Omgggg come back!! I have seen so much smut recently and I cannot dealllll :( Anywayyyy I was wondering if you could write something wedding themed totally up to you what you want, happy sad whatever I just literally finished your master list and need more lellll x Thank so much bby
The Big Day
Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot
Summary: Heartbreak on your wedding day.
Word Count: 1375 words
Chris was sitting in the back of his parent's minivan that you had both spent countless nights in when you were teens. As they drove down the streets painted with memories of your younger years, his heart began to race.
“How are you feeling?” Nick asked from beside him.
Chris ignored the question and instead responded with, “Will you fix your fucking tie?”
MaryLou caught his eye in the rearview mirror and offered a gentle smile. You’re going to be fine, sweetheart, is what she wanted to say but, she refrained. Today was a big day and she knew that Chris wasn’t good at times like this.
As they pulled into the church parking lot, it was filled with faces from their past and strangers that somehow made the invite list. Surely half of these people were friends of your parents that not even you recall meeting over the years.
As Chris got out of the car, your younger brother ran over and pulled him into a hug. He was so much taller than Chris now. His voice had dropped an octave and Chris’ heart lurched as he recalled the 5 year old that would run down the driveway to greet him when he came over to your house.
Chris kissed your Mom on the cheek, shook your Dad’s hand, and gestured an awkward wave to people as he made his way inside. Matt and Nick followed closely offering silent apologies to people they didn’t even know. Surely your Mom had shown them pictures of you both when he was a scrawny teen and your hair platinum blonde.
Chris often thought back to the early days of your relationship and the promises that you made to one another. He always knew that he was going to marry you, there wasn’t anyone else in this world for him. He met you on the playmat at daycare when you were both 4 years old and he has been fighting his whole life for you.
Your parents laughed about the two of you growing up and falling in love. He would bring you flowers in elementary school, write your Valentine's Day cards in middle school, and finally worked up the courage to ask you out in sophomore year. It was like a love story that was always destined to be.
As he stood in the church beside his brothers, his palms began to sweat. Like the time he walked up to your front door to pick you up for your very first date or on prom night when he waited to see you in your dress for the first time. There were so many times that he waited for you with sweaty palms and shaky hands. There were so many times that you took his breath away.
He could hear the crowds filing into the church pews that were behind him. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground between his feet and clasped his hands together to stop them from shaking.
Matt placed a reassuring hand on his back as he whispered, “You got this.”
Chris forced a smiled as the organ began to play. It felt like the blood drained from his body when he heard the church doors open. Gasps and exclamations of how beautiful you looked set butterflies swarming in his stomach.
His legs felt like they were going to give way and he did his best to stop himself swaying from side to side. Matt wrapped an arm around Chris’ shoulders to steady him as best he could. He knew this was a big day for his brother.
One by one Chris saw your bridesmaids take their place by the altar. They were all in blush satin dresses like you had always dreamt they’d be. When you were 16, talking about the kind of wedding you wanted, Chris would have never been able to imagine the picturesque fairytale unfolding before him. There was, however, one thing he knew for certain - he would have given you whatever you wanted.
As you walked down the aisle side by side with your Dad, the wedding march sounded more like a funeral procession. He locked eyes with your Mom as you passed by his pew and made your way to your soon-to-be husband.
It wasn’t until this moment that it sunk in for him that he had missed his shot. From the day that he met you, you became the main character in his story and even after you broke up, he always hoped you’d find your way back.
Even when he got the wedding invite in the post - the one he always thought would be from Christopher Sturniolo & Y/n - he pictured you calling it off and coming back to him. He pictured a phone call from his Mom saying y/n and that boy broke up. He pictured himself standing up when the preacher said speak now or forever hold your peace and professing his love for you.
As he sat in the audience watching a beautiful nightmare unfold before him, he knew that he had missed his chance. You were marrying this guy that he hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of and, even if he did profess his undying love for you, he wasn’t sure that you still felt the same way.
As the ceremony came to an end and the crowds followed you out, Chris stayed in his seat for a while. Matt and Nick made their way back in to find him - their hearts broke for their brother.
Out of everyone, they knew all too well how difficult today was for Chris. They knew that, for him, you were it. They knew how heartbroken he was when you left. He had mourned, for years, a future that never got to unfold.
In the bittersweet daydreams of ‘what ifs’ and ‘could haves’, Chris would take you by the hand and run back through time to when you first met. If he had his time over, he would do things differently and you would be taking his last name today.
Instead, he wiped the tears from his face and parted with his brothers. He made his way to the dimly lit daycare room at the back of the church. It was a little smaller than he remembered but, nothing much had changed.
The timeout chair that Nick spent every afternoon on was still facing the back wall. The stuffed animal that Matt would suffocate when he cried each time his Mom left still sat atop the bookshelf. The tables were still arranged in groups of four. The height chart was still stuck on the back of the door. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend that you were both hiding in the play tent or holding hands as you sat on the mat.
He heard the creak of the door open behind him. As he turned around he spat out, “I’m coming.”
It wasn't his parents or his brothers standing behind him as he had expected it to be. It was you. There you were.
For a split second, he was standing across from you at the altar preparing to say 'I do' before reality slapped him in the face and brought him back.
With a smile, you said, “I’m so glad you decided to come.”
I really didn't want to. “Me too”, he lied.
“I just wanted to say thank you," you began as his eyes met yours, "I am who I am because you loved me when I couldn't love myself. I always thought that we'd end up together but, I guess we were made for other people.”
His heart shattered as tears formed in his eyes. I only exist for you.
"But, I will never regret you or us. You are so special to me and even though we grew apart, you were the best part of my younger years. So, thank you, Christopher Owen Sturniolo. I think I'll always love you," you said as a tear slipped from your eye.
He was unprepared for this conversation. He has so much to say but, none of it felt right.
"Thank you," he said, "I am so happy that you found the love that you deserve."
You took in a deep breath as you walked over and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around you. You held onto each other a little too long for ‘just friends’ and a little too tight for ‘strangers’.
He patted your back as he pulled away. "I think your husband might be waiting for you," he said.
"Right", you replied as you wiped the tears from your eyes. As you headed to the door, you spun back toward him, "How do I look?"
His breath caught in his throat, "You look beautiful," he whispered, "he's a lucky guy."
You held his gaze a second longer before you slipped out the door and down the hall. Someone always has to be the first to leave and you never thought it would be you.
Chris pulled out one of the toddler chairs, sat down, and dropped his head in his hands. Nick and Matt had been waiting for him in the hallway and rushed in after you left.
As Matt knelt down in front of Chris, for the first time in their lives he didn't know what to say to make his brother feel better. He wanted to take the heartbreak from his brother but, he couldn't. Chris looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry," was all Matt could come up with, "I know how much you love her." Love not loved because he knew that Chris was scared that he would always love you and that he would search for you in every person that he met.
Matt and Nick helped Chris to his feet and pulled him into a hug. Sometimes there are no words that you can say to fix a broken heart.
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this is why idols have a private everything bc the minute they step foot in public, their personal space can be invaded or they'd be judged.
bro had a gf/was kissing a girl? dude why do we meddle on that side, is it not normal? he's young, let him live his life aside from idol life as long as he isn't hurting anyone
y'all take one sliver of anything and run with it with malice.
idk him nor am i a fan (yet maybe) but as i heard the reasons why they want him out, you'd have to be ridiculous to waste all his effort in training. haters basically put him in the same pool as the ones who genuinely (with logical, valid reasons) had to leave/be put out of a group. the line is blurred
stupid kpop stans when they find out their favs have a life outside of being an idol
you could not have worded it better anon!! i’m so sick of seeing idols having to apologise for living their life and spending their time off doing things they want to 😭 how is it any of our business and why do people feel the need to have an opinion over everything an idol does, especially when it’s not even hurting anyone like you said. wanting him out for such trivial reasons is just. 😐 HE SMOKED AND GOT BITCHES BIG DEALLLLL get over it omfg. there r other artists in the company these insufferable bitches should worry about cancelling!
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