“The Triplets Fell Off”

All i wanted was you pt2

All i wanted was you pt2

All i wanted was you pt2

All i wanted was you pt2

All i wanted was you pt2

All i wanted was you pt2

All i wanted was you pt2

(Please🙏)

✮ I CAN FEEL YOU ALL AROUND ME

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis: in which chris is consumed by his feelings for you and the hurt he feels from his confession going wrong is drowning him, while on the other side of the city, you’re suffocated by the figurative ghost of him everywhere in your apartment.

warnings: swearing, angst, slight comfort, stubborn!chris, stubborn!reader, avoidant attachment!reader, desperate!chris, kissing, mentions of violence, she/her pronouns used for the reader.

disclaimer: this is part two to this fic right here!

THIRD PERSON POV

you were stubborn. that has been a known fact since you were a tiny child, always determined to get your way while never backing down or settling for less. you were stubborn, and there was no other way to put it. everyone who has ever met would use that to describe you. someone would determined as a way to sugarcoat what they really meant, but even in doing so, the real meaning was there, lingering above the light-hearted conversation like a dark cloud.

so to absolutely no one’s surprise, you weren’t letting up on your idea to forget about chris. you wouldn’t even dare speak his name. you knew it wasn’t healthy, this whole “if i don’t think about him, he doesn’t exist.” mentality, but you needed to get over everything you felt for him, even if it meant ridding your life of nearly three years worth of memories, nearly three years of friendship. he was like a stubborn ghost, sticking around and taunting you from the depths of your apartment. his cologne lingering on your blankets and pillows, flooding your senses as you try to will yourself to sleep without thinking about his body next to yours, his quiet laugh sounding in your ears as you ramble about indiscernible nonsense as delirium clouds both your minds.

you would force yourself to toss his clothes into the box at the back of your closet, trying not to think about the memories attached to each article you find, trying not to smile softly at the memory of you wrapping his yellow zip up around your body as you stumble down the sidewalk from some party, chris somewhere behind you, his knuckles bloodied as he lays your douchebag of an ex boyfriend out unconscious on the ground, fed up with the guy’s chirping as you walk away. you will away the thoughts of chris standing above you, his face stoic, an emotion so deep that it’s unreadable storming in the blues of his eyes, darkening them as he tells you,

“i would lay my life on the fucking line for you, i would go to jail if it meant saving you.”

the cadence in which you remember him speaking in sending chills down your spine, the memory of chris timidly raising a hand, brushing your wild hair behind your ears before drawing you in and laying a gentle kiss to you forehead forcing you to shut your eyes, locking the memory in the pandora’s box of your mind.

every part of your body burned with the feeling of his touch, every crevice of your mind and your apartment were haunted by his ghost. you could feel him all around you, and it hurt to mourn someone who was still alive, to be forced to mourn someone as the consequence of your own doing.

it was beautiful, in a melancholic and twisted sort of way how you and chris were feeling the same. the two of you, more often than not, mirrored each other’s feelings. the two of you could be apart for weeks to months due to travelling, and nick would tell you how terrifying it was that he was in the exact same state you were in, even when apart.

the two of you were two sides of a mirror, both of you a reflection of the other. there was no connection quite like the one you and chris shared, you were soulmates, in this life, the next, and every life after and in between. so for his brothers to see the two of you torn apart by your own feelings, was heartbreaking.

chris was distraught, where you were avoiding him and what you felt for him, he was drowning in what he felt for you. there was no way for him to escape the torturous constant replay of the night he confessed to you in his head. he’d wake up, think about that night, he’d eat, think about that night, he’d film, think about that, and he’d fall asleep nearly in tears because there was no escaping the thoughts of you. almost every thought he formed was about you, if not all of them.

he was exhausted, he just wanted one day where he didn’t regret expressing his feelings to you, but that seemed unattainable. he knew he shouldn’t regret expressing them, because there’s nothing wrong with loving anyone, but the way you reacted made him think that he was committing a sin. he wanted to hate you for making him feel so foolish, but he couldn’t. god he could never hate someone like you. you were one of a kind in his eyes, you were the center of his universe. the very reason he changed his outlook on love, you once told him, “to be loved, is to be known.” you explained it in the sense that, to love someone is know everything about them, to know every version, is to learn to love them on their good days, their bad days, and their darkest days.

and god did he love you, he loved every version of you. he loved you in every light, every moment in time. his love for you consumed every part of his soul. for chris to be chris, was to love you.

you had gone out to some hole-in-the-wall type restaurant with your friends, hoping to ease your mind for just a few mindless hours, to forget about chris for just a fraction of your day. but when you showed up, chris was standing outside the door beside nick, completely engrossed in his phone, a blank and solemn look on his face. when you had suggested to eat at this place, it slipped your mind that chris had shown you this restaurant one night when the two of you couldn’t sleep, soon leading to it become his favourite place to eat any time he wanted to go out.

you had two options, enter the restaurant which meant passing by chris and enduring a tough conversation, or turning around and pretending like you never saw him and telling your friends something came up. but your body yearned for his tough, for the type of hug from him that warmed every part of your body, that eased the deepest parts of your heart. and it seemed like you body had a mind of its own as you took tentative steps toward the man your heart called home.

you felt your stomach stir with butterflies wanting to crawl their way up your throat, making you feel like you were going to throw up as approached the man, hoping to pass by him and make your way to your table.

“excuse me.” you mumble, your voice hoarse and unsteady as chris’ head snaps up, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in almost a month.

“y/n, wha-what are you doing here?” he whispers, his fingers twitching at his sides, screaming to reach out and touch your face to prove this wasn’t a dream.

“i’m here to meet some friends but you’re blocking the door.” you sigh, your eyes looking everywhere but his face as you shift awkwardly on your feet.

“shit sorry.” he coughs, stepping to the side as you flash him an appreciative smile, quickly tugging the door open and stepping inside, immediately spotting your friends.

as you sat at the table, you couldn’t find it in you to engage in anything your friends talked about, your mind racing a mile a minute as you tried to drown out the sound of chris talking to his brothers and the feeling of his eyes boring into the back of your head. your closest friend had easily noticed the shift in your mood as the night went on, immediately connecting the dots as she met chris’ eyes across the restaurant, his face reddening as she caught him staring at the back of your head.

chris felt his heart hammering incessantly away in his chest, threatening to crack open his ribcage as he tried, so fucking hard, to keep his attention off you but he couldn’t. and who could blame him? the only girl he’s ever truly, genuinely loved, is sitting maybe fifteen to twenty feet away, and all he wants to do is talk to her, is hold her close, breathing in the sweet but oh-so comforting scent of her perfume, to tell her that things are okay.

but he couldn’t. he knew you wanted space, and he wants to respect that, and so that’s what he chooses to do, but to see you, to have you so close, yet just out of reach, is killing him, and his sense of self control is wearing thinner by the second. all logic and sound reasoning is fleeting as he fights himself internally. and as he watches you place your cash in the table and rise from your seat, he throws caution to the wind. muttering something about getting matt to cover his part of the bill and paying him back later as he hops up from his chair, quickly making his way to the door as your figure exits the building.

“y/n wait!” he pleads, his voice thick with desperation as you immediately halt your movements, his voice always compelling you to do the simplest of things as you turn to face him, your fingers wringing together as chris takes quick strides to meet you halfway.

“what do you want chris?” you mutter, your voice broken and tired as you meet his gaze, the backs of your burning with forcefully unshed tears, watching chris’ eyes dart back and forth across your faces, the whites reddening as he blinks and wills away his own set of tears.

“fuck-i can’t do this.” he exclaims, the unintentional but painful harshness of his words rolling off your back like water as you open your mouth to respond, closing it again as he beats you to talking first,

“i can’t have these, like, short, blink and you’ll miss it type moments with you for the rest of my life. i can’t. i won’t. i won’t survive only seeing you for a few minutes every few months or weeks when i least expect it. not when i know i could spend every day of the rest of my life with you by my side. it will kill me. so please y/n, give me something to work with. i love you, and i know hearing me say that scares the living shit out of you, but i’m here. i am not going anywhere. i know you’re scared of me leaving, but we haven’t talked in almost a month, and i’m still here in the same position, begging you to just let me in, to let me help you work through these fears and worries. i’ve loved every version of you, even the ones that hurt everyone around you just because you were hurting. so please y/n, just make this easier and let us learn to not be scared together.” he pleads, the tears he held back for so long finally flowing freely down his face as he carefully watches your expression, fearful of another night of rejection, but the way your eyes soften, and the ghost of the tiniest smile on your face eases his worries as you step toward him.

“okay.”

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I’m in love with this 😍 it’s so good!

✮ PETER LOSIN’ WENDY

pairings: chris sturniolo x fem!reader | chris sturniolo x named fem!oc

synopsis: in which chris doesn't realize that while pursuing another girl, he's losing the girl that would've been the one for him.

warnings: swearing, drunk!reader + drunk!chris, cheating, angst, angst, and even more angst, unresolved hurt.

THIRD PERSON POV

chris didn't realize he had made a mistake until it was far too late. he thought that amelia was the girl he wanted, but he soon realized that he couldn't have been more wrong.

he really, truly though that he would have enough will and time to choose between the two girls, however he didn't realize that as he chased them both, he was losing the girl that was the one for him.

VINTAGE TEE, BRAND NEW PHONE, HIGH HEELS ON COBBLESTONES

as y/n and chris made their way home from some random los angeles party, the couldn't help but giggle each time y/n's heels clicked against the cobblestone path they walked along. the two couldn't help their drunken giggles as they blindly made their way home.

"you should take those off before you hurt yourself." chris laughed, his hand intertwined with hers as he held his phone in the other.

"i'll be fine. you never told me where your shirt was from by the way."

"it's from some vintage thrift store back home in boston."

"i like it." she whispered, titling her head as she stared at him beneath the streetlight.

"let me take a picture of you, i don't have any on this phone yet." chris smiled, taking the picture as she blushed, watching as he set as his lockscreen.

BUT I KNEW YOU, DANCING IN YOUR LEVI'S, DRUNK UNDER A STREETLIGHT

the two continued their walk home, haphazardly walking into each other as they stumbled further down the path. their hands loosely intertwined with each other's, chris couldn't help pull her closer to him, his other hand falling to her waist as he softly rocked their bodies back and forth, humming a slow beat to a song playing quietly in his head.

"i like this side of you." she whispered, brushing his hair out of his eyes at he smiled down at her.

"not many get to know this side of me, but you do."

"i wanna know every side of you." she smiled back, watching as his eyes sparkled slightly.

y/n slowly walked ahead, unaware of chris' phone pinging in his pocket, another girl blowing up his messages wondering where he was as she missed him.

with a shameful sigh, he plucked his phone from the back pocket of his levi's, swiping away the notifications she sent his way.

HAND UNDER MY SWEATSHIRT, BABY KISS IT BETTER // SAID I WAS YOUR FAVOURITE

chris hand was beneath the back of y/n's sweater as she cried against his chest, her head hurting from the amount of stress she had dealt with during the day.

"baby, can you kiss it better?" she teased, trying to lighten her mood, making chris roll his eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to the girl's forehead, smiling against her skin as she keened into his touched.

walking backwards, he led her to her couch, falling back against the cushions, pulling her on top of him as he continued to rub her back, hoping to ease some of her stress.

"you're my favourite person, y'know that?" chris whispered as she laid her head on his chest, her fingers dancing along his bicep as they laid there.

"i am?"

"without a doubt."

CHASE TWO GIRLS, LOSE THE ONE

y/n hadn’t meant to pry and prod, but chris had grown distant lately, he was off around her and she was curious. so when his phone pinged while he was in the shower, she let her curiosity get the best of her. but she wished she hadn't as she read the notification that lit up his screen.

amelia

cmon chris, you know i'm the one you rly want

every time she re-read the girl's message, it chipped away at her heart. how could chris do this her? betrayed couldn't even begin to describe how she felt. as chris' screen faded to black, she heard the water shut and she couldn't be bothered to move. she didn't realize she was crying until chris was kneeling in front of her, gently wiping her tears.

"what's wrong y/n?"

"who's amelia?"

"wait what?" chris sputtered, her question sending shockwaves through this body as she stared at him, completely unsure of who was kneeling before her.

"who is she?"

"she's no one, baby i promise."

"tell me the truth, who is she, chris?"

"i met her the night we came home from that party and i've been seeing her occasionally since." he whispered, finding no use in lying to her as she sat there, her tears of sadness becoming tears of anger as she felt her hurt settle in her heart.

"get out."

"what?"

"get out. i'm done. we're done. i'm not going to sitting around while you chase some other girl."

BUT I KNEW YOU'D LINGER LIKE A TATTOO KISS // I KNEW YOU'D HAUNT ALL MY WHAT-IFS

for months following her breakup with chris, y/n had been a shell of who she used to be. she hadn't experienced the heartbreak he caused before in her life. it had left behind a different kind of hollow in her chest. a void that no one would fill.

no one except chris.

and for months, he lingered in her life. in the back of her mind as she walked down the streets they used to walk together. the ghost of his lips pressing against her temple every time she had a migraine. the feeling of his hand beneath her sweater, fingertips mindlessly drawing shapes the small of her back as she laid in bed. the smell of his cologne stubbornly sticking to her pillow cases on his side of the bed.

he was everywhere and she couldn't forget him. he was a ghost unable to move on as she felt swallowed and suffocated by her pain. she didn't know what to do and she couldn't take the after-shocks that his infidelity put her though.

he invaded every thought she had.

what if i'm not good enough?

what if was i enough for chris?

what if they cheat on me like chris did?

what if i can't move on?

what if chris is hurting too?

he was everywhere in her mind. he haunted every possible chance she had at moving past the pain she felt.

I KNEW YOU'D MISS ME ONCE THE THRILL EXPIRED, AND YOU'D BE STANDING IN MY FRONT PORCH LIGHT, I KNEW YOU'D COME BACK TO ME

y/n knew chris would come miss her once the thrill of being with amelia had faded. she wasn't someone chris could be with long time, from what she had been told by people knew her. she knew he'd come back, he made a promise that he'd find his way back to her as he walked out of her house that night.

but as she pulled into her driveway, she found him standing under her porch light, his hair sticking to his forehead as the rain fell against it. sighing, she got out of her car, the door slamming shut behind her as she stood there.

"chris."

"i miss you."

"no. you don't get to do this chris."

"listen please." he pleaded, watching as she looked up toward the sky for a moment, her eyes closed as her shoulders fell before looked back at him, nodding and crossing her arms.

"i know i fucked up. i made the wrong choice and put someone before you and i shouldn't have. i should've never gone for her. i had a good thing going and i completely fucked it up."

"chris you need to leave, please. i can't go through that kind of pain again."

"please give me one more chance. i'll do better."

"if i let myself forgive you, i won't be able to forgive myself. i will be subjecting myself to constantly worrying that i'll never be enough for you. i'll be walking on eggshells around you, scared to push you into the arms of another girl. i cannot put myself through that again. when i found out you cheated on me, it stripped me of everything i knew. i lost my sense of stability and sense of who i was. i became someone i didn't know, i was fucking destroyed chris. so no, i cannot let you back into my life because i would be betraying the promise i made myself."

"i'm so sorry y/n, i wish i could fix my mistakes but just know, that if i can ever be forgiven by you, i'll be waiting. i'll always wait for you and i'll always love you."

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“my type didnt change, it just evolved”

okay guys… You don’t know how that pic makes me feel

OMFG 🫠 like be mine already

there’s just something abt the way chris wears a hoodie, they suit and fit him so well idk like he always makes his hoodies seem so comfortable and he just looks so cuddly

I’m from Quebec and that’s literally how they make the triplets sound in French 💀

It was an ad for Invisalign on Snapchat btw and since my first language is French, that’s why it’s in French. The video was a long time ago, yeah, but I saw it yesterday on Snapchat in French and I decided to post it here

i dont know if you guys have noticed but the triplets look tired as fuck, maybe not talk about how their content is shit for awhile? how much ever the tour might’ve gotten some people mad but it takes alot to arrange and work on something so big. “they need to up the quality of their videos” “their videos aren’t like they used to be” give them a break.

if you’re a fan you’ll believe they will do that eventually. thats it.