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✧ 𝟖 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 | sturniolo triplets ♔

summary: travel through time with y/n sturniolo as she recalls moments through her life in the past four/five years.

warnings: sad, being lonely, crying

notes: part of the 'behind the lens' series. sorry if it's a little bit repetitive. not proofread so sorry about any mistakes!

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‘There are eight billion people in the world But not a single one who understands’

Sitting in her car, y/n gazed at the car that sat a few stalls down. She always wanted to make sure the boys were safe when making their videos, despite knowing that they would be okay. Anything could happen to them, and the thought alone terrified her.

No one seemed to understand the girl’s worry. They always told her that the trio would be fine, that they wouldn't always need their big sister to look after them. She knew that, but after many nights away at college, she just wanted to spend more time with them. So if she had to spend one of her nights home in a parking lot just watching movies or listening to music in her car by herself while her brothers made videos, she would do it.

The boys reassured her before they went out that night, but she shrugged and claimed she had nothing else to do that night. When she had started coming home once every month it was because the boys had missed her and would’ve called her practically every day to ask for help or advice on something. They had finally convinced her to make her monthly visits and it’s been that way ever since. She started to realize that while her visits were mostly for their comfort, she had realized that it also comforted her.

When they were seniors, they told her she didn’t have to come home to visit anymore, but it was hard for her to stop, it was her routine. And unbeknownst to them, it brought her comfort. They didn’t think much about it, and just let her continue. No one questioned it for the last two years she was in college, and it was never brought up again.

‘I might as well be the only living girl Wanna be happy but I feel embarrassed to say that I'm lonely’

It was a Friday night, none of her roommates had classes, and neither did she. They hadn’t explicitly invited her out with them but the three of them, and her, knew the invitation was implied when they brought it up in a conversation.

Not wanting to worry her mom about fitting in, y/n had told the family that she was going out and she wouldn’t be responding to any texts or calls. And on that Friday night, she just curled up in her bed watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier, ignoring all the texts from her family and friends.

Right before she was going to go make dinner, she picked up her phone to see a text from Nick, wishing her a good night out with her friends. She let a tear slip down her face as she placed her phone back under her pillow and shoved her head into her knees, forgetting all about the dinner she was going to eat.

‘Imagine someone caring for me every day and night But now I don't have anyone to ask if I'm alright’

A year after she graduated, she was living with her family as she made enough money to go and buy her own apartment of some sort. She was working on the couch in the living room as music played through her earbuds.

She wasn’t expecting the abrupt entrance of the boys, coming back from whatever they were doing, since she flinched when they came barreling into the living room corridor, laughing their asses off. She was about to say something to them, when they all went into their separate rooms after saying goodnight to them, not even noticing their sister a few feet away.

Her eyes glassed over but no tears fell as she went back to working on her project for work.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

The boys and her parents were once again out doing something. The boys were probably filming a video somewhere and her parents went out to eat for a date night.

She opted to stay home, not wanting to impose on their evenings. She sat in the kitchen watching something on her laptop as she made some dinner. This is what most evenings were like now. She would be in the kitchen, by herself, as her parents were most likely asleep or getting ready for bed in their bedrooms and her brothers were goofing off or doing some individual work in their bedrooms.

She hadn’t made any effort to hang out with them in a while, claiming she was busy with work when in reality she was just mentally and emotionally drained from the day's events at work. So she sat by herself in the kitchen her mind drifting off into oblivion.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

It was a couple of days after they posted Chris and Matt surprising Nick after he came home, and some of the comments were unreal. While many of the triplet’s fans loved Y/n and her big sister qualities and whenever she was in videos, a fair amount of them weren’t. They often claimed that she was too controlling and ‘possessive’ of the three.

Many of the comments referred to her absence to Nick’s arrival. Some said that it was rude of her to not show up, and some were relieved that she wasn’t there. Some even went as far as saying that the triplets were happy that she wasn’t there. In reality, y/n was at work despite her efforts on trying to get the day off to spend with her brothers after not seeing them for quite some time.

She had walked out of her room at her parents house as she was visiting for the weekend once more for her birthday. She was going to get one of the leftover cupcakes from last night when she heard the trio talking.

They were talking about the comments left on the video about their sister. She wasn’t standing there long enough to hear them defend her and call them crazy. She had walked back to her room closing the door before sliding her back against it, tears falling down her face as she placed her hands over her eyes.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face i see is me’

It was a late night in y/n’s dorm as she snacked on some chips, attempting not to get crumbs all over her bed yet failing miserably. She was watching the triplets new video and she noticed how happy they looked together. All she could think about was being home with them. She watched her reflection on her TV, nothing but silence filled her room.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“Why is she so controlling? The boys are just joking and having fun like they always do. Leave them alone, jeez”

‘Tryna cope with all the insecurities Seeing my friends having the best lives don't make me feel better’

It was her roommate's birthday and she and her close friends went out to eat. Y/n had some homework to finish up despite wanting to go out with them, she couldn’t really push the assignment off any more than she had done.

She was taking a break after staring at the same screen for way too long. She walked around her apartment getting some exercise in as she looked at her Instagram feed. The top post was of her friends celebrating by the lake and having the time of their lives. She sniffled a little but didn’t let it get to her that much.

She was just doing homework, it’s not like they didn’t invite her.

‘Imagine someone caring for me every day and night But now I don't have anyone to ask if I'm alright’

One night Chris had called her in an attempt to do his homework. He was trying to get the wording right but to no avail, he couldn’t. So he resorted to calling his older sister, in a seek for help.

Y/n spent an hour helping him with his essay before he finally finished. As soon as he ways done he said a quick goodbye and hung up, leaving her alone with her thoughts. There wasn’t any extra conversation between the two.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

Y/n was done with her junior year of college when the boys graduated. It was almost near one in the morning as she finished making her brothers their graduation gifts. It wasn’t truly anything special to anyone else but to her it was a lot.

She should’ve been out with her friends like most people her age were on a Friday night but she opted that it was more important to finish the gifts and the cards. She tore her eyes away from the paper to the picture frame of the triplets not too far away from her and smiled. She was proud of the boys, and that was all that really mattered to her at that given moment in time.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

She could hear her brothers laughing from the kitchen as they attempted to direct each other in making a cake, or whatever it was they were baking. She was annoyed at them for being too loud but she couldn’t blame them, they were having fun.

She attempted to drain out the noise with her own sounds but she couldn’t. She slipped on her noise-canceling headphones, sitting there with her own thoughts.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face I see is me’

The boys had asked her one of the nights before if she wanted to be in a car video and she said sure. She changed her mind as soon as they started filming, however.

She didn’t participate much in the conversation and rather just listen to them talk about utter nonsense pretty much for the next half hour to an hour. She curled herself into a ball and looked out the window, her hood up and covering the majority of her face.

She knew there would be some comments about her being clingy and having to be with them 24/7, but she drowned those thoughts out and stared at her reflection as if it were a normal occurrence these days.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“Does anybody else notice how reserved and nervous the boys seem around, y/n? They’re almost uncomfortable, it’s a little alarming.”

‘Crowded parties, busy streets Hanging with my friends Fireworks on New Year's Eve But I still feel so lonely’

Fireworks had never been y/n’s favorite thing in the world. So most times when it was Fourth of July or New Year's Eve she would have her earbuds in, listening to a movie or podcast with her noise-canceling ones on top to drown out the extra noise.

Her family was out watching fireworks somewhere after y/n encouraged them to go out. To them she didn’t care, it was just a normal occurrence in her daily life. But she was struggling more than she could even imagine she was. She didn’t want to tell anyone so she just suffered in silence and comfort in her own bedroom.

‘Long drives in his Benz, watching sunsets Seeming like it's perfect Family time on the weekends But I still feel so lonely’

It was another monthly visit, early on in her college years as they watched a movie in the living room. The boys laughed at one another’s jokes as they accidentally ignored y/n’s attempts to join the conversation. So she sat alone on one side of the couch, ignoring them.

‘But I still feel so lonely’

She and her brothers were sitting out at a restaurant when all of a sudden Nick noticed he was being filmed. The three let out laughs as they made jokes and making sure not to get their sister on camera as they knew she hated being filmed.

Chris handed the phone to Nick as he attempted to show the audience his new shorts. Y/n let out a little laugh at her brothers antics but went back to being silent just like always.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

The boys had left their left over cake for y/n and when they all went to bed she ate it in silence except for her podcast playing in the kitchen. No thoughts ran through her head as she ate.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

She had just gotten off the phone with her mom after assuring her that she was indeed alright. Her mom knew better than she thought she did but let her be for the night. This would’ve seemed like normal behavior for anyone else but to her mom, there was something seriously going on with her daughter.

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what ehr daughter was doing right now, but if she did know it’d make her cry.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face I see is me’

She stared out of the window of her kitchen in her dorm seeing her reflection against the apartments across the street. She was making food as her late-night cravings for ramen hit her. Her roommates were already in their rooms but most likely not asleep.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“She’s honestly so clingy. She’s holding them back. Like omg, they’re not going to be kids forever. I mean I feel bad for the boys, having to deal with her all the time. They’re probably super excited when she goes back to college.”

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sunflower-lilac42 · 7 months

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✧ 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 | sturniolo triplets ♔

summary: y/n was always the one to listen to her friends and brothers, but she was never the one that people listened to or 3 times y/n helped her brothers/friends and 1 time they didn’t help her. (not really in chronological order).

warnings: sad, being lonely, crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of ed, mentions of cancer

notes: part of the 'behind the lens' series. please keep in mind that all of these scenarios are all fake and i don't mean to harm anyone.

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1. Alex

“her best friend wears long sleeves in mid-june, hope no one will see she’s black and blue”

Y/n sits in her bedroom in her apartment watching YouTube when she gets a text from her friend, Alex, wondering if she wants to hang out soon.

It was the middle of June and she had been out of college for two or so years and has been getting into a stage and routine of being independent. When she met up with Alex at the coffee shop she took note of the shirt he was wearing. She decided not to question it for now, letting Alex bring anything up if he wanted to.

Throughout their time together she started to notice more and more things uncharacteristic of him, the little sideways glances to see who was around them before he spoke, the rubbing of his wrists, he was silent compared to his outgoing personality. She didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable but she also didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t tell her anything.

“Are you okay?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”His eyes looked panicked and he looked around again to see who was around them.

She placed a hand over his, “Let’s go for a walk, yeah?” He nods and the two get up and leave. They walk in silence for a little bit, Alex trying to figure out what to say and how to say it while Y/n thinks to herself about the multiple possibilities.

She’s read about things like this before but hasn’t experienced it. She didn’t even want to experience it but that was how she was. If her friend was in need, she would be there. It wasn’t that long until Alex spoke, “I don’t know what to say, y/n/n. I don’t want anyone to get in trouble.”

“Alex, no one is getting in trouble unless they deserve it. I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.” He nods and attempts to say what he wants to.

When he finally said it, the thing y/n had been thinking this whole time, she kept a stoic face. She didn’t want to jump into the whole ‘I’m so sorry’ because it wasn’t her fault and Alex hated when people pitied him. But she wanted to get him out of that relationship, out of that apartment.

“Please don’t argue with me on this, you’re coming to stay with me. Not for a while but at least for a little bit. I can’t say I know how this is but I promise you we will get through it together. Unless you don’t want to.”

Alex nodded, he knew there was no fighting her. He knew she wasn’t trying to be controlling and she was just trying to be the best friend she could possibly be and he let her.

✧༺♥༻∞

2. Nick

“her sister skips meals to fit into the dresses she wore back in high school”

Y/n had been hanging out with her brothers when she started to notice it. She wasn’t totally concerned. She was worried yes, it was her brother and he had been leaving his trail of insecure thoughts behind him like a dog who stepped in mud.

She watched as Nick picked at his food from across the table at the restaurant that he picked. She knew there was something wrong, she picked up on these things pretty easily. It wasn’t that hard when you spend the majority of your life worrying about others and not yourself.

As always, she didn’t want to ask in front of the other two (or anyone else for that matter), so she waited. When they left the restaurant Matt and Chris decided to go into a store as the other two stood outside. She waited until the boys were completely out of earshot before she even thought about speaking up on the subject.

She knew it would be a sensitive one, but it seemed like everything was nowadays. She finally gained the courage to speak to her younger brother, “Nick, are you okay?”

“‘Course I am, y/n/n. Why wouldn’t I be?” He was much more convincing than Alex. Alex had it written all over his face that something was wrong.

She knew this behavior, she practically was a master at it and she could tell Nick had picked up a couple of things here are there. She stared intently at the boy, “Mhm, sure. Now you actually want to talk to me about it?”

He shrugged and looked off into the distance, twiddling with his fingers. She started to whistle, trying to annoy him and succeeding.

“Can you stop, please?”

“Stop what? Stop being a nice older sister? Stop worrying about my brother? Stop trying to help?”

“Yes.”

“Nick, you know I hate being an overbearing sister but I can tell something is wrong. Can you please tell me what it is so I can help?”

“I don’t want your help, y/n.”

She sighed, “Fine. I understand but if you do, I’ll be here, ‘kay?”

“Whatever.”

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The triplets were staying at Y/n’s apartment for a little while as they visited her in the northern part of California. Matt and Chris were staying in the guest bedroom while Nick wanted to sleep in the living room.

Y/n had tried to get him to at least sleep in her room and let her take the couch but he refused, saying it was her house and she should sleep in her own bed (which she thought was the exact reason why she should sleep on the couch).

“We’re going out to get food, do you guys want anything?” Christ came wandering into the living room with Matt behind him.

“No thanks, guys.”

“Nick?”

He shook his head, somewhat aggressively, and his brothers shrugged and left. Nick and y/n continued to watch whatever was on TV when Nick spoke up, “How do you notice and they don’t?”

“Hmm?”

“Matt and Chris. You always seem to know when something is wrong with me, or anyone of us, but when it comes to us three, we’re sort of oblivious.”

“Nick, I’m sure that’s not the case. How many times have you noticed something was wrong with one of them or somebody else and just haven’t said anything?”

The boy sat and thought for a moment before looking down, “A lot.”

“Yeah. I just decided to act on it, Nicky. They might just not know how to bring it up or what to say. Now, do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really but I should.”

“If you’re not ready, you don’t have to. I promise. I just want you to know that I am here for you if you ever want to. Whether that be tomorrow, next month, or in ten years. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

“Okay.”

“Go ahead.”

“Can I have a hug?”

“Come here, you big oaf.”

Nick jumped on top of y/n and she let out a breath, “Jesus, Nick. Knocking the wind right outta me.”

He shied away, “I’m sorry.”

“Awe. Nick, it’s okay. I’m just joking with you, I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it.”

“Does it ever bother you that you can’t wear the clothes you used to?”

Y/n looked confused, “No? Is that what you’re worried about?”

Nick nods, “Nick it’s normal. Everyone has grown out of clothes before, whether it’s because they’re too big or too small, the clothes not you. And sometimes it’s a good thing, it means you’re growing. You think everyone can still wear what they did when they were super tiny? If we could, I’d still be wearing my ‘My Little Pony’ onesie.”

Nick giggled, “That makes me feel better. Thanks, y/n/n.”

“Anytime, Nicky.”

Only two minutes had passed since they finished their conversation when there was a loud knocking on her door, “Can you guys let us in, please?! The food is getting cold… and so are we!”

✧༺♥༻∞

3. Caroline

“her teacher’s about to unravel, her treatment is making her fragile”

Y/n was always mature from a small age. It started when she was in second grade when she accidentally overheard her teacher talking with another one about how she was going to be out for a little bit. OF course, she was curious, what second grader wouldn’t be curious when they heard their teacher was going to be out for a little bit?

She tried to ignore the voice in the back of her head that was telling her to go out into the hallway and make her presence known but she couldn’t. She stepped out from behind the door and ran to give her a hug.

“Oh! Y/n what are you doing out here, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry, Miss. Walker.” Caroline, her teacher, furrowed her eyebrows until realization dawned on her, “Oh, you weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“It’s okay, Miss. Walker! My cousin had to get treatments too, I don’t remember what for, but she turned out okay so you will too!”

She sent the child a soft smile and then ushered her back to class. Ever since that day, y/n made it her mission to make her teacher feel better. She’d spend every minute not working on her homework working on something for her teacher. Whether it was making friendship bracelets with the help of her mom, or a simple card, or even an origami flower.

Each day she’d walk into class with a new little project made for her teacher and place it on her desk or give it to her. Caroline was so grateful for the small girl, having a collection of little gifts from her. No one really understood, hell they were second graders, why she was bringing gifts for Caroline but they soon all wanted to do it.

When Caroline left for the first time, the kids (especially y/n) were super upset. They left their gifts on her desk in the morning and the substitute teacher was in awe of how nice these kids were. Still, none of them knew the real reason Caroline was out except for y/n.

When Caroline got back she saw all of the gifts in two baskets and burst out into tears. All the kids hugged her when they got to school that day and that was the first time y/n experienced maturity. Sure she was still an innocent child but she had this sense of adultness spread through her.

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1. Y/n

“she’s got exes on both her hands most Saturdays. Covers up with covergirl so no one knows her age, sacrificing every moral just to fit the shape, of a picture she’s dying to frame. Friends with almost anyone, a chameleon, only problem is she doesn’t like who she’s become, she’ll do anything to get the slightest bit of love, but it’s never enough. She blows the candles out but now it’s just formality, can’t celebrate under the pressure of society, another year at home alone with her anxiety, says goodbye to her company.”

Y/n had a ton of friends, lots of them from childhood who had stuck together by each other's side and a lot from high school and college as well. Though none of them ever realized what was happening to y/n.

They were never able to break down her walls enough to see the true her, they were never able to even get a vulnerable side of her. Sure, they had seen her cry here or there but she never talked about it afterward, never even made a mention of it.

This was the same for birthdays and holidays. Everyone was always so obsessed with what her brothers were doing, how her brothers were doing, and who her brothers were with. She never got asked once ‘How was school y/n?’, ‘How is work going?’, ‘How are you?’

Even at her own birthday party, she was an outcast, both when she was younger and even now. When her friends would come over for her party they somehow always find a way to disclude her. Not that it was on purpose but to an eight-year-old, it was.

As time went on she stopped having parties, much like other kids, but she didn’t even want to celebrate her birthday anymore. Her mother still made her family come over for a party, however. However, there was a pattern of outcasting the birthday girl.

They all arrived, said a brief hello to the girl, and then wandered off to go catch ip with the rest of the family. Y/n sat in silence by her mom or helped in the kitchen while reading a book or listening to music. Her mom scolded her but she could see the reason why. No one was even trying to talk to her.

It was almost as if she had to be in the room or near a conversation at the right time to even say a word. When they all sat down to eat dinner, y/n picked at her food listening to her cousins talk around her to her brothers. She eyed the ‘adult’ table from across the way and in some respects wished she was over there. At least she’d be quiet enough to fit in.

When she was younger she’d have to open her gifts as the eyes of everyone fell on her. It was always the most awkward thing but her mother never let up and always made her open them. Though, when she got older she agreed to at least wait until the very end of the party. At least it was easier as it was typically just a card with some money or a gift card in it and then maybe a small bag with some socks or something along those lines. It was never anything huge.

When it was time to say goodbye she waved but never gave anyone a hug. They sat in the entrance talking forever before they finally left and y/n was left to clean up and eat whatever dessert was left over, which she couldn’t totally be mad about.

When her own family left her apartment, y/n was left alone with silence and her anxiety of waiting until next year to do it all over again.

“if only they knew, the heart-wrenching truth. and they don’t see”

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