and women inferior) you must always, always, always put your self first!

I personally believe teenagers (yes, that includes 18-19) shouldn’t have sex. I’m well aware it ‘takes two to tango’ but it’s usually the women who end up with all the problems.

KEEP YOURSELF SAFE. This is something you should be very selfish about

Edit: and for anyone wondering, no I’m not saying that sex is always bad, I’m saying you need to make the judgement call on whether or not you’re having sex for yourself, or for the other person involved.

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Chapter Two: Summer House Love

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A/N: (We’re getting into the actual present-day summer! AHH! Quick notes: YM/N stands for Your Mom’s Name. I didn’t feel like making up a mom name, but I did give a brother name. Y/nn stands for Your Nickname.) comment to be in tag list!!

here is the quote color key:

Y/N

CHRIS

Y/MN

JOSH

MATT

NICK

MARYLOU

⸻

We pulled into the driveway. I was practically jumping out of my seat. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling—the way the birds chirped like they were singing a song, the cool breeze against my skin while the air stayed warm, the sun kissing me, soaking into my skin and turning me even darker than I already was.

I walked up the driveway to the porch. The familiar creak welcomed me home. I stepped inside and kicked off my sandals so I could feel the wooden boards of our beloved beach house in Massachusetts beneath my bare feet. My heart filled with a sense of peace only this place could bring.

Every window was wide open, letting the salty breeze kiss my cheeks. I placed my bags down and immediately screamed into what felt like an empty house.

“GUESS WHO’S HOMEEE!!!”

“Oh my gosh!!! Y/N!!!”

The wavy-haired boy pulled me into a tight hug. Chris’s hugs felt more like home than the beach house ever could. He made it feel like home—oh, and his brothers too. Of course. He lifted me off the ground slightly, but immediately set me down when he saw my mom walk through the door.

“Oh my gosh! Aunt YM/N!”

My mom’s eyes lit up at the sight of her favorite triplet.

“Chris! There’s my favorite boy!”

“Wow, Mom. I’m standing right here,” your brother Joshua joked. We all knew he was actually a little pissed.

“Oh stop, you know what I mean. Where is everyone else?”

“Matt and Nick went grocery shopping for my mom, and—” Chris was cut off by the sound of slippers plopping down the stairs.

“I hear my favorite people! Ahh! YM/N, Y/N, and Joshua!” Marylou shrieked and immediately ran to hug my mom. They started laughing, the kind of laugh you could hear for miles.

Joshua and Chris dapped each other up and hugged. Chris made his way back to me as Joshua went to put his things away.

“You look different—in a good way! Like, the braces are gone. You look… really nice.”

“Thanks, Chris. I would say the same but—” I made a fake concerned face to mess with him.

“Oh wow… I see how it is. Come to our room. I want to show you what I changed!”

We ran up the stairs. He grabbed my hand and giggled as I tripped on the steps.

⸻

“So, how long do we think until these two make a move on each other?”

The moms always knew we had a thing. I’d tell my mom that Chris looked cute, and I guess he did the same with his.

“Marylou, I think this will be the summer. I have a gut feeling.”

“Well, let’s see!”

⸻

I sat on Chris’s new bean bag in the boys’ room. It had two sets of bunk beds but was more of a hangout spot now. Nick and Matt had moved into a shared room with a king bed and a pull-out. The house came with two master bedrooms and four kids’ rooms.

Originally, it was my room, the boys’ room, and two guest rooms. Last year, we switched it up—my room, the original boys’ room, the triplets’ room, and Joshua’s room.

Matt and Joshua were close and usually shared. I was closest to Chris. Nick had his friend Madi over a lot, and I’d hang with them sometimes, but nothing compared to my friendship with Chris.

The triplets hated sharing a bed—it always ended in a fight over the pull-out, kicking, and stupid arguments. Chris usually ended up in my room. He’d barge in without knocking, but I got used to it.

As Chris filled me in on everything I missed, the door swung open. It was Nick, Matt, and Joshua.

“HEY HEYYYYY!”

Nick wrapped me in a big hug, Matt followed. Nick held up a case of Dr Pepper—my favorite.

Chris and I sat on the bean bags while Matt and Josh sat on the bottom bunk. Nick sprawled out on the top bunk, ranting about how happy he was to be here.

⸻

A few hours passed. Matt and Josh left to get food at the local shops, leaving just me, Nick, and Chris.

“I wanna swim already! Let’s go!”

“I’m out. Just washed my hair,” Nick replied sassily without looking up from his phone.

“Oh come onnn! You can wash it again! Chris?”

“Oh, you already know. Race you there!”

He sprinted to grab his swim trunks and ran outside.

“WHAT?! That’s not fair—my room’s farther and my suit is way harder to put on!!”

I slid down the hall to my room, grabbed a random pink bathing suit, and threw it on.

“Can’t hear youuu.”

I ran to the backyard, already knowing I lost. Chris was in the pool, hair wet. I cannonballed in, feeling instantly refreshed.

We swam laps while Chris chased me. Laughter echoed through the warm air as we splashed around, the sun casting rippling patterns on the water and our skin. We dared each other, did underwater tricks, and in those moments, the world faded away.

Feels by Pharrell Williams blasted through the JBL speaker. It was the perfect song.

Two hours passed. The sun was beginning to set when the rest of the boys came out.

“You’re still out here?”

“Yeah?”

“We were going to sit in the hot tub before the bon—” Josh elbowed Matt.

“Yo shut up. I don’t want Y/N coming, she’s just going to bother us,” Josh whispered.

“We were just going to sit in the hot tub. Wanna join?”

I looked at Chris. I’d only go if he did.

“Wanna go?”

“Sure. I’m getting cold.”

I dipped my toe in first, testing the temperature—until two arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me in. Big splash.

“Chris!!” I laughed, pretending to be mad.

“Dude, what the hell. I wasn’t getting my hair wet.”

We chatted for a few minutes until Josh stood up.

“Alright, I think we should get going.”

“Where are you guys going?” Chris asked.

I sat quietly. I was still treated like a baby. I knew I wasn’t invited.

“You guys can talk around me, you know. I don’t care if you go without me.”

“No! You have to come! Bonfire tonight, right? First night tradition?”

“Yeah… that’s what we were going to do.”

“I’m gonna get ready. Meet me at the car at 7,” Matt said, walking off with Josh.

Nick had gone inside earlier to get ready. That left me and Chris. Again—just us. Just how I liked it.

“I’m sorry, Y/nn.”

“’Bout what?”

I played dumb. I didn’t want him to know I was upset.

“That they never invite you. I always tell them to include you—even when we were kids.”

“Really?” I looked at him with a glimmer in my eye.

“Yeah. You’re coming tonight whether you like it or not.”

“Okay, fine.”

“You have to wear a pretty dress.”

“Chris, no!”

“Yes.”

“How would I even go? They don’t want me there.”

“I’ll get you there. Don’t worry.”

He gave me that look—the look that made me fall for him. The tilted head, the strand of hair falling into his eyes.

“Alright. Let’s go get ready for dinner.” He held my hand and helped me out of the hot tub.

⸻

Thirty minutes later, we gathered at the dinner table. It was mostly small talk. Marylou and YM/N shared their summer plans.

“Oh yeah, we didn’t formally tell you guys—Josh and I got jobs at the country club,”.

“What? You guys are working this summer?”

“Yeah, I need money. College is draining me.”

“That’s so boring.”

“You know what that means—more time for the dynamic duo!” Chris cheered, making me smile. I was really looking forward to more time with him.

⸻

At 7:00 PM, the boys waited at the car. I put on a light blue dress—thin straps, mid-thigh, pretty tight. Chris and I had a plan. After the boys left, we took one of the moms’ cars and drove to the opposite side of the beach.

We told the moms we were grabbing surfboards before the shop closed. it was a good lie. We laughed in the car, music blasting from our shared playlist.

⸻

The flames crackled softly, casting a glow across our faces as the night wrapped around us. I sat close to Chris, our knees nearly touching.

The ocean whispered in the distance. The only sound was the pop of burning wood until Chris leaned back and said, “This is the kind of night we’ll remember forever.”

I smiled. He was right.

Until we ran into Nick, Matt, and Josh.

Fuck.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you drinking? How did you get here?”

“Would you stop? I’m not a baby!”

“Josh, I love you, but chill. She came with me, and we weren’t drinking.”

“Yeah, you better not have been drinking. Or kissing any guys.”

“Oh trust me, I’d be taking care of that…”

“Ew. Stop. Just—ugh. Just go.”

“Yeah, we were just going to.”

Chris grabbed my hand and led me to the car.

“God, they’re so rude. I’m sorry, Y/nn.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it,” I said with a soft chuckle.

“No, Y/N. It’s not. Isn’t that annoying?” He looked at me seriously. “You’re not a baby anymore. I got you. This summer, I promise—I got you. Especially with Josh working.”

“Thank you. I lo— I uh, really appreciate it.”

“I got you, babe.”

Chris always called me babe. Never in a romantic way—but this time, it felt different.

I leaned my head on his shoulder as he pulled me in tighter. I was looking forward to this summer.

Looking forward to sparks with Chris.

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chapter one summer house love- Background

pairing: y/n x chris sturniolo.

Once Memorial Day hit, school was officially out. I packed the car with all my belongings. Every summer, I ended up right back here—in my small summer house in a tiny town just a short drive from Boston. Windows down, my playlist made specifically for this drive. Every year. Fourteen years. The same route. And the feeling never changes—not since the first time that three-year-old girl got in the car. The feeling doesn’t feel any different meeting the boys at the house either—except for the first time. That first time was a bit awkward, only because it was our first meeting. But after two hours, it felt like we had known each other for years. Little did we know we’d cherish each other for the rest of our lives.

We stopped at Target to stock up on snacks. I picked up family-sized chips and sour candy. I also grabbed light blue towels, toilet paper, salad-making essentials, pasta, and pasta sauce—specifically requested by my mother.

My mom and Marylou have been friends for more years than I can count. They met freshman year of high school and became college roommates. They made a silly pact in their sophomore year to one day get a beach house together. Surprisingly, they made it happen. Marylou never gave up on her dreams. She would do everything in her power to make what she said come true. She’d move the moon if she could. And my mom was always right by her side, cheering her on.

Marylou has four kids—including triplet boys. Yes, you read that right—triplets! Marylou had her first son before my mom had my brother. Her oldest son, Justin, is 24. My brother is 19 and goes to Brown University. I’ve accepted that I’ll never live up to his standards—academically or athletically. He’s always been the smarter, more athletic one. But I had the social card—I was the outgoing one in the family.

Justin doesn’t really come to the summer house anymore. He’s always off working, usually traveling or being social—it’s just what his job requires. Occasionally, he drops by if he has a free weekend. Those were always fun times. He taught me how to play poker—like a genius. Now, I can smoke anyone in poker. But I was never too close with him. I was always closer with the triplets. Especially Chris.

My mom always knew I had a tiny crush on Chris. It started as a little kid crush—the kind where a boy throws you the ball and suddenly you’re telling everyone you’re going to marry him. But the thing was, he always included me when the others didn’t. We would hang out and swim together, just the two of us. We had a special bond.

Having a summer house worked perfectly for our families. Marylou and her husband, Jimmy, both worked in education and had summers off. My mom owned a business. She worked a lot, but in the summer she’d take a break. Occasionally, she’d do a bit of work from the summer house, but she made sure to enjoy the time. My dad co-owned the business with her, and neither of them needed to be in an office—they worked remotely. The kids were out of school. Everything aligned.

Every summer, on the first night, my mom tells all the kids the story of the triplets’ birth. It’s a tradition. To sum it up: it was a sunny day in July—July 30, to be exact. My mom was in the hospital with Marylou, trying to cheer her up. To be fair, she was about to push three babies out of her body—I’d want all the support I could get too. My mom brought all of Marylou’s favorite things. On the morning of August 1, Marylou gave birth to Nick, Matt, and Chris, in that order. My mom cried more than Marylou—and Marylou’s a crier. She insisted on taking a photo with Marylou and Jimmy, each holding a baby. My mom even got to name one of them—Chris.

She’s always had a soft spot for him. I noticed it when she’d play with his hair or smile a little wider when he was around. She loved all the boys, but she had a separate bond with Chris. I think part of the reason my mom had a soft spot for Chris was because him and Marylou are so similar! They have the same smile and the same laugh. He was close with her too. When my mom had surgery, he drove two hours to bring her a gift basket. It said it was from "the boys," but when Chris and I were talking in my room, he admitted the whole thing had been his idea.

At checkout, I scanned my snacks and supplies for our three-month stay. I had no patience to wait for my mom and brother. I grabbed my receipt and glanced at myself in the security camera. I pulled out my lip gloss and lip liner from my small purse and touched up my lips. I adjusted my top, flipped my hair, and was definitely feeling myself.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey..."

"Hi?"

"You’re really hot—can I get your Snap?"

"Um... I guess."

I knew damn well I was going to un-add this guy the second he got my Snap. He grabbed my phone, typed in my username, and tried making small talk.

"So, you from here, hottie?"

"Ew. Don’t call me that. Thanks."

"Oh—sorry. Well, are you from around here?"

"No."

"Well… where are you from?"

"An hour away." I made it obvious I wasn’t interested. Some people just don’t take a hint. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom and brother looking around for me.

"I’m going to go."

"Snap me back, cutie!"

"Yeah, no thanks." I rolled my eyes, hoping he saw. The moment I turned the corner, I blocked him. I didn’t even want him knowing my name.

I met up with my mom and brother and headed out of the store. Time to get back on the road. In 10 minutes I will be at the place that revives me.

a/n: ahhh this is so ass im sorry this is just background info and shi like that. Get ready for tmrw imma write a stormmmmmm. Also plzzzz lmk if you wanna be in a taglist!!! Get ready hoes.

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INTRODUCING...The Summer House Love

introducing... BEACH HOUSE LOVE

paring y/n and chris struniolo

CHAPTERS: #1 #2

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Y/N

16. July 31 birthday. quality time/ words of affirmation love language. musky woody scent. favorite color is light blue. naturally bronzed skin, in the summer sheturns dark. 1 older brother. swims to avoid her problems. loves surfing. runs to the beach every chance she gets. brunette wavy hair she only lets Boston summers see. Loves her sweats. Once a party is even considered she is picking out her scandals outfit. first summer with her drivers licsence watches the sunset as a priority. does her own nails every 2 weeks. comfy. gym princsess extroverted. confident. but under the covers, she is a softie and only one person knows that side of her.

Chris

17. August 1 birthday. physical touch love language. sea salt scent. favorite color orange. pale skin that burns once its exposed to any UV ray. family and friend oriented. Triplet. frat boy. observer. always cracks jakes even if the timing isnt always appropriate. talkitve to the point he will go up to random person and start a convo. party animal. social butterfly, but he likes his alone time, or alone with one person, one girl-time. shirtless whenever he can. messy hair. screams loud as a air-horn. silly. hickeys always on his neck, but this summer I cant spot many.

Once Memorial day struck, I packed the car with all my belongings. Every summer I would end up right back here. in my small summer house in a small town a short drive out of Boston. Windows down, my playlist special for this drive. every year. 15 years. the same route. and the feeling never changes since the first time that 3 year old girl got in the car. The feeling doesnt feel different meeting the boys at the house either. except the first time. The first time was a bit awkward. only because it was our first meeting. after 2 hours it felt like we known eachother for years. Little did we know we would cherish eachother for the rest of our lives.

a/n i hope you guys enjoyyyyyyyyyy!!

[reenluvschris]

hello guysss!

im writing a fic reader x chris sturniolo with reader at her vacation home, and i need advice. Do we want reader to have known the triplets since birth or she meets them at her vacation house this year??

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her writing makes me WEAKKKK

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 🌷

FAKE DATING: The love that lays between us 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

KISS ME LIKE A SECRET: 001 002 003 004 005 006 007 008 009 010 011 012

DORM-ROOM DEVIL: 001 002 003 004

005

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best fic ever.

DORM- ROOM DEVIL.

Introducing… Y/N & CHRIS STURNIOLO

She’s that girl. A soft-spoken storm with bedroom eyes and a brain like a weapon. Calm, composed, always put together, cardigans, gloss, and headphones during the day. In class, she’s quiet, observant, smart without even trying. Doesn’t speak unless it matters. Shy smile, dark hair, always smells like vanilla and clean linen. But at night? She’s a different breed. Backless dresses. Bold liner. Heels that click like a warning. She walks into frat parties like she owns them, confident, untouchable, dangerous. A devil in designer. Seductive without saying a word. She’s the type to sip tequila with lipgloss still perfect, dance like she’s casting spells, and leave boys obsessed after one look. She’s a mix of soft and savage. Lana Del Rey & Kali Uchis energy with a The Weeknd & A$AP ROCKY soundtrack. A walking contradiction: angelic face, sinful vibe. Good girl grades, bad girl aura. A heartbreaker disguised as the quiet girl next door.

Christopher Sturniolo, youngest of the triplets, and everyone knows it. Not because he brags, but because he walks like the world owes him something and smirks like he already got it. He’s that classic frat-boy fantasy turned heartbreak, lacrosse gear slung over one shoulder, and a bottle of Casamigos in the other .Looks like trouble, kisses like sin, leaves like a storm. Can hook up with three girls in a weekend and still have them all texting “you up?” Wears gray sweatpants like a weapon and backward hats like armor. Addicted to parties, blunt smoke, and playlists no one else has. Has a hundred unread texts and still won’t turn off notifications. Avoids his feelings harder than he dodges DMs, but when he’s drunk and high, he might whisper something into the curve of your neck. Fights with his brothers constantly but would swing without question if anyone touched them. Has a thing for girls who act unbothered and dress like heartbreak. Chris isn’t just the frat guy. He’s the one people warn you about. And the one you still let in at 2 a.m.

Roommate Rule #1: Don’t hook up with each other.

They broke it..

Y/N moved in with a box of worn-out paperbacks, mascara, and a warning from her best friend: “Whatever you do, don’t fall for a Sturniolo. Especially not that one”.

Chris opened the door shirtless and half-awake, a Red Bull in one hand, and someone else’s bra hanging off the doorknob behind him like a trophy.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Y/N muttered.

He grinned. That cocky, lopsided smirk that made girls fall and Y/N want to swing.

“You’re the new roomie?” he said. “Guess hell really did freeze over.”

She rolled her eyes and walked past him without a word, like she didn’t already hate him on principle.

From the start, it was war.

Y/N was tequila and lip gloss, fast comebacks, louder music, 4.0 GPA and always the last one to leave the party.

Chris was smoke and tequila stained jeans and a devil’s grin, racking up attention like it was a game he always won.

They couldn’t stand each other.

Competed over everything.

Who had more people’s eyes on them.

Who could make the other crack first.

Still, he’d stumble in at 3 a.m., reeking of weed and adrenaline, throwing smug comments her way like grenades.

And she gave it right back.

But one night, things shifted, too much tequila, too many shared glances, a song playing low in the background while neither of them looked away.

“Stop staring,” she snapped.

“I’m not,” Chris murmured, stepping closer. “I’m calculating.”

“Calculating what?”

“How many more seconds until you kiss me or slap me.”

The rule didn’t just break.

It disintegrated.

And so did the line between love and hate.

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Just btw i have never stopped thinking about this series

smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo

summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you can’t stand each other.

{enemies to lovers, fake dating}

includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst, lots of bickering, slow burn

INDEX

chapter one

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chapter two

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chapter three

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chapter four

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chapter five

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chapter six part one

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chapter six part two

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chapter seven

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chapter eight

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chapter nine

[reenluvschris]

talking about issues in the fandom.

what even is the fandom atp?

the sturniolos made their youtube to help people be happy. they wanted a safe and happy community for their fans to connect and watch their videos in.

stalking the triplets and bullying people out of the fandom isn’t that.

one of the most well known and sweet fans of the sturniolos-gabbie- left the fandom because of harassment by other fans. (gabbiexsturniolos is her tiktok if you wanna see the post she made about quitting.)

she was just one of many people who have left the fandom because they didn’t feel included anymore. the fandom should be a a nice environment for people to enjoy the triplets videos in, not a war zone.

as well as this, stalking the triplets is weird and completely dangerous. leaking where they live and sending them doordash is completely inappropriate and weird. (if you don’t know what happened, someone camped out in their car in front of the triplets house and recorded them, and also sent them stuff by dordash.)

i shouldn’t have to say that’s weird and makes the triplets uncomfortable, because that should be common sense. people have found a way to twist the fandom from a happy place to be to a miserable job to attend.

moral of the story: just be nice and don’t be weird💔

sorry for ranting💔