#chriss answers asks

[fredmundo]

Hi 🖤

14 & 19 for the fun questions

oh hi Dj! 🧡🧡🧡

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

I want to get a tattoo but I'm always scared it won't turn out like it does in my head or won't look good over my scars. And honestly there are so many tattoos that I want to get and i have them planned out but it's just taking that first step toward anything is always a huge struggle for me

19. favourite thing about the day?

two things are coming to mind. when i first wake up in the morning, my husband lets our cat into our room/his office (he's usually been awake for about an hour for work) an Darcy (my cat) will hop on the bed with me and snuggle right up under my chin and sleep while i either watch tiktoks or read ao3.

my other favorite thing is during the summer, kyle and i will have a drink on our patio, looking out at the mountains and just talk about our days.

[bewitchingbaker]

[so much of Jean Dawsons music has been influencing chris and Jess’s teenage years]

[chrattho1]

matt sturniolo drabble

10 minutes?

summary: you wear matt’s initial around your neck,and to say that hes turned on by it, is an understatement.

warnings: suggestive comments,use of petnames ( baby )

“hey baby” you walk out of the bathroom into matt’s bedroom, all dressed up. you watch matt shuffle in bed and turn around to look at you with half lidded eyes.

“hey” his voice hoarse and cracky,he rubs his eyes to get a good look at you. your hair falling in your face,nails manicured,rings stacked on your tiny fingers,wrist full of bracelets,chains hanging on your neck-and there it is,dangling off your neck as you bend down to pick something up. a gold pendant with “M” on it.

matt thought he’d seen wrong,his eyes were surely deceiving him right? matt also thought he was the only one obsessed with you so this was amusing to say the least. his eyes open wide to get a good look, his stomach does backflips at the thought of you buying and wearing his initial.

“i am going out with some friends,i’ll be back after lunch” you smiled at him briefly before getting back to filling your bag up with essentials.

“whats that?” matt yanked the blanket off of him and sat up straight,his eyebrows furrowed.

“whats what?” you look at him and notice the confusion on his face,and then he points at it—the gold “M” glistening off your skin,sitting right between your collarbones.

“oh” you gaze down at the pendant,fingers touching the letter lightly.

“i saw this website that sold these so i thought—” you were cut off by matt speeding off the bed,still only on his boxers and almost tripping on something on the way.

you giggle when he stands in front you,eyes now fully open as he looked right down at the pendant in utter awe. his fingertip traces the letter on your neck,gently like he’s afraid it’ll break.

“stands for matt?” words coming out of matt’s mouth before his brain could even process them,eyes so focused on the sight in front.

“ofcourse stupid,what else?” you chuckle.

“you’re gonna wear this out?” his eyes fixated on your neck as you nod at his question.

“fuck” he whispers,a smile tugs on your lips.

“everyones gonna know its for me?” hes asking questions like a child,wanting to hear you answer them with the most dumbfounded look on his face.

“i guess so” you shrug still not fully aware of the effect it has on him. you mindlessly place a hand on his bare chest and your palm is immediately met with his fasten heartbeat. you slowly bring your hand up to caress his cheek,smiling at him foolishly.

“do you like it?” you smile wider looking at his eyelashes flutter up to your face.

“do i like it?” he scoffs lightly,eyebrow raising at your question. he lets out a breath admiring the sight in front,he doesn’t know if this reaction is normal,his boxers feeling tight just looking at you wear his initial.

“think you got 10 minutes or less?” he asks,his voice laced with the severity of his situation,like if you don’t give him those 10 minutes he might die.

you tease him by glancing at your watch and pouting at him,knowing him —it wont take long for him to beg.

“please? just-please-” matt’s fumbled words and that desperate look on his face get to you,and you give in rather easily-pulling him in with a small smile.

“yeah i got 10 minutes” you wrap your arms around his neck pushing your body onto his,his breath hitches.

tai’s notes: tell me how you guys like this and if i should make a chris version too,req are always open;)

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[sturniololuvz]

chris and kacey having an intimate moment but they are interupted by daisy

🍼teendad!chris

The house was unusually quiet — a kind of quiet Chris had learned to appreciate. Daisy had finally gone down for her nap after what felt like a war: toys everywhere, yogurt on his shirt, one (1) near meltdown. But now she was asleep in her little cocoon of blankets on the couch, the baby monitor set up beside her.

Chris peeked around the corner for the third time just to double check. Yep. Still out cold.

Kacey was sitting on his bed, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone in one of his sweatshirts — the one that was way too big on her, sleeves covering her hands. She looked up when he walked in, her mouth pulling into a teasing smile.

“She finally out?” she asked quietly.

Chris nodded, falling onto the bed beside her with a sigh. “Bro, I don’t know how she’s only two and has more energy than, like, all of Boston.”

Kacey laughed. “It’s ‘cause she’s your daughter.”

He turned his head slowly to look at her. “Wow. Bold.”

But she just grinned, setting her phone aside. “You’re kind of incredible, you know that?”

Chris blinked, eyebrows drawing together like he didn’t know how to accept that. “Incredible?”

“Yeah. You’re doing it, Chris. All of it. Even on days when you’re exhausted or stressed or—” she paused, brushing some hair from his forehead, “���covered in crushed Goldfish.”

He cracked a smile, soft and crooked. “You’re nice to me.”

“I like you, idiot.”

Chris leaned in, barely an inch between them. “Yeah?”

Kacey didn’t answer with words. She kissed him — slow and warm, nothing rushed. Her hand came up to his jaw while his found the side of her thigh. It wasn’t messy or desperate; it was like a breath they’d both been holding in finally let out.

She pulled back just slightly, her forehead resting against his. “I hate when you look at me like that,” she whispered.

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t believe you deserve this.”

Chris swallowed. “I just… never thought anyone would stay. Let alone care about her too.”

“She’s a part of you,” Kacey said softly. “I couldn’t not love her.”

Chris looked like he might say something back — something real and raw — when the faint sound of wailing carried in from the living room.

Both of them froze.

“Oh no.” Chris stood up fast, already halfway down the hallway. “Daisy? Baby, what’s wrong?”

Kacey followed behind as Chris scooped Daisy into his arms. Her cheeks were flushed and she was hiccuping from a bad dream, clinging to his hoodie with both hands.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, rocking her gently. “You’re okay, I got you.”

She mumbled something incoherent, her face pressed into his chest.

Chris looked over at Kacey with a sheepish smile, bouncing Daisy as she slowly calmed down. “Well, that ruined the moment, huh?”

Kacey just smiled, brushing Daisy’s messy hair from her face. “Nah. This is the moment.”

And as Chris settled back onto the couch with his little girl half-asleep on his chest, and Kacey curling up beside him, her hand resting on his knee, he realized she was right.

This was the moment.

And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

⸻

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[vickytaa]

"Happy anniversary"

"Hey, sweetie," Chris said, entering your sheared room. You grab something on your desk quickly and hide it on your back. "Chriss!" you said excited and stood up to give him a quick kiss. "What are you hiding, honey?" Chris said as soon as you stepped back a little bit just to see him. His blue eyes were locked on yours, just like he could read your mind. "What?" You said trying to play dumb.

Chris looked at you. He knew you were acting. You both stared at each other for a couple of seconds until you decided to break the silence, "So.. how was your day?" "Long day. Do you mind if we do our anniversary date tomorrow? I'm really tired, " He said with puppy eyes. You've been super excited to go to the lacy restaurant with your boyfriend, but you didn't mind staying at home today at all. You nodded and sat again on your chair without turning around, just to make sure he wouldn't see what you were hiding.

You looked normal, but inside, you were screaming and dying to give him the surprise.

He slowly began to walk towards you with a wide grin on his face and grabbed both of your wrists from behind your back. "No, wait!" You said. He grabbed the paper, looked at you, and then again at the paper. "What's on this paper?" He asked while you bite your bottom lip just to contain your smile. You didn't answer, so he took the letter out of the envelope and started reading it. You were looking at him, watching every reaction to your letter. You've never written something to anyone because for you, it's something intimate, very special, and full of love. That's why, for your one year anniversary, you wrote a letter for Chris, talking about your feelings for him, the things he does and you love, some memories about both of you, and the way he shined in your dark life, and he appeared in the right time. He was the love of your life.

Chris's eyes started to tear as he reached the end of the letter. He was the one who always told you how much he loved you, not like you, you've always loved him and really tried to show him that, but sometimes you weren't so good at that. So, expressing your feelings and telling him how much you loved him was really important for him.

When he finished, he looked at you with tears rolling down his face, with an ear to ear smile. You stand up and pull him close by the neck. He wrapped your waist and gave you a gentle kiss, full of happiness and love.

Then, you moved away just a bit to stare at him. The gratitude reflected in his eyes was everything for you.

"I love you, Chris, happy one year anniversary," you said with a warm, soft tone and a shy smile.

"I love you more, happy anniversary, love"

𓆩♡𓆪

[kier-with-a-k]

Wisteria - M. S.

Warning: angst (I think)

Sweet.

The moments with him were painted sweet...

Not like candy... Like honey... He's like Midas... Everything he touches turns into gold... But this time... It's honey.

Thick. Slow.

Lingering long after it's gone.

I watch as he opens the door for a girl. A girl so pretty I don’t think I can compare... Wondering who it is?

Me.

I stand here.

Stuck.

Like stone carved in longing.Reminiscing. Of the past. With him.

I watch myself turn to marble—a statue with glass eyes and a heart that still beats, as my feet bury themselves into the ground—like it’s eating me whole.

Wisteria grows around me. Climbing my arms, curling around my ribs, chaining me to a moment I can’t move on from.

Time has passed, but I’m still here.

Still standing in that memory. Still watching that scene.

The moment I’ll cherish because what happened next ruined it.

Ruined me.

And once I see it all begin to fall apart… Once I feel the crack forming under my feet…

I reset the memory.

I wake up.

His arms around me. Pulling me a little closer. A little tighter.

A little too tight.

Like he’s trying to hold back something inside him—and I’m the only thing keeping it from spilling out.

Sweetness is the lens of the lonely’s glasses.

It’s intimate… Safe… Real… That’s what I thought it was.

That’s what I still whisper to myself at night.

But deep down I knew.

I knew.

It wasn’t real.

It wasn’t safe.

Sure, it was intimate to me—but to him?

I was just something easy. Easy to have. Easy to convince. Easy to keep around.

Easy to leave behind.

And he did.

But only in the ways that mattered.

He stayed enough to haunt me.

Left enough to hollow me.

Now, everything reminds me of him.

The hoodie I don’t wear anymore.

The toothpaste he liked.

The playlist he made—still tucked in a corner of my phone like a ghost with soft hands and sharp teeth.

I don’t delete it.

I tell myself I will.

But I don’t.

Because if I let go of that—what’s left of him in me?

Wisteria still wraps around my chest, tightening when I breathe too deep.

Sometimes, I catch myself smiling at nothing. At a memory that isn’t even mine anymore. At a version of him that never really existed outside my head.

And I hate it.

I hate how my love for him was poetry.

And his for me—was punctuation.

An afterthought.

A pause.

A breath between better things.

I still sleep facing the side he used to lie on. The mattress remembers his shape even if he doesn’t.

I still flinch when someone says his name. Still walk like my heart is breakable glass and every step shakes something loose.

I don’t think I know how to love again—not without hearing his voice in my head,whispering,It’s not real.

You’re not worth staying for.

No matter how sweet you were…you were never enough to keep.

And I wonder—when I finally shatter, when I finally stop pretending the statue can breathe—will the wisteria bloom from the cracks, or bury me whole?

Because I’m still there.

Still standing in the past.

Still sweet.

Still stone.

Still his.

Even when he never really was mine.

A/N: search through my words... Deeper meaning lies here... If you can't see it it's not for you...

May or may not be taking a break from writing... So expect less fics from me guys!!! Dw I'll try to answer asks as much as possible but yeah... I haven't really been in that writing zone... So... Bleep bloop!!!

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[chrissturnsfav]

star!reader giving rapper!chris a bj but star!reader had lip plumping stuff on?

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader's lip plumper leaves rapper!chris pleasantly confused

you're down on your knees in front of chris—who's sat at the edge of your bed, watching you take his thick cock into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down, batting your lashes up at him all pretty as he grips at the sheets.

but something seems off in his expression. sure, he looks pleasured, but his brows aren't furrowed in just pleasure, but confusion, and you know exactly why.

it makes you smirk around his dick, jerking whatever doesn't fit between your lip plumper glossed lips, and his hands move to your head, letting out a shaky grunt.

he's trying to bask in the pleasure—he really is—but his fucking cock keeps tingling, and it's making him feel too confused to focus on how good your mouth is feeling.

"baby," he mumbles, his face washing over with confusion and concern, gently tugging your mouth off his cock by your hair. "hold up."

you fake a confused look up at him, furrowing your brows, wiping at the drool at the corners of your mouth, "what's wrong?" you ask, voice dripping with innocence.

chris studies your face, prodding the inside of his cheek with his tongue. he notices the way your lips look more plump and red than usual. his thumb swipes slow over your bottom lip, dragging at the gloss. "what the fuck you got on your mouth?"

you let out a cheeky giggle, pursing your glossy lips up at him, "lip plumper," you chirp, like it's nothing.

he stares. then licks his own lips. then squints down at your lips. "lip what?"

you bite back a grin. "plumper. makes them look fuller."

his head tilts, still confused, still staring like he’s trying to figure something out. then, he realizes why his dick is tingling, his eyes flitting down to his length and then back to your mouth.

"hold the fuck up." he leans back on his palms, rubbing his lips together. his whole face twists. "what the fuck—"

you blink up at him, innocent. "what?"

chris furrows his brows down at his dick, tilting his head at it, "s'that why my fuckin' dick is burnin'?"

you giggle up at him. “it tingles, huh?”

his eyes flick down to you, then back to his member, like he's still trying to process the sensation. "nah, what the fuck kinda witchcraft—"

"it’s just the gloss," you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "feels kinda nice, right?"

chris doesn’t answer right away. just keeps looking at his still hard dick, looking confused as hell, like his brain is short-circuiting.

and then a little smirk spreads on his lips as he looks at you, still confused, but there's a slight glint in his eyes now. "i mean…s'kinda fire."

you raise your brows up at him, smirking back at him as you slide a hand up his thigh, "yeah?" you ask, reaching into your sweatpants pocket to pull out the lip plumping gloss.

"nah, nah, lemme do it," he says, snatching it from your hand like you can’t be trusted to apply it yourself.

you sigh, but you pucker up anyway, lips barely pursed before he swipes the gloss on way too aggressively.

"chris," you whine, trying to pull back. "that's so much."

"nah, we need extra," he mutters, going back in, his free hand grabbing your chin gently. "i'mma make sure i cum from this shit. all over your pretty face, let's go."

thank you for reading!! <3

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[jacksonsturniolo]

I had an anon ask if Jasper and Nick were eachothers first kiss so here’s the answer.

warnings — kissing, making out? Fluff, brief mentions of family problems.

a/n — I love them ugh :(

Nick’s bedroom was still and sun-warmed, the late afternoon light stretching through the window in quiet, golden strips. A fan hummed gently in the corner, lazily stirring the air. It smelt like vanilla and laundry detergent — the safe, soft kind of smell that meant home.

Nick was on his back, book in hand, reading. Or trying to. other hand rested in Jasper’s hair, fingers lightly carding through soft strands without much thought.

Jasper lay stretched out between Nick’s legs, his head resting just over Nick’s stomach, curled loosely on his side. His fingertips toyed with the hem of Nick’s t-shirt — twisting the fabric, letting it spring back, repeating the little motion again and again. Like he was grounding himself.

He’d been coming over more and more lately. Not that Nick minded. Jasper never said exactly what was wrong at home, but he didn’t need to. He’d show up with a tired smile and a half-hearted joke, and Nick would open the door without a word. Sometimes they’d talk. Sometimes they’d sit in silence. It didn’t matter. Jasper always ended up here.

Nick had never told him not to.

“You’re not reading,” Jasper said suddenly, voice soft and a little thick.

Nick blinked, realizing he’d been staring at the same sentence for several minutes. “Mm. No.”

A pause.

Jasper’s fingers stilled on his shirt.

Then he shifted — slowly — pressing himself up on one arm and crawling forward, carefully, until he was hovering just above Nick. His knees braced on either side of Nick’s hips. The air shifted with him, warm and close.

Nick’s breath caught in his throat.

Jasper leaned in just slightly, one hand resting near Nick’s shoulder on the bed. His eyes flicked between Nick’s, wide and searching. His voice, when he spoke, was barely above a whisper.

“Can I kiss you?”

Nick froze.

It was the gentleness in Jasper’s voice that undid him. Not nervous. Not teasing. Just honest. Careful. Like he’d been carrying the question around for a long time and only just found the courage to ask.

Nick swallowed hard.

Then gave the smallest nod.

Jasper’s face softened — a visible release of tension, like he hadn’t let himself hope for the answer until he heard it.

And then he leaned down, slowly, giving Nick every chance to change his mind.

He didn’t.

Their lips met in a kiss that barely counted as one at all — a brush, a breath. But Nick felt it everywhere. His heart thundered in his chest. His fingers curled into the fabric of Jasper’s shirt without thinking.

Jasper pulled back just enough to look at him, waiting.

Nick looked up at him — cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wide.

So Jasper kissed him again.

Longer, this time.

Warmer.

Nick let out a tiny sound against his mouth, something caught between a gasp and a hum, and Jasper kissed him deeper, still careful, still slow, like the most precious thing he’d ever been allowed to touch.

When they finally parted, Jasper didn’t go far. He stayed close, forehead against Nick’s, breath mingling between them.

Nick’s voice came out quiet. “I’ve never done that before.”

“I know,” Jasper said, just as softly. “Me neither.”

And they stayed like that — tangled up in something brand new, something neither of them had words for yet. Just a quiet room, a forgotten book, and two boys who’d just realized what it meant to be wanted.

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[mintsturniolo]

“I need longer than a couple of weeks,” he sulked. “She’s gonna grow up so fast…”

| a/n: I’ve been so busy guys lol. Anyways I’m working on 2 au’s. I think I might make this dad!chris an au as well but idk. Also inbox is always open 🤍✨

It had been a long couple of weeks of adjusting to the new routine of having a newborn. Even now you and Chris were taking advantage of the fact that Emma was down for a nap and taking the time to relax. You were cuddled up next to Chris watching his screen as he mindlessly scrolled through his TikTok feed, occasionally pointing out a video that he found interesting.

“Babe look at this,” Chris said, stopping at a video that had caught his attention.

You raised your head slightly to see better. A smile forming at the cute video your husband was showing you. “Do all babies do that?” Chris asked.

“Yeah. It’s called the newborn scrunch,” you replied, laughing at the way Chris’s eyes widened. “Haven’t you seen Emmy do it when you pick her up?”

“No! How did I miss that?” Chris gasped.

You were about to reply when you noticed movement on the baby monitor. “She’s starting to wake up. Wanna see for yourself?” You suggested.

The two of you made your way into the nursery where you found Emma sleepily rubbing at her face. Chris wasted going to where your daughter was and lifting her into his arms. You couldn’t help but smile when almost immediately, Emma attempted to curl herself up into the fetal position. “Seriously, how have I not noticed this?” Chris asked, holding Emma against his chest.

“You know why they curl up like that right?” you questioned, excited to see his reaction when you answered his question.

Chris shook his head and you motioned to your stomach. “Cause that’s how she was in for nine months,” you replied.

You bit back a laugh at the surprise in Chris’s eyes. “That makes so much sense,” he gasped.

The two of you continued your conversation while you changed Emma into a new outfit you’d bought for her. “You guys going somewhere?” Chris asked

You nodded as you watched him admire how Emma curled up when he picked her up off the changing table. “I need to run errands and I thought she could use some time outside.” Deciding to get a reaction out of him, you said, “You know she'll grow out of it in a couple of weeks.”

As if to prove a point, Emma took that exact moment to attempt to kick her little legs. Chris stuck out his lip in a pout as he glanced at Emma. “I need longer than a couple of weeks,” he sulked. “She’s gonna grow up so fast.”

You watched as Chris made his way over the Emma’s crib, confused about what he was up to. He lowered the baby into her crib, just to pick her up again to watch her curl up. You let him do this a couple of times until you heard a small whimper as Emma began to fuss. “Okay Chris, let me have her,” you laughed, taking Emma into your arms. “You still have plenty of time to watch this.”

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[fredmundo]

Please remind me where the "to the core" reference first popped up! It's driving me crazy!

the goose-man said it in an interview in reference to eddie and buck's relationship and friendship about how they know each other so well and ryan said "i love you to the core" from eddie about buck

but it was in an interview so not technically "canon"

[matthewswifeyx]

Y/N and Chris making a gingerbread house together <3

Warnings- use of Y/N, fluff

It was the start of December, Y/N and Chris had been so excited to spend the holidays together for the second time. Y/N had gone over board and bought loads of Christmas themed items, meanwhile Chris had been planning over the top Christmas activities.

But for today, they were just going back to the classics. Making a gingerbread house.

Y/N got all of the supplies ready while Chris was busy making hot chocolates for the both of them.

"I can't wait to start!" Y/N buzzed with joy.

"Me too, drinks are nearly done!" Chris answered.

He pulled the hot mugs from the counter and brought them over to the dinning table. Once his hands were free, he hugged Y/N from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder. She leaned into him, carefree.

After a few moments of this, Y/N tapped Chris' arms as a tap out.

"C'mon, I wanna start!" She looked at him. Chris hummed and started to empty the packaging.

"Chris! We have to try and make it look good!" She laughed.

Chris squeezed the icing bag too hard and all of the baby pink frosting came gushing out. He looked at Y/N with a sad, playful, pout spread on his lips. Y/N nudged his arm to make him snap out of it.

"Just pretend that you are decorating our future home! Give it some love Chris." She said calmly.

Chris laughed at his reaction and grabbed some chocolate buttons to place on the roof, to make some tiles that would look realistic, in candy-land.

"Oh my god! I love that Chris!!" She chirped.

"Aren't I creative?" Chris said sarcastically.

He picked up the burst icing bag on the counter and gripped it firmly. Chris held it behind his back. Y/N was still focused on the gingerbread home, it was nearly finished. She was adding some candy canes at the front to make an arch way. A malicious grin spread across Chris' face as he placed a little dollop of frosting on his finger. Then, he tapped his finger on her nose, which left a pink pile of icing on her nose.

"Chriss!" She whined.

"Oh c'mon, you look adorable like that." He defended himself.

"What do you think of our gingerbread house?" She asked.

"I think it's perfect. Chris' arms snuck around Y/N's waist and he held her once more.

Banner credits to @issysh3ll <33

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[sturniolo04]

Morning Wood C.S.

Bf!Chris x Fem!Reader

Summary: in which Chris gets morning wood.

The sunlight peeked through the curtains. Chris opens his eyes and sees you sleeping peacefully, Chris looks down only to discover morning wood has gotten him again.

Chris: Fuck

he whispers. he pulls the covers off of you to reveal you naked body from last night. this however does not help the situation he has downstairs Chris places his hand on your body, your skin is soft and warm. Then Chris starts caressing your body at this point you were starting to wake up. Chris stops his movements and moves his hands to your face

chris: shh baby its okay

you only respond with a sleepy whine and drift off again to sleep.He then moved back down and begins to play, only to find you wet. Chris smiles to himself and doesnt even bother whispering anymore.

Chris: whats this baby

you let out an innocent whimper

Emmy: i dunno

you say shoving your face in. the pillow, Chris takes a finger and slips it into you. you whimper and cry

Emmy: i dont want that Chriss

Chris smirks 

Chris: what do you want then huh

you now flustered curl into the pillow and mutter

Emmy: nothinggg

by this point Chris is extremely amused

Chris: this what you want

Chris asks taking your hand and leading it to his dick. You squirm and nod

Chris: words please em

Emmy: ye-yeah

 you mumble. Chris smirks again

Chris: you know all you gotta do is ask love

Chris rolls you over and gets in between your legs, you gaze up at Chris and admire his lightly freckled face

Chris: ready love

he asks

Emmy: yeah

you answered him bracing yourself for whats about to come. Chris slides in and you arch your back. All thats left to come are screams and moans of pleasure from you.

[sturniololuvz]

What exactly went down when daisy's mom left? Like what all happened that day?

(I absolutely adore this au)

🍼teendad!chris

Chris didn’t think that kind of silence could exist in a hospital room.

No crying. No yelling. No relief. Just that horrible, thick silence right after everything had happened — and nothing made sense yet.

He was still holding his breath.

The nurse had just left. Daisy was swaddled up in a bassinet next to the bed, impossibly small, face red and scrunched up from just entering the world. Chris kept looking over at her. He couldn’t believe she was real. That she had his nose. That she existed at all.

And then there was her mom — lying in the bed, facing the wall.

She hadn’t even looked at Daisy.

Chris sat in the corner chair, still wearing the same hoodie he’d pulled on at 2 a.m. when she called him saying it was time. His heart had been racing the whole drive to the hospital. He thought this was gonna be a beginning. Not the end.

“You’re really not gonna hold her?” he asked, his voice quiet, like even he wasn’t sure he should be speaking.

She didn’t answer right away. Then, still facing the wall, she whispered, “I can’t do it, Chris.”

He stared. “What do you mean?”

“I thought I could. I really thought I could do this. But I can’t be a mom. I don’t want to be a mom.”

Chris’s chest tightened. “But… you are. She’s here.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

She finally turned to look at him, tears in her eyes. Not dramatic ones — just the kind that came from too many months of pretending she was okay.

“You’re better at this than me. You’ve already been trying, I’ve seen you buying diapers, freaking out about bottles, reading all that baby book stuff. I haven’t even picked out a name.”

Chris swallowed hard. His stomach dropped. “So that’s it?”

“I’m not built for this,” she said, voice breaking. “But you are. And she’s lucky to have you.”

And with that, she sat up. She didn’t kiss Daisy goodbye. She didn’t ask to hold her. She just signed her part of the birth certificate paperwork — and left.

Chris didn’t cry right away. He sat there frozen, staring at the door she walked out of. He wanted to scream, throw something, chase after her and demand she take it back — but instead he walked over to the bassinet.

Daisy was awake now, blinking slowly like she didn’t know what to make of the world.

“Hey, it’s just me now,” he whispered, picking her up for the first time as her only parent. His arms shook a little. She was so light, but she felt like the heaviest thing he’d ever carried. “I got you. I got you, baby girl.”

And when she whimpered and nuzzled into his chest, something inside him cracked open.

That was the day everything changed.

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[sturnsshake]

happy valentines! - c.s

about: you wake up to the ultimate valentines day surprise chris setup for you, with the best gifts you could ask for.

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i stir awake, groaning and rolling over to chris's side of the bed. i reach for his arm but nothing is there. i finally open my eyes and am met with an empty left side of the bed.

i get up, immediately searching for chris, i swing open our bedroom door and walk through the hall way and out into the living room.

i am greeted with a wide grin parading my boyfriends face. i slow my strides as i am welcomed in by the beautifully decorated room.

pink, red and white balloons littering the ceiling and floor, streamers and confetti, pink metallic backdrops hang from the walls.

i immediately melt at the sheer look on his face as he sees me take him all his hard work.

"CHRISS!!" i say matching his grin, as i run over to him, jumping into his arms. he smoothly catches me and holds me flush again him. i wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his face.

"happy valentines!" chris speaks, words oozing with excitement as he relishes in my apprication.

"its so beautful baby! you did so well!" i say while he places me down on the floor again and i jump in place.

"you like?!" chris asks, clearly knowing the answer

"I LOVE!!" i say begining to walk around the room as more decorations, i didnt notice before, excite me.

chris hums and smiles at my reaction and lets me take in the decor.

chris disapeers into the other room without me knowing, coming back with several gift bags in hand.

he places them on the coffee table silently.

he walks over to me, hugging me from behind and swiveling us to face the table and gifts.

"i have a few presents for you baby.." chris says, craning his neck so he can see my face.

im in shock at the sheer amount of gifts he had gotten me.

"so many omg!" i squeal as he leads us to sit down on the couch in front of the gifts.

"better get cracking then baby.." chris smiled.

i smile back as chris leans over to grab one of the gift bags.

"its in order, least to most exciting.." chris tells, smiling at his thoughtful efforts on the presentation of the gifts, hands me the bag.

i carefully open it and find a small white box. i open it and am met with a beautiful, silk sleeping-eye mask, my name embroidered across the front. i smile and hold the mask in my hand, taking in the beautiful, deep red colour and rich materials, adding to the expensive aura.

"its so pretty! this is the least exciting?!" i say in shock as i carefully place the mask back into the box, putting it to the side as chris hands me the next bag, this one bigger.

i open it up and am met with a la perla red and black frastaglio cami and complimenting shorts.

"CHRIS OMGG!!" i yell in excitement, "THEY ARE GORGEOUS!"

"theres still more in this one." he says smiling and pointing to the bag.

i look into the bag and see the matching red robe. i drop the expensive fabric into the bag once again, placing my head in my hands, shocked at the amount of effort chris put into my gift(s).

"chris, baby, you hit the nail on the head with this one. it is so gorgeous and i love how its a set!" i say, leaning over to hug him tightly in appreciation.

"thank you so much, its so pretty." i say pulling back to meet his gaze.

"its my pleasure baby, love to spoil you like this, ya know i do.." he says grinning and handing me the next gift bag, this one smaller.

i eagerly open up the bag and am greeted with more of the luxurious red medium littered with the black lace but in a sexy lingerie form. a sexy thong and coupling push-up bra.

my jaw drops in shock and awe as i admire the gorgeous underwear. my fingers lightly tracing over the different textures of the bra and panties.

"BABY! YOU SPENT SO MUCH MONEY!!" i hush "la perla is so expensive."

"only the best for my beautiful girl" he says leaning in to give me a quick peck, clearly happy with himself for his gift choices.

"alright ya got one more.." chris says grabbing the last bag from the table and passing it to me.

i take a deep breath, wondering what it could be. i open up the bag and am greeted deep red box with the gold lettering reading out 'cartier'

i gawk at this, turning to chris, he is chuffed, and thats an understatement.

i slowly open the box and find a diamond littered necklace, slimmering in the morning light filtering through the room.

"oh my god chris.." i state in pure disbelief.

i bring the box closer to my face to examine the alluring necklace and chris take the box from me, retrieves the necklace from the case as clasps it around my neck.

"my pretty girl.."

A/N: really dry ending sorry. this is kinda really bad and dragged. idk how to write lol. i need a bigger vocabulary...

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[pearlypairings]

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goood evening lovely empress<3 thank you for the asks:))

🍎 Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

great question which I just answered here ! :)

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Soooo, this might be out of left field lol but I would love to play Steve Harrington in a Twin Peaks universe. I have a snippet of what once supposed to be a ficlet of Steve falling in love at first sight of Shelly Johnson at the Double R diner, but I never quite had the pull to finish it. Steve's aloof goofiness just feels right for the vibe of that town, a fun dichotomy in the midst of the other teenagers in Twin Peaks:P

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

If I've said it once, I've said it a million and one times, but my roasts of Jason originate from my first fic Do or Die, and this joke that never fails to make me laugh (still) in Ch 8:

Jason softened his voice just slightly. Chrissy cringed at the memories of purging and the lies she told to cover it up. Jason's voice got even quieter. "You were my first, Chriss. I even showed you my collection of GI Joes and let you touch the rare edition Lady Jaye with her shoulder patch. You know how private I am about my collection." "Yes, I know.” Chrissy responded back in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. 

Like, you have no idea how many trials of weird things I made up for Jason to like, but choosing a GI Joe collection felt the best lmao. It also broke up the tension of the scene in context where it's actually extremely serious lmao.

fruit emoji ask game:)

[nickssidewitch]

https://www.tumblr.com/nickssidewitch/751870152251949056/what-do-you-think-is-matt-and-chriss-type-based

so i was looking at this old ask and was wondering if anything has changed since it’s been a few months?

did they have types at the time of answering and don’t now?

Well this is based on astrology, so it doesn’t change. 🤍 Also this reading is so underrated omg