#chrissturnioloxreader

[freshlove-sturn]

texts w bsf!chris

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contains: suggestive, mutual pining, fem reader

“you decent?” chris asks through a series of knocks.

“yep.“ i call out. chris opens the door and shuts it behind him, walking over to the door of his bed and sitting down.

“so, what do you need help with?” he asks, glancing at the clothes i have scattered about his floor and bed.

“okay so i know for sure i want to wear these pants, but i don’t know which shirt to wear. but also i brought this dress and it’s super cute.” i hold up the options to chris.

he studies them for a second, then speaks. “the shirt on the left is sick, but i also really like the dress. ultimately up to you though.” he remarks, giving all the options a second glance.

“chris you know i hate making decisions.” i groan.

“you’ll look good in either one, i promise. no need to stress about it too much.” he reassures me.

“how fancy is this restaurant? are these even at par?” i question, feeling incredibly unsure. the last thing i wanted to do was show up and stick out like a sore thumb.

“what you have is perfect. don’t worry about it.” he assures me confidently.

i look at the two options that have been narrowed down and glance back over your chris, he immediately shakes his head, knowing exactly was i was about to say.

“i’m not going to tell you what to wear, kid. wear whatever you want” he leans lays down on the bed, putting his arms behind his head.

“can i try them on for you?” i suggest.

“sure.” chris shrugs. he gets up to leave the room and i stop him.

“you don’t have to leave, just turn around and close your eyes.” i tell him.

chris nods before asking me if i was sure. i ensure him that it’s okay, and he faces the wall.

i take off my shirt, careful to not mess up my hair and makeup, and slip the contending shirt on over my head.

“alright, i’m ready” i tell him and he turns around.

he takes in every ounce of my figure, looking me up and down a few times before speaking, i give him a slight spin and he chuckles.

“that’s a good one, i like it.” he says with a grin.

“okay, next one.” i smile, anticipation evident in my voice. he spins back around.

there honestly wasn’t much that i loved more than hearing chris’s praises. his compliments always mean more and hit harder than anyone else’s.

but that’s just because i value his opinion the most. after all, he is my best friend.

nothing more.

i take the shirt off, being shirt to drop it with enough force that chris knows it’s off, as well as my pants. i slip the dress on, taking a quick look at myself in the mirror before telling chris to turn around. it hugged me in all the right places. accentuating my curves perfectly, stopping at mid thigh.

“alright, you can turn around.” i tell him.

he turns around and his eyes immediately widen. he blows out a deep breath, and whistles, smirking.

“i know i said i wasn’t going to tell you what to wear, but that’s definitely the one.” he admires the dress. “but that’s just a strong suggestion.”

a smile pulls at the corners of my mouth and i feel a heat grow in my cheeks and i pray my makeup hides the inevitable flush of bright red.

“give me a spin.” chris spins his finger in a circular motion.

i spin around, the fabric flowing gracefully. the air around us fills with our laughter, as well as an unfamiliar feeling.

when i stop spinning, i catch chris’s gaze. he smiles and stands up from the bed, taking a few steps toward me.

his hand comes up and tucks a piece of hair that had fallen in my face behind my ear. “you look beautiful.” he murmurs softly, as if to be testing the waters.

“thanks chris.” i reply softly, my voice barely above a whisper as our eyes stay trained on each other.

“we should probably get going, matt and nick are probably getting pissed.” he laughs, the light hearted joking easing the tension that had fallen between us.

“you’re probably right. you sure this looks okay?” i knew the answer, i just wanted to hear him say it one more time.

“you look amazing, y/n.” he smiles down at me. shaking his head at my persistence.

“mhm, and what else?” i tease.

“if i tell you everything else i think about you right now, matt and nick will come and drag us out by our ears.” he laughs.

with that, we hurriedly walk upstairs. matt and nick immediately make eye contact with us, clearly annoyed.

“are you ready to go or do you need five more minutes to flirt some more?” nick asks, his voice laced with annoyance.

“five more minutes would be great actually.” chris eggs him on.

“we’re leaving. come on. our reservation’s at 6” matt shakes his keys at us.

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[mattilda987]

THE NEED i have for this man, it’s crazy

CRAZY.

[gregs-child]

INTRODUCING…trailertrash!reader

… 20, lives on the northside of sycamore, everyone calls her baby, lives in her daddy’s old trailer, only wears pink and white, lace camis, sun dresses, bikini tops, short jean shorts, braids, homemade blowouts, bud light, drives a truck, listens to deftones, Lana Del Rey , Cigarettes After Sex, Elvis Presley, The Red Clay Strays, Tracy Chapman, Johnny Cash, has 2 dogs named sugar and bucky, flip flops and cowboy boots, works at local convenience store, good with a gun, likes to swim, loner, collects random trinkets and bottle caps, cheap dollar store perfume, kleptomaniac, has a vicious tan, experienced.

INTRODUCING…richboy!matt

…20, lives on the west side of sycamore, lives 10 minutes out of town with his parents, button up’s, jorts, likes light blue and dark green, timberlands and converse, only carries his card and 100s in cash, gummies lover, spoils baby, early bird, drives a porsche, huge teddy bear collection, listens to dad music like led zeppelin, david bowie, queen, the beatles, micheal jackson, only wears a silver chain, has maybe 2 friends, root beer, doesn’t know a day of work in his life, awkward, inexperienced.

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[lyahh483]

confession time! I wanna make out with him so bad

[mattilda987]

not real good honestly

chris girls how are we holding up

[claraxsturniolos]

“late night talks & hoodie kisses”

| chrissturnioloxreader |

it’s just past midnight when you hear it—three soft taps on the window, followed by silence.

the same pattern. always him.

you peel back the curtain, and there he is.

hood pulled low, messy hair, eyes catching yours with that familiar look—half mischief, half something you can’t name. the corner of his mouth lifts.

“you gonna let me in or make me regret walking over here?” he asks, breath fogging the glass.

you slide the window open without a word. he climbs in like it’s second nature—hoodie falling off his shoulder, fingers brushing yours for half a second too long.

you step back. he sits on your bed like it’s his, leans back on his palms, takes in the room like nothing’s changed. like he hasn’t been here three times this week already.

“couldn’t sleep?” you ask.

he shrugs. “was thinking too much.”

you don’t press. you just sit beside him. not touching, but close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

then his hand finds your leg. gentle. slow. fingertips dragging just enough to make your breath hitch.

“about me?” you ask, quieter than you mean to.

he glances at you. no smirk now, no joke loaded behind his teeth. just—honest.

“yeah,” he says.

your eyes meet. he leans in, steady, no rush. his lips brush yours—soft, searching—and you kiss him back like you’ve done it before in dreams.

his hand slides to your waist, and you shift onto his lap without thinking.

like this is where you’re supposed to be.

the kiss deepens. your fingers slip under the edge of his hoodie, and he exhales against your mouth, the sound low and rough.

“i’ve wanted this,” he mutters, lips grazing your jaw.

you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull.

he groans. it does something to you.

you pull back just enough to look at him.

“stay.”

he breathes out a laugh—quiet, almost disbelieving.

“i wasn’t going anywhere.”

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maybe it's not good but it's my first time writing here, hope u enjoy it ✨

[freshlove-sturn]

texts w bsf!chris

<- previous, part 7

contains: mutual pining, suggestive, fem reader

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[freshlove-sturn]

texts w bsf!chris

<- previous, part 6, next ->

continuation of part 5!!

nick goes to open the back drivers side door of the car, before chris quickly places his hand over the door handle.

“you can sit in front again, i wanna sit with y/n.” chris suggests, trying to sound casual but the hint of desperation in his voice is apparent to all of us.

nick raises an eyebrow, “you’re actually ridiculous chris” he shakes his head before walking around to the other side and sitting up front.

i smile almost teasingly at chris, a pink tinge becoming present on his cheeks.

“you want aux?” chris asks.

“no, i’m okay with whatever yall want to play.” i tell him.

“you sure?” he asks again, just to be sure.

“chris this is literally like suffocating.” matt pipes up, peering back at us through the rear view mirror.

“i’m just making sure.” chris defends.

chris and i have always had a flirty friendship, but lately i’ve noticed a new intensity to it all. it’s like every time i turn around he’s there, primed and ready with a new excuse to be close to me. it seems like the entire dynamic of our friendship was changing right in front of me.

but i wouldn’t call it a bad change.

while he used to casually brush his hand against mine, or throw out a teasing, flirty comment here and there, he now finds every excuse to touch me- whether that be his knee pressed against mine whenever we sit next to eachother, much like right now as he sits beside me, occasionally stealing glances at me, or moving past me with his hand pressed against the small of my back.

he takes any chance he can get to compliment me, telling me how pretty i am, that i’m smart, talented, even things as random as he likes the way i look in green.

and then of course, the way he looks at me.

he has a longing eyes that weren’t there in boston, like he’s trying to tell me something without words.

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t love every part of it.

we pull up to the restaurant and matt throws the car in park. chris opens the door for me, of course, extending out his hand for me to take in assistance.

“i can’t remember if i told you already, but you look really nice y/n.” matt remarks, a warm smile playing on his lips.

“thanks.” i smile, accepting the compliment.

i glance over at chris, his jaw slightly clenches at the compliment. i brush my fingers against his to ease the tension.

once we enter the restaurant, the host escorts us to our seats. chris’s hand planted on the small of my back, guiding me.

we get sat in a booth and chris slides in next to me. his legs brushes against mine under the table, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. the soft hue of the overhead lights casting a warm hue on chris’s features, illuminating them perfectly.

chris’s arm drapes casually on the back of the booth, his fingers grazing my shoulder gently. it’s a small gesture, but it feels so intimate, almost as if he’s taking a silent claim over me. i try focusing on the menu, but it’s almost impossible with him this close.

“what’re you thinking about getting?” chris leans down to speak to me, his breath warm against my ear with the close proximity.

“i actually don’t know. this is the biggest menu ive ever seen in my life.” i laugh, glancing around at the endless options.

“i recommend the alfredo, just sayin” he suggests with a casual shrug.

“you always recommend alfredo.” i roll my eyes playfully.

“and it’s always the best thing.” chris defends.

“actually, it doesn’t sound half bad.” i admit.

“see? what did i tell you?” he says confidently. earning another eye roll from me.

a little while after we take our order, our food arrives.

as we eat and talk casually amongst ourselves, matt interrupts the conversation.

“oh y/n, you kinda got something right there.” he gestures to the corner of my mouth. “here i got it.” he leans over the table with a napkin, gently wiping the sauce from my face.

“oh thank you.” i murmur, feeling slightly flustered from the interaction, but i shake it off when i notice chris’s sudden change in demeanor. he goes quiet for the first time tonight, i give his hand a gentle squeeze under the table.

was he jealous of matt?

surely not. why would he be? matt is his brother, and im his best friend.

his friend.

and that was it.

after dinner, the drive home was painfully quiet. you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

now chris and i sit silently in his bed. i excuse myself to go take a shower, in hopes that maybe he would get over whatever had his so pissed off by the time i was done.

“i’m gonna go shower.” i stand up, grabbing a pair of pajamas out of my suitcase.

“k.” chris replies coldly.

i stop myself from saying anything, i didn’t want to argue with him.

…

i walk back into chris’s room, and sit back in his bed. chris had turned on netflix, and was watching love island.

“watcha watching?” i ask, desperate to break the silence.

“what’s it look like?” he responds sarcastically.

i was done holding my tongue, “chris what is your problem? why are you so mad?” i ask, my patience finally snapping.

“maybe next time you want to gawk over my brother, don’t do it in front of me.” he snaps back.

“are you serious?” i scoff. “that’s what this is about? matt wiping sauce off my face?”

“you’re fully capable of doing it yourself, no?” chris retorts.

“you’re acting as if i asked him to do that, he was just being nice.” i defend, my voice tinged with frustration.

as i sit there, facing chris, a whirlwind of thoughts race through my mind. i can’t believe we were arguing about something as trivial as matt wiping sauce off my face. it seemed so insignificant, yet chris was clearly upset. i can’t help but feel a mix of frustration and confusion. why is he making such a big deal out of this? does he seriously think i have any control over matt's actions?

deep down, i wonder if theres more to chris's reaction. is he really that jealous? the idea of that seems almost absurd, but there’s no denying the intensity in his eyes. i try to push the thought away, focusing instead on defending myself. i hadn't done anything wrong. matt was just being nice, and it felt unfair to be blamed for something so innocent.

yet, despite my in doubtable irritation, a small part of me couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. if chris actually is jealous, does that mean he cares more than he lets on? was the flirty behavior more than just chris being typical chris? the thought is both thrilling and terrifying. i don’t want to read too much into it, but the possibility lingered in the back of my mind, adding another layer of complexity to our already tangled relationship.

chris’s expression softens when he sees the frustration in my eyes. he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“i’m sorry.” he says quietly. “i overreacted. it’s just, shit, i don’t know. maybe i’m just jealous.” he admits.

“chris you don’t have to be jealous.” i tell him.

he looks at me, eyes full of sincerity. “yeah i know, i just care about you, a lot and sometimes it just gets the best of me.”

a small smile tugs on my lips. “i care about you too chris. more than you know.”

“but, can you just promise me you’ll talk to me when things bother you before you go an be a dick about it?” i tease, extending my pinky out to him.

“i promise.” he laughs, interlocking his pinky with mine.

a/n: sorry i didn’t know how to really end this LMAO. i don’t really know how to feel about this part tbh. PLEASE lmk your thoughts/ what you would like to see in future parts. my requests are ALWAYS open and highly appreciated and encouraged.

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[freshlove-sturn]

texts w bsf!chris

<- previous, part 4, next ->

Contains: suggestive,mutual pining, fem reader

a/n: idk how to feel about this part tbh 😩 lmk if y’all want more parts of just texts or texts that turn into regular fics 😚😚

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[freshlove-sturn]

texts w bsf!chris

part 1, part 2

contains: mutual pining, suggestive, fem reader

a/n: lmk if yall like this and would maybe want a pt 2! also will take requests for matt! even more for chris with possible different plots, or even just for this storyline

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[freshlove-sturn]

texts w bsf!chris

part 1, part 2, part 3

contains: suggestive, mutual pining, fem reader

[freshlove-sturn]

texts w bsf!chris

pt1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

contains: texts AND a regular fic/ blurb (creds to @ivyyyyyysposts), mutual pining, flirting, fem!reader, use of y/n, uhh i think that’s it?

i look up from my phone and see chris and his brothers standing there, huge smiles spread across their faces. chris has a sign in his hands with my name scribbled in his chicken scratch handwriting.

i run over to them, my feet barely touching the ground as i sprint, weaving in and out of people and their luggage.

“chris!” i call out, his arms opening wide to catch me as i throw myself into his embrace. the strength and warmth of the hug enveloping my body completely.

he lifts me off the ground, spinning us around as we both laugh. the sound echoing through the terminal. just for a second it felt like we were the only two people in the world. i bury my face in his shoulder, taking in the familiar comforting scent of his cologne.

“i missed you so much.” i whisper. my voice choked with emotion.

“missed you more.” he replied. his voice laced with the same emotion.

he sets me down gently and i look up into his eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness.

we were together again and nothing else mattered.

i hug matt and nick. who then tell me that they had no idea until this morning that i was coming.

“chris!” i look over at him, with my eyes wide.

“what? i forgot.” he shrugs. i smile and roll my eyes.

as we walk toward the exit, chris grabs my suitcase from my hands.

“here i got that.” he tells me.

“chris-“

before i can protest, he cuts me off. “i got it.”

i accept defeat, knowing chris wasn’t going to let up on his stubbornness.

“and they say chivalry is dead.” nick sighs, earning a laugh from the rest of us.

we get to the car and chris loads up my suitcase.

“nick you can sit in front.” chris says, opening the car door for me before going around the the other side and getting in.

“you’re letting nick have front? what’s gotten into you?” matt says shocked, turning around in his seat and looking at chris.

“i’m just excited to catch up with y/n. that okay with you?” chris fired back, slightly annoyed.

matt puts his arms up in defense. “nothing wrong with it. just surprised is all.”

the ride to the triplets house is nothing short of what i imagined it being. arguing over who had aux, dragging whoever had aux, arguing over what we were gonna eat later, the usual.

once we arrive, chris opens the door for me again. “chris i know how to open my own door.” i tell him.

he just grins and shakes his head. “no chance. i’m doing everything for you. don’t even lie, i know you love the princess treatment.”

i laugh, feeling both amused and touched at his insistence. “seriously chris, i appreciate it but im totally capable.”

“come on, let me spoil you a little.” he says.

“chris you literally flew me out to la with a first class plane ticket. you’ve done enough spoiling.” i roll my eyes playfully and we walk inside.

“there’s plenty more where that came from. trust me” he winks.

“whatever. just don’t get too used to it. i don’t want you thinking im helpless or something.” i say following him to his room.

“i know you’re far from helpless y/n. just let me have this.” he opens his bedroom door, letting me in and following in after.

i notice a small bedside table, loaded with all the snacks he bought me.

“did you seriously buy all of that for me?” i smile.

he runs the back of his neck and smiles back at me sheepishly “yeah. i just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed. i got pads and stuff too, they’re in my bathroom under the sink. and a toothbrush and toothpaste.”

i felt a warmth spreading through me. “you’re the best chris. like actually.”

“anything for you. i wanted to make sure it was perfect.” he shrugs, trying to play it cool.

“well i think you did a pretty good job.” i smile.

he looks over at me and our eyes lock for a moment. “i’m really glad you’re here.”

“me too chris.” i say softly, feeling a flutter in my chest.

i have a feeling this is going to be the death of me.

[freshlove-sturn]

house on the cape.

pt 1 pt2

based on last friday’s video bc im obsessed with it. (events that happened in the vlog may not be in order just so the story flows how i want, also might add or get rid of some things for that same reason ofc). definitely gonna be multiple parts if yall like it so please let me know!!

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

a/n: sorry guys but i think im scrapping all my old fics. i just have lost interest in them and i dont want to give yall something that i just half assed yk. i just need something new 😖🙏 don’t hate me pls. also i didn’t proof read and i never do so hopefully this all makes sense LMAO

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“BOYS TRIP!” chris shouts through the house.

the triplets are back in boston from being in la. i’d be lying if i said that i didn’t wish that these visits would last forever. being across the country from my best friends sucked.

“oh yeah , and you’ll be there too. you’re one of the boys.” chris points at me, smiling before loading the car with our bags.

“chris please never say that again.” i cringe, but fail to keep in my laughter.

“i agree. that was disgusting.” nick chimes in.

“just wanted to make sure you know you’re included.” chris throws his hands up in defense.

“thanks.” i smile and shake my head before getting in the car.

we were staying at their house in cape cod, something all of us looked forward to each summer growing up.

we arrive at nate’s house to pick him up. after the group effort of showering him in compliments for his new hair cut, we get back in the car.

sandwiched between nick and nathan, i check the time on my phone. nick grabs my wrist and moves it out of the way to give himself a better view of my lock screen.

“that is such a cute picture.” he says admiringly. it was a picture of matt and i. the picture was taken from behind while matt gave a piggy back ride back to the car because my feet hurt from wearing heels to madison’s concert.

“you took it.” i laugh.

“i know. i really out did myself huh.” he hypes himself up. i smile and roll my eyes.

once we get to the cape house, we unload the car. all of our bags scattered haphazardly throughout our respective rooms. the same rooms each of us have stayed in for years. nate with chris, nick with matt, and me, having been the only girl, with my own room.

“let’s go to the beach!” nate walks out into the kitchen, clapping his hands together.

…

the beach was just within walking distance. matt and i fell behind the rest of the group.

“i’m so glad you’re back.” i tell him.

“me too. i missed you.” he replies.

“i missed you too.” i admit. “a lot.” i look up and meet his eyes. we just stare at each other for a second. we didn’t really need to say anything. it was almost just a mutual understanding that each other were our favorite person.

if only he knew the extent.

the only person i’ve confided in about my feelings for matt was nate. which was precisely why he kept shooting me knowing glances anytime matt and interacted. nate swore that he knew i was in love with matt for years, before i even knew myself.

i can’t exactly pinpoint when i fell in love with my best friend, but i do remember when i realized.

flashback

matt and i sit together in the hammock string between two large oak trees in the backyard of the cape house. the gentle breeze swaying us back and forth softly. the sun was going down just to the right of us. beautiful pink and orange hues paint the sky.

“i could stay right here forever.” matt breaks the silence that had fallen between us.

“me too.” i reply softly.

“oh hey i have something for you” he digs his hand around in his pocket and pulls out a baby pink seashell. he hands it it me.

“i’ve never seen a pink one like that before.” he tells me as i admire the gift.

“me either. i love it. thanks matt.” i smile sweetly at him.

“of course.” he returns the smile.

i feel the heartbeat in my chest racing and my cheeks heating up. the feeling i had been carrying around with me for quite some time became abundantly clear.

i was in love with my best friend.

when i got home that night, i tied a string around the shell, and wore it as a necklace. and i haven’t taken it off since.

end of flashback

that was back when we were 16. 4 whole years i’ve gone hiding my biggest secret from the one person i told everything to.

our gaze was interrupted by chris. “jesus, yall are some slow pokes” he hollers back at us.

we both laugh and pick up out pace.

soon we arrive at the beach. i’ve always loved the beach. it truly is my happy place.

especially when i’m with matt.

nick snaps pictures here and there.

“oh my gosh matt look! this is just like your tattoo!” i hold out a shell to him.

“oh shit you’re right.” he holds out his arm, revealing his tattoo.

“that’s sick.” chris admires the similarity while nick takes a picture.

…

later that night, we all sit in the living room debating on what movie to watch.

“chris im not watching planet of the apes again. we’ve watched it like 9 times already.” nick argues, shutting down chris’s pleads.

“how about grown ups?” matt suggests.

“yes i love that movie.” nate agrees.

“that’s fine with me.” nick shrugs and starts typing it in.

“is that good with you?” matt leans down to where i was sitting in front of him, his voice soft and genuine.

“yeah that’s good with me.” i tell him.

he smiles and pats the spot on the couch next to him, gesturing me to come sit up there with him. i stand up from my spot on the floor and sit down next to him. he drapes a blanket over the both of us.

about an hour or so into the movie, my eyes get heavy. i lean my head on matt’s shoulder, to which he responds with wrapping his arm around me. this was nothing out of the ordinary. there’s pictures going back to when we were in preschool of the two of us practically fused together passed out on the living room floor.

suddenly, a gentle shake of my shoulders woke me up from a sleep i hadn’t even known i fell into. my eyes flutter, slowly regaining focus. when they do, i’m met with matt’s gentle blue eyes.

“hey, you wanna go lay down in your bed? i don’t want your neck to be sore.” he asks, genuinely concerned for my comfort.

i look around, everyone else appeared to have gone into their rooms.

“yeah i probably should.” i say through a yawn.

matt grabs my hand and helps me stand up from the couch. we walk down the hallway. my room came before his and nicks.

“goodnight matt.” i say, slowly turning the doorknob.

“goodnight y/n. see ya in the morning.”

i toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep. i stand up from bed, and leave my room. slowly making my way to the kitchen to get a drink, careful to not wake anyone up.

i open the fridge and grab a water. before i can take a sip, i hear a familiar voice behind me.

“can’t sleep?” the sudden breach of silence made me jump a little. i turn around and see matt. he was leaned up against the door frame. his sweatpants falling dangerously low on his figure, his arm under his shirt itching his shoulder, exposing his midriff.

“nope. you?” i set my water down on the counter.

“hm mm” he replies.

we stand in silence for a few moments before matt breaks the silence again.

“wanna go to the beach?”

….

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[freshlove-sturn]

today is a day of mourning

[freshlove-sturn]

house on the cape II

pt1 pt2

based off of the “aquarium adventure + boys trip” vlog!

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

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“wanna go to the beach?”

matt raises an eyebrow at me, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. the yellow glow of the porch light shining through the window illuminating his features in a way that egged on the butterflies in my stomach.

matt and i started sneaking out and walking to the beach on our restless summer nights here when we were 13. it was the first time i’ve ever broken a rule, and i was scared shitless that we would get caught. matt reassured me the whole time that it would just be our own little secret and promised we wouldn’t get in trouble.

after we locked our pinkies together, sealing the promise with a quick peck on our intertwined fingers, i didn’t need anymore convincing. i trusted matt more than anyone in the world.

with that, it posed no surprise to matt when i quickly nodded my head head yes, spinning on my heels to go get dressed into my swimsuit.

i pull my swimsuit top over my figure, reaching my hands behind my back to tie the loose straps.

“shit.” i mumble after several failed attempts.

i creep out of my room, back down the hallway to the kitchen, where matt was leaned against the counter on his phone, already changed into his swim trunks. my hands holding tight to the untied material.

“can you tie this for me?” i ask matt.

without question, matt sets his phone down on the counter and comes over to me. he gently gathers my hair in his hands and lays it over my left shoulder to get it out of the way, ensuring that he wouldn’t get my hair knotted in the straps.

he slowly pulls the straps taut and begins to tie them together. my skin feeling like it was engulfed in flames in the wake of every brush of his hands.

“is that good?” he asks, one hand rested at the small of my back.

“yep. perfect.” i say before turning around to look at him. i throw my sleep shirt on over my swimsuit. with it being 2 sizes too big, it perfectly covered my whole torso, stopping just above my knees.

we make our way down to the beach. a soft breeze howling through the trees, creating perfect ambiance, synchronizing with the sound of the crickets chirping. the full moon in the sky casting the perfect glow on our path. the comfortable silence that rests between us makes me feel more at home than i had felt about a week ago alone in my own room, my best friend across the country in la.

“beautiful night, huh?” matt’s voice is just above a whisper.

“it is.” i agree, redirecting my attention from the ground below me to the boy walking beside me, who to my surprise, already had his eyes fixated on me.

soon the ground shifts from the rough pavement of the sidewalk, to sand, shifting and leaving behind foot prints as we walk. we climb on top of a large rock that we had claimed as our own 12 summers ago.

we sit next to each other, our knees touching. there was plenty of room for the both of us to have our own personal space, without having to be attached at the hip. but neither of us bothered to move.

“there’s the big dipper.” i tell matt, pointing up at the constellation above us.

“those two stars point to the north star, the only star that doesn’t move. everything else spins around it. but it stays the same.” i inform him.

and that’s exactly how i felt about matt.

no matter how much our lives changed, however far we were from each other, my love for him always stayed the same.

when the triplets youtube career started blowing up, i felt the same. when he moved across the country, leaving me in boston, never once did my feelings for him falter. dating rumors of him and other girls far prettier than me? hurt? sure. my feelings for him? the exact same.

“you wanna swim?” matt’s voice cuts through my thoughts, i hadn’t even realized that i was lost in them.

“that’s a silly question.” i laugh, standing up from my spot on the rock and climbing down to the shore line. the cool water spilling over my feet.

we make our way deeper into the ocean, slowly but surely acclimating to the water. we finally get to where the water came up to just below my collar bone.

matt scoops me up, dunking me under the water with him. “matt!” i screech through a series of giggles once we break the surface.

“cmon you knew it was coming.” matt laughs.

“you’re so annoying.” i shove him playfully.

i hadn’t even realized just how close we were. mere inches between us. our eyes locked on each other’s for god knows how long. my gaze flickers to his lips for a split second without my consent, praying he didn’t notice. i knew he did when he followed suit. my heart starts racing, beating out of my chest, i swear i could hear it echoing off the water. the short distance between us seemed to be getting shorter and shorter, shrinking agonizingly slowly.

nervous as all hell, considering i could feel my best friends breath on my lips, i reach for my necklace. a nervous habit i picked up over the years, just to feel my bare skin under my finger tips. i immediately freak out. that necklace was the one thing that made me feel close to matt when he was gone.

“shit! my necklace.” i panic, completely ruining the moment.

matt pulls back quickly, startled by my sudden outburst.

“i swear i just had it on.” i stutter.

“oh shit y/n. it must’ve fell off when i took you under water.” he tells me, looking at my bare neck.

before i could say anything else, matt went under, searching the ocean floor for the jewelry.

he’s down there for a while and i start to get panicked all over again, as soon as i brace myself to go under after the boy, he breaks the surface of the water.

holding the shell necklace in his hand.

“oh my god you found it!” i smile brightly, relieved.

“here turn around i’ll put it on for you.” he instructs.

i turn around and matt moves my hair over my shoulder. snaking the string around my neck, and tying it, making sure the knot was secure.

“honestly, i can’t believe you’ve held onto that for so long.” he admits, a slight chuckle leaving his throat.

“i never take it off.” i smile.

we make our way back to shore, deciding that it was time to head home.

once we get all dried off, i go to throw on my cover shirt, but with my luck, it was drenched.

“damn it.” i say under my breath.

“what?” matt turns around, seeing me hold the soaked piece of fabric.

“oh here, just wear mine.” before i can protest, he peels his tshirt over his head and tosses it to me. my eyes linger just a second too long on his torso, before slipping the shirt on over my head.

we walk back up the side walk, making our way back to the house.

“y’know that shell you found earlier that you thought looked like this one?” matt says, holding out his tattooed arm and pointing to the shell tattoo.

“mhm.” i nod.

“can i tell you something?” i can tell by the way his blue eyes stare into mine that he was being vulnerable.

“of course.” i answer.

“my tattoo, it’s actually of this shell.” he reaches out and grabs the shell strung on my necklace.

my best friend has a tattoo of the exact moment i realized i was in love with him.

…..

a/n: kind of a shit ending to this part my bad 😭

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[freshlove-sturn]

house on the cape III

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

i stand there in shock for a moment. the fact that he had a moment that i held so deeply in my heart permanently tattooed on his body was something that i couldn’t even begin to fathom.

“no way? really?” i ask. i try playing it cool, but it’s no use, really. matt could read me like an open book, he’s always been able to. my poker face didn’t stand a chance whenever he was around.

“yeah.” he laughs awkwardly. “sorry if that’s weird or anything i just-“ he clears his throat. “you’re my best friend and i wanted to get something to honor you and-“

“you don’t have to explain yourself matt.” i cut him off to reassure him. “i love it. that’s really sweet.” i smile up at him.

he doesn’t say anything, just smiles sweetly back at me.

we don’t talk the rest of the walk home, we didn’t need to. the presence of one another spoke in volume that words couldn’t.

volumes that i don’t think i’ll ever be able to profess to him. i just let the universe speak for me, in hopes that maybe one day he will catch on, and if i’m lucky, maybe he feels the same.

surely it didn’t mean near as much as i wanted to. people get tattoos for their best friends all the time, i was reading too far into it. how was matt supposed to know the significance of that moment anyway?

once we get inside, we bid our second goodnight. i toss and turn all night. every time i check the clock, only 3 minutes had gone by since the last time i checked, praying for it to be daylight so i could have the others to distract my ever racing mind.

the deafening sound of my alarm wakes me out of the sleep it felt like i had just fallen into. i slap my hand around lazily on the nightstand feeling around for my phone to turn the alarm off, too tired to open my eyes.

once i click stop, i run the tiredness from my eyes and stretch, sitting up in bed. i heard foot steps walking past my door, down the hall. i knew it wasn’t any of the triplets, no way they were waking up this early. i knew it was nathan.

i slide out of bed, running my brush through my hair quickly, before walking out into the living room, nate was sitting in the recliner on his phone.

“morning” he murmurs, rubbing his eyes to shake the remnants of the sleep he clearly just woke up from by the way his hair was sticking all in opposite directions.

“morning.” i reply, sitting down on the couch closest to him.

“did you leave last night? i could’ve sworn i heard yours and matt’s voicing coming back inside last night.” nate asks. my mind was instantly flooded with the memories of last night. how matt and i’s faces were just mere inches from each other, the way matt didn’t skip a beat to dive below the surface to find my necklace after i lost it, and of course, the tattoo.

“yeah, we went to the beach. we couldn’t sleep.” i tell him.

nate raises his eyebrows at me. he knows my feelings for matt. i confessed then to him the day the triplets first moved to boston. ever since then, he has been a wingman of sorts. always listening to every interaction i had with matt that i had romanticized in my head, which was practically all of them, give or take.

“ooooh, you and matt went to the beach alone in the middle of the night.” he teases, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

i roll my eyes and throw a pillow at him, to which he deflects and throws it back at me. “can i tell you something?”

i had to tell him about the tattoo thing. i couldn’t keep this information to myself. nate was always the one i confided in when i couldn’t confide in matt.

“hit me.” he leans back in the chair, folding his hands behind his head.

“so y’know matt’s shell tattoo?” nate nods.

“well, last night he told me that it’s actually the shell from this necklace.” i grab the shell that laid around my neck, nate staring intently.

“you didn’t know that?” he furrows his brows.

“you did?!” my voice involuntarily raises an octave from our quiet speaking. was this common knowledge to everyone but me? why didn’t matt tell me until now?

but i don’t have much room to talk, i harbored my own share of secrets.

just before nathan can explain himself, i hear a bedroom door open and shut, footsteps padding down the hallway, shutting both of us up.

“morning.” chris appears from around the corner, his hair messy, stretching his arms over his head while speaking through a yawn.

“good morning.” nate and i repeat in unison. nick follows lazily, plopping down on the couch.

about a half hour later, nate, nick, chris, and myself are still the only ones up, matt was sound asleep.

“what do yall wanna do today?” nick asks opening the fridge, grabbing milk for his cereal.

chris and nate start throwing out ideas, i stand up and start heading off towards the bedrooms. “i’m gonna go wake matt up.” i tell them, disguising as it as if i wanted to make sure he was apart of making the plans. while that may be part of it, majority of my motive was for my own benefit.

the door was already cracked, i open it the rest of the way slowly, and once again leaving it cracked behind me. i quietly make my way to the side of the bed. shaking his shoulder gently.

“matt, wake up. we’re talking about what we’re gonna do today” my voice soft. he stirs in his sleep a bit, but ultimately ignores me. i repeat his name again, this time earning the fluttering open of his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth when he grabs my arm, pulling me down into the bed.

“matt!” i pretend to protest. positive i’m not at all masking the fact that would lay her forever with him.

“five more minutes.” he chuckles, throwing part of the blanket over me after wrapping his arms tightly around me.

cuddling wasn’t exactly unfamiliar territory with us. our mothers telling us growing up that we were attached at the hip, following it up with how even that was an understatement.

he closes his eyes, but that doesn’t tear my attention away from his beautiful features. all of them complimenting each other perfectly in such harmony.

“matt.” i whisper, i knew i had to get him up and moving, after telling the others that those were my intentions.

his eyes open again, staring back down into mine. my stomach feels like it’s doing backflips, and my heart beating as if i had just finished running a marathon. something about the way he was looking at me, all the while his hands rest on the small of my back holding me firmly to his hip, had me swooning. if i didn’t know any better i swear i had heart eyes, with hearts swirling around my head like in the cartoons.

one of his arms releases its grip, his hand coming up to my face, brushing the hair that had fallen into my eyes out of the way. the pads of his fingers gently caressing my skin. his hand lingers for a moment on the side of my face. our faces seemed ever closer than they were the night in the ocean, i could almost feel the flutter of his eyelashes when he blinks. the booming of chris yelling for him to wake up interrupts.

“we should probably go out there, he’s been ready to go all morning.” i say softly.

“i can’t stand that kid sometimes.” matt groans.

i roll off the bed, pulling the covers off of matt. “i know you can’t.” i tell him as he slowly gets out of the bed.

we make our way into the living room, nate of course immediately shoots me a cheeky grin, i give him warning look, and he puts his hands up in defense.

if the truth didn’t come out through me, it would surely come out by nate’s not so discreet teasing.

thankfully, everyone else stays oblivious to this interaction.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

we winded up deciding on grabbing a bite to eat at a small cafe. i sit sandwiched between nate and matt. nate and chris were discussing what they were gonna order while nick vlogged, piping into conversation every once in a while. matt’s hand brushes against my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity throughout my entire body. he lets it rest there for a moment before the camera pans to him. he was always cautious about the way he interacted with me in videos, anything to prevent hate from jealous fans.

part of me understood and appreciated that, but another part of me wishes he wouldn’t hold back.

but i could never tell matt that.

our food arrives shortly after we order, everyone scarfs it down within a few minutes, eager to set off on our next adventure, hiking.

the check comes and i pull out my wallet to cover my share of the bill, before i can even get any money out, matt grabs my wrist.

“absolutely not.” he tells me, placing enough money on the table to cover mine and his meal.

“matt stop it, you never let me pay.” i protest.

“i think you should know by now that you’re never paying for anything in my presence.” he tells me. i roll my eyes, shaking my head. a gentle smile plastered across my face.

he leans down, his voice just low enough to where only the two of us could hear it. “pretty girls never pay.”

i look up at him, but he had already struck up a conversation with nick, completely disregarding the comment he had just made that is the reason my cheeks are flushed with a bright pink color.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the 5 of us trot down the dirt path through the woods, down to a lake that was in the clearing.

we were at an incline, so our steps were quick and not entirely balanced. of course given this fact, i’d be the one to stub my toe on a tree root and lose my footing, stumbling forward.

a pair of arms grab my waist, steadying my body.

“careful.” matt says.

again, our touch lingers just a second too long. a second too long to just be “friendly”.

seconds that probably all in all meant nothing, but nonetheless were part of the foundation i had anchored my hopes on.

once we get down to the lake, after matt channels his inner bird expert, as well as 12 year old boy screaming penis so loud it probably woke up a small village across the ocean, matt and i break off from the rest of the group. something we were no strangers to doing. we walk side by side, careful not to stray too far from the rest, but just far enough to have our own privacy.

we walked so close our hands touched with each step. neither of us bothered to alter the situation.

matt slows down to a stop. his blue eyes catching mine. the sun was just beginning to set, rays of light beaming between the openings of tree branches.

“this is like, my favorite place to be ever.” he says, looking out over the water. “and even more so because i’m with you.” his eyes meet mine again. i smile up at him, praying the hotness of my cheeks is strictly internal, and not making it painfully obvious to the boy in front of me that im in love with him.

i don’t say anything, i didn’t need to. his voice cuts through the comfortable silence again.

“i know that probably sounds cheesy but it’s true. it’s like, i don’t know how to explain it really. just whenever im around you it’s like nothing else matters. i forget all about anything that’s been weighing down on me and stressing me out. you’re like a breath of fresh air. if that makes any sense.”

every word he said was so close yet so far from the words i yearn to hear him speak.

i’d give anything just to hear it just once. even if it was a lie.

it’s just 3 words.

we had said it to each other countless times. but the meaning behind it was never was i longed for. i see the way he looks at me. the things he says, the way our accidental touches linger, and sometimes, much like right now, i think that maybe, just maybe he feels the same way.

but what if i’m wrong?

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