so i decided that since i have 5 requests to
work on, i'm going to publish them all at once and
then take my break from the app for a few days. i may wake
up in the morning and change my mind, who knows.. it
depends on how everything looks in the morning on here,
and all of the feedback. we'll see :).request!
summary!
in which you film the ice plunges
challenge video with the triplets :)y/n's POV
here we are, listening to an idea that chris said for a video. we were on our way to get ice. we made it to the first stop, and walked through the store to find ice. matt grabbed my hand as we walked through the aisles trying to find the ice. we finally found it, "only 2 bags? seriously?" chris said, grabbing them and walking to the register. "do you have more in the back?" chris asked the cashier. "i can call someone to get some for you, how many do you need?" he asked him. "like 3 more bags?" chris said, and we stood off to the side to wait for them."so we're going somewhere else?" nick asked as chris put all the ice in the back. "yes," he said, and we went to another store. "we need a cart," chris said and went to get one. i walked over to matt and wrapped my arms around him as we waited. "how many bags of ice does this kid need?" i mumbled. "i wish i could tell you baby," matt laughed. chris came back with the cart, and put 5 more bags of ice in the cart. "10 bags?" nick asked. "yeah it's gonna get cold," chris said. we made it back to the triplets house and immediately started filling nicks tub with all the ice.
chris decided he was going first, immediately getting out as soon as his feet touched the water. "flamingo technique," he said, getting in and sticking one foot in. he got back in, going to sit down, immediately getting back out once again. "give me my towel," he said. then it was nicks turn. "if i do it i'm doing it once and then getting out," nick said. "matt do you wanna go?" he asked him. "uh no," he said. "let me feel it hold on.." he stuck his hand in the water. "i could do it," he said, giving nick the camera.
matt slowly started sliding himself in, and he actually sat down, unlike chris, and then got out. "i can't feel my feet," he said. "can i have my towel please?" he asked and i handed it to him. then he decided he was going back in. he got in and immediately sat down. "if your knees go down you're actually a winner," chris said, and matt put his knees under water. he got back out, and he was shivering like crazy. "oh my god," he said as i gave him his towel again. "i can't speak," he said, and nick and chris laughed at him. "it felt like rocks being thrown at me," he said.
we were waiting for nick to get in, and out of nowhere matt gasped, and my head shot towards him faster than the flash. "what's wrong?" i walked over to him. "taking my shirt off and the cold part hitting my back just fucked me up," he said. i wrapped my arms around him, and rubbed his back, trying to warm him up a little. "do not put those freezing hands on me or i'll kill you," i playfully threatened him, still trying to help warm him up a little. nick got in and fully put his whole body in, and immediately got out. "oh my god oh my god oh my god," he kept repeating.
matt ended up getting back in a little later, and he was like used to it now. "it's not as bad anymore," he said. after a few more minutes he got out. "you wanna try baby?" he asked. "absolutely not i'm okay," i said. "that's some bitch shit," chris said. "if i get in the most i'm doing is my feet, it's not worth me going in," i said. "just do ittt," he groaned. i rolled my eyes, before sticking my feet in, standing there for a couple seconds. "you got it baby," matt said. "try sitting," chris said. i went to go and sit down, and once i did i absolutely got back up. "no no no no," i said, getting out and grabbing matt's towel. "i'm never doing that again," i said, shivering as matt pulled me into him.
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