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chris showed up late, like usual.
but you didnβt show up to school.
which wasnβt that weird. everyone ditched sometimes, but you always told him when you did. youβd send him a test like βim faking sick heeheeβ or βmath can choke.β but today? nothing.
he noticed.
by lunch, he was fidgety. by last period, he was texting you again even though you hadnβt replied the first three times. and by sunset, he was standing outside your house, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, bouncing on the balls of his feet like he didnβt know if he was allowed to knock.
you opened the door after the second time he rang. your eyes were puffy.
he didnβt ask. just held up the cookies he had baked and the heated blanket from his bed you knew he loved. "macadamia nut. your favourite."
you stepped aside to let him in. wordless.
you sat on your bed with your knees pulled up. he dropped beside you, careful not to brush your arm. the silence was thick, soft, not awkward. not with him.
"was itβ" he started, then stopped himself. didnβt want to say the guyβs name. the one who made your voice lighter when you talked about him. the one who wasnβt chris.
you nodded before he could finish. your chin wobbled like you were trying really hard not to cry again.
"he kissed someone else," you said, barely a whisper. "I saw him."
chris didnβt speak.
he reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away. you didnβt. so he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, gentle and warm.
and then you broke.
not loud or dramatic. just a slow, silent kind of heartbreak that crumpled you inward until you were curled against him, fingers gripping his hoodie, tears soaking the fabric. he held you tighter.
"heβs an idiot," chris said quietly. "he had you, and he still looked for something else. thatβs the dumbest thing anyoneβs ever done."
you didnβt answer. your breath hitched. he felt it against his chest.
you stayed like that for a long time. too long. long enough for his arm to go numb, for his hoodie to get cold from the damp.
he didnβt move.
because for the first time, you let yourself fall apart in front of him. and he wouldβve held you there forever, if you let him.
AAAUUAUAUGGGG I NEED ME A BSF!CHRIS GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEE
(this is still a "flashback" to highschool btw!!! lwk debating making the whole AU in highschool though)
ok i am SICK and tired of being shadowbanned, i like to pretend i dont care about notes and interaction but i need the validation and i feel like shit rn...
soooo im trying ONE MORE TIME to transfer to another account.
im going to be on @viviansturns2 and im going to do that thing where I tag all my followers but very slowly because i dont want to trigger some spam detection and get shadowbanned
i swear to god if that account gets restricted i will be deactivating and you guys can kiss me GOODBYE bc omg im losing it
also if staff does ever get back to me ill probably move back here!
wahoo.
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... in which you finally graduate alongside chris, and you think about your future
wc: 2.5k
cw: potential underage drinking (depends on where you live)
GRADUATION
You fiddle nervously with the top of your graduation cap, standing in a crowd of classmates. Today was the day that every 12th grader was waiting for. Graduation.
You searched around for the triplets, but they were nowhere to be seen. You hadnβt seen Chris for the past week. Wellβ maybe youβd been avoiding him. Ever since that late night that youβd almost kissed him, you didnβt know how to feel.
Youβd been so close. The way he had looked at you was not like a best friend.
And now you couldnβt even look at him.
You squint into the crowd, praying the triplets would magically appear and distract you from the spiraling in your chest. You hated this. The not-knowing. The ache.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket.
Chris:Congrats, you beat highschool iβm looking for u
Your stomach flips.
He was acting like everything was normal. Like you didnβt almost cross that boundary you had made a long time ago.
You: where are ui feel like iβm gonna barf
Chris:left side near the fountainiβll hold ur hair if u do
You let out a shaky breath, both laughing and absolutely dying inside. That was the problem with him. He never stopped being your best friend. Even when you werenβt sure thatβs all he was.
You follow the current of students and there he is, leaning against the stone edge, cap in hand, hair messy and face calm.
βHey,β he says, pushing off the fountain.
βHey.β You stop a foot away. Arms crossed. Guard up.
He studies you for a second, then frowns slightly. βYou mad at me or something?β
βNo,β you lie, voice tight. βWhy would I be?β
βI donβt know.β He shrugs, but itβs too careful. βJust havenβt heard from you all week.β
You look away. βBeen busy.β
βLook, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable that night.β he blurts out. You just watch him.
βCβmon, you know me, I fuck around.β he adds sincerely. βI was just joking about the mouthwash thing, I never meant to make you feel like this.β
βI wasnβt mad,β you say quickly, tone clipped.
Chris looks at you with wide sad eyes. βThen why have you been avoiding me?β
βI havenβt,β you lie. Badly. βI was just... busy. University plans. Family stuff. You know.β
He studies your face for a second too long, then nods slowly. βRight. Just... I was kinda worried I made things weird.β
Your heart lurches, but you force a laugh. βNo. You didnβt. Nothing happened, Chris.β
βI know, butββ
βSeriously,β you cut in, too fast. βItβs not a thing. We were just being stupid. You always say dumb shit when youβre high on sugar. Thereβs nothing happening.β
He opens his mouth like heβs about to say something, but heβs uninterrupted by a crackle on the speakers overhead.
βGood afternoon graduates and family, please make your way to the field to your assigned seats. The ceremony will be commencing shortly.β
With a smile, Chris raises his eyebrows.
βI guess itβs time,β he says. Before you reply, he leans in for a quick tight hug.
βBreak a leg, bug.β Despite the awkwardness that had gone on prior, you can't help but smile at the nickname.
βYou too, Chris.β
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The sun beats down over the field, a sea of dark navy gowns rippling in every direction. Folding chairs stretch in clean lines, students fidgeting, fixing tassels, craning to find their parents in the crowd. You sit stiffly in your assigned row, hands folded over your lap.
You try to focus on the valedictorian speech, but god the ceremony has been going on for awhile.
Your gaze keeps flicking up to the other rows. You spot Matt firstβhat tilted too far back, sunglasses on. Heβs not even pretending to listen, whispering something to Nick beside him.Β
The names start.
One by one, students walk the stage to polite applause. You clap automatically. Your row inches closer.
And thenβ
βy/n, l/n.β
The sound of your name is a jolt. You stand, legs weirdly loose. Smile fixed. Walk like you practiced in the mirror.
Youβre halfway across the stage as you shake your teachersβ hands, and you look out into the crowd of students. It was a strange feeling to see all the faces youβd come to recognize, knowing theyβd soon be nothing but memories. High school ending felt like losing a part of your childhoodβyou weren't just a kid anymore.
As you take your diploma, you hear a particularly loud scream over the round of applause.
βWOOOO! THATβS MY GIRL!β
You snap your head toward the bleachers. Chris is on his feet, cupping his hands around his mouth, face lit up. Mattβs beside him howling like heβs at a concert. Nickβs clapping with his whole body, and your other collection of friends who are sitting in different rows are cheering as well, and it really makes you feel seenβ wanted.
You canβt help it and you laugh on stage. Your smile turns real and wide and borderline embarrassing. You shake your head and walk the rest of the stage.
You donβt stop smiling the whole way back to your seat.
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When the ceremony ends, caps fly into the air like popcorn. People scream. Someone starts crying. You barely remember standing before youβre pulled into a wave of hugs and selfies and yearbook signing pens clicking everywhere.
Then you see him.
Chris is walking toward you, gown flapping, grinning so wide itβs actually stupid. βy/n!β
You meet him halfway and before you know it, youβre in his arms. He lifts you a little off the ground and spins you once, laughing into your hair.
βJesus,β you laugh as he sets you down, arms still loosely wrapped around you. βYou beat highschool!β
You pull back just enough to look at him, eyes bright. βWe both did.β
He nods, gaze soft now. βIβm really fucking proud of you.β
Your throat tightens.
βIβm serious,β he adds, brushing a hand over the top of your grad cap, knocking it sideways. βYouβre my best friend. I donβt even know what I wouldβve done without you this year.β
You blink a little too fast. βDonβt start getting sentimental on me, Chrββ
βToo late,β he says, pulling you in again, voice quieter. βI mean it. Iβm so fucking grateful for you.β
You press your forehead against his shoulder, the warm smell of him under the gown hitting you all at once.
From somewhere nearby, Matt yells, βOkay, thatβs enough, get a room!β
Nick throws a rolled-up program at him. βShut up, theyβre having a moment.β
You pull back laughing, cheeks burning. βYeah, yeah, donβt make this weird. But... thanks, Chris. For everything.β
He smiles, squeezing your hand. βAlways, bugβ
βHey,β Chris says after a beat, thumb brushing the edge of your palm. βYou still going to Jamieβs tonight?β
You blink. βThe party?β
βYeah. I heard she rented a bounce castle.β
You laugh. βThat feels aggressively on-brand.β
βShe also got one of those big inflatable screens. Gonna project the High School Musical 3 grad scene at midnight.β
βOh my god.β You press your hand to your mouth. βWhy do I want to cry already?β
Chris grins. βBecause youβre nostalgic and soft inside.β
You shove his shoulder. βShut up.β
He bumps into you on purpose as you start walking toward the school parking lot, your gowns swishing side by side.
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The party is already thumping when you get there. Lights flashing, music bleeding into the street, bodies pressed shoulder-to-shoulder on the porch and spilling out onto the lawn. You clutch your phone a little tighter as you step over the thresholdβinstantly hit with the smell of chips, sweat, and some sort of suspicious fruit punch.
You recognize a few classmates right awayβsomeoneβs dancing on the coffee table, Jamieβs waving around a glow stick like a lightsaber, and a kid from your business class is throwing up in a flowerbed.
Youβre barely ten feet in before someone loops an arm around your shoulders.
βThere she is,β Chris says, breath warm against your ear.
You look up and canβt help but smile. βYou made it.β
βI said I would.β He glances down at you. βDidnβt think youβd flake on me.β
You roll your eyes. βPlease. Iβm only here because itβs graduation night.β
βmhm,β he says, but thereβs a beat of silence, and then he addsβquieterββYou look nice, by the way.β
Your heart gives one of those stupid traitor-flips. You glance away. βItβs literally the same dress I wore to the winter formal.β
βYeah,β he says, βbut that was six months ago. Youβre a graduate now. It hits different.β
You bump his arm with your elbow, face burning. βYouβre so annoying.β
Heβs smiling, but softer now. βYou looooove it.β
Before you can reply, Matt appears out of nowhere holding a red cup the size of his head.
βShots outside in ten! I better see both of you!β
Chris waves him off, grimacing. βGo find someone else to poison.β
Matt points dramatically. βYouβll regret this when youβre sober and everyoneβs having fun!β
He disappears into the crowd. You and Chris glance at each other and laugh.
βWanna sit for a sec?β Chris nods toward the stairs, just barely quieter up there.
You follow him up and perch on the steps, side by side, watching the chaos below. The party hums beneath your feet, but the moment between you two feels just a little more still.
βKind of crazy, huh?β he says.
βWhat is?β
βAll of it. School being over. Everyone moving on. Feels like we blinked and it was done.β
You nod, thumb rubbing absently at the glow bracelet in your hands. βI donβt think itβs really hit me yet.β
He watches you, quiet for a second. βSo, you excited about uni?β
βGod yes,β you say, grinning. βUCLA business, who wouldβve thought?β
βI did.β he said, putting an arm around your shoulder. βIβve watched you work hard for 4 years, do you really think it would get you nowhere?β
You smile shyly and shake your head. βThanks, Chris.β
You hesitate for a second. βHave you thought more about what you're gonna do? After this, I mean?β
He nods, slowly. βI mean yeah. Iβm not going too far from boston. Matt, Nick, and Iβweβre gonna go all in on YouTube. Stay close to home, keep at it. I think weβve really got something.β
You pick at the edge of your sleeve. βYou ever think about doing that in LA? With the whole influencer sceneβ¦ and, yβknow, Iβll be there.β
He looks over at you, surprised. βLA?β
You shrug, trying to sound casual. βJust... if you guys ever wanted a change of scenery. Or a fresh start. It could be cool.β
He doesnβt say anything for a moment. Just shifts slightly, like the ideaβs too big to hold all at once. βI dunno. Iβve always figured Iβd stay around here. Family, comfort zone, you know? Besides, LA influencers get likeβ cocky? I guess. I don't know if thatβs someone Iβd want to become.β
βYeah, I get it.β You glance at him, voice a little softer now. βI just think... itβd be nice. Not being so far.β
He looks at you like heβs storing the thought away somewhere deeper than he lets on. βIβll think about it.β
You smile. Then someone yells something unintelligible from the kitchen and a loud crash follows. You both flinch.
Chris snorts. βPartyβs peaking.β
You laugh, standing and holding a hand out to him. βCome on. Letβs go make sure Matt didnβt, like, light something on fire.β
βWouldnβt be the first time,β he mutters, grabbing your hand and letting you pull him up.
The rest of the night passes in a blur of plastic cups and bad dancing. Nick tries to DJ off someoneβs Spotify playlist and keeps skipping songs halfway through. You and Chris end up sitting shoulder to shoulder on a sagging couch outside for most of it, sharing a bag of chips someone left on a patio chair.
By the time the party winds down and people start calling Ubers, youβre barely awake. You climb into the backseat of Mattβs car with him while Nick slouches against the window up front.
You lean your head against Chrisβs shoulder in the back, slowly melting into him until youβre practically laying on his chest.
He looks at you softly, like youβre something fragile and golden in his armsβlike the night could end right there and he wouldnβt mind one bit.
His hand drifts to your back, gentle, steady. βYou good?β he murmurs, voice low and close.
You nod, eyes fluttering shut. βMhm. Just tired.β
He just rubs small circles into your back, and he feels hollow.
Because thisβthis right hereβis everything he wants. You curled into him, fitting like you always have. Trusting him enough to let your guard down. But itβs not enough, not really. Not when he thinks you donβt feel the same.
Not the way he does.
He rests his cheek on the top of your head and closes his eyes, trying to memorize the weight of you against him. Trying not to wonder how many more nights like this heβll get before youβre goneβoff to UCLA, off to a life that doesnβt have room for him.
You shift a little in your sleep, hand fisting lightly in his hoodie, and he lets out a breath he didnβt know he was holding.
Maybe he was meant to go to LA.
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(the next morning)
βAbsolutely fucking not,β said Matt, hands crossed over his chest, glaring at Chris. Youβd already gone home earlier in the morning, saying something about packing.
βThis is home. You canβt just leave.β
Chris exhaled hard. βIβm not leaving, dude. Iβm talking if we blow up. If it actually happens. LA could make sense.β
βOh, come on,β Matt snapped. βJust say it. Youβre only saying that because y/nβs going to be there.β
Chris froze for a second. βWhat?β
βYou think I donβt see it?β Mattβs voice sharpened. βYouβve been different ever since she got into UCLA. Now suddenly LAβs not that bad?β
Chrisβs jaw clenched. βThatβs not fair. Iβm thinking long-term. About what weβve been building.β
Matt shook his head. βNo, you're thinking with your dick.β
βJesus Matt,β Nick muttered from the couch. βDonβt be an asshole.β
βI care about her,β Chris admitted, voice tight. βYeah. Iβm not gonna pretend I donβt. But thatβs not all this is.β
Nick raised a brow. βSo then... what is it?β
Chris looked between them, suddenly a little more serious. βItβs not about abandoning anyone. Bostonβs home. Weβd visit. Weβd fly back whenever. Our familyβs here. But if weβre serious about this YouTube thing, about actually making something of it, donβt we owe it to ourselves to go where the opportunities are?β
Matt frowned, βWeβve literally shit on LA in videos. All there is are overpriced apartments and a bunch of TikTokers doing thirst traps in front of Erewhon. Havenβt you seen the influencers there? They all become cocky assholes that donβt care about their fans.β
βIβm not asking for us to pack up tomorrow,β Chris added. βIβm sayingβif we blow up. If weβre really doing it. We go. Together.β
The room went quiet for a second.
Then Nick, ever the diplomat, leaned forward and shrugged. βI mean... it wouldnβt be forever. And if it sucked, weβd just come back.β
Chris nodded. βExactly.β
Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. βFine. Ifβbig big big fucking ifβwe blow up... weβll talk about it.β
Chris cracked a small, hopeful smile. βThatβs all Iβm asking.β
AYYYYY GUESS WHO FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING OVER 500 WORDS???
im so excited.
btw guys y/n is a business BADDIE who's about to get a degree at the one an only UCLA cause she dont need NO man.
also poor chris i feel bad for him atp... i swear ill switch it up soon gimme like 2 more fics.
um also if you were wondering here's the link to the program shes going to <3 (here) very important details fr
where should bsf!chris and bsf!reader go to uni?
LA (y/n goes to uni and the triplets pursue content creation)
stay in boston but move out
fuck university! (triplets content creation + y/n going straight to work)
new york
california (not LA)
disclaimer, in none of these possibilities will chris and y/n be in the same university, BUT they will be in close proximity
also im about to go ham on the specific programs and degrees that y/n is going for because im obsessed with grades and education <3
GUYS im going to my first party and im so excitedddd!! i hope i dont get roofied!
i snorted reading this @sturniolohohoho
it was sweaty and SO loud my ears haven't stopped ringing. i also did not get roofied because its a highschool semi π
GUYS im going to my first party and im so excitedddd!! i hope i dont get roofied!
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He was already leaning against the streetlight when you showed up, hoodie up, one hand on his phone, and the otherβhe was wearing what looked suspiciously like your favorite hair tie.
βYou stole that,β you said as you walked up.
He smirked. βBorrowed. Temporarily. Itβs good for, umβ¦ luck. Gotta look good for my midnight date.β
βNot a date,β you said, but your voice didnβt sound all that convincing.
βI know,β he said. βMβjust kidding.β
As the two of you started walking toward the corner, he leaned over a little and sniffed you.
βYou smell really good.β
βIβm wearing perfume.β You opened your mouth. Closed it. ββ¦It was already on.β
He looked pleased, glancing away like the streetlight suddenly needed inspecting. βOh.β
The ice cream place was empty, humming with soft music and fluorescent lights that felt too loud for how late it was. You headed for the freezer, scanning the tubs like it was a life-or-death decision.
βCookies and cream,β Chris guessed.
You squinted at him. βHowβd you know?β
βYou always get it. You pretend to debate, then pick it anyway. Like a fraud.β
You scoffed. βOkay, stalker.β
He stepped beside you, closer than necessary. βI just pay attention.β
Your arm brushed his. He didnβt move away.
βWhatβre you getting?β you asked, a little breathless. βMint chip?β
βItβs green and amazing.β
βIt tastes like mouthwash.β
βYou taste like mouthwash.β
βYou donβt know that.β
He pausedβjust half a secondβeyes flicking up like he wasnβt sure if he was allowed to grin that hard. Then he said, βYet.β
You stared at him.
Something shifted.
His smile faltered a little. Not in a bad wayβjust softer, quieter. His gaze dropped to your lips, fast, like maybe you wouldnβt catch it.
βGraduationβs next week,β he said, barely above a whisper.
You blinked. βYeah.β
He nodded, looking at you again. Really looking. βFeels like everythingβs about to change.β
Your heart was way too loud in your ears. βChrisβ¦β
You didnβt finish the sentence. Neither did he.
He leaned in just a little. You didnβt move. His hand was suddenly at your elbow, thumb brushing gently, like he wasnβt sure he was allowed to touch you at all.
And thenβ The freezer door slammed shut behind you. You both jumped.
He coughed, taking a step back. βIβuh. Mouthwash. Yeah. Mint chip it is.β
You turned back to the tubs quickly, pretending to be so fascinated by frozen dairy. But your face was warm. Too warm. And you werenβt thinking about graduation anymore.
You were thinking about what wouldβve happened if that door hadnβt slammed.
first fic is out tn!!!! its time for grad
dividers by @strangergraphics
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chris likes youβ he's liked you since the day you met, but has always been just too subtle about it. now he's your guy best friend and BALLS deep in the friend zone.
you don't like him... or do you? feelings are confusing.
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(in chronological order)
highschool, boston:
how you met ... in which you meet chris for the first time
call me bug ...in which chris gives you a nickname
another guy made you cry ...in which chris comforts you after heartbreak
prom day ...in which your date ditches you
university, ???:
sleep w me ... in which chris wakes up with you
massage ... in which chris gives you a relieving massage
I can be in love with somebody but still be fine with not doing anything about it
Each blurb and fic is in chronological order, and there will be story progression, but not strictly in series format.
comment to be tagged for all my works
dividers by @strangergraphics
what do we think about the new theme + moodboards heeeheeee????
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(highschool)
Youβd spent hours getting ready.
You started too early because you couldnβt sit still. Hair curled and pinned, makeup done with a precision you only ever bothered with on special occasions. The dressβdark red satin, clinging to the right places had been a splurge. Something you justified as a once-in-a-lifetime thing, even if a part of you wished you were going with someone elseβor maybe just with your friends.
Still, youβd smiled when your date rang the doorbell. Youβd smiled when he told you you looked cute, even if his eyes flicked too fast and he kept checking his phone. You let it go. You wanted tonight to be good.
But it didnβt stay good.
The compliments stopped when his friends showed up. You were suddenly quiet in the passenger seat, laughing at jokes you didnβt really get. At the venue, he walked two steps ahead of you. Introduced you as βmy dateβ. Wandered off somewhere between βUptown Funkβ and βMr. Brightside.β
By the one-hour mark, you were checking the exits.
By two, you were sipping flat punch and pretending you didnβt want to throw up. here you are, alone on prom day.
By three, you were standing against the far wall, blinking fast so no one would see your mascara smudge.
You didnβt text Chris. You thought about it, twice. But your pride got in the way. He was probably with his friends, having the βboys nightβ theyβd been hyping up for weeks.
So you didnβt call him.
But he still found you.
βIs this spot taken?β he asked, nodding to the wall beside you like it was a chair. His voice was easy. Familiar.
You turned, startled. βWhatβre you doing here? Isnβt this your boys night or something?β
βI heard your date was an idiot.β
You swallowed. βWho told you that?β
βUmm. I donβt know. I had a feeling.β
He shrugged, his grin crooked. βI figured if I were a decent guy with a license and a soft spot for you, Iβd find you. Just in case you needed rescuing.β
You tried to smile, but your face felt stiff. βAnd are you?β
βWhat?β
βA decent guy. With a license. And a soft spot for me.β
Chris paused. βDepends.β Then: βWill you dance with me?β
You stared at him. His hair had been brushed backβan actual attempt at grooming. He wore a sharp black suit with a crisp white shirt, clearly coordinated with Matt, though Matt was nowhere in sight.
He was gazing at you with a look you couldnβt quite placeβsoft, safe.
Just you.
So you nodded. βYeah. Okay.β
He didnβt say anything for a moment. Just smiledβsoft and stunned and golden, like heβd been waiting for this.
Then he held out his hand. You took it. His palm was warm, fingers steady as he pulled you toward the center of the room.
It wasnβt a slow song. The music was too upbeat, too loud. But Chris didnβt care. He wrapped an arm around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you leaned in, mascara smudged, heart cracked.
He rested his chin on your shoulder like this was what heβd come for all along.
βYouβre the prettiest girl here, bug,β he murmured.
You choked out a laugh. βChris.β
βWhat? Iβm not lying.β
He pulled back slightly to look at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. βDonβt look at me like that. Itβs not my fault you showed up looking like a princess.β
You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. He caught it.
βI didnβt even know people could glow,β he added. βIt might just be you.β
You raised a brow. βAre you flirting with me right now?β
βNo,β he said instantly. Then paused. βWellβkind of. But not in a weird way.β
You waited, skeptical.
He scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. βLike. In a βyou deserve to feel good tonightβ way.β
You exhaled. βSoβ¦ pity flirting.β
βNo! Supportive flirting.β
You snorted, then laughed.
Chris looked proud. βPlus, Iβm not letting an asshole be the last one to call you pretty.β
You tilted your head. βYouβre such a golden retriever.β
His entire face lit up. βGood. Those guys are loyal as hell.β
The song shifted, finally slowing. The lights dimmed slightly, and people around you began coupling off. You moved in closer without thinking. Chris didnβt hesitate and just pulled you in.
Your head dropped to his chest. Your heartbeat was steady. His wasnβt.
βI almost left,β you admitted.
βIβm glad you didnβt.β
βI was gonna Uber home.β
βThen I wouldβve just shown up at your house and made you slow dance in the kitchen,β he said easily. βLike a rom-com. One of the good ones.β
You chuckled. βEw Chris, weβre only slow dancing because weβre at prom and my date ditched me.β
He squeezed your hand gently. βYeah.β
You fell silent. The music carried on.
Then you whispered, βI thought tonight would feel different. I thought itβd be romantic, and fun.β
βIs this not that?β You chuckle like heβs joking.
βItβs fun at least,β you respond.
When the song ended, he didnβt pull away.
βSo,β he said. βYou wanna leave?β
You blinked. βWhat?β
βI have a car. Thereβs a diner like ten minutes away. Itβs kind of a dump. The fries are good.β
You hesitated.
He smiled softly. βWe can stay. But if Iβm being honest, you deserve more than this gym floor and bad music and guys who walk away.β
Your chest squeezed.
βYeah,β you said. βOkay. Letβs go.β
He didnβt cheer or joke, and just walked out with you with an arm draped over your shoulder.
Outside, the air was cooler. You hadnβt realized how stuffy it was inside.
Chris opened the passenger door for you. Waited until you were buckled in before jogging around the front.x
Once inside, he turned the key. The engine hummed to life.
Neither of you spoke for a moment.
βThanks for dancing with me,β he said quietly.
βThanks for showing up,β you replied.
βI always will.β
βYouβre a good friend, Chrisβ
He visibly swallowed. βYeah,β he croaked out. βGood friend.β
balls deep in the friend zone i fear...
im lwk feeling like turning this into a au + series thing what do you guys think?? each part of the series would be a big story development while i keep making burbs and shit.
im in a big dilemma whether or not to keep it a highschool au or also university?? helpppp
also i love you guys sm it makes me so happy when you guys comment n shit <33333
FUCK YOU TOO - Final Part
Intro 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
summary: ness gives birth??? guys idk where this series even ended up but yeah
c/w: very vague descriptions of birth and pregnancy, angst, crying, fluff
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(highschool)
you missed his call while you were at dinner. when you see his name on your screen with the little voicemail icon, you expect something quickβ"happy birthday,β something joke-y, but itβs nearly a full minute long.
you press play.
"hey. okay. so. happy birthday, obviously. thatβs what this is. the birthday call. uhβi was gonna sing but i chickened out."
a soft laugh.
"anyway. i was thinking about that first time we met in calculus when i was sitting next to you, and I just had to know what you were drawing. and you called me a golden retriever and we got ice cream after schoolβ
thereβs a pause. like heβs waiting to see if that memory lands, even though youβre not there.
"also i still have your hair tie. from, like, last month? you left it in my car and i was gonna give it back, but i donβt know. emotional support elastic or whatever."
another pause. a breath.
"youβre kind ofβ¦ youβre just one of my favorite people, i guess. not βcause youβre, like, always nice. βcause youβre you. and you let me be me. and thatβsβthatβs really rare. and cool."
your heart does something weird.
he keeps going, softer now.
"okay i feel like iβm talking too much. this is so long. sorry. iβm gonna hang up."
a beat.
"love you. not in a weird way. i meanβnot likeβi justβokay bye."
click.
MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAA
lmk when you guys are bored of tiny burbs and if you want the story to progress, or you want some longer fics!
also PLEASE send in requests im itching to write
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(highschool)
it was lateβlike post-midnight, everything-is-closed kind of late. youβd left the diner because it was getting cold and loud, and now you were perched on the hood of chrisβs car, the engine ticking quietly beneath you. headlights off, stars out, just the two of you in an empty parking lot.
you pulled your hoodie tighter around your arms. chris noticed immediately.
βwant mine?β he asked, halfway already out of his.
you rolled your eyes. βiβm fine.β
he hesitated. gave you a look like, please let me be useful, but didnβt push it. instead, he nudged your shoe with his.
βso,β he said, voice low and soft, βwhere do you think weβll be in five years?β
you snorted. βuh, probably broke. probably failing to pay off student loans.β
he laughed, head tipping back slightly. βnah, not you. youβll be the one who makes it.β
you glanced over at him. βwhat about you?β
βi dunno.β he looked forward again. βhopefully near you.β
you pretended not to hear that part.
he kept going. βi just think youβre, likeβ¦ one of those people who makes other people feel like things are gonna be okay.β
your heart paused.
ββ¦what?β
βnothing.β he rubbed the back of his neck. βjust saying. youβre kinda magic, thatβs all, bug.β
you visibly made a face, then laughed. βbug?β
his eyes widened. visibly panicked. like a dog who got caught.
βiβshitβi didnβt mean to say that out loud.β
βis that a nickname?β you asked, grinning now.
βnoβi mean yesβbut like, not in a weird wayβi justβsometimes i call you that in my headβforget it.β
you leaned back on your hands, smiling at the sky now. βyou call me bug?β
ββ¦sometimes.β
βand you think about it in your head?β
βi think about a lot of things in my headβ
you glance at him. βmhmβ
βmhm..β
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REBLOGS GREATLY GREATLY APPRECIATED BC IM SHADOWBANNED
i have a theory that this is only reaching my followers and not the sturniolo tags...
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chris showed up late, like usual.
but you didnβt show up to school.
which wasnβt that weird. everyone ditched sometimes, but you always told him when you did. youβd send him a test like βim faking sick heeheeβ or βmath can choke.β but today? nothing.
he noticed.
by lunch, he was fidgety. by last period, he was texting you again even though you hadnβt replied the first three times. and by sunset, he was standing outside your house, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, bouncing on the balls of his feet like he didnβt know if he was allowed to knock.
you opened the door after the second time he rang. your eyes were puffy.
he didnβt ask. just held up the cookies he had baked and the heated blanket from his bed you knew he loved. "macadamia nut. your favourite."
you stepped aside to let him in. wordless.
you sat on your bed with your knees pulled up. he dropped beside you, careful not to brush your arm. the silence was thick, soft, not awkward. not with him.
"was itβ" he started, then stopped himself. didnβt want to say the guyβs name. the one who made your voice lighter when you talked about him. the one who wasnβt chris.
you nodded before he could finish. your chin wobbled like you were trying really hard not to cry again.
"he kissed someone else," you said, barely a whisper. "I saw him."
chris didnβt speak.
he reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away. you didnβt. so he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, gentle and warm.
and then you broke.
not loud or dramatic. just a slow, silent kind of heartbreak that crumpled you inward until you were curled against him, fingers gripping his hoodie, tears soaking the fabric. he held you tighter.
"heβs an idiot," chris said quietly. "he had you, and he still looked for something else. thatβs the dumbest thing anyoneβs ever done."
you didnβt answer. your breath hitched. he felt it against his chest.
you stayed like that for a long time. too long. long enough for his arm to go numb, for his hoodie to get cold from the damp.
he didnβt move.
because for the first time, you let yourself fall apart in front of him. and he wouldβve held you there forever, if you let him.
AAAUUAUAUGGGG I NEED ME A BSF!CHRIS GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEE
(this is still a "flashback" to highschool btw!!! lwk debating making the whole AU in highschool though)
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he showed up late.
of course he did. first monday of the semester and he strolled into homeroom with a hoodie half-on, a backpack he didnβt bother zipping, and a sort of scared look on his face like he didnβt mean to be lateβhe just got distracted by something on the way, or forgot where the classroom was.
"chris," the teacher sighed, already exhausted by him and it was barely 9:07. "take the empty seat in the back."
the seat next to her.
you didnβt look up at first. your headphones were in, pencil moving, not really listening to anything around you. he sat down with a plop, and you felt him watching you, practically vibrating with curiosity at what you were doing.
"yo," he whispered, leaning way too far into your space. "whatβre you drawing?"
you lean away from the sudden intrusion. "boundaries," you said flatly.
he blinked, then let out a cackle that could only be described as too much.
"that was good," he grinned. "iβm chris."
you gave him a look. "yeah, i got that from the teacher."
he didnβt take the hint. of course he didnβt. the rest of class, he kept fidgetingβtapping his pen, bouncing his knee, spinning a coin on his desk like he was at home and not in calculus.
at one point, you caught him not subtly trying to glance at your homework.
"seriously?" you muttered, dragging your notebook a few inches further away.
"what? i wasnβtβ" he paused, busted. "...okay, i was. but like. in a respectful way."
you gave him an eye roll so sharp it must've hurt your eye socket.
"no really! you seem really smart!" he added quickly, grinning like that somehow made it better.
"thereβs no respectful way to cheat off someoneβs homework, chris."
his entire face lit up at you using his name in a sentenceβ he was absolutely the type of guy who loved that when people did that.
"god," you said, trying to hold back a laugh. "youβre soβ¦ whats the wordβ¦ earnest?. like a golden retriever."
he blinked. "is that a compliment?"
he stuck to you like a magnet after that.
group projects? suddenly you were partners. lunch? heβd sit at your table, even though there were fifteen empty ones closer to the door. gym? he somehow convinced you to skip with him once, and you both ended up in detention, where he doodled tiny skateboards on the desk while you tried to not laugh, but it was hard. he really did have a contagious laugh.
you tried to stay awayβ not for any particular reason. but he was... warm. loud. kind in a way that didnβt ask for anything in return.
you sat on the curb after school, sketchbook open on your knees. he dropped his backpack beside you and sat so close your shoulders touched.
"that a tree?" he asked, peeking over.
"obviously."
he nodded, like youβd said something deep.
"youβre a weird girl," he said fondly.
"youβre an annoying boy."
and stillβhe stayed there. legs stretched out, hoodie sleeves too long, gaze on the sky like he couldnβt believe his luck just sitting beside you.
βwanna get ice cream?β
he smiles huge. βyeah.βhe didnβt say it then. but he knew it already. he was going to fall in love with you. and you were never going to fall back.
MORE OF THIS AU
ok guys hear me out i change it to bsf!goldenretriever!chris x bsf!reader
bc chris so golden retriever coded lets be real
yk what i was planning on quitting but im not letting the tumblr demons get to me i'm going to stay here until they delete my blog I DONT CARE
yall are about to watch me make a whole new blog solely for tagging people.
does this mean i should go back to @sturniolohohoho if this one is banned anyways????
also is this appearing in your guys' feed? bc some people (like my goat @starrii-sturns) is still interacting and its confusing me
sorry for putting this in sturniolo tags !!!