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silverspringsstare-deactivated2
“my favorite tank top i own” and you haven’t been seen publicly wearing it since… 😒😒😒 feed me pirate girl tank top pictures PLEASE
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AND THE CROWD CHEERS
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charrmeddd-deactivated20251028
꒰ #:: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𓂃 c.s.
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the movie still playing from Chris’s laptop. You’d both given up on following the plot an hour ago, content just lying next to each other on the bed. Your phone was loose in your hand, and Chris had been shifting around restlessly, tossing his hoodie off and running a hand through his hair in that distracted way he did when he couldn’t sit still.
When the mattress dipped, you glanced up. Chris was on his knees now, looking at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Christopher,” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes.
“What?” he asked, all fake innocence, though the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away.
“You’re about to do something.”
“Me?” he said, pressing a hand to his chest like you’d just accused him of a crime. “Never.”
You snorted. “Right. Never.”
He didn’t even try to defend himself this time. Instead, he leaned forward, crawling across the bed until he was hovering above you, his hands pressed into the sheets on either side of your head.
“Chris,” you warned, your voice already softening.
“Yeah?” His hair fell into his face, brushing your cheek as he tilted his head. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“You look like you’re about to eat me alive.”
He grinned, low and playful. “That’s the idea.”
Before you could roll your eyes, his lips were on your forehead. Then your temple. Then the tip of your nose. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, like he was tasting every part of you.
“Chris,” you whispered again, laughing breathlessly when he moved to your jaw, leaving a trail down your cheek and toward your neck.
“Mhm?” he hummed against your skin, his voice muffled. “You smell good.” He kissed just below your ear. “Like home.”
Your heart lurched at that, your hands sliding into his hair almost instinctively. He was warm and close, his lips soft as he lingered over your throat, pressing a kiss so light it made you shiver.
“Let me take care of you tonight,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.
“You always take care of me,” you murmured, your head falling back against the pillow.
“Not enough,” he said firmly, kissing the curve of your collarbone. “Never enough.”
His mouth lingered there, sucking gently until your breath caught. You tugged at his hair, whispering his name again, but he didn’t move away—just soothed the sting with his tongue before trailing lower.
“You’re leaving marks,” you breathed.
“Good,” he whispered against your skin. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
The words made heat rush through you. He tugged gently at your shirt then, glancing up at you with a quiet, questioning look.
“Can I?” His voice was soft now, almost shy beneath all the playfulness.
You nodded, lifting your arms. He peeled your shirt off slowly, like he wanted to savor the act, before tossing it aside. His eyes softened the moment he looked at you again.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, almost reverently.
You felt your chest tighten at the way he said it, like he couldn’t believe you were real.
Then his mouth was back on you—over your shoulder, the slope of your chest, the soft curve just above your ribs. He kissed everywhere, not missing a single inch, his lips slow and unhurried. Every so often, he’d pause, sucking gently until he knew he’d leave a mark, whispering something against your skin.
“Perfect.” kiss
“My girl.” kiss
“so sweet.” kiss
Your fingers tightened in his hair, your breaths coming faster as his words sank into you deeper than his lips ever could.
“Chris,” you whispered, your voice breaking on his name.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips pink and swollen, his eyes glassy with affection. “What, baby?” he asked softly, brushing his nose against your cheek.
“You’re—” You cut yourself off with a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “You’re too much.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you properly on the mouth this time. It was slow, deep, his hand cradling your jaw like he was scared you’d slip away.
“I’ll never be too much for you,” he murmured against your lips.
You melted beneath him, letting him cover you in warmth, in kisses, in whispered confessions that felt more like prayers.
By the time he finally stopped, his head resting against your chest with a lazy grin, your skin was dotted with love bites, your body buzzing with his words.
“Happy now?” you teased softly, your fingers running through his messy hair.
“Mm,” he hummed, pressing a final kiss just above your heart. “I’ll never stop. Not with you.”
And in the quiet that followed, with the movie still faintly playing and Chris curled against you, you realized you didn’t want him to. Ever.
⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⤸
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silverspringsstare-deactivated2
⊹. ݁ to all the boys i’ve loved before ݁.⊹
chapter seven.
⤷𝜗𝜚˚⋆ summary: after the breakup with you and chris, things only seem to go downhill that winter break. videos that shouldn’t be taken are spread throughout the school, so what happens when you get back to school?
⤷𝜗𝜚˚⋆ warnings: angst, cursing, brief mentions of death, greif, and sex, idkkk…
there it was. the phone illuminating your face was showing you and chris from another perspective, your lips locked and arms around each other in the hot tub on the ski trip, followed up by a text message that says:
‘y/n!! is this you??’
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yearning for a man who doesn’t know I exist
he’s just too damn sexy

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THIS IS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE I WANT HIM
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words unspoken | c.s.
in which ₊˚ reader finds herself falling for her best friend, chris. her only safe haven for expressing her feelings are to her journal, meant for her eyes only.
what happens when the boy of her written secrets finds what he was never meant to read?
— fluff & angst, suggestive content, teasing, best friends to lovers ꨄ
word count ₊˚ 1.1k
you ran your fingers along your leather-bound journal, pages bending and loose ones scattering in its wake. you bookmarked the last page you had poured your heartfelt words onto with the ribbon attached from the top of the leather binding.
your journal was the most personal thing you owned. some pages held messy sketches, others held to-do lists and quotes that you held dear to you. most pages, however, contained words that you would never dare speak aloud to your best friend, chris sturniolo.
chris was, to put it short, the love of your life, only platonically. the two of you had known each other for years. growing up alongside chris also meant being surrounded by his triplet brothers, nick and matt. so, you technically had three best friends.
there was something about chris that set him apart from his brothers, though. maybe it was the way he navigated life so effortlessly, as if it was a game to be won. maybe it was the way he was so similar, yet so different, from yourself.
for as long as you could remember, you only had eyes for him. you had tried to shift your focus onto other boys—boys who weren’t your best friend—but your fingers would always find their way back to your pen, spewing ink of unspoken words into your journal.
so, maybe you should’ve been more careful about where you kept your journal.
or, maybe chris shouldn’t have been nosy.
one night, when chris had shown up unannounced to your house—something that wasn’t unusual for the two of you—you had let him in, forgetting about your prized possession discarded thoughtlessly on your bed.
when chris made his way upstairs to your room to wait for you, as you had to finish washing the dishes, he spotted the book that was unfamiliar to his eyes.
before he could think logically about invading his best friend’s privacy, he reached for the book, flipping carelessly through the thick pages.
his eyes travelled over sketches of animals, to collected stickers and printed photos, to the cursive etchings of your handwriting.
the word that was repeated the most that caught his eye was none other than his name.
chris.
pages dating back months, even years, were written about none other than him. some recalled memories that you had shared with his brothers—some that he’d even forgotten about. others described feelings that you suppressed from the boy they were written about.
chris read over the familiar chicken scratch of your handwriting, taking note of all that was written about him. dreams that you had about him. fantasies that you had about him.
as the sound of your footsteps climbing up the wooden steps to your bedroom brought chris back to reality, he snapped out of it, quickly placing the book back how he had found it.
as if he had never read the words he wouldn’t be able to get out of his head.
chris took it upon himself to make the most of the situation, through none other than teasing you.
❝do you think i look handsome today?❞ chris blurted out one day, stretching his arm out to the back of the sofa you sat beside him on.
❝sure.. why are you asking me?❞ you asked skeptically, caught off-guard.
❝no reason,❞ chris said, a smug look on his face.
random interactions of the same similarity continued on for weeks.
❝yo, do you think this hat would make my eyes pop?❞ chris asked you while puckering his lips, a blue fitted boston red sox cap placed lazily atop his brunette hair.
❝i thought you don’t even like blue eyes,❞ you questioned, fixing the positioning of his hat.
❝things change,❞ he said bluntly.
it was one day, however, when you were fed up with his comments.
❝what’s up with you?❞ you asked, exasperation and a tinge of confusion lacing your words.
❝what do you mean?❞ chris asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
❝you know what i mean. why do you keep asking me such—such intimate questions?❞ you asked, unable to contain the emotion behind your words.
❝intimate? they’re just questions, angel,❞ chris led on.
❝that! that, too. why are you calling me nicknames all of a sudden? you’ve never called me that before,❞ you said.
chris hadn’t even realized, but you were right about the nickname part.
❝why do you keep teasing me? you keep treating me like i’m a joke to you,❞ you said, trying not to break down on the spot.
having the boy who you’ve quietly pined over for ages mindlessly tease you over the span of weeks—when everything had been normal up until then—was enough to drive any girl insane.
❝okay, okay.. i’ll stop. i’m sorry, i didn’t realize,❞ he said, walking away from you.
if only you had known the weight hidden behind those words, spoken by the boy who knew too much.
chris had kept his promise. he had stopped teasing you, but he had also drifted away from you.
late nights that were once spent on the phone with each other for hours until the sun rose were now nonexistent.
shared reels and tiktoks that reminded you of each other had sat void for weeks.
imessage games sat unfinished.
even time spent with chris’ brothers went from an everyday occurrence to a rare occasion.
when you received the first text after weeks of radio silence, which simply read, “can we talk?”, you were relieved.
when chris showed up at your door, that same stupid blue cap on his head, it was as if no time had passed.
the boy standing before you was still your best friend.
yet, what you didn’t know, was your relationship with chris had changed in his eyes ever since reading what he shouldn’t have.
he couldn’t bare to look you in the eyes, knowing how you truly felt.
and knowing that he felt the same.
chris didn’t want to embarrass you by saying that he’d read what you’d written about him. instead, he opted to help your concealed fantasies come true.
he leaped towards you, holding your jaw between his two hands, capturing your lips with his.
if reading your journal was what would’ve made chris realize that this was what he had wanted all along, God, he would’ve done it a long time ago.
his lips still attacked to yours in a needy mess, he kicked your front door shut behind him with the heel of his foot.
before you knew it, he laid your back onto the mattress of your bed, your head softly meeting the pillow beneath you.
as chris spotted the familiar leather journal on the mattress beside you, he smirked, before flipping it off the bed, leaning back down to reattach his lips to yours.
© angelicchris
notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚ thank u for the request, anon, i hope u liked it ! i also rlly just prefer the word “journal” over “diary,” idk it might be bc of greg heffley or smth 😭
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WE CHEERED. NO MORE ZSTAR FUCKERY. MASSIVE OPPORTUNITIES FOR THEM WHITE BOYS. THIS IS SO FUN.
Quality content about to go batshit crazy, brand collabs and opportunities, united represents most hollywood people!! i'm so happy for them holyshitttt they're finally in good hands
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stuck with u - c.s.
takes place after this
cw: smut, angst, chris being toxic, p!link
wc: 2.8k
part of the toxic!fwb!chris series
he’s here again, just like you knew he would be.
he blows you off, hurts you more than you ever thought he’d be able to and then once you’re ready to walk away, he comes crawling back and begs for forgiveness, tells you that he just needs a little more time to figure things out.
it never made sense to you. you were under the impression you’d both stopped sleeping with other people, you spent time together without sex being involved and he did things for you that he never used to do before he knew how you felt.
he’d rub your feet after a long day at work, hold you close when your emotions got the best of you, even make you food to the best of his abilities if you were too lazy to get up.
why wouldn’t he just bite the bullet and tell you how he feels, too? part of you desperately hoped that things would change this time, that this would be the moment that he finally gets the balls to admit what you both know is true.
sure, you had your issues, your own toxic traits like sleeping around when things got hard, looking for comfort in a man when you couldn’t face reality, deflecting when you couldn’t win an argument, acting like you could never be wrong. all of this extended so far past chris, it seeped into your every day life, relationships that meant even more to you than this one, but being around him felt like maybe it would be worth it to try and not be so bitter, so awful.
chris texts you to tell you he’s arrived and you’re at your door in the next ten seconds, pulling it open to reveal him on the other side.
you’re beyond shocked when you see a bouquet of flowers in his hand, your favorites, held out as he grinned sheepishly. “hi,” he says, stepping into the threshold. “hi…” you answer breathlessly as you watch him come closer.
he looked good, exactly how he knew you liked him. baggy, blue jeans, knees ripped up slightly, dirty air force ones on his feet, black hoodie zipped up halfway on top of a black t-shirt and a snapback flipped around on his head, curly hair peeking out the bottom.
he steps into your apartment and immediately presses his lips to your cheek, letting them linger while his hand pushed the door shut behind him. “i’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, wrapping his arms around you, bouquet resting against your back.
you sigh, wanting to melt into him but needing to hold your ground. “for what?” you ask, stepping out of his grasp to turn and walk away, heading to your bedroom to curl up in bed while he inevitably tried to save things again.
chris follows you, setting the flowers down on your table as he passes it. when you guys get into the bedroom, he looks around, noticing that it looked slightly more disheveled than it usually did. “for last night,” he says like it’s obvious, watching you move to sit on the edge of the bed. “for ditching you when i said i’d be there. i don’t mean to make you feel like you’re not important.”
here he goes, his typical spiel when it comes to gluing things back together. you stare up at him, expression blank. you’re exhausted, all the back and forth finally catching up with you. you didn’t understand how he wasn’t tired of all of this, too.
“chris,” you sigh, shaking your head as you scratch at your scalp, messy bun wobbling with your actions. “i think it might be time we call this.”
he looks taken aback, head pulling back slightly in shock. “what are you talking about?” he asks, coming closer until he can sit next to you in bed. “why would we do that?”
you don’t want to look at him but his presence is so demanding any time he’s around you that it’s like your eyes are just drawn to him, your body turning to face his. “because it’s exhausting, chris. i can’t keep doing this and acting like it doesn’t fucking suck. you act like my boyfriend and then turn around and do some shit that fucks me up so bad i feel like i’m crazy! i let my guard down and then you do some shit like go hang out with girls you don’t even know when you’re supposed to be with me.”
“i didn’t know there were gonna be more girls there,” chris groans, knowing exactly what this was about to turn into. but you didn’t want an argument, you just wanted to be done. “come on, it’s not like i did anything with them.”
you stare at chris, not quite believing him and he senses this. “you were drunk around girls and you didn’t do anything?” you ask him, raising your eyebrows slightly, tone flat. “would matt say the same thing?”
“yes,” chris says instantly and his answer shocks you. he sounded so confident that matt would corroborate his story. “i thought about you the whole fucking night. i felt terrible. i was sitting in the corner of the room by myself texting you, trying to call you, waiting for you to just text me back.”
his hand comes out to rest on your thigh that faced him and you knew you should’ve pushed him off, but something about the way he spoke to you had you believing him, a mistake you seemed to make every time you found yourself in this position.
“chris-“ you start, but he interrupts you, turning his body to face yours as well. “i know you don’t believe me, but you can ask him. you know matt would never lie to you.” he sighs, seemingly distressed.
you’ve never seen him like this, this worried. “you know how hard all of this is for me but i’m trying,” chris continues, his other hand coming out to grab one of yours. “i’m trying. i want… fuck, i don’t know. i want you in a way i’ve never wanted anybody else before and that scares me. i’m used to fucking things up, ruining anything good that happens to me but i talk about you all the time, even when i don’t realize i’m doing it. you’re constantly on my mind.”
you stare at him, your eyes searching his for a thread of honesty, and it terrified you how truthful and remorseful he looked. “chris…” you sigh again, and once more he scoots closer, tightening his grip on your thigh. “i can’t do this-“
“stop,” he interrupts, dropping your hand from his to reach up and tuck a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, wanting to take in your full appearance no matter how disheveled you seemed. “you don’t mean that, you’re just mad at me. listen when i tell you that i’m sorry and it won’t happen again.”
“but it will happen again!” you huff as you push his hand away from your face. “that’s the problem. it’ll always happen again with you and i’m sick of it. all this back and forth, all these emotions that come with being around you, it’s exhausting. i never know what version of you i’m going to get, and sure, it’s been a lot better recently but for what? you’re never gonna be my boyfriend, so why waste my time falling for you more and more when you’re just gonna run off some day?”
chris seems taken aback at your words, his hand that rubbed over your skin pausing for a few moments as he thought of what to say. “why… why do we have to label anything? we enjoy being around each other, we’re not sleeping with anybody else, can’t you just give me time to figure out what it is that i want?”
you sigh, expecting nothing more than to hear him say those words. time. that’s all he ever asked for was time. “i’ve given you time,” you say quietly, defeated. “i’m out of time. i can’t do this.”
he shakes his head, not accepting this answer and he moves quicker than you can stop him, pinning your body down to your bed, his hips settling between your thighs familiarly. “don’t push me away,” chris breathes out, voice full of desperation as he looks down at your wide eyed expression. “come on, you don’t mean this. i’ll get better, i swear. give me another chance.”
you’re about to speak, about to push him away and tell him to fuck off, that you’re serious this time, but when his lips come down and start pressing against your jaw, kissing down to your neck the way he knows you love, the only sound that comes out of you is a whiny breath, head tilting away from him as your eyes flutter.
“there’s my girl,” he whispers against your skin, one of his hands sliding up underneath your tank top, his cold fingers triggering goosebumps on your stomach. “i know you don’t want me to leave. you’d just embarrass yourself anyway when you beg me to come back, tellin’ me nobody else can make you feel like i can. just let me stick around and i’ll make it worth it.”
you reach up to hold onto his biceps, torn between pushing him away and just pulling him closer, but you were never strong enough to push him off of you, especially not right now when it’s been so long, when you craved him so badly. “chris,” you breathe out and you feel his lips curl up as they kiss against your collarbone now, teeth nipping gently at your skin.
“what, baby?” he coos, tone almost mocking as he pushes your tank top over your tits, moving his mouth down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, moaning as he flattened his tongue against you. he craved you just as badly as you craved him if not more.
chris pops his lips off of you, staring down at spit slicked skin. every part of you always tasted so good, whether you had just gotten out of the shower or were covered in a sheen of sweat, he loved having his mouth whenever he could on you, but now as he looked at you, chest already rising and falling as you watched him, too, he needed more.
chris scoots down the bed and wastes no time in slipping your shorts and panties down your legs with your help, throwing them onto the floor haphazardly. you instinctively spread your legs for him the second you were unrestricted, not missing the slight smirk on his face when he saw the slightest glisten in your folds.
“shut up,” you say sternly, wanting nothing more than to smack the look right off of his face. “i didn’t say anything,” chris hums with a prideful shrug, taking off his hoodie and throwing it somewhere as well before he grabs both of your thighs and pushes them up, leaning in and immediately attaching his lips to your pussy.
filthy moans slip from both of your mouths, yours a sound of relief at the feeling of him finally settling where you needed him most and his a hungry groan of desire. despite how toxic things always got between you two, you’d always give into him, unable to stand your ground very long when you would tell him things needed to change.
he ate you out like a man starved, loud slurping noises filling the air as his fingers dug into your skin, holding your thighs apart to keep you spread underneath him.
you reach down and pull the hat off of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair immediately like they always do, holding his face close and refusing to let him move away as he devoured you, deep groans of satisfaction rolling from his lips with every taste.
“f-fuck, chris, i’m not letting you off this easy,” you choke out, voice strained as you throw your head back into your pillow. he doesn’t answer, only hums and slides one hand up until he’s able to dip two fingers inside of you, forcing your thoughts even further back in your head. “oh my- yes, right there.”
his fingers curl and twist inside of you just like he knows you love, tongue still working tirelessly on your clit, bringing you close to the edge faster than anyone else has ever been able to do. chris has always been so good at making you feel good, his tongue, fingers, his dick always taking you to heights you’d never even been able to imagine prior to him, and that fact didn’t change now, even as you tried to cut him off and end things, he was still the only one that could make you feel like this.
just as you’re approaching your climax, chris pulls off and slips his fingers out of you, sliding up the bed between your legs. his free hand comes up to grip your jaw, forcing you to peel your eyes open and look at him as he presses his two middle fingers against your clit and starts rubbing back and forth quickly, soaking in your desperate moans.
“you gonna cum for me?” he rasps, staring into your eyes as your face contorts from the pleasure, your thighs trying to close on either side of him. all you can do is nod while you grip onto the sheets, your orgasm plowing into you violently, entire body trembling.
chris coaxes you through it, only pulling his hand away when you started whimpering from overstimulation, but he only moves away to undo his belt and the button on his jeans, pushing them down just enough to pull his cock from his briefs.
“gonna run your mouth ‘n sound all pathetic and whiny just to fall apart for me, huh?” he teases ruthlessly, wasting no time in burying himself to the hilt inside of you, groaning at the feeling of your walls still twitching from your orgasm.
“fuuuck,” chris breathes, his own eyes fluttering shut for a moment before reopening. you stare up at him helplessly, completely surrendered to him. he was right and you knew it. you’d always give it up to him.
“i’m not going anywhere. i’m right where i belong, buried inside this pussy made for me, ruining you for anybody else.” he’s babbling mindlessly as his hips rock back and forth, your slick walls dragging obscenely over his length.
chris leans down and presses his lips to your jaw again, kissing your skin as he continued to whisper in your ear. “you want me to stay, don’t you? keep making you feel like this? i’m right here, baby, you can’t get rid of me. i’ll say whatever you wanna hear just so i can keep tasting you, keeping fucking you like you need me to so bad.”
tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he speaks, his words soft but harsh at the same time, his fingers interlocked with yours overwhelming your senses. you were so close to having the relationship you wanted with him, but it felt so out of reach. you just needed him to be vulnerable and trust you.
chris pulls back and looks down at you, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, fingers still slick with your arousal, the scent filling your nostrils as you sucked in a deep breath. “you look so fucking pretty when you cry,” he taunts, thumb brushing over your skin as a tear slips out. “just give me time, yeah? you know that’s all i need. you know exactly who i belong to.”
he emphasizes his sentence with a sharp thrust and the gasp that leaves your lips is all he needs for a switch to be flipped, his movements changing from soft and gentle to rough and fast, hips snapping in and out of you as he chased his orgasm now.
“come on, beautiful, give me another one before i show you who this pussy really belongs to.”
you’re completely at his mercy when his fingers work on your clit again, another orgasm cascading over you and triggering chris’s, a loud moan ripping out of him as he spills deep inside you, filling you up like he always does.
you lay there for a few moments, chest heaving as you come down, your hand still wrapped tight around chris’s as he does the same, his face dropping into your neck.
“still want me to go?” he asks, voice muffled by your skin and you can’t help but laugh breathlessly, your other hand coming up to smack the back of his head.
“shut the fuck up.”
a/n: yall fed??? or u need more. lmk. (i already know the answer)