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hey cute n horny fuckers, welcome to my blog !
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i’m estella .ᐟ.ᐟ
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｡꩜ ⋆˚ chris girl. she/her. 19. june. black cats. cherries. gemini. brunette. intended lowercase. cigarettes. chaotic. pepsi cherry. 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋
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um he’ll be back i promise !! (once im fully back aswell lmao)
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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ RIDING ENEMY!CHRIS’S THIGH ࿐ྂ
↳ more enemy!chris x enemy!reader here ༉‧₊
the rain outside makes a loud yet comforting sound against the windows of the sturniolo home. you just watched a movie with nick, who invited you over in first place, but he left, for an important meeting.
you wanted to go home as soon as he went out, but the pouring rain stopped you. now, you’re in their kitchen, opening a few cabinets to find some unhealthy snacks to munch on.
a few creaks from someone moving up the stairs makes you whip your head, your expression turning unamused within seconds.
chris slumps up the stairs, phone in his hand as he lazily plops down on the couch. he glances up at you, not even batting an eye before going back to whatever is so interesting on his screen.
you sigh. great. you turn back to the cabinets to look for something, anything you can chew on.
“we don ‘t have snacks.”
his voice sounds bored, unbothered. you glance at him, noticing him man spreading on the couch, grey sweatpants hunched up at his crotch. you can’t help but notice how attractive he looks.
you scoff.
“bet your fatass ate them all?” you bite back, making him send you a lazy grin.
“smart girl.” he mumbles back, his voice dripping in that teasing voice he always uses when he pounds inside you.
you swallow, feeling your thighs uncomfortably clench.
“hm.”
you scoff, taking a look around the empty room before focusing back on him.
you sigh, disappointed in your own body’s reaction, and how easily this idiot can make your heart pound faster.
you lick your lips. it doesn’t really matter, since chris is always in for a fun time with me, he’s a man after all, one who’s horny 24/7.
you slowly walk towards the couch, hesitantly sitting down.
“so…”
“nah.”
he immediately responses back, his eyes sticked to his screen. your expression drops.
“what? you- you don’t even know what i was gonna ask—“
he lets out a dramatic sigh, glancing over at you with that cocky amused smirk.
“so you don’t wanna fuck?”
his easy words make your thighs clench more pathetically. a small blush forms on your face.
“well i- you- you’re annoying.”
he smirks lazily, clearly amused. you groan shifting closer to him.
“well are we gonna or what?” you ask, trying to sound annoyed although your voice comes out too strained, too needy.
he chuckles, putting his phone away and turning to you.
“i’m not really in the mood.”
your eyes widen, him, not in the mood? you can’t believe it, the one time you’re desperate, he is ‘not in the mood’?
you groan.
“chris come on..”
“nah, i have a lot to do..”
he glances at you with a smirk. you groan again, shifting closer to him on the couch.
“chris, you fucked me when your brothers were literally next room- and now we’re alone, a-and you don’t want to?”
he chuckles again.
“needy huh?”
a weak whimper escapes you before you can help it, making his cocky smile widen. he’s teasing you.
“chris-“
“come here.”
he pats his lap, making your heart skip a beat in excitement. you shift closer, about to straddle both of his thigh when he spreads them wider, making you settle on only one of his thighs.
you furrow your brows. he leans back against the couch, looking down at you with a smirk.
a huff slips out, your try to pry your right leg over his full lap, but he tuts.
“nuh uh.. you’re needy aren’t you? fix it yourself.”
you’re taken aback by his words, shoulders weakly lowering.
“you.. huh?”
he smiles.
“cmon needy girl, use my thigh.”
you groan but your hips stutter forwards regardless, and a whimper immediately slips past your lip.
“f-fuck..”
your hips move faster, grinding against chris’s thick thigh to pathetically seek your own release and satisfaction.
he looks at you with that cocky yet lazy grin, clearly amused by seeing you like this.
“mm there we go.. so greedy..”
his words make you moan softly, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. he smirks, his hands gripping your hips to steady you as you just grind against him.
“mmpfh… shit chris..” you moan against his shoulder, pressing a weak sloppy kiss there, an attempt to somewhat convince him to give you more, but he doesn’t. he just sits there, watching you hungrily.
your hips stutter, a louder moan escapes.
“c-chris… please..”
you don’t know what you’re asking for, probably more, more pressure, more satisfaction. he reacts by one of his hands sliding up from your lip to your lower back, before slowly rubbing circles there through your shirt.
in a way, it’s comforting, which is ridiculous. but you can’t help but nuzzle closer to him, your thighs clenching around his.
but his slow movements are merely teasing, almost mocking you for being this pitiful.
“mhm that’s good.. you gonna cum on my thigh like the pathetic little thing you are huh?”
he coos, his voice teasing and rough. you nod without thinking, hating yourself for it.
another whimper escapes you, and you feel yourself trembling in his lap. he chuckles and bounces his knee a few times, letting you finally have the pressure you need.
“c-chris i’m gonna- f-fuck…”
you sob against his shoulder, drool wetting part of his shirt. he hums, his hand still slowly rubbing circles on your back.
you feel your panties soaking even more as you fall apart on his thigh. you pull back after a few seconds, panting and staring at him with wide eyes.
he smirks, glancing at you before his eyes drift to the window.
“it stopped raining.”
he states, and the message is clear, he wants you to leave. you sigh and lift yourself off his thigh, whimpering at the sight of the wet spot on his pants, where you were situated a second ago.
he stretches himself casually, before grabbing his phone and scrolling on it again.
you can’t believe him and he doesn’t even look up when you mutter “idiot” under your breath. you walk away from the couch, putting your shoes back on.
you keep cursing yourself and him for what happened. the only thing you know for sure is that you hate him. you hate chris sturniolo.
a/n not proofread cause i’m a lazy fuck. but hey, atleast i posted !!!
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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ RIDING ENEMY!CHRIS’S THIGH ࿐ྂ
↳ more enemy!chris x enemy!reader here ༉‧₊
the rain outside makes a loud yet comforting sound against the windows of the sturniolo home. you just watched a movie with nick, who invited you over in first place, but he left, for an important meeting.
you wanted to go home as soon as he went out, but the pouring rain stopped you. now, you’re in their kitchen, opening a few cabinets to find some unhealthy snacks to munch on.
a few creaks from someone moving up the stairs makes you whip your head, your expression turning unamused within seconds.
chris slumps up the stairs, phone in his hand as he lazily plops down on the couch. he glances up at you, not even batting an eye before going back to whatever is so interesting on his screen.
you sigh. great. you turn back to the cabinets to look for something, anything you can chew on.
“we don ‘t have snacks.”
his voice sounds bored, unbothered. you glance at him, noticing him man spreading on the couch, grey sweatpants hunched up at his crotch. you can’t help but notice how attractive he looks.
you scoff.
“bet your fatass ate them all?” you bite back, making him send you a lazy grin.
“smart girl.” he mumbles back, his voice dripping in that teasing voice he always uses when he pounds inside you.
you swallow, feeling your thighs uncomfortably clench.
“hm.”
you scoff, taking a look around the empty room before focusing back on him.
you sigh, disappointed in your own body’s reaction, and how easily this idiot can make your heart pound faster.
you lick your lips. it doesn’t really matter, since chris is always in for a fun time with me, he’s a man after all, one who’s horny 24/7.
you slowly walk towards the couch, hesitantly sitting down.
“so…”
“nah.”
he immediately responses back, his eyes sticked to his screen. your expression drops.
“what? you- you don’t even know what i was gonna ask—“
he lets out a dramatic sigh, glancing over at you with that cocky amused smirk.
“so you don’t wanna fuck?”
his easy words make your thighs clench more pathetically. a small blush forms on your face.
“well i- you- you’re annoying.”
he smirks lazily, clearly amused. you groan shifting closer to him.
“well are we gonna or what?” you ask, trying to sound annoyed although your voice comes out too strained, too needy.
he chuckles, putting his phone away and turning to you.
“i’m not really in the mood.”
your eyes widen, him, not in the mood? you can’t believe it, the one time you’re desperate, he is ‘not in the mood’?
you groan.
“chris come on..”
“nah, i have a lot to do..”
he glances at you with a smirk. you groan again, shifting closer to him on the couch.
“chris, you fucked me when your brothers were literally next room- and now we’re alone, a-and you don’t want to?”
he chuckles again.
“needy huh?”
a weak whimper escapes you before you can help it, making his cocky smile widen. he’s teasing you.
“chris-“
“come here.”
he pats his lap, making your heart skip a beat in excitement. you shift closer, about to straddle both of his thigh when he spreads them wider, making you settle on only one of his thighs.
you furrow your brows. he leans back against the couch, looking down at you with a smirk.
a huff slips out, your try to pry your right leg over his full lap, but he tuts.
“nuh uh.. you’re needy aren’t you? fix it yourself.”
you’re taken aback by his words, shoulders weakly lowering.
“you.. huh?”
he smiles.
“cmon needy girl, use my thigh.”
you groan but your hips stutter forwards regardless, and a whimper immediately slips past your lip.
“f-fuck..”
your hips move faster, grinding against chris’s thick thigh to pathetically seek your own release and satisfaction.
he looks at you with that cocky yet lazy grin, clearly amused by seeing you like this.
“mm there we go.. so greedy..”
his words make you moan softly, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. he smirks, his hands gripping your hips to steady you as you just grind against him.
“mmpfh… shit chris..” you moan against his shoulder, pressing a weak sloppy kiss there, an attempt to somewhat convince him to give you more, but he doesn’t. he just sits there, watching you hungrily.
your hips stutter, a louder moan escapes.
“c-chris… please..”
you don’t know what you’re asking for, probably more, more pressure, more satisfaction. he reacts by one of his hands sliding up from your lip to your lower back, before slowly rubbing circles there through your shirt.
in a way, it’s comforting, which is ridiculous. but you can’t help but nuzzle closer to him, your thighs clenching around his.
but his slow movements are merely teasing, almost mocking you for being this pitiful.
“mhm that’s good.. you gonna cum on my thigh like the pathetic little thing you are huh?”
he coos, his voice teasing and rough. you nod without thinking, hating yourself for it.
another whimper escapes you, and you feel yourself trembling in his lap. he chuckles and bounces his knee a few times, letting you finally have the pressure you need.
“c-chris i’m gonna- f-fuck…”
you sob against his shoulder, drool wetting part of his shirt. he hums, his hand still slowly rubbing circles on your back.
you feel your panties soaking even more as you fall apart on his thigh. you pull back after a few seconds, panting and staring at him with wide eyes.
he smirks, glancing at you before his eyes drift to the window.
“it stopped raining.”
he states, and the message is clear, he wants you to leave. you sigh and lift yourself off his thigh, whimpering at the sight of the wet spot on his pants, where you were situated a second ago.
he stretches himself casually, before grabbing his phone and scrolling on it again.
you can’t believe him and he doesn’t even look up when you mutter “idiot” under your breath. you walk away from the couch, putting your shoes back on.
you keep cursing yourself and him for what happened. the only thing you know for sure is that you hate him. you hate chris sturniolo.
a/n not proofread cause i’m a lazy fuck. but hey, atleast i posted !!!
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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ RIDING ENEMY!CHRIS’S THIGH ࿐ྂ
↳ more enemy!chris x enemy!reader here ༉‧₊
the rain outside makes a loud yet comforting sound against the windows of the sturniolo home. you just watched a movie with nick, who invited you over in first place, but he left, for an important meeting.
you wanted to go home as soon as he went out, but the pouring rain stopped you. now, you’re in their kitchen, opening a few cabinets to find some unhealthy snacks to munch on.
a few creaks from someone moving up the stairs makes you whip your head, your expression turning unamused within seconds.
chris slumps up the stairs, phone in his hand as he lazily plops down on the couch. he glances up at you, not even batting an eye before going back to whatever is so interesting on his screen.
you sigh. great. you turn back to the cabinets to look for something, anything you can chew on.
“we don ‘t have snacks.”
his voice sounds bored, unbothered. you glance at him, noticing him man spreading on the couch, grey sweatpants hunched up at his crotch. you can’t help but notice how attractive he looks.
you scoff.
“bet your fatass ate them all?” you bite back, making him send you a lazy grin.
“smart girl.” he mumbles back, his voice dripping in that teasing voice he always uses when he pounds inside you.
you swallow, feeling your thighs uncomfortably clench.
“hm.”
you scoff, taking a look around the empty room before focusing back on him.
you sigh, disappointed in your own body’s reaction, and how easily this idiot can make your heart pound faster.
you lick your lips. it doesn’t really matter, since chris is always in for a fun time with me, he’s a man after all, one who’s horny 24/7.
you slowly walk towards the couch, hesitantly sitting down.
“so…”
“nah.”
he immediately responses back, his eyes sticked to his screen. your expression drops.
“what? you- you don’t even know what i was gonna ask—“
he lets out a dramatic sigh, glancing over at you with that cocky amused smirk.
“so you don’t wanna fuck?”
his easy words make your thighs clench more pathetically. a small blush forms on your face.
“well i- you- you’re annoying.”
he smirks lazily, clearly amused. you groan shifting closer to him.
“well are we gonna or what?” you ask, trying to sound annoyed although your voice comes out too strained, too needy.
he chuckles, putting his phone away and turning to you.
“i’m not really in the mood.”
your eyes widen, him, not in the mood? you can’t believe it, the one time you’re desperate, he is ‘not in the mood’?
you groan.
“chris come on..”
“nah, i have a lot to do..”
he glances at you with a smirk. you groan again, shifting closer to him on the couch.
“chris, you fucked me when your brothers were literally next room- and now we’re alone, a-and you don’t want to?”
he chuckles again.
“needy huh?”
a weak whimper escapes you before you can help it, making his cocky smile widen. he’s teasing you.
“chris-“
“come here.”
he pats his lap, making your heart skip a beat in excitement. you shift closer, about to straddle both of his thigh when he spreads them wider, making you settle on only one of his thighs.
you furrow your brows. he leans back against the couch, looking down at you with a smirk.
a huff slips out, your try to pry your right leg over his full lap, but he tuts.
“nuh uh.. you’re needy aren’t you? fix it yourself.”
you’re taken aback by his words, shoulders weakly lowering.
“you.. huh?”
he smiles.
“cmon needy girl, use my thigh.”
you groan but your hips stutter forwards regardless, and a whimper immediately slips past your lip.
“f-fuck..”
your hips move faster, grinding against chris’s thick thigh to pathetically seek your own release and satisfaction.
he looks at you with that cocky yet lazy grin, clearly amused by seeing you like this.
“mm there we go.. so greedy..”
his words make you moan softly, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. he smirks, his hands gripping your hips to steady you as you just grind against him.
“mmpfh… shit chris..” you moan against his shoulder, pressing a weak sloppy kiss there, an attempt to somewhat convince him to give you more, but he doesn’t. he just sits there, watching you hungrily.
your hips stutter, a louder moan escapes.
“c-chris… please..”
you don’t know what you’re asking for, probably more, more pressure, more satisfaction. he reacts by one of his hands sliding up from your lip to your lower back, before slowly rubbing circles there through your shirt.
in a way, it’s comforting, which is ridiculous. but you can’t help but nuzzle closer to him, your thighs clenching around his.
but his slow movements are merely teasing, almost mocking you for being this pitiful.
“mhm that’s good.. you gonna cum on my thigh like the pathetic little thing you are huh?”
he coos, his voice teasing and rough. you nod without thinking, hating yourself for it.
another whimper escapes you, and you feel yourself trembling in his lap. he chuckles and bounces his knee a few times, letting you finally have the pressure you need.
“c-chris i’m gonna- f-fuck…”
you sob against his shoulder, drool wetting part of his shirt. he hums, his hand still slowly rubbing circles on your back.
you feel your panties soaking even more as you fall apart on his thigh. you pull back after a few seconds, panting and staring at him with wide eyes.
he smirks, glancing at you before his eyes drift to the window.
“it stopped raining.”
he states, and the message is clear, he wants you to leave. you sigh and lift yourself off his thigh, whimpering at the sight of the wet spot on his pants, where you were situated a second ago.
he stretches himself casually, before grabbing his phone and scrolling on it again.
you can’t believe him and he doesn’t even look up when you mutter “idiot” under your breath. you walk away from the couch, putting your shoes back on.
you keep cursing yourself and him for what happened. the only thing you know for sure is that you hate him. you hate chris sturniolo.
a/n not proofread cause i’m a lazy fuck. but hey, atleast i posted !!!
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✎ᝰ. previous part ﹠au masterlist .ᐟ.ᐟ cw: smoking, abuse, angst
‧₊˚✧ chapter 04 ✧˚₊‧
he is standing by his locker, rumbling through the different book and left over chips bags. his jaw is clenched, his eyes squinted slightly into a frustrated expression.
he knows he put it here, but somehow it has seemed to disappear.
he slams his locker close, a bit too harsh, making the people who already thought he was a freak glance at him with even more judgement.
he sighs and throws his backpack over one shoulder, walking towards the exit of the school.
when he’s met with the fresh outside air, his body seems to relax the tiniest bit. he sighs shakingly and reaches in his pocket, pulling out several coins.
he counts them, jaw clenching a bit harder each time when he only sees useless pennies.
he runs a hand through his messy hair, putting the coins back in his pocket and trying to forget them.
and then he feels that same tap on his shoulder, the touch one of the softest kinds. he turns around, being met with your kind eyes.
you send him a small smile, which he doesn’t return. he just raises both his brows in silence, as if asking what the hell you want.
you reach into your back pocket. his eyes widen slightly when he sees you reveal a ten dollar bill, and he glances back up at your eyes, his facade seeming to have fallen the slightest bit.
you smile. the paper is balancing in between your pointer and middle finger as you reach it out for him.
he just stares at it, not attempting to grab it. you let out a small chuckle.
“here, it’s for you.”
hes taken aback in any way possible, not understanding and certaining not knowing how to handle this kindness.
he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, like he wants you to disappear on your own, and that is confusing you further.
you pull your hand back when he doesn’t take the bill and glance up at him, meeting those cold emotionless blue eyes. you let out a shaky sigh before shrugging.
“okay, i’ll text you probably, about the project.”
he doesn’t react once again, and you walk past him, but not before gently patting his shoulder, something that makes the poor boy flinch.
when you’re out of sight, chris allows himself to breathe again. he tries to think why anyone would offer him such a big gift, it’s not like the two of you are talking often. well, you’re the only person he’s ever talked to besides his parents, so for him that alone is already a big deal.
he shakes his head, beginning to walk again, his worn off converses slumping over the ground.
he reaches in his front pocket, which to be fair surprises him in the first place. he never puts stuff there, but somehow in this moment he is drawn towards it.
he lets his fingers brush the inside fabric of his jeans, and then he freezes. he feels something, maybe a note of some kind, since he feels thin paper brushing against his finger tips.
he pulls his hand out, and his heart skips a beat when he sees he holds a 10 dollar bill.
he stares at it, feeling his heart fasten in such an uncomfortable way, it makes his body shiver.
he looks back over his shoulder, a weak attempt to maybe catch your gaze again, but of course you’ve disappeared, leaving him confused.
later that same afternoon he finds himself in the tiny shop on the corner, the same old man behind the counter as always, a big cigar in his mouth.
the old man gives chris a friendly nod, putting out the cigar and already reaching under the counter to reveal a pack of cheap cigarettes.
chris comes here every other day. he has learned the man’s name by now, not because the man told him, but because he kept glancing at the keys dangling out of the man’s pocket.
and after a while, after he kept stealing glances at his pocket over the weeks, he finally could make out the name on the card that was attached to them.
chris hands the man the same ten dollar bill that was in your hands a few moments ago. the old fella takes it, puts it in the cash register drawer and slides the pack of cigarettes over the counter towards chris, who takes it eagerly and stores them in his back pocket.
“thank you sir.”
he murmurs and the man laughs lowly, showing chris his yellow and rotten teeth. he gives chris a wave, which he surprisingly returns, before he walks out of the shop.
he crosses the street, walking automatically towards the park that is near his house.
he finds the same bench, hidden slightly behind all the greens and leaves. chris sits down, pulling out his cigarettes once again and his lighter.
he unwraps the seal carefully, and he finds himself admiring this pack more than all the others.
not because it’s a different brand, not because its a value pack. no, it’s because after all you indirectly gifted this to him, and that same uncomfortable feeling appears in his chest once again, something he has never felt before.
it’s both suffocating and terrifying, but it’s there, and he can’t avoid it anymore.
after a cigarette or two he walks around the park until he reaches home. he walks up the narrow stairs of his apartment building, approaches his door and opens it, being met with the same mess and silence like always.
he walks around his house, on the way to his room he picks up empty cans and bottles, stubbed out cigarettes and left over fast food packages.
he checks if his mother is home, which she isnt, of course, and he wonders if she’ll even get home tonight.
he slumps towards his room, plopping down on the bed and kicking his shoes off. he sighs, pulling his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through random platforms.
he then notices your number saved in his phone, and he can’t help but click on your profile picture, zooming in and wondering why the hell you would want to be partners with him for a schools project and why you would even talk to him in the first place.
it’s getting darker and darker outside, and he’s been staring at his phone for hours now. he already warmed up a microwave meal for himself, since his mother still hasn’t shown her face.
and then suddenly he hears the door unlock, followed by a loud bang. he sighs when he hears various stumbling around, expecting nothing more.
after a short moment of silence, he hears his name, loud, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel an icy shiver run down his spine.
he hesitantly pads out of his room, being met with his mothers glazed over eyes, her expression frustrated as she holds up the empty package of the microwave meal he heated up for himself.
“how many fucking times do i have to tell you that you need to keep your filthy hands off my stuff?!”
she spats, every word coated in a deep layer of disgust as she speaks with a slurred speech.
chris nibbles on his lip, wanting to speak up. he wants to say that this house is of them both, he wants to say that every month he helps paying rent, he wants to say that he buys groceries too,
but the last time he said something, he received a slap, so he keeps his mouth shut.
but of course, just like always, his mothers mood is unstable, whatever he tries, it’s never enough.
her hand meets his face, leaving a stinging red mark on his cheek. he stares at her emotionless, while she throws the empty package on the ground.
“fucking useless.” she slurs, breath smelling like alcohol, weed and god knows what else.
she stumbles on her heels towards the couch, sinking into the pillows, her eyes half lidded.
“clean that up.” his mother mumbles to him from the couch, grabbing a beer can from the ground and pouring the last liquid into her mouth.
chris swallows, rubbing his cheek to soothe the stinging pain. he leans down to pick up the mess, his mothers words never stopping.
“and act like a good son for once, because you’re not doing anything..” she lets out a heartless scoff.
“why can’t you look more like your dad, follow his path.” she mumbles coldly, and chris quickly wipes a tear out of his face, continuing to clean up the mess.
a/n i’m working on making my chapters longer ayeee 🙏 also two posts because i really missed u all <3
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✎ᝰ. previous part ﹠au masterlist .ᐟ.ᐟ cw: smoking, abuse, angst
‧₊˚✧ chapter 04 ✧˚₊‧
he is standing by his locker, rumbling through the different book and left over chips bags. his jaw is clenched, his eyes squinted slightly into a frustrated expression.
he knows he put it here, but somehow it has seemed to disappear.
he slams his locker close, a bit too harsh, making the people who already thought he was a freak glance at him with even more judgement.
he sighs and throws his backpack over one shoulder, walking towards the exit of the school.
when he’s met with the fresh outside air, his body seems to relax the tiniest bit. he sighs shakingly and reaches in his pocket, pulling out several coins.
he counts them, jaw clenching a bit harder each time when he only sees useless pennies.
he runs a hand through his messy hair, putting the coins back in his pocket and trying to forget them.
and then he feels that same tap on his shoulder, the touch one of the softest kinds. he turns around, being met with your kind eyes.
you send him a small smile, which he doesn’t return. he just raises both his brows in silence, as if asking what the hell you want.
you reach into your back pocket. his eyes widen slightly when he sees you reveal a ten dollar bill, and he glances back up at your eyes, his facade seeming to have fallen the slightest bit.
you smile. the paper is balancing in between your pointer and middle finger as you reach it out for him.
he just stares at it, not attempting to grab it. you let out a small chuckle.
“here, it’s for you.”
hes taken aback in any way possible, not understanding and certaining not knowing how to handle this kindness.
he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, like he wants you to disappear on your own, and that is confusing you further.
you pull your hand back when he doesn’t take the bill and glance up at him, meeting those cold emotionless blue eyes. you let out a shaky sigh before shrugging.
“okay, i’ll text you probably, about the project.”
he doesn’t react once again, and you walk past him, but not before gently patting his shoulder, something that makes the poor boy flinch.
when you’re out of sight, chris allows himself to breathe again. he tries to think why anyone would offer him such a big gift, it’s not like the two of you are talking often. well, you’re the only person he’s ever talked to besides his parents, so for him that alone is already a big deal.
he shakes his head, beginning to walk again, his worn off converses slumping over the ground.
he reaches in his front pocket, which to be fair surprises him in the first place. he never puts stuff there, but somehow in this moment he is drawn towards it.
he lets his fingers brush the inside fabric of his jeans, and then he freezes. he feels something, maybe a note of some kind, since he feels thin paper brushing against his finger tips.
he pulls his hand out, and his heart skips a beat when he sees he holds a 10 dollar bill.
he stares at it, feeling his heart fasten in such an uncomfortable way, it makes his body shiver.
he looks back over his shoulder, a weak attempt to maybe catch your gaze again, but of course you’ve disappeared, leaving him confused.
later that same afternoon he finds himself in the tiny shop on the corner, the same old man behind the counter as always, a big cigar in his mouth.
the old man gives chris a friendly nod, putting out the cigar and already reaching under the counter to reveal a pack of cheap cigarettes.
chris comes here every other day. he has learned the man’s name by now, not because the man told him, but because he kept glancing at the keys dangling out of the man’s pocket.
and after a while, after he kept stealing glances at his pocket over the weeks, he finally could make out the name on the card that was attached to them.
chris hands the man the same ten dollar bill that was in your hands a few moments ago. the old fella takes it, puts it in the cash register drawer and slides the pack of cigarettes over the counter towards chris, who takes it eagerly and stores them in his back pocket.
“thank you sir.”
he murmurs and the man laughs lowly, showing chris his yellow and rotten teeth. he gives chris a wave, which he surprisingly returns, before he walks out of the shop.
he crosses the street, walking automatically towards the park that is near his house.
he finds the same bench, hidden slightly behind all the greens and leaves. chris sits down, pulling out his cigarettes once again and his lighter.
he unwraps the seal carefully, and he finds himself admiring this pack more than all the others.
not because it’s a different brand, not because its a value pack. no, it’s because after all you indirectly gifted this to him, and that same uncomfortable feeling appears in his chest once again, something he has never felt before.
it’s both suffocating and terrifying, but it’s there, and he can’t avoid it anymore.
after a cigarette or two he walks around the park until he reaches home. he walks up the narrow stairs of his apartment building, approaches his door and opens it, being met with the same mess and silence like always.
he walks around his house, on the way to his room he picks up empty cans and bottles, stubbed out cigarettes and left over fast food packages.
he checks if his mother is home, which she isnt, of course, and he wonders if she’ll even get home tonight.
he slumps towards his room, plopping down on the bed and kicking his shoes off. he sighs, pulling his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through random platforms.
he then notices your number saved in his phone, and he can’t help but click on your profile picture, zooming in and wondering why the hell you would want to be partners with him for a schools project and why you would even talk to him in the first place.
it’s getting darker and darker outside, and he’s been staring at his phone for hours now. he already warmed up a microwave meal for himself, since his mother still hasn’t shown her face.
and then suddenly he hears the door unlock, followed by a loud bang. he sighs when he hears various stumbling around, expecting nothing more.
after a short moment of silence, he hears his name, loud, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel an icy shiver run down his spine.
he hesitantly pads out of his room, being met with his mothers glazed over eyes, her expression frustrated as she holds up the empty package of the microwave meal he heated up for himself.
“how many fucking times do i have to tell you that you need to keep your filthy hands off my stuff?!”
she spats, every word coated in a deep layer of disgust as she speaks with a slurred speech.
chris nibbles on his lip, wanting to speak up. he wants to say that this house is of them both, he wants to say that every month he helps paying rent, he wants to say that he buys groceries too,
but the last time he said something, he received a slap, so he keeps his mouth shut.
but of course, just like always, his mothers mood is unstable, whatever he tries, it’s never enough.
her hand meets his face, leaving a stinging red mark on his cheek. he stares at her emotionless, while she throws the empty package on the ground.
“fucking useless.” she slurs, breath smelling like alcohol, weed and god knows what else.
she stumbles on her heels towards the couch, sinking into the pillows, her eyes half lidded.
“clean that up.” his mother mumbles to him from the couch, grabbing a beer can from the ground and pouring the last liquid into her mouth.
chris swallows, rubbing his cheek to soothe the stinging pain. he leans down to pick up the mess, his mothers words never stopping.
“and act like a good son for once, because you’re not doing anything..” she lets out a heartless scoff.
“why can’t you look more like your dad, follow his path.” she mumbles coldly, and chris quickly wipes a tear out of his face, continuing to clean up the mess.
a/n i’m working on making my chapters longer ayeee 🙏 also two posts because i really missed u all <3
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‧₊˚✧ chapter 035 ✧˚₊‧
as you enter your last class of the day, you notice him once again. he’s sitting alone, staring at his desk while everyone around him chats with each other.
and then, without thinking, you make your way over to him, putting down your bag on the empty chair next to him.he flinches at the sound and looks up, surprised.
“is it okay if i sit here?”
you ask, voice soft. he furrows his brows, not understanding while anyone would want to sit next to him, but instead of arguing, he sends you a quiet nod, before discarding his gaze again.
you take the seat next to him, feeling the coldness of his presence, the silence killing you slightly. class starts, and halfway through the teacher assigns a project, one where you need to work in duos for.
the classroom burst out in both excitement and annoyance, each students finding their partner without needing to stand up. you glance at chris, who doesn’t seem to be listening to any of this, just slumped back in his seat as he doodles random things in his notebook.
“do you wanna be partners?”
you say, making him look up at you once again, taken aback. his cold blue eyes stare at you, his bottom lip trembling. you tilt your head, waiting for an answer.
and how much chris would like to send you a glare, tell you to fuck off and refuse your offer, he pauses, something he seems to do an awful lot around you for some odd reason.
you notice this slight glint in his eyes and immediately widen your smile. he sighs, before nodding slowly. you can’t seem to let your smile fade, while chris is staring at you, visibly his corners of his mouth are in a straight line.
the teacher explains the project, notes down all the duos and the lesson continues, although this time the silence between you and chris seems to be less suffocating than before.
the bell rings, everyone rushes out of the classroom like it seemed to be on fire. chris does the same thing, not wanting to be here for a single second longer. you catch up with him in the hallway, tapping his shoulder softly, touch undeniably soft. he turns around again, his cold eyes meeting your warm ones.
“is it okay if we exchange phone numbers?”
you ask, making chris look at you unbelievably. he checks your face, somewhat hoping he’ll see a hint of mockery, just because he doesn’t know how to accept kindness like this. but he can’t find any, and when you pull out your phone, he swallows audibly.
“for the project.”
you add, giving him a small smile. he glances down at you before pulling his phone out of his back pocket, making you smile wider. you exchange numbers, saving each others contact.
chris’s mind keeps wandering, because he truly doesn’t understand why anybody would want to have his number saved.
after all, this is the first time he has ever had a conversation with someone, who wasn’t his family.
and he doesn’t like it one single bit.
a/n super super short, you can’t rly call this a chapter lmao i’m sorry, next one will be longer :) alsoooo sorry for not posting oops
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✎ᝰ. previous part﹠au masterlist .ᐟ .ᐟ cw: none
‧₊˚✧ chapter 035 ✧˚₊‧
as you enter your last class of the day, you notice him once again. he’s sitting alone, staring at his desk while everyone around him chats with each other.
and then, without thinking, you make your way over to him, putting down your bag on the empty chair next to him.he flinches at the sound and looks up, surprised.
“is it okay if i sit here?”
you ask, voice soft. he furrows his brows, not understanding while anyone would want to sit next to him, but instead of arguing, he sends you a quiet nod, before discarding his gaze again.
you take the seat next to him, feeling the coldness of his presence, the silence killing you slightly. class starts, and halfway through the teacher assigns a project, one where you need to work in duos for.
the classroom burst out in both excitement and annoyance, each students finding their partner without needing to stand up. you glance at chris, who doesn’t seem to be listening to any of this, just slumped back in his seat as he doodles random things in his notebook.
“do you wanna be partners?”
you say, making him look up at you once again, taken aback. his cold blue eyes stare at you, his bottom lip trembling. you tilt your head, waiting for an answer.
and how much chris would like to send you a glare, tell you to fuck off and refuse your offer, he pauses, something he seems to do an awful lot around you for some odd reason.
you notice this slight glint in his eyes and immediately widen your smile. he sighs, before nodding slowly. you can’t seem to let your smile fade, while chris is staring at you, visibly his corners of his mouth are in a straight line.
the teacher explains the project, notes down all the duos and the lesson continues, although this time the silence between you and chris seems to be less suffocating than before.
the bell rings, everyone rushes out of the classroom like it seemed to be on fire. chris does the same thing, not wanting to be here for a single second longer. you catch up with him in the hallway, tapping his shoulder softly, touch undeniably soft. he turns around again, his cold eyes meeting your warm ones.
“is it okay if we exchange phone numbers?”
you ask, making chris look at you unbelievably. he checks your face, somewhat hoping he’ll see a hint of mockery, just because he doesn’t know how to accept kindness like this. but he can’t find any, and when you pull out your phone, he swallows audibly.
“for the project.”
you add, giving him a small smile. he glances down at you before pulling his phone out of his back pocket, making you smile wider. you exchange numbers, saving each others contact.
chris’s mind keeps wandering, because he truly doesn’t understand why anybody would want to have his number saved.
after all, this is the first time he has ever had a conversation with someone, who wasn’t his family.
and he doesn’t like it one single bit.
a/n super super short, you can’t rly call this a chapter lmao i’m sorry, next one will be longer :) alsoooo sorry for not posting oops
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how can ANYONE pick frat boy chris over this
bro goes from intimidating to super cute in a few seconds
he’s just three apples tall 🥹🥹🥹🥹
i wanna put him in my pocket and give him tiny kisses
