chris sturniolo imagines!!

stressed

in which chris gets stressed out
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the triplets were out filming, but you decided to skip out on this one. you weren't feeling the greatest, so you just wanted to lay in chris' bed and chill.

you can hardly sleep without him, so you had no choice but to stay up into ungodly hours of the night and wait for him to come home.

it was nearing 2:45 and you had already finished a movie and a couple episode of friends when you hear the three boys walk into the house. you excitedly hop out of chris' bed and down the stairs, meeting the boys in the kitchen.

"hey, how was filming?" you ask chris, but he just pushes past you and ignores your question. he drags his feet up the stairs and into the bathroom where you hear the shower turn on.

"he's in a mood." nick rolls his eyes, dismissing chris' attitude.

"i can see that. what was todays video about?" you ask, deciding you'll talk to chris when he's cooled down a little.

"we just sat down and talked. not really any specific topic, basically just a big conversation." matt explains, eating some candy he has in his hand.

"i love those videos!" you say through a mouthful of matt's candy, which he side eyes you for taking.

"i told you to come film with us!" nick says, also taking some of matt's candy.

"i still don't feel that great. i just wanted to see my 2nd and 3rd favorite boys before i go to bed." you smile, taking one last piece of candy before turning to go back up the stairs.

"wait, which one of us is which?" matt asks, pointing between him and nick.

"oh i'm sorry, i'm falling asleep. i guess i can't answer that." you say, fake-frowning and walking up the stairs.

"y/n!" nick yells, making you laugh as you walk back into chris' room. you expect to see chris in there somewhere, but you don't.

you notice that the shower has stopped, but chris is nowhere to be found. you knock softly on the bathroom door. "chris?"

he opens it with puffy eyes and a towel around his shoulders. he's wearing the matching pajamas marylou got you four for christmas and a frown on his face.

"hey, what's wrong?" you ask softly, looking at his tear-stained cheeks.

"i'm just stressed." he says, rolling his eyes. "i'm being a baby. i'm fine."

"no chris, talk to me. you know i'm always here." you say softly and chris lets out a deep sigh.

"matt and nick kept fucking interrupting me the ENTIRE video. i was hardly able to say a fucking thing. and my brand is not going like it should. there's so many bumps in the road and it's making everything 100 times harder. god, everything is just so stressful." chris rants, tearing up near the end of his tangent.

"no, don't work yourself up again. take a deep breath, you're okay. we can work though this, i promise. i'm sorry your brothers were interrupting you. im very sure you were still able to make some hilarious joke that's going to make everyone laugh their asses off. and don't worry about your brand right now, it's nothing critical. we can talk about it next time a drop is coming up. i'm really sorry you're feeling like this, baby." you say, rubbing chris' arms.

"thank you." he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"do you need anything?" you ask softly, taking his hand and leading him into his room.

"i just want you to hold me." he mumbles, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

"of course sweetheart, come on." you say, laying down on his bed. he lays on top of you and you wrap your arms around him.

"i love you, y/n." chris mumbles into the crook of your neck.

"i love you more, chris."
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a/n- this was ANOTHER request from my bestest friend who wishes to remain anonymous

since your bitch ass wont answer my texts, if you see this i want my sweatshirt back ‼️‼️

i'm sorry it's kinda short, i hope everybody enjoyed it

i love you all!

xx
chrissy