sturniolo triplets imagines!! NO SMUT.

spiked drink pt. 2!

hey everyone! i am back and better than ever. i am hoping to update once a week for y'all but idk.
a lot of you requested a part 2 for my spiked drink chapter! if you haven't read it, please do so, or this won't make sense. thank you for your support and love while I've been away 💗
enjoy!!
mia xoxo
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And that's what they did...

The journey back home was a complete chaos. Matt was heavily intoxicated, making it impossible for him to drive. So, Nick had to take over the wheel and drive him and his brothers home. Matt, still sprawled across the front yard, whined when it was time to get in the car.

"No... I don't want to go back home!" He wailed, hiccuping. Heavy sobs left his mouth as his body jerked from his laboured breaths. Chris was still sitting beside Matt, as Nick went to get the van and pull into the driveway so that Matt didn't have to walk as far.

"Matt," Chris cooed. "We have to go, okay?"

Matt sniffled. "No," he burped, and his eyes widened as he sat up abruptly, another stream of vomit escaping his mouth. Matt whined at the burning sensation in his throat. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead as he cried to himself. "Chrissy, why did he do that to me?"

Chris took a deep breath, his bottom lip quivering as he looked at his brother in such a vulnerable and painful state. "Oh, Matt," he said, scooping his brother up. He hoisted Matt onto his lap, rocking him back and forth to calm him. "I don't know, but it's okay. Let's try to calm down, okay?"

Matt nodded, his face buried against Chris's chest as he sniffled. "O-okay," he managed to say.

"Okay, Matty. Ready to stand up?" Chris asked, speaking gently as he slowly rose to his feet.

"Yeah," Matt replied timidly. Chris took hold of his hands and helped him up. A sudden wave of dizziness hit Matthew, causing his body to sway, and he found support on Chris's shoulder.

"Careful there, bub," Chris said, placing his palms on Matt's chest to steady him. They made their way slowly to the car, and as soon as Chris opened the door to the backseat, Matt collapsed onto the seat with a strained grunt.

"Tired," he mumbled, as Chris assisted him in getting comfortable and walked around to the other side of the vehicle.

"Chris, sit with him in the back," Nick instructed, starting the car. Chris nodded and settled in beside Matt. As they drove, Matt went through the 3 stages of being blackout drunk.

Delusion: As Matt looked at Chris with unwavering determination, he excitedly exclaimed, "Chris, when I grow up, I will absolutely own a successful yacht business! You'll see, okay?" With passion in his eyes, he grabbed his brother and eagerly shared detailed stories about his envisioned future in the yacht industry.

Emotional: Overwhelmed with emotion, Matt tearfully expressed his deep affection for his siblings, saying, "Chrissy, Nicky, I love you guys so much, okay? Do you know that? Do you really know how much I love you guys?" As tears streamed down his face, he continued, "I am so happy that we're siblings." Observing his brother's intense emotional display, Chris met Nick's gaze through the rearview mirror, Nick's eyebrow raised.

Sick: "Chris- I need a bag or something- quickly-" Matt's voice was weak and panicked. His hands trembled as he clutched his stomach, clearly in distress.Chris grabbed a crinkled plastic shopping bag from the backseat and handed it to Matt. Matt barely managed to take it, his hands shaking. He leaned forward and started vomiting into the bag. The sound was harsh and unsettling in the confined car. Chris and Nick exchanged worried glances but stayed silent, knowing there wasn't much they could do but wait. The car filled with the strong smell of bile and the sound of Matt's distress. Nick focused on driving, while Chris rubbed his brother's back. Matt's body shook with each bout of sickness, the bag straining under the weight. "Are you done, kid?" Nick asked quietly, trying to sound reassuring. Matt's response was a muffled grunt. His head stayed buried in the bag. "Mmhm," he croaked.

When the Sturniolo's made it into their driveway, Matt was fast asleep in his seat. Chris and Nick got out of the car, and Chris opened the front door, as Nick scooped up Matt into his arms. He couldn't help but let a few tears roll down his face in sympathy for his once-panicked brother. Gently, he cradled Matt's head, planting a soft kiss on his hair as he tenderly laid him down on the comfortable couch. After ensuring Matt was snug under a cozy blanket, Chris softly whispered, "Goodnight, Matty," and quietly climbed the stairs to Nick's room.

Pausing at the doorway, he noticed Nick sitting on the edge of his bed, shoulders shaking. Nick was crying. Concern etched on his face, Chris came closer and asked in a gentle voice, "Nick, what's wrong?" He seated himself beside his older brother.

Nick began to sob. Reacting instinctively, Chris pulled his brother into a tight embrace. Chris allowed himself to cry, finding a cathartic release from the evening's stress and the fading adrenaline. A panicked cry escaped from his mouth when he realized he couldn't draw a full breath. The only ones his body allowed were quick and shallow. Nick noticed this and cupped Chris's face with his hand. "Hey, hey, Chris, look at me, come on,"

Chris's eyes were wide with panic, hiccuping as he cried. "I punched him- and- I-" Chris held his pounding head in his hands. "Oh my God, I'm freaking out!"

"Chris! Look at me!" Nick shouted, silencing Chris. "Take a deep breath, okay? Can you do that?" Chris nodded, taking a slow, deep breath, and exhaling forcefully.

"Sorry," he said in a small voice.

Nick didn't say anything, he just pulled his brother into a tight hug. Chris and Nick got comfortable in their beds later that night, knowing Matt was asleep soundly on the couch, but preparing themselves for the hangover Matt would feel tomorrow.