ICECREAM | chris sturniolo (2024)

pairing: bf!chris x f!reader

summary: chris wasn't the best boyfriend when it comes to dates and he even knew that but for a first he came up with a simple idea after having a meltdown.

warnings: fluff, kissing, pet names (ma, babe, darling), flirting, crying, sadness, swearing, mention of y/n.

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. I came up with this idea because I found my lets trip shirt which has an icecream van. (photo on top but the shirt) I’m not sure about this one tbh..

WORDS: 2.0k

you - pink | chris - orange | nick - purple | icecream man - red

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Chris wasn't the most attentive boyfriend when it came to planning dates, and both of you were aware of that. Sometimes he made an effort, but deep down he knew his ideas were lackluster, so he simply referred it as two people who love each other and spending time together.

He often lamented his lack of creativity when it came to planning dates, despite having a vivid imagination that sometimes even confused him with its randomness.

At this moment though, he was in his room, rubbing his eyes to wipe away tears of frustration. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't good enough for you, believing that you deserved to be taken out by someone who could provide a better dating experience than a YouTuber like himself, who feared ruining your time together.

The sound of his sniffles filled the quiet room as he listened to music, unaware of how loud he was being. He hoped to become a better boyfriend, seeking solace in the music to calm his nerves.

Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen, making yourself a drink while spending time with Nick because chris had as well snapped at you earlier, asking for some alone time, which had left you feeling unsettled.

You heard a faint sound that was possibly just your imagination, but you recognized the sobs and sniffles that prompted you to set your drink down and glance towards his room.

Although you knew he wasn't in the mood to see anyone, you couldn't shake off the worry, so you made your way to his room.

He didn't hear your knock on the door since the music in his headphones. As you entered and closed the door behind you, you found him crying, curled up into a ball.

When his eyes met yours, he quickly wiped his tears and turned off his music. "What are you doing here, y/n?" His voice trembled slightly, trying to act like he hadn’t been crying.

Your expression softened into a frown, but you remained silent until you sat down next to him on the bed, offering a gentle hug. “what’s up?”

He managed a faint smile, though it seemed forced, as if he believed he didn't deserve your comfort and should push you away to find a better and more attentive boyfriend who would take you out on dates.

He lapsed into silence, avoiding answering your question, and simply gazed at you with his red, tear-filled eyes.

Chris shrugged, showing reluctance to talk, but he did rest his head on your chest as you embraced him. Although he didn't hug back, he did lean on you for support.

You had numerous questions, but you chose to remain quiet, waiting for him to open up since you had ways of encouraging him to share. Your hands comfortingly rubbed his shoulder.

"Why are you with me?" he finally asked, no longer meeting your gaze as he stared at the wall. "What?" you responded, puzzled.

He nervously bit his nails, a small habit of his, but it wasn't something he did constantly. "I'm a terrible boyfriend," he admitted.

You simply gazed at him, unsure of how to respond because his self-criticism caught you off guard. "No, you're not," you reassured him.

He shook his head and let out a hollow laugh, indicating his disbelief in your words, leaving you feeling even more perplexed as you struggled to figure out how to help him.

"If I were a better boyfriend, you would have felt more ease around me, even when my fans criticized you because of our relationship. I wish I could be the partner you deserve, but I struggle with planning and going on dates. I fear that choosing a bad date could even change your perception of me," he expressed, his thoughts jumbled and unclear.

You observed his expressions as he spoke, tears welling up in his eyes once more. Gently pushing his hair back, you planted a kiss on his forehead as he wiped away his tears.

"Chris," you whispered, unsure of how to comfort him. He simply shook his head and embraced you tightly, the scent of his cologne enveloping you.

He sniffled, wiping his tears as he noticed the stain on your shirt. "Don't Chris me, darling," he whispered.

You gently put your hand on his jaw, making him look at you. You kissed his soft lips, noticing the pineapple lip balm he had been using, a gift from his oldest brother which was his brand.

He kissed you back, but then pulled away, smiling slightly with watery eyes that didn't shed tears. "I feel like a terrible boyfriend, every time we go out there's always a problem, and they are always sh*t” he mumbled.

The few outings we had were always interrupted by fans or canceled for various reasons. He wiped his nose with his sleeve before resting his head on your shoulder, sitting on his bed with you, now essentially in your lap.

His hands toyed with your shirt as he kissed your neck, then pulled away to stand up and get dressed. "Get dress.. please ma," he said with a hint of puppy eyes, not too intense though.

"Why?" you asked looking at your shirt and pyjama bottoms, but he just rolled his eyes and asked you to change once more.

Your gaze was fixed on him as he removed his jumper, revealing his bare chest since he wasn't wearing a shirt, and proceeded to change into more appropriate attire for going out.

Noticing your confusion and unchanged state, he fetched a shirt and shorts for you from his closet, as you have a drawer with your clothes there. "Here you go, babe," he said.

You accepted the clothing with a small smile, and he returned the gesture, although he was still somewhat upset.

After changing, unfazed by his gaze as he had seen you undressed before, his attention was once again on you while he sorted himself out.

"What's going on?" You inquired, but Chris just shrugged, pretending not to know, before embracing you from behind and planting a kiss on your neck, adorned with his love bites that you had concealed with makeup earlier so his brothers didn’t see. "How dare you cover my artwork," he teased before pulling away.

His mood lightened a bit, which was a positive sign, but you remained silent as he took hold of your hand and led you out of your room, causing you to let out a small gasp of surprise at the sudden movement.

"We have to walk there, it's just a ten minute walk," he said as he grabbed the keys, making your heart race with curiosity about his intentions.

You followed him into the clear, warm night, his piercing blue eyes alternating between you and his destination.

"Chris, where are we going?" you inquired, but he cut you off, teasingly remarking, "You sound like you don't trust me, ma," as he draped an arm around your waist.

Despite his usual bad luck with encountering fans when he wasn't in the mood, he was surprised that no one had recognized him yet.

An uneasy silence lingered, with you sensing that he wanted to share something important but struggled to find the words. Eventually, unable to contain himself, he blurted it out hastily.

"I'm sorry for being sh*t to you earlier. I feel like everyone else has perfect relationships while I struggle with being a good boyfriend. I'm not very creative when it comes to planning dates, and sometimes I find them awkward. But I want to make an effort with you because... I don't know," he said once again, trying to choose his words carefully.

You turned to look at him as he stared at the ground. "You're not a bad boyfriend, Chris. You never have been and you're not now," you said firmly.

He just shrugged, but then he gently squeezed your hip and kissed the top of your head. "I still feel like I am," he admitted.

You glanced at him and then at the path ahead in the park, noticing that his gaze was fixed on the moon in the dark sky as it was already 9pm.

He let out a quiet sigh and changed the subject. "Are you hungry?" he asked, his blue eyes finally meeting yours. You nodded with a small smile. “Yeah”

"Good," he chuckled softly and took you down a road that wasn't empty, with a few shops along the way. He released his hold on your waist and instead held your hand tightly to ensure he wouldn't lose you.

You followed him, feeling his firm grasp, so you had no choice but to go along. Your eyes shifted between his hand and the direction you were heading.

He led you to a small town that operated 24/7, where he suddenly stopped and pulled you close to him, as he had been running and didn't want you to continue.

"I want to try and plan a date, even if it's simple," he whispered, kissing the top of your head before taking you to an ice cream parlor that was still open late at night, around 9pm.

He kept his gaze on your face as you surveyed the flavors available, a small smile playing on your lips. His hand rested on your waist as you examined the options, then back at the ice cream parlor. "What would you like, y/n?" he asked.

Your eyes landed on Chris, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I'll just go with my usual," you said, revealing your favorite ice cream flavor.

As he placed the order for both of you, swiftly paying before you had the chance to do so, he whispered in your ear, "All on me darling," before the ice cream vendor handed you both your treats with a smile. “Here you go”

Taking his ice cream and receiving yours, he smiled, and you both thanked the vendor before following Chris. He glanced at you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you indulged in your dessert.

He was aware of your presence behind him, ensuring your safety as you walked together. "Listen, I'm sorry if I'm not the best boyfriend, especially when it comes to dates- and snapping at you," he apologized, a sense of familiarity in his words.

"Stop repeating your apology’s, it’s okay, you idiot," you whispered with a smile, causing him to chuckle before saying, "I’m not a idiot” to which you shake your head in response.

"Whatever makes you happy," you whispered, your gaze fixed on him as you guys walked through the park. “Your the idiot”

For the past hour or more, you were chatting and hanging out with friends, until you eventually ended up at his place. It was around 10, almost 11 pm, so you both went quiet and tried to head to his room when suddenly you heard a voice.

"Are you serious?! You had me worried, thinking you both disappeared since you didn't answer your phones and left me alone, y/n," Nick exclaimed, causing your eyes to widen as you remembered mentioning you were going to the kitchen, but then got caught up in other activities.

"I owe you a hangout session tomorrow," you replied, only to have Chris playfully place his hand over his heart, pretending to be offended that you would choose to hang out with his brother over him.