Hey!! Can You Write Something About Reader Going On Tour With The Triplets And When Theyre About To Go

hey!! can you write something about reader going on tour with the triplets and when they’re about to go to bed chris gets into the bunk with them because he wants to be closer?

i want to be close to you ━━ christopher sturniolo!

note: hope u like it <3333 i feel like it’s short and not good butttttttt whateverrrrr

warnings: chris laying on your boobs? 😭 also GIRLLLLLL i don’t think i’ve ever written anything that’s like this lovey??? i cringe but also i love lovey stuff but yeaaaaaa be prepared for pure fluff

you giggled silently to yourself as you watched youtube on your laptop, trying not to wake your boyfriend or his brothers up, you were the only one still awake….. or so you thought.

it was the 8th night on tour with your boyfriend, and every day was busy, night time was really the only time you had for yourself, so you really enjoyed it.

“what are you doing?” you heard someone mumble, you weren’t sure which one it was……sometimes they sounded too identical, especially when mumbling.

your face was full of dismay, scared you woke one of the three brothers up. you paused your youtube video, opened up your bunk’s curtain, and peered your head over the bunk’s railing. “what?” you asked softly, still scared of being loud.

“what are you doing?” the voice came from the bunk below you, your boyfriend’s bunk.

“i’m watching youtube.” you whisper back with a smile, although you’re basically smiling to yourself, he couldn’t see you.

“can i come up?” chris asks, although there’s definitely not enough room for both of you to fit, the tour bunks were way too small for comfort. “yes.” you giggle. you loved when your boyfriend wanted to be closer to you, you loved feeling wanted.

christopher stomped his way up to your bunk, seeming to not care that his brothers were sleeping literally 3 feet away. before you knew it chris was crawling his way up your body, and just plopping his dead weight onto you. “i miss you.” he says, resting his head on your boob.

“what do you mean? i’m right here.” you giggle.

“tours been draining, i don’t get to spend as much time with you. i just always want to be by you and i’m sad i can’t be.” chris is still laying on top of you, you can’t see his facial expressions as he’s talking but you can tell he really means what he’s saying.

“i miss you too.” you give him reassurance.

“i just want to be close to you.” he moves his head so he’s now looking at you, it’s dark but somehow his blue eyes are still sparkling as he looks at you. “you’re so beautiful y/n. i love you, i really do.” you always knew your boyfriend could get emotional at night, but not like this.

“i love you too.”

“kiss?” he puckered his lips and squinted his eyes dramatically.

“so that’s the real reason why you came up here?” you moved your hand on top of his head, rubbing your fingers through his hair.

“nooooooo.”

can you write an angst where matt being in his tough guy phase starts acting too good for his gf but they make up

thank you so much for the ask! you can find this here.

twistor

request : no i’m just whipped for this man

warnings: none. maybe y/n being a savage but that’s about all.

summary: you and the triplets have your monthly game night

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

“bro can you spin the freaking wheel already?” matt shouts at chris “my arm is bent like way out of place and nick’s butt is in my face.”

“actually your face is in my butt.” nick corrects.

you groan as you continue to hold the awkward stance that chris has led you to in this round of twistor.

“i bet you wish that was y/n’s butt in your face, right matt?”

you blush and matt looks away as chris continues to bully the two of you.

you and matt had been dating for 2 years now. even though you have a game night every month with your boyfriend and his two brothers, chris never fails to make a remark about your relationship with his brother.

“chris shut your trap before i come over there and shove my fist down your throat” you shout.

“ohhh you got yourself one feisty girl matt.” chris says. “anyway… right hand red.”

when chris finally says that you, nick, and matt all go to put your right hand on red, but instead you and matt end up with both your hands on the same spot.

“matt….”

“yeah?”

“move your hand.”

“what if i don’t wanna?”

“then i’ll do this.” nick chimes in, pushing matt on top of you.

“NICK” you shout. “wait til i get my hands on you.”

nick chuckles as he shouts, “ i wonnnnn! i wonnn! suck it lovebirds.” this leads to nick then parading around the house like an absolute numbskull, all while matt is still laying on top of you.

“hi” you whisper.

“hi” matt says back.

you then lean up to press a lingering kiss on matt’s lips.

“EWWWWW NIIIICKKKKK MATT AND Y/N ARE SWAPPING SPIT ON THE TWISTER MATTTT.”

you pull away right as matt hops off you.

“come here chris.”

“nah.”

“i’m not gonna hurt you… i’m just gonna do this.”

matt then jumps on chris and they start play fighting.

you stand up and brush yourself off then start picking up the games from tonight’s festivities.

“nick get your butt in here and help me pick this junk up.” you shout through the house.

“sorry i only talk to winners.” he says as he sticks his tongue out at you, matt, and chris.

you flip him off as matt comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“you ready to go to bed..?”

“yeah… if i stay awake any longer nick won’t be able to wake up in the morning.”

you guys should give me requests im literally crawling through a dry desert without requests

PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS IM DYING WITH NOTHING TO WRITE WITH🤬

sweetheart -

chris sturniolo

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pairing ↝ f!reader x chris

cw ↝ suggestive content i guess? idk depends if you’re soft 🤣 lowercase intended

AN ↝ HI i was in the mood to write 🙏 not proofread

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you pull his blankets over your head and sigh. it was unusually cold in his room; or, his absence from his side of the bed just swallowed all of the warmth in the room. chris had gotten into the shower 20 minutes ago and the impatience was starting to settle in.

it was a friday night, but you two decided on a quiet night in consisting of takeout, and a movie that you’d noticed had chris’s eyes falling heavy. half way through, you’d paused it and decided that you two would get ready for bed. he had raised his head from its spot on your lap lazily, dragged his feet into the bathroom, and turned on the water without a word. his exhaustion was evident. you then made your way into his room, engulfing yourself beneath his blankets and began the wait.

the gentle flowing of the stream sounded into his room. you stared at the ceiling for some time, shivering, before the room was suddenly swallowed with silence; followed by the soft opening of the door, and his entry.

he peeked his head over to you and twisted his lips into a grin. “cold?” he questioned, slightly shaking his head to rid of the extra water.

his pajama plaids clung to his hips, his towel he had used in his hand. you took a moment to stare before remembering to reply, forcing an “mhm” out from your chest and looking away from him. he let out a small laugh.

soft rustling is heard before your vision is blacked out. confused, you wave your hands in front of you. your hands are met with a soft, thick material; he had launched a sweatshirt of his at your face. smiling, you pull it over your head and look up at him. he’s watching you with a small, accomplished smirk.

“you’re such a sweetheart,” you joke, pulling his blankets back over your head, expecting a dip in the mattress next to you and a sarcastic remark. instead, you are met with his silence and the quiet creaking of the floor beneath his steps. you pull his blankets back down from over your head to look at him.

calm is written on his face, only a small upturn of his lips evident. he holds eye contact.

“you don’t think?” he asks.

he takes a few more steps, and suddenly the air is thick and it is hard to breathe. you smile and nod. “i do,” you whisper. “yes, i do.”

he is against the bed now, still not joining you, but now within reach. you scoot closer to him. he shrinks himself down to your level and places a small, short kiss on your lips. you both say nothing before he places another, and another, and another, before swiftly moving to your jaw, and then your neck, and then your collarbone. the pecks started quickly, but ended slowly, his mouth lingering on your neck and collarbone in a sweet, open mouth kiss. your breathing is erratic and unstable, shaky. he, on the other hand, his calm and unaffected.

to your dismay, he removes his mouth from your collarbone and gently pushes your shoulder, signaling to move and make room for him on his bed. you scoot away slightly; just enough for him to fit. once settled, he pushed you on your back and lays himself on top of you. he rests his head on your chest.

“i’m glad” he whispers, water droplets from his damp hair soaking into your skin. you’re sure that he can hear your pulse thumping in your chest. you flush in embarrassment.

you drag your fingers through his hair slowly, mindlessly. he mumbles incoherently for a few minutes before sleep swallows him whole.