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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 5 years ago

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For Good Measure

Request: “ Oh my gosh I loved your "Appreciation" fic! Your writing style and set up was amazing. In a similar vein, can I request a Chris Motionless x Justin Morrow x Reader smut fic? I'm a *huge* masochist/sub and I've been looking for a BDSM/two Dom guys threesome fic with them FOREVER and can never find one ;-;” - @deepstarlightemo

Warnings: Horribly written, unedited pure smut (BDSM (light), choking, overstimulation, spanking, threesome, slut shaming, I honestly can’t believe I wrote this)

A/N: I hope this is something like what you were looking for! I made it an AU cause I wasn’t quite sure how to do it with them in their real roles. Also, thank you so much!

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You may have had times where you’d been ashamed of your profession, tried to hide it from your family and friends by covering up and just saying you were a performer. That wasn’t entirely a lie. It just wasn’t very specific. Sure, you were a performer: a performer of sexual acts in front of a camera. A pornstar.

When you started, you’d never imagined you’d have gotten where you are now. It started as a way to make money in college when you couldn’t find a job. It was just faceless cam-girl stuff. You covered any distinguishable marks on your skin with foundation so nobody would be able to figure out it was you. But slowly, you began to realize that this was something you actually liked and your shame faded away into power and confidence.

And in times like now, there was no way you could be ashamed. You were just too damn excited. You were about to film a BDSM scene with two of your personal favorite performers in the industry, Chris Cerulli and Justin Morrow. This was a dream cum true (get it?).

The cameras were rolling but you hardly noticed. You were so turned on already and nobody had even touched you. You were standing in five inch black heels, black sheer stockings with garters that attached to your black lace panties, if you could even call them that. In place of a bra, clamps connected by a chain were attached to each of your nipples. Your hands were tied above your head to a hook in the ceiling, leaving you stuck there in the center of the dimly lit room that had more than its fair share of sexy objects and furniture.

“My, my, my. What do we have here?” A dark voice said from behind you. You couldn’t see him, but you knew it was Chris.

Equally as dark and serious, Justin answered, “Looks like a fucking whore to me.” The men walked up to you, Chris smacking you hard on the ass out of nowhere. You yelped.

“I’m sorry what was that?” Chris got closer to your face, his eyes painted dark in contrast to the pale makeup on his face.

You composed yourself, “Thank you, sir.”

“That’s better.” He stood back up straighter. Although you’d scene them dozens of times in some of his films, all of his tattoos were absolutely mesmerizing. Most dom men in the BDSM community always wore all black but Chris always did his shirtless and you were pretty sure it was one of the reasons he turned you on so bad. Tattoos had always gotten you going.

Justin was shirtless too in order to match with Chris’s signature. He didn’t have as many tattoos but he was more muscular than Chris, both men still ridiculously attractive.

You hadn’t noticed that Justin stepped away until he returned, trading places with his counterpart to stand before you. Without saying anything, he reached his hand out to grip around your throat and held you in place while he inched his lips towards yours. You tried leaning in, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on you, but just as they were about to graze, he dropped his hand from your throat and yanked on the chain attached to your breasts, pulling your nippled hard.

“AH! Fuck!” You whimpered out, twisting in your bindings.

You hadn’t noticed the black wand in his hand until he flipped it in his hand and flipped the switch on it. The large vibrator began to buzz in his hand. Justin pointed the round tip towards you and began to run it down along your arms and across your sore breasts, making you shiver. Finally, he made his way down to you core where you needed it most.

He pressed it hard against your lower lips and you squirmed to try and get it on your clit more. “Awww,” Chris cooed, “How pathetic.” He smacked your ass yet again, your body sliding up and your clit finally getting that stimulation it craved, if even for a second.

“Please, sir…” You begged Justin, leaning forward to readjust yourself on the buzzing device in his hand.

Justin followed your body with the device, “Please what?”

Chris came up behind you, pressing his bare chest to your back and began massaging your breasts, pulling every now and again on the chain. He slipped your hair over one shoulder and began kissing along it gently in harsh contrast to the abuse he was laying into your overstimulated nipples.

“Please, sir, please can you put it on my clit?” Your head lulled to the side to give Chris better access.

Suddenly, Justin smacked the inside of your thigh, the sensitive skin stinging, “Spread your legs.” You did as he instructed and stepped out a little more, your ass pressing into Chris’s bulge behind you.

Justin reached down and grabbed the front of your panties and pulled them up tight and hard against your slit, making you wince at the aggressive contact on your sensitive skin but loving every second of it. After a few seconds of that, he released his pulling but replaced the pressure with direct contact with your clit on the vibrator.

You moaned loudly, finally allowing yourself to lean into the light vibrations. It wasn’t much but it was something.

Behind you, Chris’s tongue ran up your neck and bit your ear before slapping your ass again. “Ah!” Your hips bucked against the vibrator and Justin turned it up a level, the buzzing more intense as you did.

Your breathing began to get a little shaky and your legs were having a hard time holding your weight. “F-f-fuck. Please can I cum?” You asked, the knot in your stomach forming and getting tighter and tighter.

“No cumming unless we say.” Chris growled, stepping away from you and coming around to the front.

It was getting harder and harder to hold off your orgasm, “Please, sir, I’m so close.”

Justin shook his head, “We didn’t say yes so you better not cum.”

You were right there. You were so damn close. Tears began to spill over your eyes as it became almost painful, “I’m gonna cum!” You announced when you got too close to pull back.

Justin pulled the toy away just milliseconds before you could fall over.

“Fuck!” You screamed, feeling your orgasm ripped away from you.

As he did, he reached up and removed the nipple clamps. You sighed at the relief but it was short lived as Justin’s hand came up to smack your tender breasts, red marks smattering across the skin. “Ow!” You cried with pleasure, juices dripping down your legs.

He reached above your head and undid the knots around wrists, “Let’s get you out of this.” He muttered as he did so.

Your arms fell, blood finally returning to your limbs as you stumbled slightly, your full weight returning to your heels. The relief wasn’t too long lived though.

Chris grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail and yanked your head over to face him, “Bend over that table, ass in the air.” He hissed at you, walking you over to the table and pushing your head down. With his knee, he spread your legs across and smacked your butt hard. His free hand dipped down between your folds, fingers slipping into you easily, “So fucking wet.”

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, leaving the garters and heels still on.

“Here it is.” Justin said from somewhere above you and you saw his arm stretch out over you, handing Chris the vibrator they’d just used moments ago.

Chris bit his lip with a smirk, the metal rings in it glistening between his teeth, before switching it on. He reached under your hips and hoisted your rear in the air and nuzzled the vibrator under you, tucking it between your folds until it was pressed hard against your bare clit. Chris flicked the small device on, sending shocks down your body. While you moaned and ground yourself into it your hands tried to grip onto the table you were lying on.

“Oh shit.” You moaned out, breathy whimpers going straight to Chris and Justin’s cocks.

When the men returned to you, both were completely stripped naked. Chris stood behind you, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds before slamming roughly into you, making you yelp loudly and reach for something to hold on to.

Justin stood at the other end of the small table and grabbed your hair, pulling the top half of your body up. His large member waved in front of your face, “Open up, slut.”

You readily obeyed, small moans escaping as you did from the mixture of Chris pounding into you and the vibrator still going strong on your clit. Justin used his grip on your hair to thrust you down on his cock, shallow at first but then further, almost down your throat. You gagged around him, eyes watering and makeup beginning to run down your cheeks.

You were still close from the last time they’d edged you so it really didn’t take long at all to get close to that brink. Looking down at you, Justin could tell you were close. The way you moaned around his cock and the way your eyes were closed tightly were dead giveaways, “You gonna cum?” He asked.

You nodded and pulled off his cock, “Yes, oh my God. Please can I cum.”

Justin forced his cock back down your throat. Chris gripped your hips and pressed you harder down into the vibrator, which was now on its highest setting. “Not yet.”

You shook your head violently, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

Chris’s hand came down hard on your ass which was scarlet red now, “Not without permission.”

You were so desperate. You genuinely couldn’t hold back. “Please, I wanna be a good girl but I’m gonna-”

“Cum.” Chris demanded and you completely fell apart around their cocks. Your pussy squeezed around him tightly, the vibrator still going crazy on your clit.

Your body kept trying to come down but the vibrator wouldn’t allow it, the pleasure beginning to turn almost painful. You tried to squirm away from it but Chris held your hips down hard onto it. “Ahhhh fuck!” Your eyes screwed shut as you screamed.

Chris didn’t let up though. He held onto the vibrator and pressed it harder into your clit himself, still pistoning his hips into your clenching wetness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, stop!” You begged.

Chris, knowing that you had a safe word and would use it if you genuinely wanted things to stop, kept pressing in, “I thought you said you wanted to cum? Aren’t you cumming?” He asked innocently.

Justin leaned down and sucked a hypersensitive nipple into his mouth with a pop before his hand came down to smack your nipple harshly.

“Oh my fucking God!” You gripped the table harshly, your legs shaking violently as the pain began to become pleasure once again. Your body felt ice cold this time.

Justin moved the end of the table next to Chris, leaning over to choke you once again, his free hand stroking his cock quickly, chasing his own release. Beneath the two men, your body exploded once again with a loud scream, your body shaking in a way you’d never experienced with orgasms.

Chris pulled out of you and stroked himself harshly, both him and Justin finishing on your ass, ribbons of white dripping across your skin. They finally removed the vibrator and you were able to catch a breath. Just when you thought you could catch a second, Chris’s fingers came down to smack your clit hard and you nearly cried, “For good measure.”

#chris motionless #chris motionless smut #chris motionless x reader #chris motionless imagine #chris motionless drabble #justin morrow drabble #justin morrow smut #justin morrow imagine #justin morrow #justin morrow x reader #justin morrow x reader x chris motionless #dom!Chris motionless #dom!Justin Morrow #motionless in white fanfic #motionless in white #motionless in white imagines #motionless in white smut

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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years ago

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Validation

Chris motionless x reader

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Request from anon

"chris comfort fic? Reader has been struggling with bad depression and he tells the reader how proud he is of them."

I decided to do a short drabble for this one since I didn't really have an idea for a full story (which also means no song, sorry). I hope you still like it anyway. It took me some time to get into a sort of mindset for this one and even then it still didn't really happen the way I wanted it to 😅

Tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee @svintsandghosts @cynic-spirit

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I sat at the cafe table across from Chris and sighed before taking another drink. He had asked me if I wanted to go to lunch or something to just get me out of the house. I of course said yes but was now regretting my decision.

"You still with me y/n?"

He waved his hand in front of my face and I jolted upright.

"Yeah yeah, I'm here."

He laughed a little bit.

"You sure?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, sorry."

He smiled at me as he took a drink.

"Did you hear what I said?"

He raised both brows at me as he put his cup back on the table. I just stared at him for a second.

"Uh, no, ya wanna run that by me again?"

He shook his head.

"I said I'm glad you decided to come hang with me today."

I smiled a little at him.

"I always hang out with you when you ask."

He sent me a look.

"Yeah but I know how you've been feeling lately and I'm really proud of you for actually getting up and out of your house. You've been facing your demons head on."

I drew my brows together. He was proud of me for doing something that I do everyday?

"It's not like it's a big deal Chris, this is just a regular Tuesday. Ya know, same station different day kinda thing."

He took another drink.

"Yeah but you're choosing to go and be out and do stuff, you aren't letting your depression and anxiety keep you locked up and that takes guts. So really, I'm proud of you."

I smiled at him.

"I guess I never really thought of it like that, I've been dealing with it for so long it just feels like it's apart of me now. Something I always have to deal with."

He nodded in understanding.

"Yeah but you're not letting it keep you from doing anything and I'm proud of you for that. It means a lot too that you'd still want to fight it enough to come see me."

He smiled widely and I mirrored him.

"Well if it means making you happy then I'm glad I'm fighting it too, even if it is an ongoing battle."

He raised his cup and we cheersed.

"I'll drink to that."

We both laughed a little before taking drinks. When our cups we're back on the table Chris tapped it lightly.

"So, now that you're out and about, wanna go to the mall? I've been dying for a new Jersey from that sports store they just put in."

I laughed at him and shook my head.

"Sure Chris, let's go to the mall."

#request #Wattpad #x reader #drabble #chris motionless #chris cerulli #miw #one shot #imagine #179 #180 #200 #not on wattpad

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writingismyhappytime · 8 years ago

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Cuddles

Chris Motionless x reader

Warnings: Fluff

You giggle as you lay in bed with Chris, gazing warmly into his brown eyes. You reach forward, lightly tapping him on the nose as you smile at him. He returns it, leaning forward to softly kiss your lips.

“I miss you when you’re gone,” you murmur against his soft mouth, returning his kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere for a while,” he whispers, curling his long arm around your waist, dragging your body to his. Your arm slips around his shoulder, face pressing just beneath his chin as you snuggle into him. His knee slips between yours as he holds you close, murmuring sweet words in your ear that make you sigh happily.

“I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

#fluff #drabble #chris motionless #chris motionless imagine #chris motionless fan fiction #chris motionless x reader

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inkrabbit · 4 years ago

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You Promised

Is this any good? Of course not. Just a little drabble I had gotten the idea of after making the headcanons. And now I've decided to subject you all to it.

Warning: This has spoilers for the game! So if you haven't played, or even watched, I would advise not reading ahead!

You should've gone with him. You should've raised hell the moment he had ordered you to stay put in the factory, that frenzied look in his green eyes. But you trusted him. He gave you his word that he would come back – promised he would return and you two would be reunited. You could go along with the plan he had laid out, with or without Ethan Winters.

Of course, nothing had gone the way your beloved said it would. The fool. The last interaction you two had rang out, over and over in your mind, like a broken record set to repeat.

“Listen, buttercup. There's nothing to worry about. I'll deal with Ethan, and then you and I will go after that bitch, Miranda. I'll be back before sundown, I promise. You just sit tight here, and try not to worry your pretty little head.”

“Fine. I love you!”

“And I you, my love.”

Damn you, Karl Heisenberg. Your legs ached and your lungs burned as you ran towards the open field you knew he was in to battle Ethan. It was a victory the man had already claimed when he mutated in a fit of rage. The factory, or what was left of it, had burned to the ground behind you, courtesy of Chris. Your home and memories you had built there with Karl had been reduced to nothing more than rubble, but you counted yourself lucky to have gotten out in one piece, and with the items you had been gifted.

You followed the storm in the distance, the metal whirlwind guiding you through your panicked frenzy. It didn't seem to last long, another explosion shaking you down to your core. It had stopped you dead in your tracks, your knees buckling beneath you. You already knew what had happened, and you couldn't stop the tears that welled up in your eyes. No. No, no, no.

“K-Karl,” His name came out as a choked whimper, your body trembling. Your mind flooded with thoughts of the engineer. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. You couldn't accept it.

You force yourself to your feet, adrenaline coursing through you as you desperately denied the thought that loomed over your head. No. The metal storm stopped because he had won, right? The noise, the fighting – he won and had transformed back. That had to be it.

By the time you got around the back of the factory and through the opening of the enclosure, you had already seen evidence of Mother Miranda's arrival. Your heart dropped and you felt sick, tears spilling down your cheeks, blurring your vision and stinging. You had heard the crow caw, its wings flapping as it took flight. You ignored the creature, cursed it even as you stumbled over to the pile of metal that laid motionless in the field. You knew who it was, though you still didn't want to accept it. That was, of course, until something caught your eye in the middle of it all, gold and twinkling in the fires.

Your movements are slow and hesitant as you reach out, fingers curling around the golden band and bringing it close. A wedding ring, polished and looking brand new. The last gift Karl had promised you. A scream escapes your lips, broken and sobbing as you hold it close to your chest.

“You promised!” you cry out, pulling the ring back. You look down at the compass that hangs from your neck, another gift from your lover. It always pointed back towards him. To always know where home is.Sure enough, the end was fixated on the metal scrap in front of you and you curl in on yourself as you sob. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He promised. He promised. He-

You slip the ring onto your finger, finding it to be a perfect fit. You wonder when he was going to give this to you. How it would've been. Romantic? Humorous? Perhaps serious and done somewhere where it was only the two of you? Would he have made you feel like the most important person? Would he have given a grand speech like he was famous for? Told you how much he loved and adored you, and how he would've traded everything to have a normal life? You would've said yes. There was no doubt in your mind that you would've squealed and thrown yourself into his arms.

Miranda. This was all her fault, along with Ethan's. You hated them. You wanted your revenge, and you were going to get it one way or another. Someone had to pay, and you didn't care who. Your boyfriend – no, your would-be husband didn't deserve any of this. That much you knew and were confident in. A newfound rage filled you, coursing through your veins and quieting the sorrow that was there. The more you thought it over, the angrier you got. You would never see his family anymore, or hear his little chuckles. His jokes, or the rants he would go on. The soft caress of your cheek, or how close he would hold you. They took that from you. They took everythingfrom you.

You notice something else in the pile. Karl's old hook necklace. Your heart aches as you reach out, wrapping your fingers around the warm metal and admiring it. You felt numb and broken, lost without the man. Gripping the chain, you sling it over your head and around your neck, adjusting it so that it sits comfortably beside the compass. Someone would pay for this, that much you could promise. You didn't care who. And unlike Karl, you would go through with your plans without fail.

#Karl Heisenberg #gn!reader #spoilers #re8 spoilers #drabble #I hate it #but I wrote it #so I'm subjecting everyone else to my horrible shit

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shhh-no-ones-masterlist · 5 years ago

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Motionless In White 1

Tumblr only allows 100 links per post so part two is located in my master list

- AJ Stortz

sharp shooter

- band

things that make you...

take care

brothers honor

Sleeping beauty

- chris motionless

(all parts in parenthesis are part of a series)

a creepy Christmas

too close for comfort(*)

harlequin*

beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice* (part 4)

eat me*

gifted part 1* part 2*

out of dodge part 1 part 2

head games*

madness part 1 part 2

point made*

fever dream part 1 part 2 part 3* part 4

to yourself

wake up call

speechless

comfort crowd

third times a charm* (part 3)

hollywood horror

Validation (drabble; not on wattpad)

needle point (ft angelo parente)

no distractions*

witch wolf? part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

ambiguous

god complex*

saints protect her

forest fire part 1 part 2

Suited part 1 part 2

thoughtless part 1* part 2 (parts 1 and 2)

hang tight

assigned seating(*)

new beginnings* (part 5)

unexpected

toil and trouble

rules of the game part 1 part 2(*) part 3*

Glass heart

Morning would*

Swimming with sharks

A million and one (*)

Tomorrow never comes

Booster

- josh balz

religious disbelief

Family ties

- Justin morrow

thrash pile*

friends forever*

- ricky horror

chained together part 1 part 2

hard to breathe

bases loaded*

masquerade*

Hope-less

- ryan sitkowski

accidentally in love

drunk me drink me

in the air part 1 part 2*

Issues part 1 part 2 part 3

tea time

a long time coming*

a bloody good time

cafe cutie part 1 part 2

candyland

sweet spot

hugs and kisses

dress to impress

sapphires are a girls worst enemy

Alone together*

- vinny mauro

shopping spree

homecoming

confessions

cupids aro

artists honor

crap shoot part 1* part 2 part 3

creature of the night*

restless

on beat

the wrong L word (*)

Green looks good on you

#miw #motionless in white #aj storts #chris motionless #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #vinny mauro #ricky horror #josh balz

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nonstoplover · 5 years ago

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wasn’t expecting that ~ Chris Evans (song drabble)

my masterlist │ my song drabbles

song used as inspiration: jamie lawson ~ wasn't expecting that

words: 4.1K

approximate reading time: about 20-25 mins

warnings: realllly small, not even detailed mentions of a coming death at the very end of it, if you're uncomfortable with reading about deadly illnesses, please don't read after the “many, many years later” caption!! otherwise it's nothing but nonstop fluffiness

a/n: song drabble nUMeRo CuAtRo!!! the ending is a little bit sad, i'm sorry, i just really love this song and wanted to follow the lyrics as perfectly as i could. this song is so beautiful, if you haven’t already, give it a listen. absolutely breathtaking.

anyway, this story here has a couple time jumps, prepare yourself for that lmao. these are mostly just short scenes showing glimpses of reader's life. i hope you enjoy it, the longest song drabble by far that i have written. let me know what you think, feedback is very much appreciated!! and as usual, feel free to request, loves.

The floor was shaking and even the air was vibrating from the loud bass ringing through the speakers of the club (y/n) previously decided to spend the night at. It wasn't typical of her, but as she just finished a huge project at work and actually amused her boss with the professionalism she had shown, she thought she deserved a night out.

It's been a while since she had last stepped inside a club or any party, she had always been too caught up with her work. She joyously glanced around the crowd of people moving to the rhythm on the dancefloor as she was slowly slipping her drink at the bar counter, the side of her body pressing against it, looking for support.

Her moving eyes fell on a particular guy over and over again. An attractive, tall, blondish brown haired young man whose smile seemed to bring sunshine even to the darkness of the club. She felt a strange feeling in her chest and slightly alcohol-clouded mind whenever she accidentally caught sight of him.

One of those times when she turned her head back to watch him, he wasn't there and she felt disappointment pang in her body, a kind of feeling she'd never admit feeling because of a stranger.

A few moments passed with her standing motionless, eyes watching the liquid dance around in her glass from the loudness of the music, but then a body collided with hers, startling the girl. She raised her head with wide eyes, meeting a beautiful pair of green ones already staring at her.

"Well, this wasn't how I wanted to introduce myself, but I guess I gotta work with what I got," the man she was previously staring at oh so many times chuckled, leaning a little closer so she could hear his words clearly. "I'm Chris."

(y/n) tried to ignore the sudden change of rhythm inside her chest, her pulse rapidly growing. She was almost sure the man in front of her could hear her heart beat in her throat. With a (probably visible) gulp she took the held out hand and shook it.

"I'm (y/n)."

"Beautiful name," Chris grinned and the girl felt relieved the lights were dim as she could feel the blood rush to her cheeks.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"I saw you from over there and you have such a breathtakingly gorgeous smile that I knew it'd be the biggest mistake of my life if I wouldn't come over and introduce myself."

He was such a flirt, and these exaggerated compliments were way too cheesy for her liking, but still, somehow the way he spoke the words, she could feel herself grow weak in the knees.

Meanwhile all Chris was able to think was that even though he probably sounded like a creep, a bold creep, he had to praise her. She had to know just how precious she was. A feeling took over him, filling him up from his toes to the top of his head, something he had never felt before. He knew that if there was one thing he truly wanted in his life, it was to get to know this woman.

"You have pretty eyes," (y/n) replied a moment later, almost immediately mentally cursing herself. Really?! This was the best thing her mind could come up with? Her whole face probably looked brighter red than a tomato by now, and she swiftly raised her glass to drink from it, trying to hide herself and finding something to do as she prayed for the ground to open up under her feet and swallow her as a whole.

Chris just let out an honest, lovely laugh, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing no sign that he thought the girl was weird or awkward. In fact, he found her answer rather adorable instead.

"Can I get you another?" He pointed at the now empty glass.

(y/n) glanced down, for a moment unsure what he meant as she was still caught up in her thoughts, but a few seconds later she just shook her head, letting out a laugh.

"No, thanks, I think I had enough." She knew that if she had even just one more sip of alcohol in her body, she would only make an even bigger fool out of herself and the last thing she wanted to do was to embarrass herself in front of such a fine piece of a man.

"Whatever you'd like," Chris smiled back. "Then, would you like to dance or you'd prefer sitting down somewhere a little more quiet and talk?"

He was moving fast and non-stop, and he was a tiny bit scared he might lose everything with it, but the fear of the girl leaving without him having a chance to find out more about her was greater and stopped the little, worrying voice in his head.

"Dancing's fine for now," (y/n) grinned, grabbing the man's hand and pulling him already towards the dancefloor.

All her life, she'd always been shy and incoherent around men, but seeing the straightforwardness of Chris she felt a sudden wave of confidence move through her veins.

They danced through multiple songs, bodies moving close against each other, facing each other or with (y/n) pressing her back against his front, it didn't matter. They changed position multiple times, getting completely lost in the deafening music and each other.

It only took an hour or so before (y/n), now standing face to face with him, lifted her head and at the same time Chris lowered his, right until their lips met in a chaste kiss. It was so short (y/n) couldn't decide if she only dreamt it, but then as their eyes met again, the twinkle in his green ones told her that it was real.

Both of them bursted out giggling as they continued to dance for a few minutes before eventually (y/n) felt too exhausted to move another bone in her body. They managed to collect their jackets before stepping out into the cold early spring night.

Their ears were whizzing from spending hours in the noisy room but it felt great to finally have some fresh oxygen in their lungs. Without a word spoken (y/n) slipped her hand into Chris' much bigger one and started walking home. She felt utterly thankful for living only two streets down from the club, not having to wait for an Uber to arrive.

The ten minutes of walking they spent with flowing conversation, eventually slightly sobering up, but that didn't stop them from starting making out as soon as they reached her building. With a little stumbling on the stairs completed with a couple kisses stolen on the way up, they successfully arrived to her apartment door.

After four resultless attempts Chris took the key from the girl's tipsy, clumsy hands and opened the door himself. Making out immediately continued, with (y/n)'s back pressed against the wall, her body trapped between the man's arms, one that was supporting his weight on the wall and one on her waist whilst his feet were on either side of hers. There was nowhere to go for her, but it's not like she even wanted to leave.

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The sunlight crept in through the window, slowly reaching (y/n)'s face, waking her up from the amazing dream she had. She mentally cursed herself for forgetting to close the blinds the night before, and sleepily rolled over to escape the sharp light hitting her eyes.

A moment later her fingers touched warm, soft skin and she was all of a sudden completely awake, eyes open wide. She stared at the man laying in her bed in disbelief.

So it wasn't a dream? This Greek god truly spent the night with her? A gasp escaped her lips and she swiftly brought her palm up, pressing it against her mouth, hoping she didn't wake him up.

Chris started somewhat moving, his hand that was until then laying between their bodies moving up and around her torso. She subconsciously shuddered under his touch and it was enough to wake him up. His eyes blinked open, a lazy smile splitting his face.

"Good morning, (y/n)."

"Good morning," she answered, his raspy morning voice waking a couple feelings inside of her chest.

"What?" He chuckled when he finally caught glimpse of her still visibly surprised expression.

"I just... well, I wasn't expecting that." Her pointer finger moved back and forth between them, alternately signalling at the man and herself.

"Me too, I never thought I'd ever wake up in such an amazing woman's bed," Chris raised his eyebrow suggestively, a wide grin playing on his lips.

"No, I meant that I never thought that I'd ever wake up beside a real marble statue."

Chris bursted out laughing before repeating her words in amusement.

"Well, okay, not marble statue. But a real life god for sure," (y/n) mumbled.

The man only laughed even harder, pushing himself up on his elbows.

"If I'm a god, then you're a goddess," he replied before leaning down to kiss the girl passionately.

A couple minutes of rolling around in the bed sharing sloppy, dozy kisses later Chris stood up from the bed. (y/n) almost covered her eyes when they took in the sight of the naked man in front of her, but memories of the previous night came to her mind and she just smiled up at him, noticing the tiny smirk taking over his expression as he looked down at her lying form.

"I'll take a shower, you join if you like, and then I'll take you out for breakfast," he announced on his way to the bathroom winking over his shoulder, and before she would have the chance or time to protest, he has already disappeared through the doorway.

- - - - - - - - - - -

"Everyone, this is Chris," (y/n) announced to her small group of friends. "And Chris, this is everyone."

Laughter filled the living room before eventually each person opposing the couple moved to introduce themselves to their friend's boyfriend.

"We've heard so many things about you," Jack grinned at him as they shook hands.

"Only good ones, I hope." Chris chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry, she's talking about you all the time, and somehow they're only good, or what is more, amazing things," Emily joined the conversation, pulling the friend group's new addition into a hug.

"Yeah, I'm quite convinced by now that you're naturally unable to make mistakes," another friend, Daniel added.

Chris shook his head in disbelief, lovingly glaring at the girl standing by his side as he laughed along with her friends.

"What? It's not true, I do tell them your disadvantages too!" (y/n) protested in an exclaim.

"Really? Then I probably missed them all 'cause I can't remember a single thing," Emily giggled.

"I think we all missed that," Jack high-fived her.

"Shut up, guys."

(y/n) rolled her eyes, swiftly moving out of her boyfriend's hold, leaving towards the kitchen.

"Come on, girl, we're only joking!" The last one of her friends, Tessa called out after her.

"Just stop making a fool of me in front of Chris," (y/n) announced when she got back with a plate in her hands. "You're gonna scare him away and I'll hate you for it forever."

"It's impossible, nothing can make me leave." Chris grabbed her arm to pull her into his side, pressing a quick kiss against her temple.

A choir of 'aww's filled the air and (y/n) hid her face in her palms to cover the rising blush.

"Let's just play one of those games," she pointed at the tower of board games on the coffee table to try and divert the subject.

Three hours later Chris placed the last dirty glass in the dishwasher, straightening his back with a sigh. To say he was tired was a misunderstanding. He felt utterly exhausted, the nervousness of meeting (y/n)'s friends for the first time, the countless different games they played throughout the evening had completely worn him out.

He wearily strolled back inside the living room, slumping down on the couch as his girlfriend still moved around, sweeping the floor.

"How are you?" She glanced at him with an understanding smile.

"Dead tired," he groaned. "But it was fun. I like them."

"You do?" (y/n) beamed, pouring the collected dirt inside the trash can before moving to sit down next to him, snuggling into him.

"Did you have fun?" Chris asked back, pressing a kiss against her hair, right on the top of her head.

"Absolutely. Thank you for everything," she sighed in contentment. "And for helping me clean up."

"You're welcome."

They stayed like that, enjoying the peaceful quiet and happiness surrounding them inside and out for about half an hour. Chris couldn't help but think about one thing only, and that one thing was what he was feeling in his chest. It had been there for a while now, but that day it grew even stronger.

(y/n) was thinking about the same thing. How complete this man had made her and her life ever since he came into view. How much he gave her, whether it was words, silence, touches, a kiss or literally anything else that she needed. She wanted him to know it, so in that calmness she took the chance to finally express it.

"I love you," she whispered so quietly she wasn't sure he even heard it, right until she felt Chris' body go tense as he took in the words.

He couldn't believe his ears first. Did the girl hear his thoughts? He wanted to say it out loud, too, but she was faster.

"I love you too," he replied.

(y/n) raised her head and sat up straighter, supporting her weight gripping into his arm. She was grinning wide, and he felt one with a similar width splitting his face as well. They both let out a giggle before leaning in and kissing each other with the most passion ever.

"Wow, I didn't think you could make me smile this big," (y/n) chuckled when they parted.

"Me neither."

They stared at each other in complete adoration for what felt like eternity before the girl let out a yawn, breaking the moment. Chris stood up, gently lifting her up in bridal style to bring her to her bed.

"Are you gonna stay?" Her sleepy voice broke the comfortable silence when her body met the mattress and she snuggled herself into the sheets.

"If you want me to, yeah."

"Of course I want you to, dummy," she giggled and Chris smiled, pulling his shirt off his body before crawling into bed, arms already moving around her torso to pull her into him.

- - - - - - - - - - -

"I'm trying to work!" (y/n) exclaimed when Chris didn't stop tickling her side, standing behind her chair.

"And I'm trying to talk with you," he answered cheekily, but the slight quiver of his voice didn't go unnoticed by the girl. She put the pen down and turned to the side to look at him. Within a moment he was squatting beside her so she didn't have to crane her neck too much to be able to look into his eyes.

"What is it then?" (y/n) asked sweetly, reaching out to lace her fingers with his.

"I was thinking," Chris started, but eventually stopped after these three words, making the girl let out a chuckle.

"Yeah? That was the important thing that couldn't wait?"

"No, shhh, I'm tryna find the best way to say it," he placed a finger against her lips to gently shut her up.

"Okay, now you're scaring me," she stated from behind his touch, slightly muffled as her eyes widened with worry.

"You know, I think... Uh..."

(y/n) had never seen him like that before. Chris was a stuttering mess instead of the always confident man she got to know him to be. She waited patiently for him to continue, intrigued to find out the reason behind his nervosity.

"Let's move in together."

Her lips somewhat parted as she processed his words, taken aback by the sudden announcement.

"I mean, we're technically already living together, there are only a couple nights we spend apart, and I think it'd be nice to officially be able to be together 24/7," the man rambled, trying to explain it.

Now it was (y/n)'s turn to shush him with her finger against his lips. She had already thought about it just like seemingly he did, so her answer was already thought through and ready to be spoken out loud.

"It'd be awesome," she said, grinning widely at Chris. He fistbumped the air in the utter joy he was feeling before pulling the girl in by the back of her neck and smashing their lips together.

- - - - - - - - -

As the celebration of their one year anniversary, Chris arranged a weekend getaway trip to the mountains where he rented a small house away from everything and everyone so they could spend some time actually, truly alone.

He planned everything, even packed a bag for her, putting in all her favourite clothing items, and he only told her about it when he woke her up the day before their anniversary at 6am so they could leave early.

The roadtrip was amazing, filled with lots of laughter, singing (or more like belting out song lyrics), stuffing their stomach with all kinds of snacks (Chris bought at least one pack of literally everything he had found in the shop earlier), and switching position every once in a while so he could rest a bit while she was the one driving.

(y/n) was blown away, to say the least. The house, the view, the whole idea itself was breathtakingly lovely. No one ever did anything like that for her in her whole life. She had never felt so loved.

Being exhausted from the several hours long car ride and getting up so early in the morning, they eventually decided to take a nap. Not much later (y/n) was already sleeping so deep that she didn't notice her boyfriend leave her side. He worked in silence in the bathroom, careful not to make any mistakes as he lit the small candles and scattered the rose petals.

An hour later, when the girl finally woke up, Chris was nowhere to be seen. She walked around the house in search of him, and eventually arrived to the bathroom. Her jaw dropped to the floor as her eyes took in the sight.

Candlelight illuminated dimly the whole room, petals of red roses creating a path towards the bathtub. She slowly approached it, and when she glanced down, she let out a quiet squeal.

With those very petals there were words written out on the bottom of the tub.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Her hand flew up to cover her widely opened lips as tears filled her eyes. The sound of the door closing behind her made her spin around, and there he was, the man she was previously searching for. A simple, white shirt hugged his torso perfectly, the outlines of his toned upper body clearly showing from under it. His choice of clothing was completed with a pair of elegant pants and a single red rose was in his hands.

He slowly knelt down to one knee under her staring eyes and as a sob escaped her, a couple teardrops freeing themselves and rolling down her cheeks, he spoke the words of the question out loud, pulling a ring box out from his pocket.

She was crying unstoppably at this point, but she managed to move her head in several huge nods as an answer. When she was finally able to form words, she started mumbling yes over and over against the skin of her hands.

Chris swiftly stood up and rushed to her side, taking her face in his hands only to stare at her in affection for a couple seconds. He eventually broke out from his trance and pulled her face towards him to kiss her.

"What, you're not even gonna look at the ring?" He joked with their lips still touching when after they parted, she still chased him with her lips.

(y/n) leant further away from him and turned her gaze down, watching as Chris pulled the mentioned ring out of its box and place it onto her fourth finger.

"It's absolutely gorgeous," she gasped, taking in the simple, yet elegant golden ring. She moved her hand around, amused by how beautifully the small gem shined in the candlelight.

"Thank you," the girl lifted her head back up to press yet another kiss against his lips, followed by about a million more.

- - - - - - - - -

Exactly two years after they first met in that club, (y/n) found herself stepping out to the slightly crisp but sunny spring air, her arms linked with her father's, body perfectly hugged by the previously chosen wedding dress.

As they got closer to the front, she noticed the tears shining in Chris' eyes as he watched her come closer and her heart fluttered with utter delight.

She truly was a wonderfully gorgeous creature. Chris knew that he'd never be able to get enough of looking at her.

He truly was a sight for sore eyes, (y/n) thought giddily, almost tripping on her way there. She was sure she would've faceplanted onto the ground if his father wasn't grabbing her arm so tightly.

Chris shook his head in loving disbelief as he noticed her (not surprising) clumsiness and (y/n) shrugged, shooting a grin his way.

Finally tearing her gaze from the man, his fiancé, (in order to avoid actually tripping) she looked to the side to catch a glimpse of her mum. The older woman's eyes were blurry, cheeks staining with wet stripes already, her lips curved into a beaming smile. She held her hand up, forming a thumbs up at her daughter, making her grin even wider before turning back towards Chris, as she was arriving to her final destination.

The ceremony didn't last long, or at least for the couple standing facing each other it didn't seem moer than a couple minutes. In the flicker of an eye they were already at the end of it, leaning in to kiss each other in utter and complete love.

"I love you more than anything, Mrs Evans," the new husband whispered to his wife.

"I love you too, Mr Evans."

- - - - - - many, many years later - - - - - - -

"Don't you cry, you old dumbass," (y/n) scolded her husband, glancing up at him from where she was laying in the hospital bed, her voice raspy from age but the glint in her eyes still the exact same as it was in her twenties, whenever she was looking at him.

"But it's back," Chris whispered in a watery voice as he sat next to her, gripping her hand tightly. He tried hard to fight the urge to cry, it could wait until he got back home where she couldn't see him. It's the least he could do for her now.

"Yeah, and what? You whining about it won't make it go away," the older woman rolled her eyes.

"You're right," he sighed, lifting her hand up to his lips to press a shaky kiss against the back of it.

"I know, I always am," (y/n) laughed. "Otherwise, didn't we have a full life? We had each other through all of it. We made three human beings and raised them amazingly, I mean, just look at them. All successful in what they love to do, respected and surrounded with their own families. We have seven adorable grandchildren. And, you know, we have to face it, we're more than 70 now. Everyone dies someday, and I think we were lucky to stay alive for so long. It could've taken me back then, but it didn't and we had more than thirty years after that. What we had is more than I have ever wished for back when I was a kid or a teenager. All we should be is thankful."

At the end of her speech she was so out of breath that she had to spend a couple seconds leaning her head back and just breathing - panting.

"You're right, again," her husband smiled sadly, and her eyes gleamed happily.

"I love you," she spoke up again when she gained enough strength to do so. "I have loved you all my life, more than anything, never forget that. And I'm thankful for you and all that you've done for me. One thing's for sure, though. On that night in the club, I wasn't expecting that."

A teardrop escaped no matter how hard (y/n) tried to hold it back, and it slowly made its way down the elderly, paper-like skin of her cheek. Chris leaned in and gently kissed it away, both of them letting out a weak giggle from the movie-like cheesiness of it.

"And I love you too, darling."

.::the end::.

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「 ✦ CHRIS MOTIONLESS MASTERLIST ✦ 」

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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♡ — fluff ✧ — angst ❥ — smut/nsfw ❀ — hurt/comfort ➶ — dark/taboo ♢ — other triggers ☆ — personal favourite

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ one shots ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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ʚ♱ɞ vampire!chris motionless x human!reader [ ♡, ✧, ❥, ➶, ♢, ☆ ]

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☆ 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

18+, MDNI

⥅ mainly motionless in white, some bad omens

Chris Motionless:

"Masked men huh?" - Chris Motionless x female reader. Mask kink, unprotected sex.

Haunted Again - Chris Motionless x female reader. Fear play, abandoned and haunted house, against the wall, unprotected sex.

Ticklish - Chris Motionless x female reader. Tickling, p in v sex, fingering.

Vinny Mauro:

Mad - Vinny Mauro x female reader. Make-up sex, mutual masturbation

Am I fuckable? - Vinny Mauro x female reader. Suit, blow job, quickie, masturbation..

You look gorgeous tonight - Vinny Mauro x female reader. Ruined makeup, mirror sex.

Laundry day - Vinny Mauro x female reader. Mutual masturbation, Vinny is a good boy who's whining, some lingerie is involved? I don't know what to add.

Doomed from the start - Vinny Mauro. Semi-public masturbation, mention of weed.

Short drabble - Vinny Mauro x female reader.

Ricky Olson:

Angel Voice - Ricky "Horror" Olson x female reader. Phone sex, guided masturbation.

Just once - Ricky "Horror" Olson x female reader. Hurt/ comfort, dry-humping, "hook up".

Vampire! Bad Omens:

Varney (vampire! Noah)

Nosferatu I (vampire! Ruffilo)

Dracula (vampire! Jolly)

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Lucky Ones (Darkness Finds You Universe Drabble #4)

(Song: "Lucky Ones" by Lana Del Rey.

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Lycia Winters "Pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas)

Word Count: 4,577

Warnings: Mention of insecurity, slight smut on the page and Chris being fluffy af.

Synopsis: Lycia and Chris are back home in Scranton after being on The Dark Horizon tour and how they're enjoying their time at home.

And we're back with the drabbles! I hope you're enjoying them as I do. They've been really fun and I love coming back to these two so much. Co-written with @blackrose-92! x Tiger)

Chris and Lycia’s Home– Scranton, Pennsylvania: August 21st, 2023.

It was a week after Motionless had headlined The Dark Horizon Tour with In This Moment, Fit For A King and From Ashes To New. Chris and I are back home in Scranton, Pennsylvania with our two pugs, Fang and Luna.

I wake up in our bed to the sound of light rain hitting the windows and I sigh, taking in the relaxing feeling and not having to worry about being in a tour bus with his bandmates. I glance over at Chris, who’s still asleep behind me and I run my fingers along his tattooed arm, which was wrapped around my waist all night.

As I lay there, I can’t help but be grateful for our time together with the constant touring. It's rare that we get to spend quality time in the comfort of our own home. I snuggle more into his embrace, feeling the warmth spread through my body. Chris stirs behind me, slowly opening his brown eyes.

“Good morning, honey,” He whispers, voice still husky from sleep. I turn to face him, my yellow-green hazel eyes meeting his.

“Morning, babe. Did you sleep well?” I ask with a smile gracing my lips.

“Better than ever,” He admits, nuzzling into my neck. “I’ve missed sleeping in our bed.”

I giggle softly as I run my fingers through his short hair and down his tattooed jawline. “Me too, It’s nice not to be in a cramped tour bus for once.”

The rain outside picks up, pattering against the window harder as Chris smirks softly and leans in to kiss me. I melt into the kiss, my body responding to Chris’s touch. Chris’s hands roam down my body, tracing the curve of my hips and the slope of my waist. I moan softly into his mouth, my hands moving through his short hair.

As the rain intensified, so did our passion. Chris pulls away from the kiss, his breathing ragged.

“Mmm. Let’s take a shower,” He says, his voice thick with desire.

I grin, nodding eagerly as Chris leads me into our bathroom, shedding our clothes as we go, the steam from the shower envelopes us as we step inside, the hot water beating down on our skin. Chris kisses me again, his hands roaming over my body as the water cascades. His hands move my thighs apart slightly.

I shudder as I feel Chris’s arousal against my thigh and moan softly, my hands touching his back and moving up to tug on his short hair. Chris grunts into the kiss before pulling back, allowing the water to wash over us.

I let out a playful whine as I try to pull Chris’s head back to me, my hands searching for the bar of soap on the shower caddy. I lather it up, rubbing over Chris’s tattooed chest, stomach and back until he’s covered in bubbles. Chris smirks, taking the soap from me– the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon filling the room.

He begins lathering up my body as he runs the soap along my tattoos– from the phoenix on my hip to the fox and deer antlers on my sides, making me squeal and giggle in delight. Once we’re both covered in soap bubbles, we kiss once more as our hands explore each other’s bodies.

Chris lifts my leg, holding it up as he slips inside of me, neither one of us breaking the kiss. I gasp into the kiss, my hands holding onto Chris’s shoulders as he moves within me. When Chris pulls away, both of us are panting.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper softly as my hands move down Chris’s back, my nails digging into his flesh. “You feel so good inside of me.”

“You like that, honey? You like feeling me inside of you?” Chris whispers into my ear, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I moan, nodding my head as Chris continues to thrust slowly while meeting my lips in a deep kiss.

“Hmm. I guess I’m not the only one who’s feeling good,” Chris says with a chuckle into the kiss.

“Shut up!” I say, slapping him playfully on his shoulder.

“Hey, babe. You’re the one moaning, not me,” Chris says, smirking at me.

“Well, I can’t help it. This feels good,” I say, my eyes focus on Chris’s face.

“Good,” Chris whispers into my lips as he smiles at me and pulls me close to kiss me again. His thrusts become faster, a deep but feral growl escaping from his lips. He pulls away from the kiss to look into my eyes.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” He growls out, his hands on my hips as the sound of his voice turns me on further by the second– it’s so hot.

“Fuck, yes,�� I whimper as I lower my head down to bite on Chris’s shoulder.

“Good. Because I’m almost there, babe. You’re so fucking beautiful,” He groans out. I dig my nails into his back, shuddering as I came. Chris lets out a deep guttural moan as he thrusts into me over and over again before he reaches his climax.

“Oh my God, baby. Fuck,” He breathed out, a satisfied smile on his face. I, on the other hand, am not feeling so great.

“Mm,” I nod as my head starts to spin a bit as I lean back against the shower wall, trying to balance myself and my vision has an aura. I feel like I’m going to pass out because I know I have a migraine coming. I don’t get them very often but when I do, the pain is excruciating and they make me sick to my stomach too.

“Lycia? Are you okay?” Chris asks, his voice becoming concerned.

“Yeah, I’m good. I think I just need to lay down for a moment,” I say. I’m about to fall over, my vision is so blurry and everything’s spinning.

“Oh, shit. Are you having a migraine?” Chris asks as he helps me out of the shower and wraps a towel around me.

“I think so,” I reply, my voice muffled by the towel I’d been clutching.

“Alright. I’ll help you get dressed and settled on the couch. I’ll grab you some Excedrin from the kitchen,” Chris says, leading me into the bedroom to help me get dressed into an oversized charcoal gray Nightmare Before Christmas tee from Fashion Nova that had Jack Skellington and Sally on it and a pair of comfy black shorts before bringing me into the living room, keeping the blinds closed down and the room as dark as he can to help soothe me.

As I lay there on the couch, I feel the throbbing pain in my head increase with each passing moment. My stomach churns and I feel like I’m going to be sick. Chris brings me Excedrin and some water but the pills didn’t seem to be working their magic as I need them too. Chris sits beside me, his hands rubbing gentle circles on my back.

“How are you feeling?” He asks softly, with a worry look on his face. I open my eyes and look up at his brown eyes.

“Not great,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper. “It feels like my head is about to explode.”

Chris looks at me with sympathy and kisses my forehead softly.

“I’m sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do to help?” Chris murmurs. I think for a moment and I nod as I look at him.

“There is one thing you can do, actually,” I say.

“What is it?” Chris asks, eager to do anything to ease my pain.

“Could you massage my temples, please?” I request. Chris nods, moving his hand from my back to my temples, he uses his fingers to apply pressure in a circular motion, trying to relieve some of the tension in my head.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling myself start to relax a little. Chris’s touch is gentle but also firm and it felt wonderful against my skin. After a few minutes, my head begins to feel a little better.

I open my eyes and look up at Chris, who’s still massaging my temples. I can’t help but feel grateful for his loving touch and his willingness to help me in any way possible.

“Thank you, Chris.” I murmur, leaning my head back against the couch cushions. “You always know how to take care of me.”

Chris smiles down at me. “Of course, baby. Anything for my girl.”

I reach up to stroke his cheek, my black and red nails stroking his tattooed jawline and down his neck. Chris leans into my touch, enjoying the sensation of my nails against his skin before his hand takes mine and he places a soft kiss against my knuckles. I pull away with a sigh, feeling slightly better now that the pain has begun to dull down from his massage.

“Do you want something to eat?” Chris asks as he stands up from the couch. I shake my head no but then realize that I’m actually quite hungry.

“Actually, I could eat something,” I say with a small smile. Chris smiles back and nods, heading into the kitchen to make me something light but filling. While he’s gone, I close my eyes once more and let out a deep breath of relief. I feel much better than I have before Chris’s massage and suddenly the thought of food didn’t seem so bad at all.

Let's get out of this town, baby, we're on fire

Everyone around here seems to be going down, down, down

If you stick with me, I can take you higher and higher

It feels like all of our friends are lost

Nobody's found, found, found

When Chris comes back into the living room, he’s carrying a tray with vegan grilled cheese sandwiches and two bowls of tomato soup. He sets the tray down on the coffee table and hands me one of the black plates. I thank him before beginning to eat, savoring every bite while we both watch horror movies together.

As we’re re-watching Hereditary together, my heart races faster with every jump scare. Sure, horror movies don’t phase me that often but this one does. Chris seems to pick up on my fear and pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling my head against his chest.

“Feeling scared, honey?” Chris asks, his voice gentle and soothing.

“A little bit,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. Chris nuzzles his face into the side of my neck, I feel his warm breath on my skin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you,” Chris says, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. I feel a shiver run down my spine at the sound of his voice, I know Chris is just trying to comfort me but I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement at his words. I turn to face him, my heart beating faster as I look up into his deep brown eyes.

“Promise?” I mumble, my voice small and barely audible. Chris chuckles as he leans down and brushes his lips against my ear, sending more shivers down my spine.

“You know I always keep my promises, my Lycia,” He whispers, his warm breath causing me to shudder as I lean in closer, pressing my body to his as I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

I got so scared, I thought no one could save me

You came along, scooped me up like a baby

As the movie finally draws to a close, I sigh as I rest in Chris’s tattooed arms, my migraine long forgotten as I lean up and press a few soft kisses against his throat, eliciting a soft hum from his lips as he pulls me even closer, his fingers running along the red inked snake tattoo on my left outer forearm.

Chris could feel my body tense up as a wave of insecurity passes through me as he leans in to place a kiss on my lips. He can sense that there’s something bothering me and wants to know what it is.

“Hey. You okay, babe?” He asks, breaking off the kiss.

I hesitate for a moment before clearing my throat and finally begin to speak. “I… I’m not sure, Chris. I just feel… Sad. And it’s not because of Marcus this time.”

Chris looks at me with concern etching on his face. “What’s going on, Lycia? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Sometimes I just feel like I’m not enough, you know? That I should live up to this expectation all because the public sees me as the girlfriend of Chris Motionless, not that that bothers me or anything. I… I want to be the best girlfriend that I can be for you but sometimes I feel like that’s not enough.” I sigh as unshed tears glisten in my eyes as I pull away from him.

Chris reaches out and pulls me close, feeling my body tremble against him. He runs his hand through my caramel brown hair, brushing it away from my face.

“Hey,” He says softly as he cups my chin and lifts it so I can look into his eyes. “You are more than enough for me. You’re my partner in life- nothing less than that.”

He kisses me on the cheek lightly before continuing.

“The public’s opinion doesn’t matter to me, Lycia, all that matters is what we have between us.” He wipes away a tear from my face with his thumb before adding quietly, “And that’s something that nobody can take away from us.”

I lean into him and I hug him tightly, his warmth and support is exactly what I need in this moment and I’m grateful for it. I know that no matter what happens in life, Chris would always be here for me and stand by my side when I need him most.

“Thank you,” I whisper into his chest as we embrace each other tightly in our own little world, one where we could forget about reality and just focus on each other for a while longer.

Chris pulls away from me, looking deeply into my eyes. A small smile lit up his face as he spoke.

“Of course, babe,” He said softly, his hands still cupping my face tenderly. “You don’t ever, ever have to worry about not being enough for me. You’re more than enough; you’re everything.”

Every now and then, the stars align

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

He paused for a moment before continuing. “In this world I think we all feel like we don’t measure up sometimes- like we’re not good enough even when we know deep down that that’s not true, but I need you to remember that even in those moments of doubt, I’m here with you.”

He leans forward to place a kiss on my forehead before adding softly, “No matter what, Lycia, I’ll always be here.”

I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes as the emotion of the moment overwhelms me– I have never felt so loved or supported before. I hug Chris tightly again before pulling back to look into his eyes once more with a soft smile on my lips; this man is truly amazing and I feel so lucky to have him in my life.

“I feel so lucky to have you,” I say softly, brushing away my tears with the back of my hand. “I feel like I can trust you with anything and that’s such a precious gift.”

Chris smiles at me as he gently tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“You can always trust me,” He whispers, his voice full of sincerity. He leans forward and kisses my forehead tenderly before continuing. “And I promise I will always be here, no matter what. Okay?”

I nod, feeling a warmth spreading through my chest as I look at Chris with love in my eyes. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have someone like him by my side– someone who not only accepts all of who I am, but also believes in and supports every single one of the dreams I hold close to my heart.

“Besides,” Chris places a soft kiss onto my temple. “Jeremy Saffer wouldn’t have taken you under his wing if he didn’t see how talented you are as a photographer, Lycia. Your photos are unique and captivating, honey. You have a passion for the craft that is unrivaled and I believe in you. That’s why I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished. You have the potential to be one of the best photographers in the rock and metal industry.”

I feel my heart swell with emotion as Chris speaks, his kind words and unwavering support means more to me than I can ever put into words. I look into his eyes with a grateful smile, feeling overwhelmed by the love I see radiating from them.

Everybody told me love was blind

Then I saw your face and you blew my mind

Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time

“Thank you,” I whisper, reaching up to cup his face gently between my hands. “You have no idea how much your encouragement and faith in me means to me. You’re the only one that I know, outside of my brothers who truly believes in my dream of becoming a great photographer.”

Chris smiles at me tenderly, his thumb wiping away a tear that escapes down my cheek.

“Of course I believe in you,” He says softly, leaning forward to place another soft kiss on my temple. “I will always believe in you, Lycia.”

I close my eyes and sigh in content when I feel Chris’s lips press against my skin. I’ve never received such unconditional love and support from anyone like I have with Chris; It means more to me than I could ever explain.

I open my eyes to look at him once more, see the love in his brown eyes before speaking quietly, “I love you so much, Christopher Cerulli. You always know how to make me feel better.”

Chris grins at me and places a hand on my cheek. “I know and I love you too, Lycia. And I will always make sure to take care of you, no matter what.”

Boy, get into my car, got a bad desire

You know that we'll never leave if we don't get out now, now, now

My eyes begin to glimmer with tears once more as I touch his hand, his fingers responding to my touch and intertwining our fingers together as I shake my head at him.

“I never thought that love can be this real,” I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. “I thought it was just a concept, something people talk about but never truly experience. But with you, Chris, I feel like I’m living a dream. A beautiful, never ending dream.”

“You deserve all the love in the world,” Chris murmurs gruffly before leaning in to kiss my lips softly. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met, and I will always cherish you.”

I gasp softly at the intensity of his words before leaning in to kiss him deeply, letting all of our feelings for one another be expressed in this single kiss. When we finally pull away from each other, I can feel tears pricking at the corner of my eyes as happiness bubbles up in my chest.

It’s then that I realize just how deep Chris’s love ran for me. It makes my heart swell with joy knowing that I have someone who fully believes in my dream of being an extraordinary photographer and who would always be there to support and encourage me, no matter what happens.

Chris places a gentle finger under my chin as he brushes away a stray tear from my eye with his thumb.

"I will always be here for you," He says tenderly when he pulls away from our embrace. "No matter what happens, I will always be there for you and I will never let go."

I feel another wave of emotion overcome me as tears begin to stream down my cheeks and I wrap my arms around Chris’s neck, hugging him tightly as I feel all of the love we share wash over us in that moment.

For the longest time, I have been searching for someone who would not only unconditionally fill the unexpected void that Marcus left when he died, but could believe in my dreams and stand by my side no matter what– and now that I have found that person in Chris Motionless. I finally know what it feels like to find true happiness and Chris is that happiness.

Every now and then, the stars align

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

We both laugh as we break apart from each other, our eyes meeting in a moment of shared joy. As the moments pass, the laughter between us fades away and is replaced with a deep contentment that neither of us have felt before.

It’s then that I notice that our two black pugs, Fang and Luna, had begun to whine from where they’d been laying on the foot of the couch, asleep. We both share a smile as Chris reaches down to ruffle the fur behind their ears before standing up and holding his hand out for me to take.

“Come on,” He says softly. “Let’s go take our furry friends out for some fresh air.”

I smile as I allow myself to be pulled to my feet by Chris’s strong grip. Hand in hand, we walk down the hallway toward the backyard, the pugs following happily behind us. Once outside, Fang and Luna run around exploring all the smells.

We follow our fur babies out into the backyard, stopping to admire the lush greenery around us. The sun had started to set on the horizon, casting a soft glow over the entire area. We both feel a sense of peace wash over us as we explore the tranquil atmosphere.

We let Fang and Luna explore for a few minutes before we convince them to go back inside. As we walk back to the house, I can’t help but smile as Chris pets Fang affectionately on the head.

“I can tell that you two have already become best friends,” I say with a laugh as I look at him fondly.

Chris smiles at my comment before pulling me close for another kiss.

“You wanna know who else I’m becoming great friends with? Because when I look at her, I think to myself– what a wonder-fur world.” He says, teasingly. My eyes widen in surprise as I laugh uncontrollably at his cheesy dad joke.

“You’re so silly,” I say between laughs as I try to push him away playfully, only for Chris to pull me closer and capture my lips with his own once again in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless by the time it ends.

Finally, when we break away from each other again, Chris takes my hand and leads me back inside where Fang and Luna are already waiting impatiently at the door for us.

Together, we all go into the living room and curl up on the couch with Fang and Luna snuggle up against our sides while Chris and I cuddle close together under a cozy blanket as we finish our horror movie marathon into the night until finally drifting off into a peaceful sleep together alongside our canine companions in our bed.

Then I saw your face and you blew my mind

Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time

The night is still young as I stir, feeling Chris’s strong arm wrap around my waist. I turn to face him, taking in the sight of his sleeping form in the dim light of the TV. I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having him in my life.

As I lay there, lost in thought, Chris’s hands begin to wander my body and it elicits a soft moan from my lips. He pulls me close, his lips seeking mine in a heated kiss.

I respond eagerly, my hands roaming over Chris’s body as we give in to our desires, Fang and Luna stirring at the foot of the bed, sensing the shift in our energy but quickly settle back down as Chris and I get ourselves lost in each other.

We lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing heavy as we came down from our high. Chris pulls me close, my head coming to rest on his tattooed chest, my cheek laying against the haunted house he has tattooed there.

“I love you,” I whisper into the night and Chris can’t help but smile as he brushes his lips against mine in a gentle kiss.

“I love you too, honey,” He murmurs softly as he continues to run his fingers through my hair as we bask in the afterglow of our passionate night.

Feels like, feels like, you know it feels like

Falling in love for the first time

Feels like, you know it feels like

Falling in love

I close my eyes and snuggle closer to him, allowing myself to relax into his embrace. Fang and Luna move in closer too, curling up against the end of the bed with content sighs.

The evening, despite my migraine, has been perfect and for a moment it feels as if time has stopped spinning; this little home we’ve made between these walls is all that matters right now.

Chris smiles down at me before he presses another kiss to my forehead before we settle down for a peaceful night of sleep together, embraced in each other’s arms with hearts breathing and breathing in perfect tempo.

Every now and then, the stars align

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

Everybody told me love was blind

Then I saw your face and you blew my mind

Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time…

#darkness finds you universe #chris motionless x lycia winters #chris motionless #motionless in white #chris motionless fanfic #motionless in white fanfic #Spotify

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alilpunkrock · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Ryan Sitkowski:

Secrets Out (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Third Time’s the Charm

“Lie to me then.”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

Haunted House

I’ve had a shit day

Breaking Up is Hard to do

I Still Love You

I can do it better (smut)

Blind dates

Plot twist

“I’ll go.”

Baby fever

Jet lagged

Don’t freak out

First tattoo.

Home for the holidays

Too soon?

5 Dads

Three Rounds of Forgiveness

Ricky Olson:

thats my little girl

Truly, madly, deeply

We’re not all the same

A surprise visit

Playing Cupid

Long hair problems

Vinny Mauro:

lets run away

Days off

Ricky’s sister

Just say yes

Merch girl

Happy tears

Chris Motionless:

Mini Mauro

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Perfect Timing

Coffee shop Drabble

Wedding day Drabble

Shooting star wishes and mistletoe kisses

Call off the wedding

Josh Balz

Helping you color your hair

AJ Stortz:

Favorite kind of dates

AJ’s in love...

Eternally Yours

Preferences:

Favorite sex position (5/5)

Favorite body part on their S/O (5/5)

Asking their crush out (5/5)

Kinks (5/5)

Favorite thing to do in their spare time (5/5)

Overprotective (5/5)

#masterlist

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angelic-writer · 6 years ago

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Actors AU Drabble - The Pool Incident

The sizzling sound of meat filled Trilby’s ears as he flipped a piece of pork. He looked over at the cookbook that was on the counter. It was opened to a meal of pork chops and mashed potatoes. He had already gotten to work on the pork chops and he would’ve gotten the mashed potatoes done minutes ago if Chris wasn’t being a lazy ass.

“Hey, Quinn! Aren’t you gonna help me with this?” He called out to his lounging friend.

“Aww, do I have to? I don’t want to miss this part!” Chris called out from the living room.

“You can watch that movie later! Now, come in here! Those potatoes were supposed to be peeled five minutes ago!”

He heard Chris groan and get up from the couch. He walked into the kitchen, covered in wrappers. Looking closely at the wrappers, Trilby saw that they were York peppermint patty wrappers. Figures. He smelled them before he even entered the room.

He groaned. “Seriously, Quinn? You got into the peppermint patties again?”

“What? They’re really good, Trilbs. Have you ever tried them before?” Chris asked, wearing his signature smirk.

“Well, I have, but I never have so many of them! How do you not get a stomachache eating all of those candies?!” Trilby asked. Sometimes (Well, could he think every time?), the novelist could get on his nerves.

Chris shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess that’s just how my body operates.” He said.

“Whatever. Just get to work peeling those potatoes.” Trilby said, turning his attention back to the pork chops. ‘God, don’t let them be burned.’

“Okay, chef Trilby!” Chris said, giving him a salute before he picked up the sack of potatoes and started taking them out.

“Just be careful while you’re peeling them. And make sure you’re extra careful while you’re cutting them! I don’t want to bandage up your fingers again.” Trilby said.

“Okay. Christ, I’m not that irresponsible.” Chris said under his breath before he got the potato peeler and got to work.

Throughout the whole thing, Trilby checked on Chris every minute to make sure that he was doing everything right. Luckily, he was doing everything by the book. He sighed, thanking him for sticking to the instructions. His mind went back to the time where Chris mashed the blueberries instead of folding them when they were making blueberry muffins. ‘No. I will NOT be reminded of those goddamn blueberries!’

Soon, the meal was all done. Trilby smiled. “This looks nice. Let me see what you did, Chris.” He said, walking over to him. He checked the pot of freshly made mashed potatoes. Good, he got it to a creamy texture. He did a taste test to make sure. Perfect.

“Well done. I gotta say, you did pretty good with those potatoes.” Trilby said.

“Heh. What can I say? I’m pretty much a master of the potaters.” Chris said, smiling back at him.

“Okay, now that that’s done, can you go set the table?”

“Right away, boss!” Chris said. He trotted off to the cabinets and got out the plates.

While Chris was setting up the table, Trilby’s phone beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and flipped open his old flip phone. He saw that he got one text from Jack.

“Hey, Trilby. I’m gonna be on set with Wilbur now. After that, we need you to come here at 17:00 P.M.”

Trilby smiled. Already, he’s getting to know the other cast members of the movie they’ve been working on. Siobhan O’Malley, Abed Chahal, Peter Lenkmann - but most importantly, Jack Frehorn and his partner, Wilbur. When he first met them, he could already see the similarities between Jack and Chris Quinn. But what separated Jack and Wilbur from him and Chris is the fact that they were not ashamed to say that they’re dating. He couldn’t help but be happy for them. Sometimes, he thought about asking Chris to hang out somewhere or maybe... He shook his head and closed the phone. He can’t be thinking of such things with Chris. How would they react when he starts dating him? Would they be happy? Or would they push him away?

“Trilbs?”

Trilby looked up and saw Chris, looking at him, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Well, alright. If you sure. Now, let’s dig in!” Chris said, getting his knife and fork ready.

It was silent between the two of them as they ate their lunch, only interspersed by Chris talking about whatever was on his mind. Trilby only gave short answers as he ate his meal. How long is this crush on Chris gonna last for? He thought it would go away by then, but it stayed. Despite his past relationships, the feelings he had for Chris still stayed. Trilby wondered, if there is a God, He must be really persistent.

“Hey, Trilbs.”

Trilby was brought out of his thoughts at the sound of Chris’ voice. He looked up and saw that he was looking out the window to their backyard. Specifically, the pool.

“It’s a pretty nice day outside. What do you say that after this, we go for a swim?”

“I don’t know. The others want me to be on set by 17:00 and I don’t want to go in there smelling like chlorine.”

“You could always take a shower afterwards. C’mon, it’ll be fun! We definitely need it!”

Trilby stared at Chris. He was looking at him with wide eyes and a big smile. He knew that look on his face. That’s the face he gave him when he wanted to play video games with him. Trilby didn’t really like video games, but Chris’ persistent begging wore him down and he eventually gave in. Even though he didn’t enjoy it, seeing Chris smile and having fun like that was worthwhile enough.

He sighed. “Alright. Just let the food settle and we’ll get ready.”

“Yay! Thank you, Trilbs!” Chris said.

After lunch, things were silent between the two of them. Chris was laying on the couch, again watching a movie and Trilby was sitting on the easy chair reading a book. Though, he did keep an eye on him to make sure that he wasn’t eating anymore peppermint patties. He wanted to keep the sugar addict under control.

A while later, Trilby was in the kitchen again. This time, he was making some chocolate chip cookies. He thought some dessert would fit the big meal they had. He was mixing up the cookie dough when Chris came downstairs, wearing his swim trunks. He was carrying some towels under his arm.

“Oh! You’re already ready?” Trilby asked him.

“Yep! I just couldn’t wait.” He noticed what Trilby was making. “Ooh, are you making cookies?” He couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice.

“Yeah. I figured a little dessert after our meal wouldn’t hurt. But I promise you, once the cookies are done, I’ll join you.”

“Okay! See you in the water, Trilbs!” Chris ran out into the backyard shouting, “WHEEEEEEEEEE!”

“Hey, don’t run!” Trilby shouted at him, but Chris already jumped into the water. He sighed and turned his attention back to the cookie dough. ‘Oh, Chris. What am I gonna do with you?’

Chris surfaced himself and swam around for a bit. Breaststroke, backstroke, sidestroke - Well, it seemed like Chris was still a good swimmer as he was in high school. He floated on his back in the water, staring up at the summer sky. The warm air felt nice on his skin. He thought about all the fun things he and Trilby were gonna do. Marco Polo, water gun fights - He smiled. He can not wait to have fun in the sun with his best friend.

Every time he would swim a lap, he would look at Trilby who was still in the kitchen, making the cookies. Whenever he would look at him, he would wave to him. In response, Trilby would give him a small wave and a smile. Things could not be any more perfect for Chris.

Soon, he rested his arms on the side of the pool and looked up at the sky. He could feel the warm summer breeze blowing against him. “Ahhh... This is nice. Me, swimming in the pool, feeling the warm summer breeze. And soon, Trilby and I are gonna have so much fun. And he would still have time for him to come on set. Things could not get any more perfect.” He rested his head in his arms and closed his eyes. “I could do this all day.”

He kept his eyes closed, feeling the sun’s warm rays on his skin. Soon enough, he had fallen asleep. But he hadn’t thought about what would have happened if he did that. If he had known, then maybe... he could’ve prevented what was about to happen.

But... it was too late for him. As he drifted off into slumber, his unconscious body slipped under the water and sank to the bottom. The water entered his nose and mouth and went into his lungs. His heartbeat got slower and slower until...

...it eventually stopped.

***

Trilby put the cookies in the oven and turned it on. Perfect. Once they’re out of the oven, he could go in the pool with Chris. He looked at the clock. Almost 14:00 P.M. He still got some time before he had to leave for work. He looked out the window, expecting Chris to still be swimming around. Instead, he saw nothing. ‘Huh. Maybe he got out to go get something.’ Trilby thought.

He didn’t know why, but he started to become uneasy. ‘M-Maybe he’s playing around. Maybe he dropped something and he’s trying to get it.’ He tried to rationalize the situation, but the uneasy feeling in his chest grew more and more. Eventually, it became too much and he stepped outside.

“Chris?” He called out.

Nothing.

“Chris! Are you there?” He called out once again.

Silence.

“Chris, if you’re playing some sort of joke on me, it’s not funny!” Once again, he called out while taking a step closer towards the pool.

That was when he noticed a small shadow in the small body of water. He had seen this before. While he was on the set of Defoe Manor, he had seen a shadow in the pool. The results he saw when he drained it were not pretty. He went closer and crouched down to get a better look. He could see... orange hair, black swim trunks...

His eyes widened and he gasped loudly. He realized what was in there. Or rather... who.

It was Chris Quinn... and he wasn’t moving.

“Oh god!!”

Trilby immediately jumped in, the fact that he still had his clothes on forgotten. He swam down to his motionless friend and wrapped his arms around him. He managed to get a good grip on him before he swam back up.

Gasping for air, he carried him out of the pool and laid him down on the concrete. He shook his shoulders to try and wake him up.

“Chris? Chris?!” He shouted, his voice raising in pitch. H-He couldn’t be... He slapped his face. “Quinn, please say something!!! Please!!!!”

He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were closed, like he was sleeping. Only... he wasn’t sleeping. Trilby noticed in horror that his chest wasn’t rising and falling. He put an ear to Chris’ mouth as he pressed his fingers against his neck.

He could only feel the wetness of the water on his friend’s skin. He couldn’t feel the beating artery at all. Not only that, he couldn’t feel Chris’ breathing.

‘No... No, no, no... H-He’s...’

Trilby started to hyperventilate. ‘W-What do I do?! What the FUCK do I do?!’

Then, a thought hit him. ‘D-Do I have to give him CPR?’

He started to shake. Never in his life would he have thought about giving CPR to anyone. He wasn’t a big fan of someone’s life being in his hands and the fear that brought about it if he failed. But... The thought of Chris dying scared him more. What would the others say? What would the media say?

“Breaking News: The world renowned British novelist, Christopher Davisham Quinn has been found dead in his home. No one knows for sure what happened, but the cause of death was confirmed to be drowning. The funeral will be held at his birth place in Rotchestershire, England, and everyone will be there to mourn the loss of this beloved author.”

Unacceptable! He couldn’t let that happen! Not after everything they’d been through! And he’s most certainly not gonna let Chris die a dishonorable death.

Steeling his resolve, he tilted Chris’ head back, his hands still shaking. Sure, he’s had training, but he’s not sure if the method had changed. Nevertheless, he had to do this. He pinched his nose shut and opened his mouth. He never thought that his first kiss with him would be when he was on the brink of death, but right now, he didn’t care. Taking a deep breath, he sealed his lips over Chris’ and blew into his lungs.

His chest rises. Good. That proves that nothing is blocking his airway. He didn’t want to dig his fingers in there unless he was wearing gloves. He continued to blow into his mouth, making sure the water is not blocking his breaths. He learned that five initial breaths are recommended in cases of drowning because the initial breaths may be difficult because of the water. Guess him being a smartass came in handy.

After the five breaths, Chris still remained motionless. ‘Oh god... Here comes the difficult part.’ Trilby straightened up his arms and put his hands on Chris’ chest. Aligning the heel of his hand with his sternum (He’d measured the distance to his heart with his fingers first hand.), he started doing his rhythmic compressions.

He made sure to put his strength to the compressions. ‘One and a half to two inches, 100 beats per minute, that’s 50 in half a minute... 30 compressions, 2 breaths. Okay, good. The method hasn’t changed.’ Once he reached 30, he blew two breaths into Chris. Hopefully, this should bring him back.

A few repetitions later and Chris still hasn’t responded. Trilby was getting tired. He hadn’t stopped shaking since he started trying to revive him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His head was swimming...

‘Chris, please. Please don’t die on me...’

Then, a dreadful thought entered his mind.

‘Was... Was I too late...?’

He shook his head. ‘NO! I will not give up! I will not let him go!’

As he continued to do compressions, he got a good look at the author’s face. He looked so peaceful... He couldn’t believe what was happening. He had promised him that he would spend the day with him before he left for work. He thought that things would be okay. But now... He’s looking at his friend on the brink of death. He blew two breaths into him again. His lips were soft and were still warm. He knew it was his own body heat doing the job. He was afraid that the first time he would put his lips on him, he would be cold... and dead. He pushed the thought out of his head as he continued.

“Come on... Come on...” The words came out before he even knew he spoke them. Tears started to form in the gentleman’s eyes. It felt like his chest had collapsed in on itself. The sight of his friend lying on the ground, not responding to his resuscitation efforts... It destroyed him. He felt his heart shatter into pieces. A million thoughts ran through his head. ‘I-I should’ve done something! I should have prevented him from jumping in! I should have told him to wait! I would’ve done anything! Anything to prevent this!! This... This is my fault!’

His shaking became more intense. He was growing hysterical. Though, that didn’t stop him from performing the life-saving technique. ‘Chris... I-I’m sorry... I’m sorry!! I’m sorry for always being an arsehole!! I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you! I-If I had known... I would’ve done anything to prevent this!! Just, please... Please don’t leave me!!’ His tears fell from his eyes and onto Chris’ cheeks. If this was a fairytale, he would have came back right then and there. But, this wasn’t a fairytale. No amount of magical tears or fairy dust would bring him back.

His mind went to the happy memories he had with Chris. All the memories he had with him. When they first met, when they first got to know each other, him not getting along with the author, his first breakup, all the trials and tribulations...

All of it...

If he fails at this, he will never get to make new memories with him ever again.

And after all this time... He would have never told him how he really felt.

He loved him.

He...

No. That’s not gonna happen. Chris is not the type to quit. If his parents taught him anything, it’s that he was persistent. Momma Quinn didn’t raise no quitter. Even though Trilby didn’t want to admit it, he admired that about him. He admired that stubborn dedication to him and his acceptance of him despite his flaws. He will not quit. He will not quit on him. He will not let the love of his life die just like that!

With that, he let his anguished voice out into the quiet neighborhood.

“HELP!!! SOMEBODY!! CALL AN AMBULANCE, PLEASE!!!”

His cries for help attracted the attention of the neighbors. They ran over to see what was going on, but they stopped when they saw Chris lying on the ground. They were baffled, talking among themselves and wondering what happened. At that moment, a man came through the crowd, saying “Excuse me.” and “Pardon me.” When he saw Chris, his eyes widened.

“My god, what happened?!”

Trilby looked up at the man. He had short, curly black hair and bright, green eyes. He was wearing a long, black coat. A bit of an unusual outfit for the summer weather. After he examined the scene around him, he seemed to get what was going on. He pulled his phone out of his coat pocket and started dialing the emergency number. While he did so, he gave Trilby a serious glare. “I’ll call them! Just keep going!”

Trilby nodded and kept pressing on Chris’ chest. This time, only one thought was going through his mind.

‘Don’t worry, Chris. An ambulance is on its way. You’re gonna be okay.’

After a while, his arms started to ache. He didn’t know how long he had been going at it, but he knew that he can’t give up. Chris’ life depended on it. If he gave up, everything would be over.

“Do you want me to take over?”

“Huh?” Trilby looked up at the man again. He seemed to have finished his call and was on his knees.

“How long have you been doing it for?”

“Um...” Trilby was at a loss. He didn’t know how long he had been trying to revive Chris for, but it felt like a while. Then again, it might’ve been a few minutes and Trilby got tired pretty quickly.

“Here. Let me take over. Just give yourself a few minutes to catch your breath.”

Trilby gave a few glances between Chris and the man before quickly nodding. He must’ve looked at him with a bit of skepticism because the man suddenly said, “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

He knew he shouldn’t give up on Chris, but... If what the man said was true, then he should trust him. He stopped giving Chris compressions and collapsed on the asphalt as the man took over. Trilby ran his hand through his wet hair and shakily breathed in and out. He hadn’t realized that he was running out of breath until he felt his lungs burning. His fingers were tingling and his heart was pounding in his ears. He felt like he was about to faint.

Trilby looked at the man working on Chris and was surprised. He was sure that he was doing it right. Chris’ ribs were bending under the strain of his pumping. He was sure that one of them was gonna break. The man didn’t seem to care. At that point, Trilby didn’t either. As long as he lives, he didn’t care if some stranger had to crack his chest in half!

“W-What do you want me to do?” Trilby asked. He may be exhausted, but he is not gonna sit there without offering the man assistance.

The man looked at him, his eyes still narrowed. “Are you sure? You look exhausted. Can you just-”

“Please.” Trilby interrupted. Normally, he would never do this to anyone, but manners were pretty much thrown out the window for him. “Please, sir, he’s my friend. I-I want to help him. Please... Just tell me what to do.”

He looked at him for a brief second before an irritated breath hissed out from his teeth. “Alright. Do you know CPR?” He asked.

He didn’t even need to ask. Of course he knows. Trilby nodded.

“Alright. I’m gonna need you to tilt his head back and lift his chin.” Trilby did exactly that and tilted Chris’ head back again. “Now, when I tell you, you’re gonna pinch his nose and breathe into his mouth twice! One second, pause, then one second. Do you know this?”

Trilby nodded once again. He felt like he was back in university in his health class. The man’s mannerisms and speech sounded exactly like his health teacher. Does this man have first aid experience?

“30. Now, go!” The man barked.

Trilby blew two breaths into Chris’ lungs yet again, making sure that his head was tilted back and his nose was pinched shut. ‘C’mon, Chris. You gotta breathe! Breathe for me!’ He hoped that he wasn’t too far gone. Wherever he is, if he’s having a near death experience, he hoped he didn’t go into the light.

The man continued to do compressions, him counting under his breath. It was completely surreal. The man doing chest compressions with Trilby breathing into his friend every 30 beats. He felt like he was in a rescue scene from a movie or a show.

‘C’mon, Quinn. Stay with me!’ Trilby thought as they continued. They kept their focus, doing whatever they can to save the nearly drowned author. For Trilby, to save the one he loves.

Finally, after what felt like an agonizing long time, Chris started to cough. Water spilled out of his mouth as he coughed and sputtered. Trilby rolled him onto his side and started to rub his back. He continued to cough and gasp as Trilby stroked his hand up and down. The man breathed a sigh of relief. “Shh... Hey, you’re okay now. You’re okay.” Trilby said, relief filling his voice.

Chris is alive... He’s alive... Thank god...

After a while, Chris opened his eyes and looked at Trilby. “T... Trilbs...?” He weakly said.

“Yeah. Are you okay?” Trilby asked.

Chris nodded. “MmmHmm.” He rolled onto his back, wincing as he grabbed his stomach. ‘Huh. I guess he must’ve swallowed some water.’ Trilby thought.

“Whew! Trilbs, you would not believe what happened. I... I had this weird dream where I was going towards a bright light. For a second, I thought I was dead!” Chris said.

He took a good look at Trilby and noticed that he was soaked. At that moment, he seemed to fit the pieces together. “Oh. I guess I technically did die, huh?” He asked. His cheeks turned red. “And... you saved me.”

Trilby pursed his lips together, trying not to think about it. His cheeks were flushing. “Well... I had some help.” He said, motioning towards the man. Chris gave a light chuckle and raised his arm, imitating a zombie rising from its grave.

“Thank you, guys. Now, I live aga-” He coughed a bit. “Sorry.”

“Shh. Don’t talk. I’ve already called for an ambulance. Let’s get you back inside.” The man said. He helped Chris up to his feet, putting his arm around him for support and led him back inside the house.

Trilby shakily exhaled. He looked over at the towels that were scattered on the lawn chairs and picked them up. He followed them inside and the man sat Chris down on the couch. Trilby got to work drying him up. Chris closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. Trilby couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey. Thank you for helping me out.” He said to the man sitting next to them.

“You’re welcome.” The man replied. He held his arm out to Trilby. “I’m Victor. Victor Cassen.”

Trilby shook Victor’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Victor. I’m Trilby and this... This is my friend, Chris.” He said. He was questioning his own words now. Can he refer to Chris as his friend now?

“Mm. It’s nice to meet you too. I’m sorry it had to happen in a dangerous situation.” Victor said.

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m glad that you came here to help.” Trilby said. He looked back to his partner and held his hand. Chris noticed in his tired state and held his hand back. He hoped the ambulance would come soon.

‘I can’t believe I did that! Chris was so close to dying and I...’ He let a small smile emerge on his lips. ‘Thanks to me and Victor, he’s here. He’s alive.’

***

“P-Please forgive me, your-your majesty, for my transgressions! I am a worthless, craven fool, not worth a second of your precious time! I beg you, spare me! I will redeem myself for my offense! I will be yours forever, my body, mind, and soul!”

The Tall Man looked down at Jack’s quivering form. Him on his knees, begging for his life after he struck down his lover.

He is perfect.

With a puff of smoke, he vanished.

“Thank you, my lord... Thank you...”

“And cut!”

Everyone was buzzing with excitement. The movie was going very smoothly and Jack was able to bring an extra bout of emotion in his performance. Siobhan couldn’t help but smile.

In a way, he is like Trilby.

Jack and the others helped Wilbur get up from his seat, the fake blood running down his forehead. Idle conversation between the makeup artists and practical effects workers could be heard as the two men stepped off the set.

“That was really good, Jack. You really impressed them there!” Wilbur said.

He chuckled. “I tried. Although,” He looked at his bloody head. “Sorry for shooting you back there.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I could pull off the zombie look if I wanted to. Which reminds me...” He suddenly leaned in and pretended to bite Jack’s neck, growling and making zombie noises. Jack started to laugh and lightly pushed his boyfriend away.

“Alright, alright, you doofus! Let’s go clean you up.”

Siobhan, Abed and Lenkmann watched the two men leave the room. She giggled. “Those two...” She turned to Abed. “They are really dedicated.” She commented.

“Yep. They sure are. I’m really glad the movie’s coming along nicely. And with Trilby in the role, we could probably get this done before the end of the year!” Abed said, smiling.

Lenkmann raised his hand to stop the absent-minded professor. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Like the director said, people have been anticipating another movie ever since 7 Days came out. We don’t want to disappoint them by rushing it. Let’s take our time with this and make sure things are good enough before we set up deadlines, okay?” Lenkmann asked.

Abed was in thought for a moment. “Hm, alright. You bring up a good point. We don’t want to rush things.” He said.

Lenkmann looked at his watch. “Where’s Trilby, anyway? Usually, he would take about an hour or two to get there. It’s nearly 16:30.”

Abed shrugged. “Oh, he’s probably stuck in some traffic. We all have that sometimes.” He said.

“I don’t know. He’s a very meticulous man. In fact, I’m pretty sure he rivals Roderick in meticulousness.” Lenkmann said his name with disdain.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Peter! He is NOT like Roderick.”

“Alright, alright. I’m just saying.” Lenkmann said as he took a sip of his coffee.

At that moment, Siobhan’s phone rang. “Hold on a minute, guys.” She said as she got up from her seat. She went into the hallway before she answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“S... Siobhan?” She heard Trilby’s voice speak through the phone. It was shaky and weak. It was totally uncharacteristic to his headstrong self. Siobhan immediately knew something was wrong.

“Trilby? Hey, where are you? Are you on your way?” She asked.

There was a brief silence before he answered. “I’m at the hospital.”

“Huh? The hospital? What are you doing there?”

“I-It’s Chris... He...”

“What happened to Chris?”

“He... He almost drowned. Luckily, there was someone there to help me and we were able to resuscitate him. He’s at the hospital right now.”

Siobhan’s eyes widened. “O-Oh god... H-How...?”

“I don’t know. I just found him at the bottom of the pool. He told me that he had a dream where he was going towards a bright light. M-My guess is that he must’ve fallen asleep. I-I’m waiting for the doctors to tell me when I can see him.”

She covered her mouth in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Trilby must have been really worried for Chris. I mean, who could blame him? He and Chris had basically known each other for years. “D-Do you want us to go over there?” She asked. She didn’t know if Trilby needed someone to be there for him while he waited, but it was worth a shot.

“What? Don’t you guys have a schedule?”

“Yeah, but an actor’s well-being comes first. I’m sure when we talk to the director about it, he’ll understand.”

“Siobhan, please. You don’t have to do this for me. I’ll just be at the hospital for a bit and then, I’ll come over. I might be a little late, but-”

“Trilby, I can tell that you’re under a lot of stress. I understand what you’re going through. I mean, I would probably do the same thing if my friend was in the hospital. Don’t push yourself into going to work if your friend is hurt. We’ll understand. Now, I’ll ask you once again. Do you want us to go over there?” She asked, talking to him like a mother would talk to her child.

A brief silence. She could tell that Trilby was thinking it over. Finally, she got her answer.

“Y-Yes. I-I think I need someone right now.” She could hear him sniffling.

“Alright, we’ll be there soon. It’ll be okay, Trilby.”

She hung up and took a deep breath. ‘Poor Trilby.’ She then saw Abed and Lenkmann enter the hallway.

“What happened, Siobhan? Who was on the phone?” Abed asked. He saw the look on her face and was immediately concerned.

“I-It’s Trilby. He’s at the hospital right now.” Siobhan replied.

“What?! D-Did he get hurt or-?!” Lenkmann started to ask.

“No. H-He didn’t get hurt. It’s Chris. He almost drowned, but Trilby, with some help, was able to revive him. He’s at the hospital right now, waiting to see him.” Siobhan answered.

Abed’s eyes grew wide while Lenkmann covered his mouth in shock. “Oh... Jesus...” Lenkmann whispered, his voice muffled. Meanwhile, Abed just stood there, looking just as shocked as his anorak-wearing co-star.

Lenkmann uncovered his mouth and ran down the hallway. “You guys go on ahead. I’ll tell the director what happened.” He said as he ran out the door.

“Alright, we’ll meet you there.” Abed called out to him.

He and Siobhan ran down the hallway to the exit. While they were running, they ran into Jack and Wilbur, who were coming out of the bathrooms. Wilbur’s head had been cleaned of the fake blood and they were in the middle of a conversation when they saw the two of them running. The sight of them sprinting towards the door immediately made Jack worried.

“Guys? What’s going on?” Jack asked.

“It’s Trilby! He’s at the hospital with Chris!” Siobhan almost shouted.

“What?! What happened?” Wilbur asked, his face matching Abed’s.

“We’ll explain later! C’mon, Siobhan!” He said before they ran past them. They were about to open the door when Jack called out to them.

“Do you want us to come with you?”

Siobhan turned to him and nodded.

“Alright. I may not know Trilby all that well, but he definitely needs someone!” Jack said.

“Yes! Trilby needs all the emotional support he can get. Now, c’mon!” Siobhan said, her voice taking on a commanding tone.

The four of them went out the door and went to their respective cars. When they got in, Siobhan immediately started calling the others. First Philip, then Jim, then Matthew and John...

Soon, the others have already been notified of what happened and they reassured her that they were on their way. Siobhan hoped that Trilby would be okay with them coming over.

And more importantly, she hoped that Chris would be okay.

***

Trilby sat in one of the chairs in the waiting room, waiting for the doctors to show up. Chris had been in there for almost 3 hours. He hoped that everything was alright in there. He looked down at his hands which were clenched tightly together. The scene replayed in his head. Victor commanding him on what to do... Chris coming back...

He started to shake and gripped his hands more tightly, the tips of his fingers turning white. ‘God... Why did this have to happen? If... If Chris hadn’t...’ He took a deep breath and relaxed his hands. No. He shouldn’t blame him for what happened. He nearly died. Now is not the time to scold him. He should be comforting him. He just needs reassurance.

The hospital doors opened and Trilby looked up. He was surprised to see not only Siobhan, but the rest of his co-stars. They all took a seat in their respective chairs.

“Hey, Trilby.” Siobhan said softly.

“Hey, Siobhan.” Trilby said just as quietly.

Siobhan started to rub his back. “How are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m alright.” He replied.

“Do you need anything? Some water?”

“No, thank you. I’m good.”

They all sat there, silent for a moment. Then, the doors opened again. Trilby looked over and was shocked to see that his old co-stars were there. ‘Did Siobhan call them?’ He thought.

“Hey. We heard about what happened. I-I’m so sorry this happened.” Simone said.

Trilby smiled a little. “It’s okay. Well, the good news is that he didn’t die.” He said.

Simone softly laughed and nodded. Philip, however, remained quiet. In normal situations, he would’ve came up with a snarky remark. But, in this situation, he kept his mouth shut. He knew that whatever remark he would think of, it would not be in good taste. Jim sat down next to Siobhan and held her hand.

“Hey, Sio.” He said.

“Hey, Jim.”

“How is Mr. Trilby?”

“He’s... doing alright. He’s still waiting for the doctors to arrive.”

“Oh.” He looked at Trilby. “Hey, Mr. Trilby?”

“Hm?” He turned to Jim.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling alright. I’m just a little shaken up.”

“Yeah. After we heard about what happened, we all are.”

They all stayed silent. Trilby looked around and saw John looking around nervously. He could tell that he didn’t like being in public places. Matthew was there, comforting his brother. Next to them sat Jack and Wilbur. They were just as concerned about Chris as he is. He was surprised that they were there. Even though they only talked a couple of times, the fact that they were even here in the first place... It showed that they care. Trilby couldn’t help but smile.

He looked back down at the ground, his mind going back to Chris. ‘He could’ve died... He could’ve died... But he didn’t. Thanks to me and Victor, he’s alive and well. But...’ He gritted his teeth. He knew he shouldn’t freak out in public. He knew this, but the thought of Chris dying got his blood boiling. Simone and Siobhan noticed his change in behavior.

“Trilby?”

The gentleman snapped his head back up and looked at the blonde woman. “Y-Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You look a little...”

Trilby looked at everyone, then he looked back down. Taking a deep breath, he spoke, “Guys?”

Everyone looked at him.

“Yes, Trilby?” Siobhan asked.

“Did... Did I do good?”

She immediately knew what he was talking about. “Trilby, of course you did do good!”

“Siobhan, you don’t know what happened! Chris was dying right in front of me and I was trying so hard to bring him back! I-I don’t know how long he had been underwater for. It could have been a few minutes. It could have been ten! H-He could be suffering brain damage for all I know! I-If I had just... If I had just kept an eye on him, then maybe...!” Trilby snapped.

“Trilby, don’t blame yourself! It’s not your fault! Chris is alive and that’s all that matters!” Simone said.

“I-I just... God!” Trilby gripped his head and pulled his hair tightly, his hat tilting slightly askew. “I-I shouldn’t have let Chris go in there! I should have told him no! If I had, then this wouldn’t be happening! I would be at work and Chris would be doing God knows what! But... He just wanted to do something nice before I left... And I...” Tears started to pour out of his eyes. “God, why did this have to happen?!” The nurses and doctors were looking at him now, but he didn’t care. Jack quickly reassured them everything was fine.

“Trilby, calm down! Like Simone said, Chris is alright! You did everything in your power to save him!” Wilbur interjected.

“Oh yeah?! And look where that got him!” He said, turning his head towards the hallway.

“But don’t you see? He’s here now, getting the help he needs. And it’s all thanks to you.”

Trilby stayed silent.

“Trilby, you cared for him so much that you saved him. That’s something that a really good friend would do. I’m sure Chris would be proud of you, just like we all are.” Siobhan added.

Trilby was about to say more, but Philip’s sudden laugh stopped him from doing so. They all turned to him.

“So, is that what you guys are saying? Trilby and Chris are just friends?” He asked.

“Philip, please. This is not the time!” Simone hissed at him.

“No, Simone. I-I want to say something.” Philip got up from his seat and walked over to Trilby. He pulled him out of his seat and grabbed his shoulders. Trilby couldn’t help but look him in the eyes.

“Trilby, what is Chris to you?” He asked.

Trilby hesitated. “H-He’s just my friend...”

“Oh yeah? Cause I remember you saying that, but your face told a different story.”

Trilby stiffened. Dammit, why did he have to remember that?!

“I can see from the look on your face that you see Chris as more than that. And after what happened today, that proves my theory. You guys have a lot of history together and it’s clear to me that you have feelings for him and so does he.”

“Philip, that doesn’t prove anything! Chris and I are just-”

“You can deny it all you want, Trilby! It doesn’t hide the fact that it’s true! Fact is, you love him so much that you would do anything to save him. Didn’t you say so yourself?”

Trilby’s eyes widened. That... That conversation that he had with Phil...

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Phil, but...” He sighed. “It’s true. Chris is my friend, but... If anything were to happen to him, I would do anything to save him.”

“Really? You’d do anything?” Philip asked.

“Yeah. Even if it may be impossible, I’d do anything.”

“Aww! That’s so cute!” He said, smiling widely.

“N-No, Phil! I just said don’t take it the wrong way!”

“So? Doesn’t make it any more obvious.”

Trilby scoffed and crossed his arms. “You are SUCH an arse!”

Trilby started to shake. H-He thought it was just a throwaway conversation. He didn’t expect him to remember it.

“Listen...” Philip sighed. “I didn’t mean to get mad at you, but... I only want what’s best for you. And that’s being here for Chris. I don’t care if he’s your friend or your crush or whatever the hell! I just want you to be happy. And... no matter what happens, we’ll always be here for you.”

Trilby’s breath started to hitch in his throat. Philip hugged him and he returned the embrace. He rubbed his back as he started to sob. Siobhan joined in after and soon, they were all in a group hug.

After a while, they separated. Trilby was still shaking and sobbing and Siobhan kept saying words of comfort. Even John offered a box of tissues for him which he thought was sweet.

Finally, after what felt like a long time, the doctor finally came out.

“Chris Quinn.”

Trilby immediately got up from his seat and pretty much ran to her. “Yes! I’m here to see him! Is he okay?! Is he-” He stopped himself when Siobhan put her hand on his shoulder.

“He’s gonna be fine. We checked to see if there was any fluid in his lungs, but we didn’t find any. He is a little disoriented, but he is responding well to oxygen.” The doctor explained.

Simone sighed in relief and muttered, “Thank god.” At that, the tension in the room eased.

The doctor looked at Trilby and smiled. “And from what I hear, it’s all thanks to one of those lovely blokes right here.”

Trilby couldn’t stop himself from shaking once more. His chest swelled with pride. He felt his knees turn to jelly.

“You’re very lucky. Any longer in there and this would’ve been a tragedy.”

Trilby let out a small laugh. He... He did it. He and Victor really did it. Aside from some fatigue, no brain damage, no lung damage, nothing.

Chris is alive.

“Are you okay?” Siobhan asked.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. I-I think we should go see him.”

“Can we?” Siobhan asked the doctor.

“Oh, of course!” She said, directing them to Chris’ room. “He’s in room 107 on the ground floor.”

Trilby thanked her and immediately went down the hall to his room, the others in tow. Finally, he arrived at room 107. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After all, he must always be polite.

“Door’s open.” Chris’ voice called out.

Trilby sighed in relief and opened the door. Chris was lying in bed, looking out the window. He had a tube up his nose and he was looking a bit tired. He looked over to Trilby and smiled at him. “Hey.”

Trilby couldn’t resist. He ran over to his side and hugged him tightly. “Whoa, hey! Easy there.” He said, hugging back. Feeling the warmth of his friend’s skin... The familiar feeling of joy welled up in Trilby’s chest. He noticed the others in the room and waved. “Hey guys! What’s going on?”

Philip waved back to him as well as the others. “Hey Chris. How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m a bit drowsy, but other than that, I’m okay.” Chris answered.

Trilby held Chris’ hand as he and Philip talked. He kept thinking about what that doctor said. Her praising his heroic efforts. It’s funny. He didn’t see himself as a heroic person. He didn’t have a so-called “hero complex”. He didn’t try to hunt down bullies or get himself into danger. In fact, he thought he was the complete opposite. A lot of people regarded him as an asshole and he thought it was no different for Chris. He didn’t like the way he latched onto him so quickly and him hanging around him pretty much every day. He initially thought he was an annoying person that he unfortunately met, but over time, his attitude toward him softened a bit. He started to see Chris as more than just an annoyance. He saw that when they were watching a cheesy love story and Chris pointed out that the love interest’s actions were creepy and could be mistaken for a stalker.

That showed him that Chris was smarter than he thought. Plus, in the times that he got Chris to talk seriously, he knew what he was talking about. His mind went to the time that he broke up with Patricia. Chris knew exactly what to say and he provided him comfort. His heart started racing when he thought about him lying on top of him, his head resting on his chest.

Philip was right. This was not a fleeting feeling like he thought. It was a love. A love that had grown and blossomed as he spent more time with Chris. And his actions today... That solidified the feelings he had for him. From that point forward, he would never let anything bad happen to him again.

“Trilbs?”

He was brought out of his thoughts by Chris’ voice.

“Are you okay? Your face is a little red.”

“Huh?” Trilby felt his face. His cheeks were heating up. Oh... He had been blushing while he was thinking. Philip covered his mouth with his hand to cover his smirk.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

In an effort to break the awkward silence that ensued, Philip began talking. “So, how does it feel to be the hero and save the wonderful Chris Quinn?” He asked.

“Ugh, it was very unpleasant, Harty. Remind me never to do that again.”

“Aww, but you’re so lucky. You, giving CPR to Chris. Sounds like the ideal Baywatch fantasy if you ask me.”

“Philip, please stop talking.” Trilby’s face was bright red. He turned to Chris. “Um, Quinn. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Trilbs. What is it?”

“Just... Next time you go swimming, try to stay awake, okay?” Trilby asked, stumbling over his words.

Chris laughed softly. “I’ll try.” ‘So cute.’ He thought.

The next few weeks were a blur for Trilby. He visited Chris every single day and saw that his condition was improving. He was getting his energy back and he was able to hold up a conversation with him. The others brought him gifts and wished for him to get well. John even got his own gift. Granted, it was a feather that he randomly found, but Chris was happy with it and promised to keep it. He ended up putting it in a box for safe keeping.

Trilby kept in touch with Victor after the incident. Through conversations over the phone, he learned that Victor was working in a restaurant and his friend, Adam, had a summer job as a lifeguard. He found it funny that there were two people with the same name. He told him stories about people choking on their food while he was on shift and his other co-workers have told him that he was pretty reliable. He told him that he was taking a walk around the neighborhood when he heard Trilby’s cry for help. It’s a real miracle that he was there at the right place at the right time, Trilby thought. He thanked him profusely for his help, but he told him it was no problem. He told him that if he had the time, he would give them a proper visit.

Soon, Chris was discharged from the hospital and Trilby was ready to take him home. As he was driving home, he looked in the rear-view mirror and saw Chris looking out the window, a small smile on his face. He was not sure about what to say to him. Granted, it had been four weeks since... well...

He thought about the moment when he was with him in the living room, waiting for the ambulance to arrive...

“Don’t worry, Quinn. An ambulance is on its way. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Mmm... Alright, Trilby...” Chris said, his speech starting to slur.

Trilby was already going into panic mode. What if he was already experiencing secondary drowning?!

“Chris, just stay with me, okay? Keep your eyes open!”

“Mm, Trilbs, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay, just... Try to stay awake for me, okay?”

“Okay... Love ya, Trilbs..”

Trilby sighed. “I love you too, Chris.”

Chris smiled and closed his eyes happily. “Yay!”

Trilby sighed at the memory. He was being a bit delusional. He knew this, but... Something about the way he said it... It was a bit...

‘No. He was just tired. I mean, he nearly drowned, after all. Now that he’s better and thinking clearly, everything will be back to normal.’

Trilby pulled up to the driveway and the two men got out of the car. They wordlessly went inside the house and Chris stretched. “Whew! Well, I’m pooped. I think I’m gonna go take a nap. We’ll do something later tonight, okay?”

“Yeah... Okay...” Trilby quietly said.

Chris was about to head up the stairs when he gently grabbed his wrist. “Chris?”

“Hm? Yeah, Trilbs?”

Trilby hesitated, then took a deep breath. “...Try to be more careful from now on, okay?”

“Trilby, I’m always careful. It was just a one time thing. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Alright, just... I don’t want anything to happen to you. Just, try to stay safe, alright?”

"Alright. Love you, Trilbs.”

Trilby felt his heart skip a beat. He-He couldn’t actually mean it. H-He thought it was something he said when he was fatigued. But, he actually...

“I-I love you too, Chris.”

Chris smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead before he went up to his room. Trilby felt his face heating up. D-Did that actually happen? Chris really... He really kissed him! Granted, it was a forehead kiss, but it was a kiss nonetheless!

He looked over to a framed picture on the wall. He went over to it, took it off the wall and looked at it. It showed Chris and Trilby at their high school graduation. Chris was doing a peace sign while Trilby was smiling. He remembered being genuinely happy when they graduated. They were finally able to pursue their own careers and get to where they are now.

Trilby started to shake, his tears falling onto the picture. On that day, he could’ve lost Chris. He could’ve lost the one person that he is deeply in love with. He could’ve lost his soulmate.

All this time... He had been taking Chris for granted.

Never again would he do that. Never again...

#chzo mythos #actors au #chris and trilby #quinnby

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 5 years ago

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Jack’s Friends

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Mom!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N has a daughter from a previous relationship that is her world and she’s always kept her away from her boyfriends in the past but when things start getting serious with Chris, she decides to introduce the two of them.

A/N: GUYS I SAW MIW IN CONCERT A FEW DAYS AGO AND THERE ARE SO MANY THOUGHTS (most of them not very PG) RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND ABOUT THESE INHUMANLY ATTRACTIVE MEN SO LOOK OUT CAUSE THERE’S SOME MORE MIW STUFF COMING SOON

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This was a big day. Today was the day that you were going to introduce Chris to your daughter for the first time. You’d been very candid with him about the fact that you had a kid from the beginning of your relationship, knowing that if that wasn’t something he could handle, he needed to leave then and there. It had happened before with other men in the past (including her father). It was a tale as old as time: boy meets girl, girl falls in love with boy and thinks he loves her back, girl finds out she’s pregnant, boy runs away with his drug dealer that he’d been having an affair with for months. Classic.

Chris was surprisingly okay with the fact that you had a child though. You were terrified to tell him because it had been a long time since you felt about anyone the way you did about Chris and you didn’t want to lose him. With his career and everything, he didn’t exactly strike you as the ready to be a father type (not that that’s exactly what you expected of him but you were thinking long term and, if you stayed together long term, the fact of the matter was that he would be a father figure).

This was the first time that you’d ever let her meet a boyfriend of yours. She wasn’t even born yet when her father walked out but the last thing you wanted to subject her to was an onslaught of men that may or may not stick around. She didn’t deserve that.

Chris knew how important this was to you as well. He knew how badly that asshole had hurt you in the past and, quite frankly, he couldn’t figure out how anyone could leave you like that.

Chris had surprised himself when he’d told you that he was alright with you having a daughter. Kids had never really been something that he ever saw as apart of his plan but after dating you for several months, he knew that you were special, that you were different. After thinking it over for a day or two, he’d decided that he would be willing to still go on with your relationship, even with a child involved.

That didn’t stop him from being absolutely terrified when he walked up to your front door though. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Calm down, she’s literally three.

But that’s just it. This wasn’t just any three year old. This was your three year old. The three year old of the woman that he was falling harder for than he ever expected to.

Finally, he rapped his knuckles on the door. He waited, hands in his pockets for you to answer the door but instead of the door opening, he heard you yell from inside, “Wait! Stop! Let Mommy open the door!” Something fell with a thud and you let out a disgruntled sigh. There was hysterical baby laughter and Chris had a feeling it was you that fell. The handle to the door jiggled with little skill and, again, your voice called after the infant, “I said stop! You can’t open the door when you don’t know who it is!”

Chris tried to stifle his laughter when the door swung open to reveal you with your hair messy from falling inside trying to beat your kid to the front door. “Hi!” You greeted with a wide smile.

“You okay?” He asked with a chuckle, reaching forward to fix a stray hair that had flipped over your part.

You rolled your eyes, hands on your hips, “I’m fine. I just need somebody to listen better. She’s started trying to answer the door and my phone when it rings.” You shot a glare at your daughter who had an innocent smile on her face. “Oh, speaking of which,” You walked into your living room and motioned for Chris to follow. You walked over and picked up your small daughter, “This is Y/D/N. Y/D/N, this is Mommy’s friend Chris.”

“Hi!” Chris greeted with a smile.

Your daughter flinched away with a shy smile, burying her face into your chest. She was looking at Chris and all of his tattoos, as well as his drawn on eyebrows. You could tell she was trying to figure out who this strange dude in her home was.

“Sorry, she’s always like this with new people.” You set her down and let her go run off to play with some of her toys. “Dinner’s almost ready if you’re hungry.”

Chris’s hands returned to his pockets as he nodded awkwardly, “Oh, um sure. I wasn’t expecting for you to make dinner.”

“Well, I just figured that it was around that time of night and I had to feed Y/D/N anyways. Does pasta sound okay? I made fettuccine alfredo. There’s salad and stuff too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you.” He smiled. You craned your neck back to make sure that Y/D/N was out of the room and when you knew that she was, you reached forward and gripped Chris by the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips to yours in a quick peck.

“Thank you for coming over tonight. You know, I swear she really is like this with almost everyone. It’s not just you.” You reassured with a laugh.

He shrugged, “She’s freaking adorable. She must get it from her mom.”

You blushed a deep red. His compliments never ceased to make you feel giddy, even after these last five months.

The night went on and you found yourselves sitting in the living room on the couch. You leaned back against Chris’s body, his long arms wrapped around your shoulders. Your daughter laid in your lap as you all watched the Nightmare Before Christmas, one of your daughter’s favorite movies and thankfully, one of yours and Chris’s too.

You gently played with her hair while rubbing Chris’s thigh in absentminded circles with the other.

Just as Jack Skellington made it to Christmas Land, your daughter twisted in your lap and leaned back on her knees, “Momma, popcorn please?” She widened her eyes and blinked dramatically in an attempt to mimic the begging puppy dog eyes she’d seen in a cartoon once.

“You know what? Popcorn does sound pretty good. I’ll go make some real quick.” You announced, standing up from your place on the couch.

“Do you want me to pause the movie?” Chris asked, sitting up straighter until you put your hand up.

“Oh no! I’ve seen it dozens of times. You guys enjoy. I’ll be right back.” You disappeared into the kitchen and put a package of popcorn in the microwave. While it popped, you thought back to Chris who’s obvious nervousness about meeting Y/D/N had faded away so quickly. They seemed so comfortable with each other now. Some part of your brain that housed your fantasies could almost say you felt like a family with an actual father in the picture.

The beeping of the microwave drew back your attention to the popcorn and you poured that bag into a bowl, adding another bag just for good measure (you could never really have too much popcorn, right?).

You went to make your way back to the living room when you stopped in your tracks, admiring the scene taking place from afar. Your daughter was sitting on Chris’s lap as if they’d known each other forever, pointing at the colorful marks all over his skin. “What’s this?” She asked, grabbing his hands and trying to read the letters on his knuckles, “L-O-S-...” She struggled to find the name for the next letter.

“T,” Chris helped, “See,it keeps going onto my other hand too. It says Lost Boys.”

Your daughter looked confused, “Lost Boys? Why are they lost?”

Chris laughed an adorable laugh that dang near could have gotten you pregnant again just from hearing it, “It’s a movie actually. It’s all about vampires.” He feigned a spooky voice and reached forward to tickle her.

A high pitched laughter filled the room, “Like the vampires in Halloween Town!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah, I guess! I also have some ghosts over here and jack-o-lanterns.” He pointed to other parts on his arms and neck.

Your daughter looked at him with adoration, “Wow, you have all of Jack’s friends!” Then she gasped, “Are you one of Jack’s friends!?”

A look flashed in Chris’s eyes that was soft and happy. It’s not that he was usually a dark angry person all the time anyways but seeing him your daughter was different. You couldn’t believe how well they were getting along. Not that you were worried about Chris but after everything with her biological father, you couldn’t say that you weren’t exactly scared of introducing men to her. “Y’know, I wish I was one of Jack’s friends! Living in Halloween Town would be so cool. It would be Halloween all the time!”

“We could have Halloween candy all the time!”

That was your que to step in before he got her too much more riled up, “Okay, okay, scoot over! Mommy wants her friend back!” You laughed, setting the popcorn on the table and reaching down to readjust you and your daughter.

Before you could grab her though, she clung to Chris’s neck, “No! He’s my friend now!”

Chris’s eyes got wide at the sudden embrace but he grabbed her in a hug nonetheless, “Yeah, sorry Mommy, we’re friends now.” He mimicked, holding onto her tightly, big smiles on both of their faces.

You feigned offense, “Y’know what?” Without warning, you reached down and scooped her up, spinning her around to sit on your lap while you resumed your position of leaning against Chris’s chest, “Haha, got you!” You held her tightly with one hand while you grabbed the popcorn with the other to distract her with.

“Ladies, there’s enough of me to go around!” Chris joked, his arm snaking back over your shoulders. Giving him an exasperated look, you reached into the popcorn bowl and threw a few pieces at your boyfriend.

Soon the three of you were settled into each other’s arms again and you were all happily watching Lock, Shock, and Barrel kidnap Santa. Beneath you, you felt Chris shift and hand rubbed small circles on your shoulder. Y/D/N was asleep on your lap and for once you felt like maybe you could let a man back into your life like this.

For the first time in forever, things felt right. Chris looked comfortable around you. The real you with toys scattered around your house and hair a mess from chasing your three year old. He seemed comfortable around your daughter, the light of your life and the one thing that mattered most to you.

Looking up at him, his strong, handsome face outlined with tattoos and dyed black hair, you thought that maybe you might even be able to say that you loved him. You knew you felt it but it was hard to admit, hard to tell him and let him in like that. But now that he met Y/D/N and things went well, maybe, just maybe, things would work out this time.

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thepaperpanda · 8 years ago

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Talk on the Bifrost || Thor x Loki drabble

Words: 492

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: Thor brings Loki back to Asgard to be judged and punished for his crimes on Midgard. After they land on the broken Bifrost, Thor has a little talk with Loki.

Author: Ailo

In a matter of seconds, the Avengers became only a shadow amidst the span of light-years, a last image ripped from their sight before they slammed into the broken Bifrost of Asgard.

Loki released the Tesseract with a grunt and tumbled to a halt in a jangle of handcuffs. A few yards away, Thor slowly rose to his feet and with a wearied stride crossed the bridge to where his brother lay motionless in the gloom. “I want to know why, my brother” he growled, lifting Loki by the lapels of his long coat. There was a wicked glint in Loki’s eyes, though it flickered in and out like a sputtering candle. Thor reached up, released the lock on the metal muzzle and pulled it from his brother’s face. | “Tell me!” “‘Gone but not forgotten. Do you know what it is to be forgotten, Thor?” “You were not...“ “Oh, but I was!” Loki snarled rolling his eyes in a theatrical way. “I could scream my name from the pinnacle of Asgard and still Father would hear you better.” “You called him ‘Father’.” Thor hung up his voice.

Loki pulled away as if struck across the cheek, but said nothing. “Why did you try to take Earth, of all the realms?”

“Humans will kneel and listen to raw power. They care nothing for pretty speeches in banquet halls or drunken boasting before conquest. They see that they are weak, and become prey to it” a mischievous grin crawled on Loki’s lips. “They became prey to you. Father will have you executed for this” Thor said, leaning Mjolnir against his shoulder.

A fleeting pang clouded Loki’s brow before his face hardened into a mask of twisted amusement. “Then kill me, Thor. I know you were thinking about it.” “Do not make such jests!” His brother cried hoarsely as he tightened his grip on Mjolnir. “You know I will not..”

“I will not be a prisoner in Asgard again” Loki hissed between clenched teeth. “So kill me and spare Father the burdensome effort. See how easy it will be, to be the hero that strikes down a luckless villain!” “You will be silent!” Thor roared back as he held the muzzle just inches from Loki’s face. Loki smiled and cocked his head to the side, looking the contraption up and down. “You truly think a bit of metal can tie my tongue? I allowed you and your friends your little moment of triumph. Oh no, Thor, I was not helpless! There are wheels that race forever in my brain, though I seem to stand subdued. But I am no longer concerned with Earth at present, so by all means drag me back to the throne that was once mine.”

“Let Father decide”.

Thor locked the muzzle onto Loki’s jaw with a jerk of his wrist before wrenching his brother to his feet and prodding him down the darkened Bifrost with Mjolnir to his back.

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elosnotebook · 8 years ago

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CHRIS SCHISTAD IMAGINE

Requested by anonymous from the Drabble Game.

Number 36.

Author’s note:

I saw someone requesting this to another fandom imagine page, and I thought it was really cool, so I made a fluffly Chris version of it. One request less, nine to go. Hahahahah

Update: Thank Alyssa, aka @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for helping me with my imagines. Also, go and follow her so you’ll know when she posts something brilliant (she does it a lot).

Masterlist ❁

I was drinking on the kitchen, all by myself, while my boyfriend, Christoffer Schistad was filming a ‘Truth or Dare’ video in his little office – a bedroom that was staged to make it look like it was his bedroom, but he never slept in it.

Dating a youtuber wasn’t always easy, but I was so ridiculously proud of Chris’ achievements. He went from being the high school fuckboy to the sweetest and most caring boyfriend a girl could ask for. Not that there weren't any accidents in our story. I still couldn’t believe he chose me to settle down with.

When we both finished high school, he started making videos for YouTube. We had no idea about how huge this would get. I was his first subscriber and now he has over eight millions.

But honestly, how can someone not like Christoffer Schistad? At some point I could understand, because he wasn't always the man he is now, but he matured. I didn’t even get jealous about his fans because I understood them. He is one fucking cute Norwegian boy who speaks English with the loveliest accent in the world. Plus, he was extremely hot, which never hurt.

I was about to finish my last glass of wine, when Chris showed up on the door. It’s amazing how nostalgic I get when I’m a little buzzed.

“I need to talk to you,” he stated.

That line made all the alcohol run away from my system. What a waste of a nice bottle of wine.

“So... talk then,” I told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He seemed to hesitate before speaking up.

“Not here in the kitchen. Let's sit down, yeah?” His face was ridiculously serious and it alarmed me.

“Yes, sure. What is all this about?” I asked as I followed him through the hallway and into the living room. He didn’t answer, which made my heart beat faster.

Once we were in there, I sat on one of the couches, while he kept standing, looking at me. “Ok, you’re freaking me out right now. What’s happening?”

“I don’t know how to say it.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you remember that convention Iwent to London last week?”

“Yes...” Can someone die from too much suspense? Or I will be the first?

“So...” His eyes started to analyze the room. “I was at a party, and this girl came to dance with me. One thing led to another and...” He didn’t complete the sentence. I felt my heart shatter. Whateve rwas coming next couldn't be worse than the thousand of scenarios playing in my head as I watched his guilty expression. But I wanted to know. I wanted to know exactly how loud I should be yelling, or how long it'll take to collect the pieces of my heart.

“And?” I needed to hear him say it. If he screwed up, he should better own it and be honest about it.

He took a deep breath. “And we kissed. It was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything to me. But I couldn’t hide it from you.” I opened and closed my mouth about four times, before giving up on trying to talk. I just didn’t know what to say. I stood up to face him, holding back the tears that wanted escape the best I could. I shot a brief glance to the door, pondering if I just should leave, when I saw a camera in the cornerof the room. Weird, it wasn’t there this afternoon.

His eyes were watching me, full of expectation. I looked around to see three more hidden cameras, and that’s how I realized it.

The little piece of shit was pranking me. I honestly couldn’t believe it. He was willing to break my heart for a video! I was this close to fight him when I noticed that the best way of getting out of thissituation was with fire.

I sat down again, and I let myself fake cry – it really wasn't difficult, I was at the verge of tears anyway because of Chris' stupid fake cheating story. “How could you do this to us?”

He got on his knees to be at eye level with me and held my face in his hands. “I’m sorry, I love you so much, it meant nothing, I swear.”

Still lying. He was so good at looking guilty I actually would have found it impressive if I wasn't busy being furious. Christoffer Schistad, after six years together, I thought you knew that youshouldn’t play with fire.

“So... I guess that’s it, right? We’re done.” I took his hands off of my face. “I have something to tell you too.”

He frowned. “What’s it?”

I looked down, fumbling with the hem of my pullover and pretending to be nervous. “I’m pregnant.”

His eyebrows went up in an almost comical manner. His eyes showed the complete state of shock he was in. He tried to say something, but it was basically unintelligible mumbling.

“I was waiting to tell you on Friday, and I planned to get your reaction on camera. I ordered a “Best Father In The World” shirt, and it was supposed to arrive tomorrow,” I said with a quivering lip, adding layer after layer of guilt on Chris' chest.

He was still motionless, and I had to summon all my will so I wouldn’t smile. My cheeks were burning from the effort. I couldn’t smile. Not yet.

“I’ll pack my stuff. I’ll be gone in an hour,” I finished, looking away from him.

Hearing this made him come back to reality. “Wait, what? No, you’re not leaving me.” He got closer again. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby! We’re going to start our own family!” His smile was so big and honest, it reached his ears and he looked like I just told him I won the lottery. I needed to keep in mind that he was the one who started this by making a stupid prank video and that I was in my full right to get back at him. Although it was cruel to let him believe I was pregnant. I didn't expect such a reaction.

“No. You cheated on me, Chris! I thought you’d changed since high school! But I guess I was wrong.” I began to leave, but he wrapped his arms around me.

“No! No, no, no, no. It was a prank! See the cameras?” He pointed out to the cameras I found before, plus one in the corner that I didn’t notice. “I was lying the whole time! I love you so much and I’d never cheat on you.”

The first thing I did was relax in his arms. I knew it was a prank, but a part of me was so fucking afraid that it was true. I hugged him, even if I was still a little mad, there has been more fear than casualty.

“We’re having a baby! I can’t believe it. We have never discussed names! Or how we’re going to raise them! Will they be born in my country or yours? Are we teaching them English, or Norwegian,or your language? Maybe the three of them! My mom will be so happy,” he said, beaming, his hand immediately flying to my stomach. Literally the strangest feeling in the world. But I couldn't let him believe this any longer, it was time to break his heart.

“I can’t believe you broke my heart because of a prank.” I started, but he interrupted me.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” He was so fucking happy that I couldn’t help myself but to cry.

“I’m not pregnant,” I whispered.

He pulled back from me, holding me at arms' length so he could face me. “What?” He asked with a small voice.

“I’m not pregnant,” I repeated. “I realized you were pranking me, so I decided to out-prank you.You need to hide your cameras better,” I told him, casually.

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity. “Whoever said karma was a bitch clearly didn’t know you. I guess I deserved it but it as still a bitch move.”

I smiled at him and pulled him closer so I could kiss the corner of his mouth. “Tell me something Idon’t know.”

His arms were around me again. “By the way, it was my fans’ idea. The whole thing.”

“Really?” I asked in half offense and half admiration for their boldness. “They’re monsters. But I can’t wait for them to see you get pranked back.”

Chris kissed my forehead, then my nose. “Says the girl who made me believe I was having a child with the love of my life.”

“You told me you sucked another girl's face! It’s a shitty feeling to think that those lips-” I give him a quick peck. “-kissed someone who wasn't me.”

This time, Chris was the one who kissed me. It was slow and so passionate at the beginning, but itturned into something of a more urgent and possessive nature very fast. I pushed him back.

“First, turn off the cameras, or you’re going to have to upload this on Redtube,and not YouTube.”

His falsely angelical laugh filled the room. “Would it be bad? I bet we would have success.”

“Fame isn’t everything.”

When he set his eyes back on me it was like he looked straight into my soul. “No, you are.”

I blushed, despite the lameness of the compliment. It was amazing that even after all these years, he still managed to make me feel like a school girl.

Chris turned off all the cameras and took my hand, taking me to our bedroom. Once we were there, he started to kiss me again, while stripping me of my clothes.

“We should have a baby,” he blurted all of a sudden, his mouth still attached to my skin.

I let out what sounded more like a squeal than a question. “Are you serious?”

He stopped to look at me in all sternness. “Yes, why not?”

“Because.... we’re not married,” I said the first thing that came to mind and that wasn't 'because it's a huge responsibility and it's fucking terrifying'.

“Oh, you’re one of those girls who want to get married before having kids, huh? I never would have guessed.” He started to kiss my neck, it was really hard to concentrate on the conversation in these circumstances.

“Yes. I am.” I closed my eyes, trying to control myself so I could keep the conversation going.

Chris paused for a minute and stared the walls, something he often did when he was pondering on a tough issue.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked while taking my last piece of clothing off.

“I need to fix the marriage situation, so you can have my babies. I’ll have to think about how I’ll propose,” he said in this very casual, no-big-deal tone.

My lips instantly curved into a smile. I’ve probably never smiled that big in my life.

“Maybe you should ask your fans. They almost ruined your relationship, give them the chance to fixit too.”

Chris pulled me to the bed. “I will, but for now we’ll practice how to make babies,” he declared, giving me the smirk he used to shot me when we were younger before pressing his lips against mine again.

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