#blame the camera man (chris)

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Bite Me

Chris Dixon SMUT ChrisMD/female reader.

Chris has a habit of biting his friends when drunk, one night it goes even further

Chris Dixon, known to millions as ChrisMD, had built his reputation opening FIFA packs before moving to football challenges and written and sometimes cheesy jokes. However, among his close circle of friends, he was known for something a little more bizarre: his habit of biting people when he’d had a few too many drinks, his fans were starting to see it more too as his videos started to feature alcohol more and more.

No one was entirely sure how it started. Some blamed a raucous night out in Ibiza. Others swore it was during one of the Sidemen charity matches when Chris, newly single for a few months and overtaken by adrenaline and too much post-match beer, had sunk his teeth into Harry Lewis’ broad shoulder. Whatever the origin, the biting had become a staple of Chris’s intoxicated antics, it was like it was now a meme of sorts but it real life. Every night out it happened and everyone would wait to see who the unlucky victim would be. It wasn’t an aggressive or malicious action from Chris, more like a spontaneous, drunken act of camaraderie. His friends had come to accept it as one of his peculiarities, though that didn’t mean they were entirely okay with it.

In particular George and Arthur Frederick were the ones who protested the most, George remembers the first time it happened to him. The group was gathered at George, Chris and Arthur’s flat for a casual evening. Pizza boxes were stacked on the counter, and the remnants of some games lay scattered across the living room. As the clock ticked toward midnight, Chris’s cheeks were flushed from laughter and a few cans of lager.

George had just finished recounting an embarrassing story about the time he fell into a fountain during a Tiktok he was recording roughly two years ago when Chris pounced.

“Mate, you’re such an idiot,” Chris said, staggering toward George with a grin.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” George replied, shaking his head.

Before George could react, Chris leaned in and chomped on his shoulder.

“OW! What the—Chris!” George yelped, pulling away.

"It’s affection!" Chris declared, grinning. "It’s like a hug but more memorable."

George rolled his eyes. "You’re a menace."

The room erupted in laughter.

“There it is!” ArthurTV declared, pointing at Chris. “The Dixon Bite™. Knew it was coming.”

“It’s like clockwork,” Arthur Hill added, shaking his head.

George rubbed his shoulder, half laughing, half glaring. “You’re like a drunk toddler, mate. What is wrong with you?”

Chris, unfazed, raised his can of beer in mock salute. “I told you it’s affection, George. Pure, unfiltered affection.”

Most of the time though it was usually Arthur Frederick, also known as ArthurTV who was on the receiving end of the Dixon chomp.

The first time it happened on camera was during Chris’s first pub golf video, they were a long time into the video and a lot of alcohol had been consumed. They were sat outside on a wooden bench, others were ready to get up and leave with only Chris, Arthur and a cameraman remaining.

“These arms have so little fat on them” Chris slurred as he attempted to pinch the bicep and got his face right up to the muscle in order to admire it. Arthur paid absolutely no attention to his old school friend as he was playing chess on his phone. Suddenly though the brunettes attention was grabbed by the mistakable feelings of two small rows on teeth on his bicep, he looked and there was Chris hanging from his arm.

“Get off me,” Arthur cried and shrugged the smaller man off who could only give a very drunken giggle in response.

“I am the envy of every girl in my Youtube comments right now.”

There was one person who was very bemused by the whole thing, and that was Y/N. Y/N was a relative newcomer to the Youtube scene, she had started out on TikTok but had branched out to Youtube over the past eighteen months, it was a very similar story to George so because of that the two became quite good friends. She could be incredibly sassy, which was good considering she spent a lot of time keeping in check a lot of rowdy boys.

The group were out for karaoke, it had become quite a staple for all of them, joining the aforementioned group of George, Chris, the Arthur’s and Y/N was another relative newcomer to the content creating scene; Italian Bach. Dutch courage was always needed for people to get up in front of a crowd and sing, and that also meant that everyone was waiting for Chris to pounce, today it was Arthur Hill’s turn.

“You haven’t eaten dinner and with your stature that can only spell disaster, here have this,” Arthur suggested as he pushed a bottle of water in Chris’s direction.

“You’re a good mate, Arthur,” he said, accepting the water. Then, without warning, he lunged and bit Arthur’s upper arm, his mouth still wet from the beverage.

Arthur froze, staring at Chris in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“Consider it a thank you,” Chris said, grinning.

Arthur sighed, shaking his head. “You know, one day someone’s going to bite you back, and you’re not going to like it.”

Y/N shook her head from her seat. “You’re like an overexcited puppy, Chris. Maybe someone needs to get you a chew toy.” Y/N and Chris had a budding friendship, it was really awkward at first as the pair didn’t know how much they had in common until they both really got to know each other more. Chris really liked the when Y/N took charge too, he needed a girl just like that to keep him on the straight and narrow. Not that he needed parenting or anything but he knew he sometimes took things too far and needed someone to tell him when it was enough and when he needed to wind his neck in. Chris stared at Y/N intensely, she gave back a slightly bemused expression as she watched him bite his lower lip slightly.

“Or my cock… wait what?” ArthurTV added trying to cut the tension.

Nights out with the group were very often, especially for the group who lived together and Arthur and Y/N tagged along often as they were all single. As Bach had a girlfriend he wasn’t always present. The group this time was missing Bach as well as Arthur Hill who was busy rehearing for his upcoming tour. Chris was particularly buoyant that night, fueled by tequila shots and the high of securing a girls number. Y/N was standing at the bar, chatting with George, when Chris appeared out of nowhere.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "You’re a legend. An absolute legend."

"Thanks, Chris," Y/N said, laughing. "You’re not so bad yourself."

Before she could say more, she felt his teeth on her upper arm as it was exposed by her sleeveless top

"Chris!" she shouted, jerking away. "Did you just bite me?"

"It’s a compliment!" Chris insisted, grinning. "Means I like you." This was the first time Chris had done it too her and when he let go and looked at Y/N he had such a cheeky look on his face, she tried to be angry but couldn’t help but laugh at the dopey expression, it was quite cute plus she liked the idea she had sort of now been through the initiation ceremony to join the group. She felt like it was a rite of passage she had just gone through.

She stared at him, half-annoyed, half-amused. "You’re lucky I don’t bite back."

The idea must have planted itself in Y/N’s mind, because the next time they were out, she decided to test his theory, They were at another bar. Chris was his usual tipsy self, moving through the group like a whirlwind of energy. Y/N watched as he playfully bit ArthurTV on the shoulder before bursting into laughter.

“You’re going to pick on the wrong person one day,” Y/N mused finished her drink and placing it on the table behind her.

“Hey, I have never had any complaints about my mouth skills before now,”

“You are so full of it aren’t you?”

“You want to be filled…” While Chris was distracted by talking Y/N leaned in and bit him on the arm—not too hard, but enough to make him yelp.

"Ow!" Chris exclaimed, clutching his arm. "What was that for?"

"Just returning the favour," Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chris stared at her for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Alright, fair play.”

The rest of the night, there was a palpable shift in the dynamic between Chris and Y/N. They found themselves gravitating toward each other, the biting incident breaking down some unspoken barrier. Their banter was sharper, their laughter louder, and there was a spark in their interactions that hadn’t been there before.

At one point, they were sitting at a table, sharing a plate of chips. Y/N reached for the last one, and Chris playfully swatted her hand away.

"Hey!" she protested. "I’m hungry."

"So am I," Chris said, popping the chip into his mouth with a cheeky grin.

"You’re impossible," Y/N said, shaking her head. But she was smiling.

Chris leaned in slightly, his voice softer. "And yet, you’re still here."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush but didn’t look away. "Maybe I like impossible."

They stayed like that for a moment, the noise of the bar fading into the background. Then, without thinking, Chris closed the distance between them and kissed her.

Y/N didn’t pull away. Instead, she kissed him back, her hand resting lightly on his arm. When they finally broke apart, Chris looked at her, a mix of surprise and delight on his face.

"I didn’t see that coming," he admitted.

"Me neither," Y/N said, laughing softly. "But I’m not complaining."

Chris smiled and leaned in again, the kiss wasn’t as soft this time, less tentative and more passionate. Y/N kissed back with full gusto, letting out a small moan when she felt a slight nibble on her bottom lip.

It felt like moments until the pair were in an Uber, Chris’s hand moving up Y/N’s leg the further they got to his flat. The lift ride was quiet and as soon as they reached the black front door to the flat Y/N was pinned against it Chris kissing her again. They fumbled their way to the bedroom Y/N knocking into a plant as they went discarding clothes along the way.

Y/N moaned as Chris’s kisses and light nibbles moved down her jawline and neck.

“You like that?” Chris smirked peppering his kisses lower, removing Y/N’s shirt and bra before carefully placing one her breasts in his mouth.

“Fuck Chris,” Y/N gasped as he liked and again gently bit her where she was most sensitive.

“God you moaning my name is sexy,” he whispered removing Y/N’s underwear. He planted kisses up her thigh, too slowly for Y/N’s liking “Chris please I need you,” she managed to breathe out, that was all Chris needed before his tongue made contact with Y/N’s clit causing her to moan incredibly loudly. It was an ongoing joke that Chris had recently had a lot of practice with women but Y/N was now reaping those rewards massively as Chris was showing her he knew exactly what he was doing, eating her out, his tongue working wonders as a hand massaged her clit simultaneously. Y/N’s breath quickened and her moans loudened as she felt the familiar feeling bubbling in the pit of her stomach, but she also wanted Chris to get his.

“Come here,” she demanded pushing Chris’s face from her pussy and forcing him to look at her. He removed his boxers and was surprised as Y/N pushed him back slightly and Y/N crawled onto Chris’s lap kissing him as she lowered herself onto him, lotus was one of her favourite positions. She bounced on him with as much gusto as she had, only stopping to moan slightly when Chris kissed her, adding the odd bite. Soon enough the pair entered a climax shortly after another before collapsing exhausted in the bed.

Chris was awake first the next morning, he went to grab a coffee hearing that George and Arthur were already awake.

“And where did you get off to last night?” George asked with a smirk as he leaned against the breakfast bar.

“What do you mean?” Chris tried to shrug it off as he poured his cup of morning.

“Well there’s the fact you left without saying goodbye last night, then when we came home we find the plant half hanging off the table, tripped over women’s shoes and some very obvious sounds,” Arthur replied also smirking as he grabbed his cup.

“Well it sounds like you’ve already made your minds up,” Chris shrugged, he looked up at the creaking door to his room and Y/N walked in wearing her outfit from the night before. Her big eyes went even bigger as she saw three men staring back at her she quickly tried to scramble for an excuse.

“I erm.. got too drunk and Chris bought me back here, being a gentleman though he slept on the floor…”

“Y/N that would be so much more convincing if it wasn’t for the fact your neck and shoulder looks like you’ve had cupping treatment,” George replied. Y/N walked towards a mirror and sure enough Chris has definitely made his mark.

“Chris we really need to talk about this biting thing,” she sighed.

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No so secret anymore || G.C

George x reader

1/2

Summary: You and George have been dating for a few months, but you weren't as careful as you thought, and fans started to suspect, and your friends weren't helping either...

(Pictures are not mine)

You'd think that keeping a relationship secertly among a group of friends who are also YouTubers would be pretty easy because they will understand how things are going right?

Think again.

Today, you were all set to film a reaction video, each from your own setups.

The plan was simple: watch some TikToks, have a laugh, and entertain the fans.

But with the recent surge of fan edits shipping you and George in the last few weeks, you had a feeling this session would be anything but simple.

As you joined the call, George's familiar grin filled your screen. "Alright, lads and lasses, ready to dive into the abyss of TikTok cringe?"

Arthur (Hill) chuckled. "Always, mate. But before we start, have you seen this?" He shared his screen, showing a TikTok compilation titled "George and Y/N: A Love Story."

You closed your eyes. "Oh, for the love of-"

Chris smirked. "The fans have been busy. Look at this one." He played another edit, this time highlighting every time you and George had shared a look or laughed together in past videos.

George laughed, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "They're really reaching, aren't they?"

Max raised an eyebrow. "Reaching? Mate, even Stevie Wonder could see there's something going on."

George laughed. " Oh man, are we that obvious?"

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Guys, we're supposed to be filming."

Chris leaned back, feigning innocence. "Oh, we're just getting started. The fans ship it, Y/N. Who are we to deny them?"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Look, if you keep this up while we're recording, half of this is gonna have to be cut,either because I'll be laughing and getting red too much or because you idiots are gonna make it too obvious."

Despite your best efforts, the teasing continued.

Every shared laugh, every accidental overlap in speech, every mirrored reaction was met with exaggerated "oohs" and "aahs" from the boys.

As you prepared to sign off, Arthur grinned mischievously. "So, when's the official announcement? You know that there is no way that the fans would stop this shipping thing anytime soon."

George smirked, "Guess they'll just have to keep watching and find out."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. Keeping this secret was proving harder by the day, especially with friends like these.

As soon as the recording ended and the others kept chatting, you and George signed off.

"Alright, lads, enjoy talking shit. I’m out," George said, stretching.

"Yeah, same," you added. "Try not to plan our wedding while we’re gone."

Arthur snickered. "No promises, Mrs. Clarkey."

You laugh and shut off Discord, flopping onto your bed with a deep sigh.

The teasing had been nonstop, and while it was funny, it was also a bit exhausting in some way.

You knew the boys weren’t gonna let up anytime soon.

You barely had a second to collect yourself when your bedroom door creaked open.

And there he was.

"Mrs. Clarkey, " George grinned, stepping inside like it's his room.

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. "No, give me a break."

He caught it with ease, laughing.

"What? I thought you liked me."

"Not when you've spent the last hour making me look red like a freaking tomato."

"Oi, don’t blame me! They started it."

He closed the door behind him and climbed onto the bed, lying on his side to face you. "Besides, you gotta admit,it was funny."

You rolled onto your back and turned your head to look at him. "They’re getting worse, you know."

"They’re just having fun," he said, nudging your side. "We did throw this on them outta nowhere."

"Yeah, and now they think it’s their life's mission to make me feel embarrassed like a little girl every time we’re on camera together."

George laughed, draping an arm over your stomach. "Would it be so bad if they did? You look cute when you’re flustered."

You pushed him not seriously "You love pissing me off, don’t you?"

"Absolutely." He leaned in, "But you love me anyway."

You sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."

He grinned and kissed you, "Lucky me, then."

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I have another part for this, tell me it you like it:)

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MEET AND GREET. PART 2.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Ever since that night, you and Chris had been texting nonstop. And maybe… calling too.

What started as casual conversations had turned into late-night FaceTime calls, inside jokes, and him finding every excuse to talk to you. It had been a month now, and Chris had been begging to take you on a date. But every time he asked, you had the same answer—“I wish, but I’m so busy with work.”

That didn’t stop him, though. If anything, it only made him more persistent.

And the paragraphs? Oh, the paragraphs.

Chris had a way with words, and he made sure you knew exactly how much he wanted to see you.

—

Chris: I swear, ma, you’re actually dodging me at this point. Just say you don’t wanna go out with me, and I’ll take my L like a man.

Y/N: Chris, stopppp. You know I want to, but I literally don’t have the time. I’m drowning in work.

Chris: I’d rather you be drowning in my love instead, but go off, I guess.

Y/N: Not you being dramatic.

Chris: Dramatic?? Baby, you got me out here writing paragraphs like I’m in a Wattpad story.

Y/N: Oh yeah? Prove it.

A few minutes passed before your phone buzzed again, and when you opened the message, your heart melted.

—

Chris: You don’t get it, baby. I’m actually obsessed with you. Like, I wake up, and my first thought is, “Damn, I wonder what Y/N’s doing.” And then I go through my day annoyed because you’re too busy to text me back as much as I want you to. And don’t get me started on the nights when I really wanna call you, but you’re passed out from work.

Chris: And yeah, I know I’m being dramatic, but can you blame me?? You’re you. You got me out here grinning at my phone like an idiot whenever you text me. It’s disgusting. I hate it. (I love it, actually. But whatever.)

Chris: So yeah, I’m gonna keep begging until you let me take you on a date, because let’s be honest—you owe me at this point. I deserve compensation for my emotional damage.

—

You stared at the screen, your stomach flipping.

Y/N: Chris, wtf. Why is this the cutest thing I’ve ever read.

Chris: Because I’m the cutest person you’ve ever met. Duh.

Y/N: I cannot stand you.

Chris: Then sit on my lap instead.

Your jaw dropped.

Y/N: CHRIS??

Chris: What?? I’m just tryna give you options, baby.

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

Y/N: Fine. I’ll think about it.

Chris: Nah, mama. You’re gonna do more than think. I’m getting that date. Watch.

—

Later That Night—FaceTime Call

You were lying in bed, barely keeping your eyes open as your phone balanced on your pillow, FaceTime open with Chris. He was propped up against his headboard, messy curls falling into his eyes, one arm behind his head as he stared at you through the screen.

“You’re literally about to pass out,” he teased, voice soft, amused.

“I’m not,” you argued, blinking slowly. “Maybe a little.”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “You work too much, ma. You need a break.”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “I know, but I’m just—”

Chris cut you off with a dramatic groan. “If you say ‘busy with work’ one more time, I swear to God—Y/N, please. Let me take you out. Just once.”

You bit your lip, feeling a little guilty. He had been asking for a month now. And honestly? You wanted to go out with him. More than anything.

You took a deep breath, hesitating before finally saying, “Okay.”

Chris blinked. “Wait, what?”

You smiled sleepily. “I finally found a day. For our date.”

His face lit up. “Shut up. You serious?”

“I’m serious.”

Chris sat up immediately, running a hand through his hair, grinning at the camera. “Nah, you’re lying. Say it again.”

You giggled. “I finally found time for our date, Chris.”

He let out a loud, dramatic “FINALLY!” before throwing his head back against his pillow. “Oh my God, I was this close to giving up.”

“You were not giving up,” you said, laughing.

Chris smirked. “You’re right. I wasn’t. But I was about to start plotting. Like, I was gonna show up at your job with flowers and make you feel so bad that you’d have no choice but to say yes.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you just agreed to a date with me.”

You shook your head, trying to fight back the grin on your face. “Yeah, yeah. I did.”

Chris’ voice softened a little, his playful smirk fading into something more genuine. “Good. ‘Cause I can’t wait to see you, baby.”

Your heart melted.

“Me too,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Chris smiled at you through the screen, eyes warm, lazy. “Alright, mama. Go to sleep before you pass out mid-call. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

You yawned, nodding. “Fine. But you better not back out now.”

Chris scoffed. “Oh, please. I waited a month for this. I’m locking you in.”

You giggled, giving him a sleepy wave. “Goodnight, Chris.”

“Night, baby.”

And as soon as the call ended, you buried your face into your pillow, grinning like an idiot.

You had a date with Chris Sturniolo.

—

The week passed in a blur, and before you knew it, Saturday had arrived—the day of your long-awaited date with Chris.

The morning had been filled with back-and-forth texts, Chris making sure you hadn’t suddenly changed your mind, and you teasing him for acting like you were about to ghost him.

—

Chris: Still locked in for tonight, right?

Y/N: Chris. We literally confirmed this 10 times already.

Chris: Yeah, but you could change your mind in the last 5 minutes and say you’re “too busy with work” again.

Y/N: I swear on everything, I will block you.

Chris: That’s crazy ‘cause you’re tryna block me from your heart too.

Y/N: GOODBYE.

Chris: Nah, ma. I’ll see you at 7. Wear something cute.

—

And now, here you were—standing in front of your mirror, heart pounding as you put the final touches on your outfit.

You had taken your time getting ready, wanting to look perfect. A little extra effort, just to make sure Chris would notice.

Meanwhile, across town, Chris was having a crisis of his own.

He stood in front of his closet, running a hand through his hair, debating between two shirts. “Why the fuck am I nervous?” he muttered to himself.

Nick, sprawled on Chris’s bed, rolled his eyes. “Because you’ve been obsessed with her for a month, dude. Just wear the first one, it’s fine.”

Chris groaned but eventually settled on a casual, but clean-cut outfit—something effortless but still put together. He stared at himself in the mirror, exhaling.

“This is nothing,” he told himself. “Just a date.”

Then, under his breath, “With the girl I’ve been thinking about every damn day.”

—

The Restaurant

The place Chris had picked was small and tucked away—a cozy little restaurant with dim lighting, warm ambiance, and the kind of charm that made it feel personal. He got there first, his leg bouncing slightly as he checked his phone, waiting for your text.

And then, finally—

Y/N: I’m here.

Chris barely had time to process before the door opened, and you stepped inside.

His breath hitched.

He had seen you through FaceTime, seen pictures, but this? Seeing you walk toward him, dressed up just for him? It was different.

You were gorgeous.

Chris immediately stood up, his smirk softening into something warmer, more genuine. His eyes ran over you, his head tilting slightly in admiration before he exhaled dramatically.

“Damn, ma.”

You bit your lip, suddenly shy under his gaze. “What?”

Chris shook his head, stepping closer. “You actually expect me to sit through this whole dinner pretending I’m normal about how good you look right now?”

Your face heated. “Chris—”

“Nah, for real, baby,” he said, grinning. “You’re stunning. You did this for me?”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “Maybe.”

Chris leaned in a little, dropping his voice. “I like maybe.”

You laughed softly, feeling your nerves melt away as he pulled out your chair for you. “Gentleman behavior? I’m impressed.”

Chris winked, sliding into his seat across from you. “Only for you, pretty girl.”

And with that, the night had only just begun.

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A/N- What do we think?

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Boyfriend Josh Washington whooo…

If you happen to know the original poster of this pic let me know! I found it on Pinterest and I’d love to give proper credit!!

No real warnings other than Josh being a cutie patootie! Twilight mention because I’m keeping it real lmao. Fluffy and sweet boyfriend Josh x fem reader, enjoy!

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Always makes sure that you feel welcome and comfortable no matter where you guys go but ESPECIALLY at parties!!

If you do feel pressured or uncomfortable Josh is the first to know and the first to get you out of there. Always takes the blame if people say something about leaving so soon.

Once you told Josh you felt uncomfortable around some tipsy loser at Mike’s friend’s party. Josh ended up getting in an argument and was ready punch that fucking idiot for you. After you two left and were in the car he said he didn’t regret it and he was just happy you were so open with him about how you felt.

If you’re the kind of girl that loves to get your nails done he always pays for your nails, no if’s and’s or but’s.

God forbid you ever say another man paid for your nails.

He will drive you to the salon and is completely willing to drop a hundred and fifty bucks MINIMUM to get those nails taken off and replaced with something prettier, maybe get his initials on them somewhere,

“Can never be too careful.” Josh will say as he watches them paint your nails with a grin.

Will even get his nails trimmed up while you get yours done, if you ask he will absolutely get a couple of his nails done to match whatever theme you have picked for your nails.

Takes pictures of your freshly manicured hands together and posts it on his instagram- every. single. time. That you two get your nails done together.

Definitely asks you to lie and tell Mike, Chris, or Matt and say he can’t go hang out with them because he just doesn’t want to.

Like don’t get Josh wrong- they are his dude friends and he likes hanging out with them but

“Why would I go hang out with them when you and I can just go out?”

He says as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing actually ever.

Grabs his keys and takes you to wherever is open that you want to go to as a ‘perfect girlfriend treat’ in return for lying for him.

Literally showers you in gifts.

Anything and everything you’ve shown interest in Josh shows genuinely no hesitation in getting for you.

Because it’s for you. That’s all he cares about. Plus he has the money- why wouldn’t he?

Looked at a hot pink Juicy Couture purse for two seconds too long at the mall? Boom- he already emptied out your other purse and organized it all in your new juicy couture purse with a new matching wallet! You’re welcome btw.

Mention how you thought candle making would be an interesting hobby to get into?

You’re coming over, he has three different kinds of wax ready along with twelve different smells and several packs of wicks all at different lengths ready for you to pick from.

The only payment he ever asks for in return is some extra kisses and maybe some back scratches later lol

Comfort. King. 👑

Had a bad day?

Not under Josh’s watch.

You and him, his place, his room.

Twilight movie marathon.

DoorDash, drinks, a sweet treat.

Buys some of those nice spa face masks for you both to have on as you lay in his bed together.

Will even braid or fix your hair for you if you ask him nicely- trust me he definitely can and will help you with your hair. Who do you think helped the twins a million times when they were younger?

You being his favorite photography subject.

He genuinely can’t keep a camera off of you. You’re too beautiful.

Even on bad days when you feel unattractive, Josh is always quick to correct you when you talk bad about yourself.

“God I’m just so fucking bloated today-“

“Watch it- that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.” He’ll reply.

Has to post a picture of you pretty much every day. If he doesn’t post his daily favorite selfie of you onto his story then he definitely has a huge photo dump one day of the month where he posts at least his top 10 favorite pictures he got of you or with you during that month.

In general I genuinely feel like Josh would be one of the sweetest if not the most sweetest boyfriends ever who loves you unapologetically in his entirety. 🩷

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Charity Match - George Clarke

Oh shocker, I rise from the writing dead because I have the feels again and need to release them somehow. I hope everyone else feels the same as I do in saying, George better be in the sidemen charity match this spring!

Pairing: George Clarke X FemReader

Warnings: none, fluff.

———

I had been a long time fan of the Sidemen and their friends for many years. I loved to watch their videos and support wherever I could. Merch drops, their random trading card drops, the like. When they announced they were doing yet another charity event, I jumped at the opportunity to finally attend.

Sat at my laptop, poised and ready to purchase a ticket when they dropped, I felt nerves creeping in, hoping I would get lucky enough to get the seat of my choosing.

Hearing the boys in a ChrisMD video playing in the background, my focus was temporarily drawn to them hiking a mountain. I couldn’t help be distracted by the words they were saying, soon snapping back to my computer as my options for Wembley stadium finally appeared. I panicked, searching for something that was close to where the players come on and off the pitch.

I purchased myself a ticket, feeling relieved that the pressure was over. Shutting my laptop, I was finally able to focus on the video in front of me.

In the months leading up to the game, the players had finally been announced. I wasn’t shocked to find that ChrisMD, and his channels frequent visitors the Arthur’s, George, and Isaac had also been selected to play. As a promotion, and probably to make the stands look like an authentic football match, they listed new merch on the Sidemen clothing website. This included mock football kit tops, sporting the different players so you could show your support. I was excited by this, wanting to differentiate other fans in the audience and build some friendships with like minded individuals around us.

Scrolling through the list of players, I knew pretty instantly the kit I was looking for. Selecting the YouTube all stars kit, personalized to the player “Clarkeey” as listed on the website. I completed my order and smiled, satisfied I would be well dressed for the game coming up so quickly.

—

I finished my outfit with the new football top, tucking it into my jeans slightly to show off my belt. I decided rather casual outfit, seeing as I would be sitting in the stands for a good majority of the game I wanted to ensure I was comfortable. I had dressed in a black jean, with a matching black and gold belt, and some white Nike sneakers with my new football top. I had pulled my hair up, knowing a football match could get quite warm.

Pulling a few loose hairs down to frame my face, and popping my wallet, and lip balm into my pocket I was ready for the match.

The tube to Wembley ended up being extremely packed, as expected. I scoured social media to pass the time, watching story after story. I paused on George’s for a few extra moments, admiring how well he suited his football kit in the photo he took with Chris before the match.

I was quite drawn to the man, finding both his looks and his humor alluring. The type of person that draws you in just by looking at a camera. I stopped my swoon as the train stopped, and we all filed out to get to the stadium.

I quickly found my seat, deciding to grab a drink before the match as well. I settled on a pint, taking it back to my seat and admiring the view of the pitch, and the group of men practicing in front of me. Although I do enjoy the actual football aspect of the matches, you can’t blame a girl for also finding pleasure in watching a pitch full of attractive men run around for 90 minutes.

Locking my eyes to the area in front of me, where I quickly spotted #3, “Clarkeey”. He was practicing between him and ArthurTV, looking incredibly focused. From their videos, George’s competitive side had always been apparent to me. He was quite good at the majority of challenges they had done, finishing in the top three ranks on most occasions. It was no surprise to me that he likely had been practicing his match skills for weeks, or months prior to the match.

I realized I had been staring, but I could have sworn that he looked back up to me. I felt a blush creeping to my cheeks, realizing that he likely had not looked at me, but into the crowd of thousands of people. I brushed it off and snapped a few photos of myself and the pitch, posting them to my stories and socials to show off that I was indeed at the match that day. If it didn’t end up on social media, did it really even happen?

Looking around me, I decided to check out who had been sitting near me as the crowds began to settle in with the match starting soon. To my left, was only three empty seats remaining, whereas to my right, there seemed to be a group of older school age boys cheering on the sidemen as they warmed up. I was roughly three rows from the front, happy I had paid the extra amount to have such close seats as I could see the players ready to begin the match with precise detail from my seats.

The three people needing their seats to my left finally showed, and I recognized them pretty quickly. It ended up being none other than the parents and sister of Chris. I smiled at them politely as they took their seats, Kelly next to me.

“I’m glad I’m sat next to another girl, and not the screaming boys just down there” she said to me, “I’m Kelly, what’s your name?”

I giggled slightly at her remarks to the boys to my right. “I’m Y/n, nice to meet you. You’re Chris’ family, right?” She nodded.

“Yes, the few unlucky enough to call that weirdo family” we laughed together and spent the next few minutes chit chatting. I found myself relaxing more with her, knowing I had someone to talk to helped ease my nerves of coming here alone.

The match started, and the excitement and fun made the time fly by. Cheering as goals came and went, jumping up with his family when Chris scored a goal, and cheering everyone on when the game was over and the winners announced. This year, the YouTube Allstars had taken the trophy! They raised Chris up, holding the trophy and I stood there clapping like a proud mom, watching the group of lads I frequently watched with so much joy between them.

Snapped from my trance, I felt one of the boys to my right tap my arm. Turning to face him to see what he wanted. “Are you George’s girlfriend?” He asked. I was a little taken aback by this, wondering where he could have gotten that impression.

“No, just a fan. Sorry” was all I could think of in response. I clocked one of his friends filming this interaction on his phone.

“Oh, seemed like it from the kit, my bad.” He walked away with his mates, clearly trying to make their way to the front to get closer to the lads. Strange, I thought to myself.

I told Kelly about the interaction and she laughed with me. She pulled me in a little closer, wanting to whisper her next statement to me. “I’m going to bring you down to the pitch with us when we go see Chris” she said. My mouth agape I stared at her, which made her start to laugh.

“Are you sure that’s okay?” I asked her. I was of course excited, but equally nervous for this.

“Yea, absolutely! I was given a plus one and didn’t use it. And I like hanging out with you, you make these events fun. I hope we can do something together soon after this as well. It’s tough to find a friend that both knows this weird world I’m attached to, but simultaneously doesn’t just use me for information about my brother.” I smiled at her kind words.

“Yes, let’s absolutely hang out more. I agree, finding friends in general living alone in London has been difficult for me as well.”

We sat in our seats, waiting for the crowds to die down a bit before security was to come grab us and bring us down to the pitch for family and friend celebrations.

Scrolling through instagram, I found myself on the export page seeing different posts from the match. I saw one in particular that caught my eye. It was a photo of the back of Kelly and I, standing and cheering. With my hair tied up you could clearly see the “Clarkeey” written across my back as we cheered.

The caption read “Chris’ sister and apparently George’s secret girl cheer YTAS on.” I was dumbfounded. This was the second time in the last fifteen minutes I had been told I was George’s supposed secret girl. Looking through the comments I found many people commenting that they thought the same thing after seeing me at the match. A few comments didn’t seem shocked by seeing me, quoting “she is his type after all”. I turned my phone off, trying to shake this from my head as we were led from the stands down to the pitch.

We went to Chris first, obviously so his parents could congratulate them. I was introduced as Kelly’s friend, which although true felt funny as we were incredibly recently friends.

“Congratulations Chris, your goal was so fun to watch!” I told him.

“Thanks Y/n, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I heard we broke last years record for money raised as well, overall I would call this a pretty successful day.” I agreed with Chris’ words.

An arm was soon brought around Chris’ shoulders as we stood around talking. I looked at the new addition to the group, finding George now standing with us.

His hair was slightly stuck down to his forehead from sweat, and he smiled at the group, clearly on cloud 9 from the days events.

“Hello Chris and family” he said, acknowledging the rest of us. His family politely said hello, and Chris’ mom came to give him a hug. I assumed they were well acquainted from how long him and Chris had been friends.

With George stood next to me, it felt rude between the two of us not to introduce ourselves as Chris and his family had become distracted in their conversation.

George turned slightly towards me, sparking the conversation.

“I don’t think we’ve met properly, I’m George Clarke.” He said extending a hand to me. I shook his hand.

“I’m Y/n, supposedly your secret girlfriend.” I mentally face palmed at my awkward conversation starter.

His eyes raised and I rolled mine, pulling out my phone to show him the numerous posts I had found. He laughed at a few of the fanboy comments, cheering him on.

“What sparked this debate online?” He asked with a seriously charming smirk on his face.

I turned my back towards him, showing off the kit I was sporting. He laughed,

“Ahh, yes. That makes sense.” We laughed together.

“And apparently I’m your type, so the people around me sort of assumed, since I was with Chris’ family.” I said.

I was happy that this conversation didn’t feel awkward. It felt light and filled with banter. Knowing my usual track record with men, this conversation was 10 times better than my usual interactions.

“To be fair to them, you are my type.” He said. I felt myself freeze slightly, just staring back at him. I could tell he felt nervous about my reaction to his words based on the words he had just spit out. I nudged him slightly, playing into his flirtatious nature.

“Well if the kit wasn’t obvious enough, you’re my type as well so I suppose they aren’t far off of their assumptions.” George agreed with me and we had a laugh together. Our moment being spoiled by the other lads, ArthurTV, Arthur Hill, Bach, Reev, and a few others joining the group and talking about the major after party celebration they were planning.

“You need to come, pleaseeeee” Kelly dragged out grabbing my arm. Of course, I was secretly praying I was going to be invited. Wanting to continue the conversation George and I were having.

“Of course, I’ll be there.” I said to Kelly, catching George looking at me from the side, a smile forming on his lips. I couldn’t help but blush to myself. Immediately wanting to tell Kelly about the entire interaction I pulled her to the side, filling her in on the details.

“Oh my god, yes! I am making it my personal mission to make sure you talk tonight!” She squealed. It felt so nice to have a wing woman on my side for this.

With this being a party, I wanted to go home and freshen up a bit. Kelly asked to tag along so she could get a rest from the big crowd. I agreed of course, as we made our way back to my flat.

I showed her a couple different outfit choices. Bring it was March and still a bit chilly outside, I settled on a nice but casual sweater top, and some new jeans to compliment. I felt put together but casual so I would still be comfortable.

We talked endlessly about the party, as Kelly begged me to tell her again about the conversation I had with George.

“I don’t know, he told me I was his type, he was definitely flirting, right?” I questioned.

“From everything Chris has told me he’s normally not good at talking to women. I would say yes absolutely. He had the balls to come out directly and say it, he was totally into you!” She divulged that she didn’t have many friends to share this kind of stuff with, so she was really excited to see how this night played out.

Entering the event, she let me know she was going to make herself scarce and go find some other people to converse with while I essentially shoot my shot, as she put it.

I searched the crowd, not finding George anywhere. I settled myself for a moment, realizing he had to be around somewhere.

“What will you have to drink?” His voice rang from behind me, scaring me slightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he lightly led me by the small of my back a little closer to him so I could hear him better. My heart fluttering at his small action. The room was crowded after all.

“Umm, I think I’ll have a vodka redbull and pineapple please” I said to him.

“Coming up,” he walked away towards the bar and I felt myself let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. He looked insanely good after the match. Dressed in jeans, a white tshirt and a flannel top pulled over it, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of him. “Here you are” he handed me the glass, keeping his pint close by him.

We were stood at a bar height table, drinks going by quickly and conversation flowing. It felt natural to be talking to him. It was almost as if we had known each other forever.

“What brought you to the match alone anyway?” He asked as I told him the story of how I ended up here. “No boyfriend?” He added taking a drink of his pint.

“Well, I have been a long time fan, so I figured it was time to come out and support in person, plus, with it being for charity it was a good opportunity overall.” I said, taking a sip of my drink as well. He kept staring at me, and I realized I completely glazed over his addition. “Oh, no, no boyfriend.” His eyes softened a little at my confession.

“Good, I’m glad to hear.” He smiled and I could feel my cheeks heating up. “I don’t often find someone I connect with this well. I was really hoping you’d come tonight.” He confessed. If I thought my cheeks were red before. “I’m sorry I feel like I keep rambling, I’m not good with these situations, really.” I couldn’t quite find the right words in response, causing him to continue his nervous ramble. “If you don’t feel the same connection it’s no worries, really. I just wanted to get to know you a little more I guess and I-”

“George” I cut him off. He pulled his eyes to mine. I placed a hand on his on the table, sensing his nerves. “I want to know you more as well. Believe me, the connection you’re feeling is reciprocated.” He sighed, looking down at our hands together and laughed.

“Thank god, otherwise I look like an idiot here.” I laughed with him.

“You look really cute, not like an idiot at all.” It was his turn to blush at my words.

“You look amazing as well, indeed still my type.” I laughed at his callback to our earlier conversation.

I was thankful for my fangirl antics, which now led me to George.

We spent the rest of the night together, laughing together and with his friends. I could tell his friends were not used to him hanging out with a girl, based on their comments non stop about it. It was funny to see George so flustered by their comments, normally seeing him so confident and casual on the screen.

I heard my name, turning to find Kelly sneaking into our group.

“Was the plan successful?” She quietly said to me. I tilted my head down a little, to show her George’s arm had been wrapped around my waist and rested on my side for the majority of the night. She smiled massively at me, giving me two thumbs up and running off. I laughed which caught George’s attention.

“What’s funny?” He asked.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” I slid closer to him, reciprocating the arm around the waist and rejoining the group conversation.

This was a very successful night.

[missust3l3vision]

Pom Poms

Description: Chris has a large appreciation for cheerleaders, when he sees his long time crush in a Cheerleader costume he loses it.

Chris had always had a thing for cheerleaders. He never could understand why, but the tight pony tails and pom poms were more attractive than the tiny uniforms.

That's why for his Halloween stream seeing you in a Cheerleader costume he was done for. You had gorgeous features and the way you did your make up only made you even prettier. He was star stuck.

"Mate stop staring" Arthur said nudging his shoulder. Chris sucked in a breath before smoothing out his postman costume.

"Shut up" he said before walking a bit ahead to catch up. You were walking with Bach and his girlfriend Liv. Everyone in the group were in costume as they went on a pub crawl across the city.

"Oh Hi Chris!" Y/n said happily "are you a mail man?" She asked giving him a look over

"Yeah" he said casually. Trying to ignore how Bach and Liv gave a rather pointed look at him. Sure he was wearing shorts in this weather and yeah maybe the hat was a bit dorky bit he didn't care

"I love it" she said tapping the brim of his hat

"And I love yours." He said much more earnest than he had expected "it just, is a great look for you" He said looking down st his shoes as he spoke

"Why thank you, Liv was teasing me the whole time I got ready" the other girl sticking her tongue out at the mention of it.

After the small interaction he was pulled away to film something and when he came back the air had shifted, and he felt a new wave of awkwardness crash into him.

And so for the rest of the night Chris Michael Dixon was too shy to talk to Y/n. She tried and failed to get the ball rolling and much to the both of theirs dismay, it wouldn't go anywhere.

He'd be too busy staring at her too small skirt to respond to any questions about his videos and too busy scolding himself for staring to pick up on small hints.

You were so disappointed. Your best shot at getting to know Chris and he was so uncomfortable around you. Had you said something to offend him? Or maybe you smiled too much?

That was until Arthur got drunk. One thing about the man, was that he was loud. Loud and honest.

"For fucks sake Chris! She's soooo into you! Do something about it! I mean fuck" he practically screamed, the entire group turning to look at the two men "God you are such a little..nothing! You're just little" Chris and Y/n were beet red with embarrassment.

As the group crowded around Arthur trying to calm him down two stayed out of it. It seemed like the only person not staring at Arthur was Y/n. She was looking at Chris.

The two completely drifted from the group when Arthur threw a fit at George for moving his queen without permission on chess.com.

Being away from the group some how this brought them closer. Sharing light conversation that got deeper with every shared glance.

The colours of the city danced around them as they settled into a calm walk, sure they were a little buzzed, and the costumes they had on were goofy, but it felt right.

Eventually, Y/n turned over her shoulder to see Liv holding a digital camera. Pointing it at the two she mouthed kiss him to Y/n.

If anyone asked her she would have blamed the blue razzberry Tequila thingy Sabine gave her, but in this moment she never felt more clear minded.

Tapping his shoulder, she kissed him. A deep and passionate kiss that left him breathless. Eventually pulling away she smiled at the camera. The flash scared Chris as he let out a yelp at being caught.

Her smiling face was pressed up against his terrified one as all their friends stood around them, either having silly faces or throwing up peace signs.

It wasn't until the next day when Chris saw the picture that he figured out why he had a thing for cheerleaders.

It was their smile.

[femnoah]

Another female Noah au!

Bio dad Chris au

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

World tour!

Yeah.... The entire season is pretty much foreplay between Alejandro and Neha. Plotting the downfall of each other's enemies and all is their love language.

They do get Owen eliminated as soon as they can but that's just to spare the poor guy, he always ends up getting hurt on the show and Neha likes the guy, he's her sister's boyfriend after all.

Speaking of, Izzy just spends the season wrecking havoc as usual, teaming up with the other two when it suits her.

Neha wasn't told that Alejandro would be competing that season so she was quite surprised when she saw him.

She was also super excited (not that she'd admit it) because he knows how to make things interesting and she gets to scheme with the guy she likes.

She's actually looking forward to the season for once.

Alejandro immediately clocks her and is a bit confused on why she's dressed as a guy, but keeps quiet until he can ask her in private. He doesn't want to ruin anything she has planned after all.

His strategy for the game is pretty much to be overly friendly, to the point where his actions could be considered flirty but easy enough to deny.

Pretty similar to cannon but obviously not as flirty, he has Neha to think about after all.

Turns out they're on the same team! Both are incredibly pleased about this as they get to stay close to each other and don't need an excuse on why they're interacting.

Alejandro remembers all the times his Zorro complaint about some guy named Harold annoying her so who could blame him for embarrassing him on national TV before getting him eliminated? This was the start of the duo's 'villainous descent' on camera.

Bridgette was starting to get on Neha's last nerve, flirting with her बाम मछली. So what if she sets her up with Izzy's help? The surfer girl should take her very much taken paws off of someone else's man. She still ends up stuck to the pole but instead of Alejandro it's Izzy and Neha who orchestrate it. The silly girl was hallucinating seeing the Spaniard after 'accidentally' taking a cold plunge, combined with the sleep deprivation caused by Izzy befriending the rats on the plane. She never stood a chance.

Leshawna is the elimination where alenoah first teams up to get rid of someone. Alejandro had had enough of the girl's rude comments about and to 'Noah' and Neha was sick of her flirting with Alejandro.

The competition just carries on like that, some poor soul manages to annoy either Neha or Alejandro or both (there was one occasion where Izzy was the sole person behind an elimination on her own accord, it completely blindsided the other two when Heather was booted but the Queen bee was getting in the way of Izzy's sister's romance and Izzy is an awesome wingwoman!!) and get themselves humiliated then eliminated, usually for the other's sake.

Alejandro has fun tormenting Cody, he should've stopped flirting with Neha the first time she told him she wasn't interested.

Chris and Chef are just extremely amused by this, it brings in the views and their daughter is happy, it's a win-win situation.

Obviously, none of the cast are happy when they find out what's been going on and the reasoning behind their eliminations but they can't really do anything about it. There's basically no one on anyone's team at the end of it.

The season ends with them in the finalé together (Owen+Izzy on team Neha and DJ+Eva on team Alejandro to keep it fair, everybody else refused to be on their teams).

They're competitive for most of the challenge but when they reach the edge of the volcano, to everybody's shock and horror, instead of throwing the dummies in they just start aggressively making out.

Neha's wig ends up falling off and into the volcano, the cast watching it all go down and simultaneously have the realisation that 'Noah' was Chris' assistant all along.

They don't look like they're stopping anytime soon so Eva huffs and picks up the dummies and throws them in herself. Chris just blinks and calls Eva the winner cause he's the host and why not, no one can stop him.

The final moments on the season goes like "aaaaand Eva's the winner of Total. Drama. World Tooouuur, what a twist! Cause the two finalists can't seem to stop locking lips while they're on NATIONAL TELEVISION. I wonder what their parents are thinking watching this..." "DAD!" "Chris!" (X2)

Cue shocked gasps from the cast, a couple of faints and many complaining of having a heart attack.

[ceyanabbiolo]

CONTRACT // C.S [03]

Summary: Christopher Sturniolo, a 26-year-old billionaire CEO, agrees to a strategic marriage with Aurora Devereaux, the 21-year-old daughter of his rival, to save his company during a crisis. Raised in a cold, arrogant environment, Chris is used to control and detachment. Aurora, a final-year fashion student, is forced into the arrangement by her powerful father and struggles with the fear of losing herself. As the two navigate their unexpected marriage, they begin to confront emotional walls and develop a connection that challenges everything they thought they knew about love and trust. But with their families’ influence looming, will their bond be strong enough to survive—or will it fall apart?

Warnings: mean Chris, crying, harsh dad?

wc: 1847

Chapter 3: Acceptance

It had been three days. Seventy-two hours since my life had been ripped out from under me.

Yet here I was — sitting in the back of my design class, hunched over my sketchpad, pretending like I could focus on anything other than the dull, constant ache in my chest.

My pencil hovered uselessly above the paper, the half-formed outline of a dress blurring before my eyes.

This was supposed to be my final collection. The grand project I'd spent years dreaming about, working for. It would be showcased at the university's fashion show — the stepping stone into my future.

But now? All I could think about was him.

Christopher Sturniolo. Even thinking his name made my stomach twist up tightly.

I'd done what any normal person would do after being thrown into an arranged engagement with a stranger — I'd stalked him online. Except, there wasn’t much to find.

No flashy social media accounts. No endless trail of scandals.

Only a few scattered pictures of him entering upscale bars late at night, sometimes seen with women– models, mostly. Always beautiful, always clinging to his arm like they belonged there. And honestly, I couldn’t even blame them.

Christopher was, without question, handsome. Undeniably so. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and a jawline that looked carved from stone. His dark hair was always slightly messy, like he ran his hand through it too many times.

His eyes — cold and unreadable even through a camera lens — somehow managed to look both detached and devastating at the same time.

He was the kind of man people noticed when he entered a room. The kind of man girls fell for, even when they knew they shouldn’t.

There were a few corporate articles about him taking over his family’s company at a young age, twenty-four. I learned he wasn’t an only child.

He had two brothers, Matt and Nick — triplets actually. Chris was the youngest by a few minutes, and when neither of his brothers wanted to take over the company, the duty had fallen squarely onto him.

Responsibility had shaped him young. He didn’t just inherit the empire — he expanded it. Ruthless, brilliant, and cold. At twenty-six, he was already someone to fear in the business world.

Somewhere in an old interview, I found out more. Italian, Irish, Portuguese — with a whisper of Scottish blood somewhere in the mix. As if fate had stitched together all the most passionate, stubborn parts of those cultures and stuffed them into one man.

It wasn’t lost on me how different our lives were. I had come from generational wealth, yes — my family name was known among the wealthy elite — but my world was one of art, lace, charity events, and glittering parties. Not corporate warfare. Not cold negotiations sealed with a handshake.

I pressed the heel of my hand against my forehead, feeling a headache building. I hated that he was taking up space in my mind. I hated even more that I remembered the slight kindness in his voice when he gave me a way out — a choice my own father had ripped away.

My chest tightened. I dropped my pencil and stared down at the ruined sketch in front of me. It was wrong — all wrong. The lines were harsh, messy. Nothing like what I'd planned.

It was supposed to be my dream collection. But how could I chase dreams when my future had already been decided for me?

–

By the time I got home, the weight of everything settled heavily on my shoulders. I barely had the energy to change out of my school clothes.

But when I opened the door to my house, I was met with an unexpected sight. My parents, seated in the living room, had a man in a dark suit standing with them. Christopher.

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat as I realized what this meeting was. Of course. It was time to get down to business.

I felt my pulse quicken, a sense of dread creeping up my spine. I stood at the door for a few seconds, unsure whether to go in or retreat back to my room. But before I could make up my mind, my dad noticed me standing there and waved me in.

“Aurora,” my dad said, his voice calm, but his smile tight. “Come in. We’re just talking details with Christopher.”

Chris looked up at me when I stepped into the room, his usual cool expression slipping for just a moment, but only for a moment. He straightened, his eyes scanning me, as if to gauge my reaction to seeing him here again.

I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t know if I was angry or numb.

“Good evening, Aurora,” he said, his voice flat but not unkind. “I trust your day went well?”

I didn’t answer immediately. I simply nodded, barely looking at him.

“We were just discussing a few things about the wedding plans,” my dad continued, oblivious to the tension hanging in the air. “We’ve decided the engagement party will be in two weeks. We’ll need to start preparing for the guest list soon.”

Two weeks. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure.

“We’ve also talked about you moving out to the penthouse, Chris’s penthouse,” my dad said casually, as if it were a simple thing to just hand over your life. “You’ll need to get your things in order. Christopher will make sure everything is ready for you.”

I stiffened. The penthouse? The penthouse?

I glanced over at Christopher, his jaw clenched tightly as he stood with his hands folded in front of him, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“And the wedding?” I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“End of the month,” my dad said, as if it were a routine thing. A date has already been decided.

I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“I… I don’t understand.” The words came out in a rush, more desperate than I meant. “This is all happening too fast. I can’t just… move out, marry him. You didn’t even ask me if I wanted any of this.”

My mom, who had been silent up until now, looked up at me with a mix of sympathy and resignation. She shifted in her seat, glancing at my dad, before speaking up.

“Sweetheart, your father’s right. This is the arrangement. We don’t have the luxury of time. Christopher is doing us a favor.”

“Mom…” My voice cracked slightly. “This isn’t about favors. This is about my life. I didn’t get a say in any of it.”

My dad looked at me then, his expression tightening. “Aurora, you don’t understand. This is bigger than us. You think I’d force this on you if it weren’t necessary? Christopher is giving us a way out of the mess we've been in.” His voice hardened, and I could feel the pressure behind his words. “You will go through with this, for the good of the family.”

Christopher remained quiet, his eyes steady on me. He had said I had a choice, but his presence here, the way my father was talking, made it seem like there was no choice at all.

“I’ll make sure you’re comfortable in the penthouse, Aurora,” Christopher spoke up, his voice calm, but the edge of finality was there. “I want this to work. For both of us.”

I nodded stiffly, not sure how to respond. How could I respond when everything felt out of my control?

“Good,” my dad said, looking pleased, as if everything was settled. “We’ll discuss the finer details tomorrow, but for now, let's relax. We have a lot ahead of us.”

Relax. I wanted to scream. 

I couldn’t breathe.

The walls of the living room were closing in — my parents’ voices felt far away, drowned under the pressure sitting heavy in my chest.

"I’m sorry," I said, my voice cracking. "I-I need a minute."

Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and fled up the stairs. I heard someone call my name behind me, maybe my mom, but I didn’t look back. I made it to my bedroom, slammed the door behind me, and pressed my back against it, gasping like I had run a marathon.

The tears came fast and hard, blurring everything around me. I slid down the door, knees pulled to my chest, burying my face into my arms.

This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be real.

A knock came, soft but insistent.

I didn't answer. I didn’t want to see anyone.

But the door creaked open anyway.

And there he was. Chris.

He stepped into the room, sharp in his tailored suit, hands shoved into his pockets. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he had raked a hand through it one too many times.

For a second, he just stared at me, sitting there, a pathetic mess on the floor.

His mouth pressed into a thin line. His next words weren’t gentle.

"If you’re gonna cry every time something doesn't go your way," Chris said flatly, "you’re going to have a hard time being my wife."

The words hit harder than I expected, cutting through the air.

I looked up at him, tears still staining my cheeks, my heart twisting painfully.

He sighed, as if regretting being so blunt, but he didn’t take it back. He walked further into the room, standing above me.

"I’m not here to play games with you, Aurora," he said, voice steady but firm. "This marriage-it’s not going to be some fairytale." He crouched down so we were almost at eye level.

"You'll have your freedom, for the most part. You’ll finish your degree, you’ll have your own career if you want it. I’m not going to chain you to my side." His eyes darkened slightly.

"But in public, you’ll be Mrs. Sturniolo. You'll stand by me. Smile when you need to. Show up when it matters. Understand?"

I swallowed hard, my throat burning.

"And what about... between us?" I asked quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Chris tilted his head slightly, studying me.

"I don’t expect love, Aurora," he said bluntly. "Not from you. And you shouldn’t expect it from me."

The words made my stomach twist in a way I couldn't explain.

"This is a partnership," Chris continued. "It’s a deal. We both get something out of it. You keep your family secure. I get what I need."

His tone was cool, detached, but there was something in his eyes—something tired, almost resigned—that made it hurt even more.

He straightened up, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket. "You’re not a prisoner," he added. "But if you agree to this, you’re expected to follow through." He glanced at me one last time, then said, "I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready."

Without waiting for a response, Chris turned and walked out, the door shutting softly behind him.

And I stayed there, curled up on the floor, feeling more alone than ever.

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[a/n: chapter 4 soon. I hope y'all are intrigued ] – lots of love ceyana mwah

[gamerwoo]

[skz] In Between: Bang Chan and...

characters: chan x gn reader (if there are any she/her pronouns that i missed while editing i'm so sorry it's an accident)

genre/warnings: idol!chan, non-idol!reader, fluff, humor, established relationship, the whole fic is set up like an interview video, reader is bigger than chan, it's mentioned that reader is older than chan, mentions of parties and alcohol consumption, mentions of murder in the sims lmao

word count: 3,490

summary: welcome to the couple's interview called 'in between:' where your favorite couples answer some questions to show a little background and insight to their relationships. today, we're exploring in between: _____ and bang chan!

minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

[a short preview of the video plays where _____ is holding chan’s face between their hands as they lean in closer. chan is trying to laugh but his cheeks are getting squished.]

_____: I will cry right now.

[the video cuts to the beginning of the interview. _____ and chan are sitting on stools beside each other.]

Chan: Hi, I’m Bang Chan from Stray Kids.

_____: And I’m _____.

Chan: And we’re at Gamerwoo today to answer a few questions about our love life.

_____: This is In Between: Bang Chan and _____.

[the intro card plays, and in the background, chan can be heard shouting their couple name and laughing loudly. then it changes to the question card before going back to the couple.]

[what was your first date?]

Chan: [looking to _____ in confusion] Was it…the concert…? Or the picnic?

_____: [looking back at him with a neutral expression] Guess.

Chan: …The…pic– No! Concert.

_____: Final answer?

Chan: [giving a solid nod] Final answer.

_____: [looking back at the camera with a wide smile] It was a picnic.

[chan starts sputtering and yelling while _____ just laughs loudly. nobody can really make sense of what he’s saying, but it’s obvious he’s not only embarrassed that he was wrong, but blames _____ for not giving him a hint.]

_____: Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever. [they look at chan fondly and rest a hand on his leg] You don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight, don’t worry.

Chan: [scoffs] Wow, yeah, thanks.

[the video jump cuts to _____ and chan talking about the actual date.]

_____: He asked me to go on a picnic and he set up a blanket with flowers and snacks and sandwiches and…yeah. It was really cute. By the river and stuff.

Chan: ‘And stuff’ as if I didn’t put my entire heart and soul into our first date.

_____: That was when you asked me out, dude. Our first date, you literally brought a fancy bottle of grape juice instead of wine because you can’t read.

[chan pauses a second, eyes wandering elsewhere as he thinks about it. _____ laughs quietly while they watch him.]

Chan: With the flower petals and star-gazing?

_____: [nodding] Yeah, that was when you asked me out. Not our first date.

Chan: Ohhhh, yeah, you’re right. Okay.

_____: [chuckling] Your memory is getting worse, old man.

Chan: [rolls his eyes and _____ continues to giggle more] You’re literally older than me.

_____: [looking back at the camera] That’s not what Seungmin says.

[how did you meet and what were your first impressions?]

_____: We…actually met through mutual friends. It was, like, at some random party and I guess Chris was in the area and showed up.

Chan: We were on tour and I was texting a couple friends I knew were around that area to just catch up, and one of them mentioned he was having a small party and wanted to see if I could make it, and I was like, ‘sure, why not? I got nothing going on tomorrow,’ so I went. [he looks over at _____ with a smile, grabbing their shoulder and lightly shaking them] And this one was there.

_____: I recognized him and I was kinda freaking out like a psycho, but I just played it off and was like ‘hey…I like your music and stuff’. But then we ended being beer pong partners and I got a little too drunk and told him I was actually a huge Stay. [looks at chan and they meet eyes] But I think we vibed, so.

Chan: [nodding] I thought you were cool. Very sweet; very charming. Definitely a little goofy.

_____: You still invited me to hang out, though – [they look back at the camera with wide eyes] which was super intimidating, by the way. He asked me to just go chill in the studio and then go grab lunch, and I was terrified. When I tell you I panicked trying to figure out what to wear. I had an entire ****ing breakdown.

Chan: You still looked good, though. And we had fun.

_____: We did. I’m glad I didn’t bail like I considered [laughs].

Chan: [also laughing] Could you imagine? We probably wouldn’t even be here right now. So yeah, thanks for not flaking.

[the video jump cuts to another shot of chan and _____ a little bit later.]

Chan: I would like to clarify that I was not drinking at that party. I played beer pong with water.

_____: Christopher is a coward.

[who asked who out and how did it happen?]

_____: [scoffs] It was absolutely not me. I didn’t have the balls to do that.

Chan: [blushing] It was me. I reenacted our first date, just made it more fancy with rose petals everywhere and we looked at the stars. I even learned where constellations were to point them out!

_____: [grinning widely as they look at chan] It was super cute.

Interviewer: How did you ask _____ out? What are the details?

Chan: [smirks directly into camera] That stays top-secret.

_____: Fans are gonna think we ****ed. 

Chan: [his eyes widen and he points at the camera] Okay, we didn’t do that. 

[what did the members think of _____, and what did _____’s friends think of bang chan?]

Chan: All the kids really liked _____. Everyone got on really well.

_____: None of them will let you forget you picked up someone at a party, though.

Chan: [lets out an exasperated sigh] You weren’t even just some rando, though! You’re friends with someone I’m friends with. You, me, him, and a couple other people all hung out before I asked you to hang out alone.

_____: I know, I was there. Tell that to the kids, buddy.

Chan: They don’t listen to me.

_____: [shrugs] I have no problems with them.

Interviewer: _____, what did your friends think of you dating a big-name kpop idol?

_____: Honestly, they clowned me for it. [laughs] They literally were making fun of me because it’s kpop, and I was like, ‘okay, whatever’. They met him a few times, though, and they think he’s really cool. But yeah, they’re always calling me a kpoppie and a koreaboo. 

Chan: And they say you’re living your y/n wattpad fanfic.

_____: Oh yeah, can’t forget the y/n thing.

[who said ‘i love you’ first?]

[_____ is clearly already flustered and Chan is giggling like a maniac.]

_____: Okay, to be fair…I probably wanted to say it before he did, but I was so scared to say it so I waited until he did first.

Chan: [smiling and laughing softly at _____] You’re such a baby sometimes.

_____: Yeah, and?

Chan: You’re my baby, though. [he reaches over to take their hand.]

Interviewer: When did you say it?

Chan: I think it was… I wanna say it was a few months in, at least.

_____: I was fully in love with this man, like, 2 weeks into dating.

Chan: To be fair, you knew me before I knew you. Or knew of me, I guess.

_____: My bar was also literally at the floor. You did the bare minimum and I was already telling my mom about you.

Interviewer: How did you know you were in love?

_____: Personally, I was obviously just…infatuated with the idea of him because I knew of Stray Kids, so I realized I actually loved him the first night we had a sleepover. He was super respectful of my boundaries, and the way he looked at me was just, like… It’s gonna sound so ****in’ cheesy but I’ve never seen someone look at me like that before. And he was just super sweet and it was like those cheesy stories and movies where you watch movies and cuddle, and dance in the kitchen really late at night and bake cookies and stuff. And then in the morning we made pancakes and watched TV and, I dunno. It was just really cute and made me realize I wanted every night and every morning to be like that.

[chan squeals and pulls _____ in for a tight hug. _____ is obviously embarrassed but is laughing and letting him coo at them. then it cuts to them sitting normally and holding hands instead while chan starts talking, like the hug lasted for too long.]

Chan: For me, I never really had a moment that hit me. I was always pretty fond of them, and that feeling just grew and grew until one day I was just kinda thinking about it and went, ‘oh, this is what being in love is,’ so then I told them the next time I got a chance in person.

Interviewer: How did you tell them?

Chan: We were just watching a movie in the studio and we looked at each other for some reason, but I think I blacked out so I forgot why, but I just [shrugs] told them.

_____: And I squealed. [nods slowly] Directly in his face.

Interviewer: Like, actually?

Chan: Literally–

_____: Like, full on pig squeal.

Chan: [laughing] Okay, I wouldn’t call it that. It was cute, though.

[has bang chan ever written a song about you, and if so, was it released and what song was it?]

Chan: Only unreleased.

_____: [whips their head over to look at him with wide eyes] You wrote a song about me?

Chan: [scratching the back of his neck and giving a shy smile] Maybe…multiple? [laughs]

[_____ holds chan’s face between their hands as they lean in closer. chan is trying to laugh but his cheeks are getting squished.]

_____: I will cry right now.

Chan: I’d prefer if you didn’t, baby.

[instead, _____ gives him a peck on the lips before releasing him. chan is still giggling and blushing. the video jump cuts to the couple sitting normally again while chan talks.]

Chan: I’ve definitely written some songs that are released that are…sort of inspired by _____ and my feelings and stuff like that. But, I mean, if we’re making a love song, obviously some real life stuff is going to inspire that. But the songs I’ve written completely about _____ or our relationship are still unreleased. They’re still…– They need tweaking.

Interviewer: Are you planning on releasing any of them at some point?

Chan: Maybe eventually. Like I said, they’re all pretty rough right now so they need some work. But maybe someday.

_____: Will I ever hear any of them?

Chan: [smiling smugly] When I release them.

[who’s the driest texter, and what are your names saved as in each other’s phones?]

[they stare at each other and seem to really consider the answer, but the video jump cuts to a reply because they took too long thinking]

_____: I think sometimes it’s me, and sometimes it’s him. Overall we’re both pretty good about not being too boring. 

Chan: Sometimes one of us is too busy to text back a lot or we’re just not in the mood so our texts are kinda lazy. Usually, though, they like to send memes or something. They have, like, 5 emojis that they use a lot, too.

_____: And Chan likes to spam-text. 

Chan: [looks at _____] Why’d you say it like that?

_____: Like what?

Chan: Like it’s a bad thing.

_____: I didn’t. …Don’t even.

[chan starts giggling, and _____ whacks him in the arm. then it jump cuts to them talking again.]

_____: In my phone, he’s Christopher with the werewolf emoji and a heart.

Chan: Which heart?

_____: The black one.

Chan: [nodding] Alright, I’ll take it. Um, for me, _____ is My Baby with, like, the emoji smiling with the hearts around it, and the couple kissing.

_____: [looking at chan] is it just the standard yellow emojis?

Chan: [scoffs, looking offended] No, I made them us.

_____: [looking back at the camera] Boomer.

Chan: Okay.

[do you ever read fanfiction about each other?]

_____: Well, there’s definitely none about just me, but I’ve seen a lot about Chan. Or we’ll just be vaguely mentioned as a background couple or something.

Chan: [looks at _____ curiously] Who are you reading about if we’re the background characters?

_____: [shrugs] Sometimes I see something interesting about one of the guys. But yeah, it’s never about me and Chris, unless it’s Stays guessing what our relationship is like or talking about how Chris would be in a relationship – which I guess still doesn’t count as it being about us.

Chan: Do you read any of the spicy stuff? [he leans toward them and wiggles his eyebrows]

[_____ slowly turns their head to look at them, their face void of any expression. chan continues to wiggle his eyebrows and giggle.]

_____: I’m gonna shove you out of your seat, Christopher.

Interviewer: Which name do you call him by the most?

_____: Usually Chris or Chan, but he’s Christopher when he’s in trouble or I’m just being…sassy, I guess.

Chan: Which is always.

[it jump cuts to _____ still talking about chan’s names.]

_____: There’s just something funny about whipping out ‘Christopher’ sometimes that I can’t explain.

Chan: It’s literally just my name.

_____: Christopher is funny somehow. You just don’t get it.

[what’s an item of yours that the other steals the most?]

Chan: My card.

[_____ is already loudly laughing, and while chan looks annoyed, he can’t help but chuckle as well.]

_____: Look, I know what people think. I know if anyone could date Chris, they’d be, like, taking his hoodies and stuff – I’ve seen the fanfiction, okay. I know that the common theme in a relationship with good ole Christopher Bahng is to steal his hoodies. But if you think I’m gonna squeeze my ass into his children’s XL hoodies, you’re wrong. I’m actually smarter for taking his card.

Chan: [looking at _____ defensively] I’m not even that short! I’m a very average size for a man. And my clothes are not children’s clothes.

_____: [looking deadpan off somewhere between the cameras and chan] I’m the size of the blue ***** from Poppy Playtime. I’m not gonna go out of my way to steal your Polly Pocket clothes.

Chan: [laughs at what they said] My sweaters are too big for even me. You fit into them perfectly fine, and you do take them.

_____: [making a disgusted face] Don’t expose me like that.

[the video cuts to another shot of _____ a little later after them and chan are done bickering]

_____: I would also like to clarify before Stays get mad at me: I always ask before I use his card. Or he offers first. And let’s be real, he’s making better money than me anyway.

Chan: Nah, I’ve seen what Stays say. They’d agree with you for taking my card instead.

Interviewer: Chan, is there something of _____’s that you take often?

_____: My hoodies!

Chan: [giggling] What can I say? They’re comfy! Smell nice, too!

[which member of stray kids is _____ closest with?]

[chan looks tired, sighing deeply as he tilts his head back to look at the ceiling. _____ is giggling at his reaction. then _____ looks at the camera and smiles proudly.]

_____: Me and Seungmin are besties.

Chan: See, [fixes his head to look in _____’s direction but not directly at them] I can’t tell if you’re a bad influence on him or vice versa, because you both tease me all the time.

_____: Yeah, but we do other stuff. We made friendship bracelets!

Chan: And then pointed out how I didn’t have one and was too old for making them, and when I said you’re older than me, Seungmin told me it was past my bedtime.

_____: Yeah, you get grumpy when you’re not in bed by 5. [giggles]

[chan shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Interviewer: What’s your friendship with Seungmin like? Like, what makes you feel closer with him over the other guys?

_____: Um… I don’t know, we just kinda hang out more often. Like we just chill together a lot. Lately, we've been playing a lot of video games together since he has more free time. He's been trying to teach me how to be better at first person shooters.

Chan: In return, they’ve taught Seungmin how to mod The Sims, which has been so good for everyone.

[it’s very clear chan’s tone is sarcastic, but _____ is laughing wildly, their hand on his shoulder.]

_____: No, okay! So I taught Seungmin how to download, like, clothing mods and stuff just for cooler physical things. But then I was explaining how there’s basically a mod for everything–

Chan: He has a murderer mod and he keeps putting sims of us into a room together and seeing who dies last.

[chan seems unamused while _____ is still laughing about it.]

_____: I told him he should start streaming him playing The Sims like that. I think Stays would have fun.

Chan: [looking visibly tired and concerned] The fact that you were a Stay before I met you absolutely, like… [turns to look at _____] blows my mind.

[_____ just continues to keep laughing.]

[what’s something the other does that you don’t like?]

Chan: I wouldn’t necessarily say you do things I hate, or that, like…bother me a lot.

_____: Yeah, I would’ve told you if it was bothering me.

Interviewer: Something small, like a pet peeve.

_____: Oh, [they turn to Chan] like you not coming to bed at a normal ****in’ time to cuddle with me, you gremlin?

[chan’s only reply is to laugh guiltily.]

_____: And then you wake me up at 4am coming into bed and whining about how I went to bed without you as if I’m supposed to wait?

Chan: Well, then my thing is that you won’t wait for me to fall asleep with you.

_____: [rolls their eyes and looks back at the camera] You’re unbearable.

Chan: [leans his head on _____’s shoulder and grins up at them, batting his eyelashes] But you love me sooooo much.

_____: What’s actually something I do that you don’t like?

[chan hums while he thinks, keeping his head on their shoulder.]

Chan: You take up a lot of space when you sleep.

_____: I have long limbs, where do you want them to go?

Chan: [lifts his head back up] Off the other side of the bed instead of all over me!

_____: That’s your punishment for not cuddling me. I’m gonna crush you with my body.

Chan: [sighs happily] What a way to go out, though.

[what’s something you especially love about each other?]

_____: I don’t know if I should be talking, like, to you about him, or if I should be confessing to him.

Interviewer: Whatever makes you the most comfortable.

[_____ turns their body to face chan, but after a couple seconds of silence and them very clearly growing more flustered with chan looking into their eyes, they look back at the camera instead. chan laughs loudly.]

_____: He’s just so caring about everyone. He takes great care of his members and always makes sure they’re doing okay and they’re being treated well. He always takes good care of Stays. And, I mean…y’know, also me.

[chan coos loudly and leans into _____, who is growing more and more flustered by the second. they start shrinking down into their stool. it cuts to chan speaking next.]

Chan: I just love how they were always themselves. Like, _____ knew who I was the entire time but has always been so real about themselves, and their real self is just so wonderful and caring and kind. The only times they’ve ever changed was to improve themself as a person or to learn or to grow. It’s never been changing to what they think my partner should be because I’m an idol, or changing to make me like them, y’know? [he looks at them and they’re smiling back at him] _____ is just _____. I love just _____.

[they lean in, but suddenly, the video shows the logo before cutting back to the idol, sitting side-by-side on stools still.]

Chan: Well, this has been In Between: Bang Chan and _____. Thank you so much to Gamerwoo for having us today, and we hope we can return in the future to do other fun things together.

_____: We hope Stays and…whoever else may have been interested in our love life enjoyed our little interview today, and hopefully we can do more stuff like this together soon!

Bang Chan & _____: [waving at the camera] Bye!

[as the logo card appears on the screen again, chan and _____ can be heard still loudly saying goodbye over each other, as well as laughing and making weird noises. The screen goes black and the recommended videos come up.]

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Guilt and Grudges, 9: Karma

You like me edging you? Not giving you a new chapter in almost two days? I like it, and we're almost at the end as well! You can't blame me for wanting to keep the suspense and uncertainty up! Anyways, get ready, now shit is going down.

“Oh my god, guys” Emily exclaims, walking forward to check on us. 

“Thank God” Ashley adds, running and hugging me. I melt into it, body tense and anxious. I still think about the creature, the wendigo. It was horrifying. 

“What took you so long?” Sam asks, looking over at Chris. Just now, I notice that he doesn’t seem quite like himself. He’s shaken up, of course, but there’s something more than that. 

“It’s not so good up there right now” he answers, looking down. The man, the stranger. Where the hell is he? 

“Understatement of the night”

“Wait, the man…” I interrupt, unsure how to form the question. I only saw Chris out there, no one else. 

“Yeah, where’s the flamethrower guy?” Sam asks, one hand on my shoulder as we let Chris settle down. He’s still breathing heavily. The gun in my hand is empty, but I keep holding on to it out of stress. Where is that man? 

“Ah, yeah, he…” Chris stutters, seeming almost like he wants to cry. 

“He didn’t make it?” Ashley asks, and we all stare at him in shock. 

“Oh no!” Emily blurts out, hands to her head as she paces the room. 

“What happened?” 

“The thing, it… it tore him apart. Right in front of me”

“Oh god”

“Chris…”

I take a couple of steps towards him, pulling the gun down by the table first. He shies away from my touch a little, but I press on, just to be sure. As he let me rub his shoulder, silent tears start falling down his cheeks. Emily is spiraling, Ashley is shaking, and Sam is standing there in utter shock. Mike is the only one present at the moment, and he rips us all out of it with his next words. 

“Alright, are these all the doors?”

“Yeah”

“Are you sure?”

“What are you looking for?” Sam asks, and we all watch him running through the room. 

“Another way out” he paces, walking up to the security cameras Josh had lined up, and searching every single one of them. 

“Mike… I really don’t think that’s a good idea, we should stay put, right here, until dawn.”

“At least we’re safe down here” Ashley adds, supporting Sam’s argument. 

“Oh yeah? All wrapped up like a little present with a bow on top for that thing to tear us apart like it’s christmas morning?” I stand up, trying to support Sam in this. 

“People will come for us in the morning. Right, Em?” I ask her, just to get her approval as well. The worst idea ever seems to be going outside now. She looks at me, a bit dumbfounded, but gives a small nod. 

“Yeah, I mean… right?” 

“You don’t sound so sure” Mike states, his voice higher than before. 

“They said they would…” She tries, but her tone is loaded with uncertainty. 

“Well, you can wait, I’m leaving” 

“Mike, there’s no key for the cable car”

Mike turns, an idea popping into his head. He lifts his arm, pointing his finger at us. 

“Josh, he’s gotta have it”

At the mention of his name, I look down at Chris again. He’s completely out of it, shaking and crying. I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon. My hand is still on his shoulder, slowly moving back to his neck, rubbing the skin softly. He doesn’t seem physically hurt after the encounter, except for his ankle. 

“Josh?” Sam exclaims, almost unbelievably. I don’t think she’s ready to hear his name either, we all know she never meant to see him turn into this. Or be lost like he did. I don’t think she’s processed it yet, compared to Chris, who’s in the middle of a mental breakdown because of the events taking place. 

“One of his dirty little tricks” 

I want to give Mike a small scowl, but I brace myself, instead focusing on where he’s getting, and how the others are doing. We shouldn’t go anywhere. 

“Great, great”

“If that fucking thing go ahold of Josh, then we’re shit out of luck” Mike finally finishes, and I breathe out in relief, knowing that we only have one goal left. To stay. My relief is interrupted by Emily, and I immediately get a hard lump in my throat. 

“I don’t know, Mike. It’s possible…”

“What’s possible?” Sam asks, her tone harsh. She probably also thought this was the end of the discussion. 

“It may have taken him down to the mine”

“What?”

“I saw some horrible stuff down there. I think it’s where that thing lives, and… huh” She paces through the room, stopping at the workbench table. 

“Em?” I ask, unsure if she’s going to continue. We all watch as she studies stuff on the table, as if forgetting we’re here. Mike breaks the silence. 

“Fuck it. I’m going to get that key. Right from that thing’s goddamn bedroom. And then I’m gonna get us all the hell out of here” 

“You’re not fucking serious, Mike” I argue back, hand leaving Chris when I stand up straighter. 

“Well, we don’t exactly have much of a choice”

“Yes, we do! They said they’d be here at dawn, let’s wait it out. Going in there will only get you killed” 

“Again, we can’t just stay here. Sooner or later that monster will come for us, and I’m not waiting around for that to happen”

“Em, what is all this?” Sam suddenly says, causing Mike and me to shut up, turning our attention to the others. The girls are standing around the workbench, looking at a bunch of stuff. 

“It’s that old guy’s bag” We walk over to them, taking a look. Chris is still standing there, shaking in the corner. 

“Is that a map?” Mike points, pushing Sam a little away, so he can get closer. 

“That guy was prepared for anything” Sam whispers, letting him get past her. Mike gives a small snort at her statement. 

“Not quite” 

“What is this place?” Emily asks, and Ashley leans over her shoulder to take a look. 

“Oh my god” I whisper, trying to connect the dots. The sanatorium, the secret hotel, aka the lodge, and the mines are all interconnected. There are secret tunnels going from each of them. 

“Wait, wait, wait, what is that?” Sam asks, pointing at the Sanatorium. 

“I was down there. It was horrible” Mike suddenly whispers, and we turn to look at him. 

“You were?” 

“There had been a cave-in. In the fifties, I guess, and the miners got trapped down there” “What the fuck” 

“Some of them survived, but like, fifteen of them didn’t make it. There was this reporter, and I think he figured out there had been some big cover-up going on. I found these plans, they knew the mine was a death trap, but they let the miners keep working anyway. And, I’m not sure what it means, but I found this chair with dried blood all over the place, like… someone had been tortured.”

“What has been going on on this mountain? Do you think all these events are connected to the monsters? Is that the reason not all of them survived?” I ask, pondering. Sam only looks at me, unsure how to answer. None of us know, really. 

“Guys, I’d like to maybe focus on how we’re going to get the fuck out of here, please” Emily interrupts, and we nod. 

“I’m just saying, it’s weird how much crazy shit’s gone on up here”

“What’s weird is that there’s a tunnel leading from the lodge to the Sanatorium, see?” Emily points out, which I’d already seen. 

“That’s how I got back here”

Em nods, before moving her finger to the mines, down on the place labeled “Nest”. 

“I saw this when I was down there. That’s where it lives.” I get this bad feeling in my stomach again, as if something bad is about to happen. A weak smell of flesh and iron fills my nostrils, and I almost gag. What if Mike decides to go down there? What if we lose him as well? 

“Em… Em what is that?” Ashley whispers, fear evident in her tone. I turn to look at Emily, and immediately notice where the smell has come from. Her shoulder is basically ripped up, a big scratch-like wound, red and bloody. It probably smells like that because it’s starting to get infected. 

“Huh?”

“What is that?” Ashley repeats, taking a step back. 

“Ash…”

Everyone takes a step back from her, her hand going to her shoulder, almost as if to hide it. She looks scared, we all are. 

“Em. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no!” Ashley starts spiraling. 

“It’s nothing, it just bit me!” 

“Bit you? What bit you?” 

She falls silent, knowing that when she confirms our suspicions, we’ll all take some space. 

“The… ah, the wendigo” 

“The what?!” Mike blurts out, obviously starting to get agitated and stressed. Chris is still halfway sitting in the corner, but now, shaking even more. He’s turned his body around a bit, not wanting to see anything, as expecting something to attack him, or someone. 

“It’s nothing, really, it’s not a big deal” 

I walk up to her, studying the wound. It looks deep, and irritated. There’s white and green puss around it, likely from everything that has been around her since it happened. 

“It seems like you’re getting an infection. All this puss. It’s not normal to develop something like this so fast.” I comment, only realising how that sounds to the other’s when I’m finished. 

“Do you feel okay?” Sam asks, taking a step towards her. 

“Shit” Mike blurts out. 

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, really. It’s not that bad” She continues to defend herself. 

“Guys, it looks like a normal, a little infested wound” I say, staying on her side of this. 

“You just said that it was abnormal to show an infection so early!” Ashley yells at me, obviously not in her right mind. She’s a goner, she’s done. I can see how scared she is, terrified that we’ll all die. 

“Well, we’ve been in quite an abnormal situation, and then there’s stress, and maybe bites from that thing works differently, how would we know?”

“And how would we know that she won’t turn into one?” 

The words hit me like a stab in the chest, my breath getting caught in my throat. We don’t know. It’s as easy as that. She could, maybe. 

“Em, if that thing bit you” Mike starts, voice now stern. 

“I know what you’re thinking, and I’m fine!” 

“Are you?”

“Yes!”

“Emily, if the wendigo bit you, you could turn into one of those things”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous” Sam comments, interrupting him. 

“He said it was from eating each other, remember? He said that!” Ashley shrieks, taking another step back. She’s starting to lose it completely, hands shaking, eyes wild. If it weren’t for Emily’s bite, I would have thought she was the one undergoing a monstrous change. She’s so stressed her eyes are starting to water. It’s like she’s already mourning her friend, but we don’t know yet, right? 

“Wait, is that how it worked?” Sam asks her, shaking her head a bit. 

“He said it came from cannibalism, but…” I start, not knowing how to finish. How far does it have to go until someone turns? 

“Yes, exactly” Ash turns to Emily. “If it bit you, you’re going to turn into one, and then you’re gonna turn on us. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” 

“Ashley, you need to calm down!” I urge, head conflicted. I look over to Mike, who seems cool, though he’s staring into the floor. He slowly lifts his head, him and Emily getting eye contact. 

“You can’t be down here with us” 

“What?!”

“Mike!”

“You’ve gotta go…”

“Mike, let’s think about this” I try, but the truth is, I’m every bit as terrified as them. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Emily shouts, one hand still to her wound. It must hurt terribly. 

“You’re putting us all in danger” 

“Like hell I am!”

“Emily, you can’t stay here!” 

“Mike, just cool your head a bit, okay? We don’t know if it works like that” Sam says, trying to deescalate the situation. 

“Yeah, maybe it’s just a bite” I add, doing my best to help her. Mike shifts his attention to me, giving me a dark and stern look. 

“Oh, yeah? Did that really look like a normal wound, huh? Didn’t you find it odd how bad it became after such a short time?”

“Well, none of us have ever seen damage from such a creature, maybe that’s just how it is!” I try, but I sound faltering, uncertain. As if I don’t believe a word I’m saying. 

“I’ve seen what these fuckers can do…” Chris suddenly says, voice low. It seems everyone forgot he was still here, having been quiet in the corner, shaking and crying. We turn, seeing him sitting up a bit straighter, though he still looks tired and exhausted. His eyes are filled with fear, but at the same time, it seems that if something happened right now, he’d just let it happen, without fighting. 

“I don’t want to see it again”

“Chris…” I whisper, not sure what to say. 

“What is this, guys? What are you doing?” Emily speaks, voice shaking as she carefully leans away from us, holding her arms around herself. 

“The door’s right there” Mike comments, with no sense of feeling. “I’m letting you do this voluntarily” 

“Oh no, you’re just making yourself feel better about sending me to my death since you know there’s a wendigo out there ready to rip me to pieces like it did with-”

“Okay, oh my god! Will you just go?” Ashley snaps, pointing to the door, Mike standing up straight beside her. I don’t say anything, just watching as she loses her shit. Ash is probably scared we’re all going to die, and knowing that one thing that might cause it is Emily, who refuses to leave, makes the situation even more stressful. I can’t imagine how Em must be feeling now as well, all her friends, her ex, turning on her like this. I know it’s morally wrong, but morals are a privilege which we don’t have right now. 

“Just go, please!” 

Mike turns, walking over to the table. Just before I can process what he’s doing, he picks up the gun, holding it shakingly with both hands, pointed directly at Emily. 

“Woah!”

“Okay… wait…” 

“Woah, woah, woah, Mike!” Sam tries, hastily walking towards him, trying to snap him out of it. I’ve already taken a few steps back, and so has Ashley. None of us expected something like this to happen. I turn to Chris, who’s looking down, and still shaking. None of us wants this, it’s too far. 

“Michael” I try, but neither of us can snap him out of it. Ashley doesn’t say anything, she just slowly steps away, into another corner, frightened out of her mind. 

“Please, calm down, Mike” Sam tries again, one hand stretching to touch him. He shoves her away, still pointing the gun. 

“You’re going to shoot me?” I hear Emily whimper, on the verge of tears. She’s also taken some steps back, slowly getting back to the workbench. Hands gripping the edge of the table. 

“Mike? Me?” 

“This is the safe-room, Em!” 

“Please…”

“And it’s not safe as long as you’re in it, not for us” 

“N-no” 

Sam turns away from Emily, as if giving up, not arguing with Mike anymore. I look around, and the only one who looks directly at her is the guy pointing a gun to her head. 

“You’re being rash, Mike!” I blurt out, trying to knock some sense into him. He’s not going to kill her, he can’t. 

“Don- Don’t do this…” she cries, slowly moving up on the bench, knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around herself. 

“I’m really sorry” He whispers, and I look away. Then, I hear it. Mike’s loud groan makes everyone turn their eyes on him, seeing him lower the gun, obviously frustrated with himself. 

“Fuck! I can’t do this” He moves away, turning and pacing a little, everyone’s breath caught in our throats. 

“Oh my god…” Emily whispers to herself. 

“You did the right thing” Sam says, and I want to say the same, but I can’t. The words are stuck in my chest, slowly eating me up. The truth is, we don’t know if we’re safe. 

“I hope you did” Ashley spits out, too frightened to mind her tone. She’s keeping her distance, hands trembling, though she’s doing her best to hide it. 

“Maybe… for now” Mike says, taking a look at everyone. Emily is still breathing heavily, refusing to look at him. 

“Shit, fuck, fuck” He mutters, still not sure about the decision. He turns to me and Sam, holding up his finger. 

“Keep an eye on her, and if you see anything weird, you know what to do” He turns to Ashley, and she gives him a small nod. That reaction alone leaves him satisfied, not even looking for acknowledgement from us two, who have the coolest heads in the room at the moment. 

“No one leaves, okay? It’s not safe out there”

“So you’re suddenly going down there now?” I ask, trying to keep my voice firm. There’s no use trying. We should wait for help. 

“I’m not going to sit here and wait” 

“You want to play the hero, Mike? This is a fucked up situation. Even if we get the key to the cable car, we can’t even get there without being ripped to pieces” 

“We’ll figure something out. I’ll be back soon” he says, ending the conversation and walking away. He leaves the gun on the table, and we all stare at it as his footsteps fade away. 

“Mike!” I try calling after him, but he’s already gotten far, and there’s no way I’m following. I sigh, turning and sitting down beside Chris, trying to calm my pulse. Too much has happened. Mike almost killed Emily, and now he was going to kill himself instead. I look over at her, and she’s still trying to catch her breath. Sam takes a couple of steps towards her, but she holds out her hand, not wanting to be consoled. I get it, and Sam does too. All her friends turned on her. I feel horrible, and I would feel even worse if it weren’t for the fear that something might happen to her and she’ll kill us all. 

“You okay?” Sam asks her, but she just looks down, not answering. I feel a big hand on my thigh, squeezing slightly, giving me a little comfort. I put my own hand over Chris’s, using my fingers to stroke over his. He’s calmer, and the stress of the situation slowly oozes out of us, though it’s still trapped in the room. 

A couple of minutes goes by, and nobody says anything. If it weren’t for the fact that I can still hear Emily’s small sobs every now and then, I would’ve thought she was asleep. Ashley carefully stands up, as if it’s a calculated move, and she’s afraid something will jump her. Slowly, she moves towards Emily and the table. Emily doesn’t notice her, but she’s not there for long anyway. She stretches her arm, grabbing a book laying on the edge of the table. One of the things laying in the strange man’s bag. She walks back to her corner, sitting down and starting to read. My interest is peaked, but I keep myself seated beside Chris. His breathing is heavier. He can finally relax a bit. 

“I thought he was gonna help us” Emily suddenly says, having composed herself, quickly drying the remaining tears. 

“Who, the flamethrower dude?” Sam asks, shifting her gaze towards her. 

“Now we don’t have a chance”

“No, it just means we’ve got to be tough” 

“Sam, Mike is going to die down there, and we don’t even know if we’re going to be saved in the morning” I comment, the negative attitude leaving me abruptly. 

“Come on, he’ll be fine. The wendigo is outside now, right, so he’ll get the key and-”

“And then what?” Emily says, a bit of spite in her tone. “As if we’re getting to the cable car at all”

“We can do this, and we’ll do it on our own” Sam says, trying to encourage us. 

“I don’t know if I can” Emily whispers, shaking her head and hiding it on her knees, her arms folded around herself. She seems good. Or, as good as one can be after almost being shot.

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[sturniololuv3r]

“Background Appearance”

The internet was still recovering from the hard launch when the background appearances started.

It wasn’t intentional… at first.

The Sturniolo triplets were filming a casual vlog in their kitchen—ranking chips or some nonsense—when, mid-sentence, Nathan walked through the background in sweats, holding two mugs. He handed one to someone just off-camera.

“really? ” Matt said, rolling his eyes.

Nathan didn’t even break stride. “yes really..”

The comments exploded.

> “That was Y/N. I know her hair from anywhere.”

“Don’t think we didn’t notice Nathan making her coffee like a HUSBAND.”

“Can we please get a Y/N cam at this point??”

Next vlog? Same chaos.

The boys were filming in the living room. Nathan wasn’t even supposed to be there. But halfway through, a hoodie-wrapped blur darted by in the background.

Chris paused, glaring off-screen. “Y/N. I swear if you’re stealing my snacks again—”

From somewhere off-camera:

> “Blame nathan, he opened the bag!”

Nathan popped into frame a second later, looking zero percent sorry.

The fans lived for it.

Tumblr started tagging every appearance: “#Y/N Sighting #NayNWatch”

People made TikTok compilations of her laughing in the background, or Nathan instinctively reaching out to fix her hair as she walked past.

But the peak moment?

They were live-streaming. Just a chill Q&A with fans.

And halfway through, Nathan was caught fully zoned out, smiling like a dork at someone off-screen. Matt noticed and turned the camera slightly.

There was Y/N, sitting on the chair in the corner, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, mouthing, “Stop staring at me like that.”

Nathan didn’t even blink. “Can’t help it.”

The chat exploded.

> “He’s gone. That man is GONE.”

“She’s in her cozy era and he’s in his whipped era.”

“Get you a Nathan Doe, fr.”

The triplets had lost all control of their fans.

And honestly? They were kinda fine with it.

Because even if Y/N and Nathan never tried to make it a show, what they had still managed to steal every scene—even from three internet-famous brothers.

(Might spam like 3 posts!!)

@riggysworld

[spindle-girl]

Glare 3.5

more walking, talking, and flying

“Hey Flays-Alive-Man, for this job, we’re going to need you and your ten superpowered friends to catch a train and spend three and a half hours traveling to the middle of nowhere, and then you have to find our target,” Chris said. “God,” Rain said.  “Don’t fire up my imagination with names like that.”

i for one can't wait to meet flays-alive-man and him turn out to be a hero who saves Rain's life

“Whatever you do,” Kenzie said, reaching out to touch Rain’s forearm.  “Do not put the battery pack in backward, when you re-insert it.” Rain looked down at the camera he held with a little bit of trepidation. “Why?” I asked. “Because then it won’t work,” Kenzie said.

she won't lie but she will joke

“Julien Martin, giving me a ride earlier.  Kenzie sent me a text letting me know he was on his way to pick me up.  I would have said no if she’d asked beforehand.  He turned up, let me into the car, then the entire way here, didn’t say a single word.  I didn’t say a thing either.”

what is with Kenzie's dad? i thought she had good parents and things just became uncomfortable with her misunderstandings stuff

“No.  Hell no.  Then I’d feel obligated to make conversation and shit,” Chris said.  “It’s a sunny day, there’s a breeze, the weather is perfect.  I’m going to sit outside and wait and then I’ll make my way back to the institution.”

Chris is creeping up in my favorite list. i get feeling that obligation. i may or may not end up regretting this comradery as i read more of this book

She tipped back her water bottle, finishing it off, and without even lowering the bottle from her mouth, used her power.  Shorter than her prior uses, abrupt.  It made its usual cacophony of noise, my ears ringing faintly in its wake, and it pushed her hair up and back, so it took  a second to fall back into place.

Ashley Stillons says don't pollute or you'll get the inter-dimensional boot

“I’m cursed with an impulse to help people,” I said. “It’s an epidemic,” she said.

okay, so Chris and Rachel before, now Ashley and Alec. if Victoria's the Taylor, does that make Sveta the Lisa of the group?

His story about how they met and where she came from… I wasn’t sure.  It didn’t feel like I knew the whole of it.

Victoria wants Tattletale's power sooooo bad

She opened the door wider.  My dad was in the hallway, wearing a sleeveless top with a hood, in a very light fabric, and yoga pants of similar light weight.  A gym bag sat on the floor by his feet.

uhg

“It’s not that clear cut.  Your mother is a clever woman, to the point she can outsmart herself.  She has good instincts when it comes to getting people on her side, too.  I’ve been missing home, the past few years, and seeing the woman I still love being warm for the first time in…”

fuuuuck this guy. throwing some of the blame on Carol for his dumbass choices

“That gets more complicated, and it’s less about the places to watch and more about the names to keep an ear out for,” my dad said.  “Marquis, Goddess, Lord of Loss, Mama Mathers, the Crowley brothers, Deader and Goner, Barrow.”

oh, so you can hear Mama Mathers name without context? slightly less broken than i thought

“I wasn’t aware we even had a legal system yet.” “We don’t, but it’s coming soon.”

oh Ward...

I thought of the team when it had been operating together, playing off one another, being good at what they did.  I thought of Tattletale and her version of my hometown and how much I really wanted her and people like her to lose every reason they had to be smug and confident.

she's doing so much of this because of spite it's hilarious. it's not the only reason, but it's there

End thoughts:

Victoria was trying to convince herself she was doing the right thing by following Rain, but it was flimsy enough there's not much to comment on. she's knows she's letting her paranoia get the better of her, we'll see if that leads to anything. i can't see Rain being in the position to push back against it, which might make it better drama, if he even noticed

[beardedmrbean]

Actually the go fuck yourself comment was more about the white woman calling a black kid the n word with the r being okay because black comedians call white people all types of names according to you.

like that actually pissed me off to be honest since one that was a five-year-old and two people are donating to that woman like everybody should call blacks the n word and should be discriminated against. bike that kind of behavior is why people just think America is a racist country that also seem to defend worst people and think certain people are innocent like what these people are saying.

https://x.com/acnewsitics/status/1918441236182254025?t=TPr7Y_HI-L9iqf70tokvpA&s=19

https://x.com/RyanShead/status/1918468311211544904?t=2mEOo4oBw_b0nEkmHne4Cg&s=19

if there's a very gross misunderstanding I think you need to clear it up because honestly I don't really blame people for thinking why America as the country is going to shit if we are saying black kids and people in general should deal with it because it's a "joke" or LGBT should be mocked because all of them are pedos and believing in out of context clips that Chris Sabat had a casting couch, which recently I'm starting to think he doesn't.

I don't think I ever said anything of that sort, oddly enough someone sent me a article about that in my DM's.

A Minnesota woman caught on a viral video calling an autistic child the N-word is painting herself as the victim — and has raked in more than $500,000 in an online fundraiser after declaring her personal information had been leaked because of the incident.

Shiloh Hendrix identified herself as the mother caught on camera this week hurling the vile slur at a 5-year-old boy she allegedly caught rifling through her bag at a playground in Rochester, about 90 minutes south of Minneapolis.

Hendrix can then be seen in the clip turning her ire, and profanity, on the black man who confronted her and filmed the incident.

When Sharmake Omar asked Hendrix if she flung the vile slur at the child, she told him, “Yeah,” the clip showed.

“He took my son’s stuff,” she declared.

Omar, 30, pressed the blonde woman, who was carrying a child on her hip, and asked if “digging” through her belongings would justify using a racial slur against a child.

“If that’s what he’s going to act like,” she said before repeating the slur several times at Omar while he recorded.

Thousands of people online condemned Hendrix for using the hateful language, especially against a child. ____________________________________

You're reaching when it comes to me on that one, I hate that word, I wish nobody would use it at all and I don't think she was in the right to say that or anything like it.

This is not to be praised or encouraged at all, and I'm not sure how you could have come to the conclusion that I think it is.

I also don't think language should be restricted, so if one group can say a word anyone should be able to, but again I don't think anyone should use that word at all, there's a few that I will not utter and wish were removed from the language lexicon, they're vile.

Decided to peek and see if I could find what you were talking about.

please direct me to the section where I said it was ok to do, because I'm not seeing it in there at all.

You asked a question with a very vague premise and even less information about what the specific situation you were mad about was, and I pointed out a industry that makes money off of doing that

Short short version of my answer is

'go ask the people that are doing it'

Maybe give me some context next time you want to know something instead of assuming I'd heard about this at all, because the DM about it was the first time to my knowledge I'd heard about this particular incident.

I go through a lot of news over the week, but I can only see the tip of the iceberg for what all is going on out there so you'll have to forgive me if I can't read your mind in a super vague anonymous message.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Okay, so I’m not even an Evanstan person, but I went to SDCC this week and just flew out of San Diego. When the plane was moving out to the runway, I noticed an area with smaller planes, which mostly seemed like private jets (presumably at least some for the celebrities/wealthy people visiting the convention).

And I couldn’t stop thinking about Chris or Seb inviting the other on a flight back to LA, using the excuse that they don’t want to be alone and it’s easier, but they make sure that the pilot is the only one aboard and join the mile high club. 👀

Specifically about Chris getting on his knees for his boy, reminding him that they only have 15-20 minutes and he’s got to stay quiet. It just felt right up your alley, so if this prompt inspires anything, I’d love to hear it!!

related to Seb at SDCC, and them together at the Hollywood Walk of Fame

also, you'll probably enjoy this little fic

Lmao, I love that the evanstan reunion has so much power that it's roped you in, too. Also, aw, you're so lucky! I hope SDCC was good (even though it's been a long time since then by now 😅)!

But, oof, yeah, I can always think about Chris on his knees for Sebastian--a mile high in the air or otherwise 😮‍💨

Sebastian flew in late, late on the 24th in preparation for the Hollywood Walk of Fame ceremony for Kevin, so Chris didn't have the time to see him until the day of the ceremony, the 25th, and just those few hours of knowing his man was in the close vicinity to his LA home was--not to be dramatic, but--torturous.

And then seeing him for the first time in months among cameras and crowds, with the least amount of privacy possible-? That, too, was torturous. It was all he could do to reel himself in against leaning in for a much too long hug and I-missed-you-like-a-drowning-man-misses-air kiss. Considering how he felt internally? His clapping and dorky grin was "all too obvious," according to both Sebastian's (in-person) and Anthony's (over text after the videos circulated and broke Twitter) teasing? That was chill. As chill as he could've been. Calm. Collected even.

Still, no matter the few days to themselves between their Hollywood Walk of Fame obligation and Sebastian's needed appearance at Comic Con on the 27th for Marvel, Chris has not had enough time to acclimate to his boyfriend being close enough to touch. Life size and physical, not seen through a screen.

So, can he be blamed for watching how Seb bounces his leg on their private plane, always at least a little nervous about flying, and thinking nothing but terrible, inappropriate things about how to calm him down? All of his ideas are physical and incredibly touchy.

Chris doesn't think he can be blamed. And he's not going to ask for a second opinion, at least, not until after Sebastian's brain has put itself back in working, non-melted order once he's gotten scrambled. It doesn't matter that they're flying back to Chris' LA home for more private, alone time. Nah. That's not important. What is important is that Seb is right here, and he's practically vibrating with nervous energy, and Chris is just a man.

A man who's missed his man badly.

Plan formed and mind made up, wicked, Chris oh-so casually fishes his phone from his pocket, unlocks it, and navigates to the clock app and setting it for 20 minutes. They've barely been up in the air, so that should be just about right. The pilot already told them how long the flight should be, so he's not playing with fire... not fire that's too hot, at least.

Then, phone in hand, timer ready to go, Chris leans back to give himself plenty of space to unclick his seat belt with deft fingers and slide down onto his knees. Easy as that. With how in his head Seb can get around flights and his anxieties with them, Chris is even surprised he notices him getting up to trouble.

Seb does notice, though, looking down at him with wide eyes, "what're you--what are you doing?" He asks, his voice quieter than strictly necessary. It's just them back here, no flight staff, just them and the pilot. The perk of private planes.

"What does it look like 'm doing?" Chris snarks back playfully, walking slowly forward on his knees. Closer, closer, and finally fucking close enough to place his hands heavily on Seb's knees. He doesn't let his hands stay there, though, stationary. He pushes his legs apart, hands heavy and pressing, giving him no room to think. As soon as he got his hands on Seb, he stopped jiggling his leg. Both of his feet are firmly on the ground now. Perfect. This is the distraction he needs, the stale, chilled air around them just beginning to fill with tension.

"Here?" Seb squawks, vaguely indignant, his eyes searching their space and finding no one else.

Just them.

"Mmm-hmm," Chris drawls, grinning mischieviously as he lets his hands wander up his thighs, daring to go far enough to undo Seb's seat belt for him. Seb inhales sharply, in reaction to being seemingly less safe or because Chris' hands drag across his dick, he'll never know exactly, maybe both. But, because he's a gentleman, Chris unbuttons his pants while he's at it.

That leaves just the thin layer of his underwear between Chris' mouth and his beginning-to-wake cock. Instinctively, Chris' mouth waters. He can't be this close to that cock without getting the desperate urge to suck it and swallow it down his throat. Just thinking about it, God, he's getting hard himself. Seb heavy on his tongue... the smell of his arousal, heady and dark... the way he tastes when he leaks... how he feels when he twitches... the way he looks when he's about to cum and is trying to hold back desperately, squirming, making these pleading, aborted little whines that say he just can't fucking take it, it feels so good, with his face screwing up and pinching, so much pleasure that it almost reads as pain...

Focus, Chris, he tells himself. They're on a time limit here. He hasn't got the luxury of waxing poetic about his favorite dick.

"Don't worry, darlin'," Chris pets his hands up and down Sebastian's thighs, heating him up with the friction and watching, enraptured, as Seb's eyes get steadily darker, those pupils widening deliciously. "You don't gotta do a thing, 'kay?" Sebastian blinks at him, already going a little dumb. Cute. "Just sit there and look pretty while I make you feel good."

Seb swallows audibly, lost but so willing to take every word Chris says as gospel.

"Yeah?" Chris asks for affirmation as he pinches the inside of his thigh through his pants, teasing him.

Sebastian's eyes are still wide as if they haven't done worse in less private places. But, predictably, the comment about being pretty brings those eyelids down, just a touch heavier. His breath turns funny. Chris already knows what he's going to say, but he wants to hear it anyway. For fun.

"Okay," Seb breathes, nodding unsteadily.

"Yeah," Chris hears himself coo, encouraging him and letting his own hands travel to his slim hips, gripping his body like he's about to plunge into him and fuck him good, leaving ten fingerprint bruises in his body to remember him later. An ache in his hips like the ache between his cheeks from being pried open nice and wide and fucked good. The memory of all the marks he's left, all the times he's taken pleasure from his body, all the too-good fuck sessions they've had--they just make Chris' hunger for his cock worse. He's got to do something with his mouth. So, he talks a little more:

"That's it, pretty thing, just keep those hands right there--" digging into the armrests, not moving, just holding on. Chris really doesn't want him to do anything but what he said, sit there and take it. Be pretty. Really, that's all he knows how to do, be pretty. But, right before he ducks down to nuzzle at his dick, playing as if he's just suddenly, organically remembered, Chris instructs, "oh, and, don't forget: shhh," he blows hot air across Seb's lap, knowing the sensation will be such a tease, humid and feverish through his thin boxer briefs that barely cover his modesty.

Accordingly, Sebastian shivers.

Perfect.

"We wouldn't want to give the pilot any reason to come back here or ask what's going on back here before we land, hm?" Chris asks, maybe more cocky than he should be, but...

Seeing how Sebastian flushes red hot and goosebumps appear on his arms, hands firmly digging into his armrests, maybe not. He's just cocky enough. "N-no," Seb's voice cracks. Sweet.

Chris pinches his hip, just a tease of the sprinkling of the pain that Sebastian responds so well to--such a gorgeous thing that likes to hear he's pretty and likes to feel sensation. He likes good, he likes bad, he likes sweet, loving pleasure, he likes pain. He's such a good fucking boy for it all. Chris' favorite. His only. "A show as pretty as you can't be given out for free, now can it?"

Seb bites back a whimper.

"That's the spirit." Chris hums with twisted, perverse glee. And thus, unceremoniously, with one hand, he pulls Seb's thickening cock out from his underwear and using the other, he thumbs his phone, starting the timer he set.

"Wh-what?" Seb mumbles, his voice small and utterly confused. Mostly, he's distracted by the sudden threat of having his dick sucked--Chris jerking him off slowly, his mouth looming.

"Hmm?" Chris discards his counting down phone on the empty seat next to Sebastian, projecting thoughtlessness and ease as if this is nothing interesting. He's always on his knees for Sebastian in a private plane. Why would today be any different? Why is Seb acting so strange? This is just what they do. Of course.

"What?" Seb's eyes have strayed from him and, ineast, are glued to the timer.

Time... already... slipping... away...

"You heard the pilot, honey," Chris licks his lips, enjoying how Seb's cock is plumping up in his hand. He's getting harder and harder, swelling bigger and bigger as if on command, controlled by Chris. Christ. Isn't that a thought? A boy on command. Always ready to go whenever Chris calls. Fuck. "This flight isn't that long, and I'm not gonna let anyone have eyes on my boy. Someone has to be responsible."

"Oh." Seb's little, shocked sound is so fucking sweet. It drives Chris insane.

"Yeah," Chris replies, talking as if Seb is making any good points and not reduced to a sweetly tiny, simple vocabulary. "So. Do you wanna keep talking and making noise or..." he trails off, ripping his eyes away from Sebastian's and down toward his more than half-hard cock, responding to the treatment he's giving him.

Sebastian snaps his mouth shut so quickly it's audible, trailing Chris and dragging his eyes down too to stare at his own swelling cock. He's not wet yet, but he's gonna be--pre-cum and saliva.

Fuck yeah.

"That's what I thought," Chris chuckles low in his throat. "That's a good choice for a good boy," his soft laughter melts into a purr.

Then, going in for the kill--his murder weapon nothing more than his mouth--Chris brings Sebastian's just more than half-hard dick right into his mouth. Engulfing him.

He doesn't give Seb anymore warm up than the once over with his hand, jerking him a little. Nah, he wants to rip this orgasm out of Seb so he doesn't know what hit him, leaving him all achy and dizzy. Sweet and docile. Chris can wait until they get home if it means his pretty boy hanging off his arm, floating in a daze through the airport and into their waiting car before throwing him through their front door to have his way with him in their own fucking bed.

He's gonna spread Sebastian out and lose himself in his body. He's gonna feel so good, utterly limp, except where he's clenching tight around his dick.

Yeahhh.

Extra eager, the rest of his plan taking shape in his head, Chris takes his dick all the way down to the base just to feel his cock twitch and jerk and swell in his mouth and the top of the throat. Coming alive.

Pulsing.

Growing.

There's nothing that compares to the sensation of feeling his boyfriend take pleasure from his body--being a hot, warm hole for him. Chris shivers, feeling pressed in on by Sebastian's knees, warm and squeezing at his shoulders. He's totally hard now.

Solid.

Hot.

It feels so fucking good to swallow around him and run his tongue over the big shape of him. His veins throbbing. His foreskin drawn back. His head silky and smooth. His shaft just hard as shit.

God.

As Chris works, tonguing and sucking and swallowing around him, Seb is having an increasingly hard time keeping himself quiet. Good.

It's worse when Chris swallows roughly, again, and then hums around him. Feeling him struggle and hearing him struggle is a little too fucking intoxicating. Chris might as well be drunk on it. His taste. His strain. Him.

Him.

Chris doubles down, grabbing at his hips and shoving himself down on his cock until he sputters. But, he holds himself down anyway. He wants to choke on it. He likes the way it feels in his throat--toe-curlingly hot and stretching.

Meanwhile, Seb's doing everything he can to stay silent, not wanting to be caught red-handed, rather, red-dicked maybe. Ha. He's struggling. Shaking, gripping his armrests tighter, tighter, and tighter, his knuckles going white, spreading his legs wide, trying to jerk up into Chris' mouth, but--

"Mm-mn," Chris makes a sound of disapproval, flicking his eyes up. He wants him to take it. Take exactly what he gives him. No more. No less. This orgasm is his. He's gonna fucking rip it out of Seb. He'll make him feel so damn good.

Sebastian whines faintly, trying not to. He's just so helpless.

Still, Chris scratches his nails down his pants-covered thighs, saving him from the worst of the bite--another heated threat. This time, Sebastian catches his lip between his teeth, but his hips aren't so easily controlled. Bucking up and shoving himself hotly down his throat. The friction is slick and good and thick. But, it's about the rules. The game. He wants Seb to play along.

He'll make him play along.

So, Chris pulls off, lapping at the tip of his cock, jerking him slowly not because he needs to like before, when Seb was dry, now he's soaked with spit. He's slowed down because he wants to. "Careful, baby, I might just put your belt back on you."

Seb makes a helpless little sound, choked up.

"Oh, you want that?" He plays dumb, as if he isn't intimately familiar with Sebastian's fetishization of bondage. Yeah, he's fucking hot for it. Always has been. Airplane seatbelts. Necktie. Scarfs. Anything else silly and improvised, or, serious and not improvised... like, heavy, padded leather cuffs.

"You want me to tie you down with seat belts across these fucking uncomfortable-ass chairs?" Chris chuckles, the vibrations enough to make Seb weak, even if his mouth isn't totally around his cock now, just lapping his head and sloppily kissing his shaft. "Should I get a plane with a private suite next time? Spread you out on the bed and have my way with you then? Bring some rope along in my carry on? Make you helpless and take it no matter what?"

"Ch-Chris!" A quiet whine of his name bursts from Seb's chest.

"Nu-uh," Chris shakes his head. "You gonna be still and silent so no one knows? Or do I gotta stop, Sebby?"

Sebastian quivers like a leaf in a wind storm. Head to toe. But he doesn't make a sound. So, that's answer enough, isn't it?

Chris gets back to work, sucking his fucking cock. He's not looking at the timer but Sebastian is. Chris can't decide, now, what he wants more. Does he want Seb to cum now and be all sweet and docile all the way home, pawing at him, begging to stop in the nearest bathroom and return the favor, his oral fixation acting up, bad, wanting to be sweet? Or, does he want Seb to not cum in the time and be disrupted so he's hissy and bristling like a feral kitten, dragging Chris through the airport all the way back to their bedroom, his claws sinking into his forearm, showing how fucking wound up he is? Oh, the options...

Around his dick, Chris grins, his mouth and throat full. He's sure he looks sloppy (and probably stupid, lips stretched so much) but he feels fucking salacious.

God, he wants to pull Seb forward by the hips so he can tap a few spit slick fingers against his tight little hole, but he doesn't. He doesn't want him to move. He's fucking serious about being a cute, pretty thing for him to swallow down, not moving and not making a peep. Also, he wants to reach down into his underwear to fondle his balls, but they both would have to move for that, too. So he doesn't. Instead, he just fucking sucks. Hallowing his cheeks. Humming. Swallowing. Pushing his tongue against Seb's pelvis and getting him deep. He wants Seb to just fucking lose it.

And he wants it to happen quietly, without him making a sound, no choice in the matter, he just feels too fucking good.

If only he knew how long was left on the timer...

Well, that's something for Sebastian to do, now isn't it? Chris will just leisurely fucking suck that dick, going hard because he wants to, enjoying himself, enjoying his boy's cock, and if Seb happens to cum? He happens to cum. If he doesn't? He won't. Anticipation is all for Sebastian. Let it wind him tighter. Who knows, maybe he'll break.

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Midnight Rain Ch. 2

(I am so sorry for the long delay, I've been going through so much shit in RL & my writing has taken a backseat to everything, but im working on it and hopefully NaNoWriMo kicks me back into doing what I love!! Enjoy Chapter 2 of Midnight Rain :P )

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 1 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

“Did you have to be such a bitch about it?!” Sebastian yelled as he rushed after Brooke who turned and slapped him. “You don't have the room nor the worth to stand there and call anyone a bitch when you didn't even have the balls to fucking tell him about what happened!!” Brooke and Sebastian continued to yell at each other, Chris sat in the living room for a moment listening to them fight. He got up, walking up the stairs and moved past them down the hallway as they fought before stopping at your door. 

You were lying in bed, facing the window when you heard the door open; You glanced over your shoulder to see Chris standing there. You shot up as you heard Brooke yell, “What are you doing?!” Chris shut the door behind him and locked it. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, looking down at the ground he didn’t dare bring a hand to touch you, or even face you. The silence felt like a weighted blanket draped over the two of you, holding you down in the shadows of a deadly secret. 

“I was….saving our wedding photo….that’s how they caught me in our bedroom….when you left, I moved the only one I had from my office to our bedroom. I didn’t care if everything else got destroyed. I could buy new stuff all day long…but not that photo…” he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph of the two of you. He stared at it, the edges were burnt, and he smiled softly. “I love this photo…” he whispered. You were staring up at him, a doe eyed look, evident on your features. Chris was smirking at the camera, but he didn’t care how he looked, he only cared about how you looked in the photo. You were holding onto his arm, staring up at him. He fell in love with it the moment his mother had sent it from the photographers. 

“I always liked that photo….” you whispered softly as he turned his head toward you, however his eyes remained on the floor. “You could have called me…” he said as you looked at him. “I was in a sedated state for two weeks in the hospital...they didn’t know if I would make it…Brooke informed them we were separated, that's why they didn’t call you.” you said. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said looking at you, finally meeting your eyes. 

You looked at him, your eyes glistening with tears, “but I couldn’t protect our little girl…” you sniffled as he moved, engulfing you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. “But you protected yourself…now we can go after the son of a bitch who did this to our baby.”  Chris whispered, rocking you gently as he rubbed your back, letting you sob into his chest. You clung to him for dear life, feeling nothing but warmth and safety in his arms. “You don’t blame me?” you whispered looking up at him, as he looked down at you, “No baby…you did nothing wrong, this wasn’t your fault at all.” he whispered kissing your forehead. 

You and Chris stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a while, until you’d both dozed off, Brooke and Sebastian had talked to Anthony, sharing what knowledge they all had about that night, which they’d learned what happened to you, and what happened to Chris seemed to happen on the same night. Anthony shared with them how Chris’s physical therapy was going and how he had been trying to figure out who came after him but they were coming up on a dead end. 

“I mean…it had to be the Irish right? Who else is at war with Chris that they would try to kill Y/N, and his child?” Brooke asked as she poured each of them a drink. “It's just…..the Irish extended an olive branch to Chris months ago…..well before this happened. Which was weird in the first place.” Anthony said sipping the bourbon Brooke had poured. 

Brooke glanced at Seb as she downed the contents of her own glass, causing both men to look at her. “Well that’s great I think but it still leaves the question of who is responsible for this?” She asked as Anthony shook his head; “I don't know…but we need to find out.” 

When you woke up, Chris was snoring softly next to you. You hadn’t slept as well as you did that night, since you’d left Chris months ago. You watched him sleep for a little bit before rolling over and staring at the ceiling. You wondered what life would have been like, a little girl with him, would he have spoiled her? Would he’ve gotten up and done the late night feedings and changings? Would he have spent more time at home with you and her instead of out at the clubs? Yes. he would have been the most perfect father to the children you could of had together. A voice called in the back of your mind. You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, wishing you could go back, beg Brooke to not leave that night. 

“You look so beautiful in the mornings.” Chris whispered softly; you opened your eyes, seeing him watching you, as he smiled softly. You felt your lips pull back just a little, smiling for the first time in months. You both laid there, arms and legs tangled together, you both laid in silence for a while before a soft knock on the door alerted you both that you weren’t alone. “Y/N…I’m going to run to the store…Anthony is here for Chris so I’ll make sure Sebastian stays behind in case you need anything.” 

“Why don’t I come to the story with you today?” you asked as you got up, Brooke was silent for a moment, “Are you sure? You haven’t left the house since you got home from the hospital.” Brooke pointed out. You walked over, opening the door so she could come in and nodded at her. “Yeah, I feel like I should go with you.” you said, giving her a shrug. “Gotta face the world sometime right?”

Chris sat up, “If you’re not up for it Y/N, don’t push yourself.” But you looked back at him and gave him a small tight smile, “It’ll be good for me, don't worry,” you changed into a pair of jeans, pairing it with a black shirt and tan sweater. You grabbed your purse and walked downstairs with Chris after he’d gotten dressed as well, smiling a little at Bucky and Brooke before looking at Chris, “Um…how about I call you later? We can talk and see how everything is going,” you said, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

Chris looked taken back before he nodded, “Right, yeah, I’ll talk to you later and check in with you.” He grabbed his jacket before he looked at Sebastian, “When you get some time, let’s talk about a few things.” he shook his hand before walking out with Anthony. 

You left with Brooke, going to the store for the first time since you were pregnant. You noticed how things looked different and the same, you carried on with light talking while you two drove on; and once at the store, you helped her grab a few different things. “Why don’t we get some snacks and have a movie night tonight?” Brooke asked as you smiled and nodded, “I’d really like that. I’ll go grab some chips, salsa, candy, and some stuff to make that dip your mom taught you to make!” you grinned as she did too, “yes!! Okay! I’m gonna go grab ice cream, toppings, and whatever else sounds good!” she took off toward the frozen section while you went to grab a basket and grab your list. This was the first time anything really had sounded good to you in a long time. 

As you shopped you reached for a bag of chips, when another hand reached for the same bag. You looked over, withdrawing your hand and apologizing when the gentleman in front of you chuckled and handed you the bag. “I’m sorry, here, front bags are always fresher,” he said smiling at you.  You were frozen like a deer in headlights, he was handsome, and a dazzling smile to match. “Oh, uh,” you let out a soft giggle, “Thank you, but go ahead, I can get a different bag.” you said looking up at him as he grinned at you, placing the bag down in your basket. “Don’t worry about it sunshine. I don’t mind.” he winked before turning to grab a bag himself. He was tall, with short, soft, blondish-brown hair, bright blue eyes and a dashing bright smile. “Well thank you sir,” you felt yourself blush as you stared at him, he was captivating as he stood tall and smiled down at you, “I’m Steve…Steve Rogers,” he held his hand out to you.

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