chris sturniolo imagines *ੈ✩‧₊˚

can't sleep

✧.* chris can't sleep, so he needs your aid.

✧.* best friends... or more?

chris laid quietly on top of his comforter, eyes shut. his eyebrows were knitted together, as if they wanted to kiss. on his tv was white noise, the one he played every night to fall into a slumber, but this night was different. he just couldnt sleep.

nothing helped. he didnt have any caffeine today, besides his pepsi that he drank hours before bed.

but you, his best friend, is sleeping peacefully on the downstairs  couch. you refused to take his bed, and he refused to make you sleep on the floor of his room, so the couch it was. chris wanted to blame his lack of shut eye on his horrible sleeping genes or the temperature of the room, but he knew it's you. you're downstairs, probably looking so cute with you're bonnet wrapped tightly around you're forehead, lips parted and slightly chapped, perfection.

sighing, he quietly tried to find his shirt and sweatpants in the dark of his room and successfully did so with the light of the tv. pulling on his clothes he opened his door and tiptoed up the stairs. his goal wasn't to wake you, just to see if you were awake and wanted to binge a series, and if you weren't awake he planned to stare at you until he got tired enough to go back to bed.

at the top of the steps he saw the glow of the tv and you're big head peaking over the sides of the couch.

"y/n..." he dragged out your name slowly.

"chris? gee, you scared me." you sleepily smiled at him and hopped over the edge of the couch. you walked toward his and eyed at his messy hair and rugged outfit.

"can't sleep either?" he rubbed his eyes and let out a contagious yawn.

"you guys need to invest in a better couch." you chuckled and stopped in front of him. his presence stood slightly taller than you but it was easy to look at his eyes. the shadows on his faces were showcased due to the manipulation of the constantly changing tv colors and patterns; he looks gorgeous.

"i was gonna ask if you wanted to come down and watch a few movies, i guess since we both can't sleep." he chuckled and reached for the hem of his shirt.

"better than watching movies alone." you turned around to power of the living room tv and then followed him downstairs.

"it's fine if you lay on my bed, y/n." he watched as you almost sat in his gaming chair, all the way across the room from the tv.

you looked at him with a fake attitude before crawling onto his soft sheets. they immediately engulfed you in a cloud of comfort; you sighed at the feeling.

"hold on, i'm gonna see if we have snacks upstairs. please pick a good movie." he tossed you the remote and apologized for it landing hard against your knee. you stuck your tongue out at him before scrolling through the recommended of netflix.

"all these suggestions are if boredom were a movie." you laughed as chris stumbled in with bags of chips, soda, water, and two bags of haribo.

"really? maybe you're just picky. here, i got you're favorite!" he squealed and threw a bag of sun chips at you.

"chris, if you don't stop throwing shit at me." you warned and ripped open your bag.

"okay, lets see.." he hopped on the bed next to you and snatched the remove from your lap. for a millisecond, his fingers grazed your bare thigh and the feeling of his touch made your cheeks warm. good thing it's too dark to see.

"what? theres plenty of movies? how bout this?" he clicked to the movie, and to be frank you didn't care what it was about.

"okay fine." you stuffed your mouth with the sun chips.

you both settled into the movie and ate your own snack, with chris occasionally stealing a gummy worm. you could the atmosphere was gloomy and tired; neither of you were paying attention to the movie anymore.

"d'you jus' wanna go t'sleep?" chris yawns and you follow right after him.

"hm." humming in response, you forgot you were still in bed with him, and just laid your head against his fluffed pillows.

his presence comforted you and allowed you to rest peacefully. on the couch it was too open, and way to close to the front door.

"get under here, you're holding down the blanket." you didn't even noticed you weren't under the blankets, and you definitely didn't hesitate to snuggle right into his comforter.

"this okay?" he snuck his hand to the curve of your back and pulled you into the nape of his neck.

"where's this coming from?" you giggled.

"i was feeling a little lonely." he shrugged and scratched up and down your spine.

"i could get used to this."

wrote this in abt an hour since im working ona longer chap 4 u guys

lmk if u liked it shorter or longer, and pls pls pls leave suggestions or requests and i will do them 🙏

promise im gonna try to push out more chapters, but school is coming up so i cant guarantee v v consistent uploads

ill try like once a week ׂׂૢ

    lovely, bia ⍣ ೋ

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