#chrason

[natepat]

Send me a Youtuber ship, and I’ll tell you what it says about you

Whether it’s crack ships, dead ships, or ships that float, I don’t care, send them in.

[yearningsea]

Matpat kisses Stephanie during the Kindergarden Stream 

aka The Cutest Moment In History

[emotionally-indecisive]

I’m mad. I’m M.A.D. I’m still kinda new to the fandom but I remember joining and growing aware of Jason and Chris’s existence and being like ‘Hey, thank god the gtlive fandom is pure’ (ignoring the occasional stephew nsfw) ‘Thank god, cuz I’ve been in some weird weird sinful fandoms so this is a good change. I thought they’d be shipping the two poor employees but hey, happy surprise.’ and I was happy and I enjoyed my FOUR WEEKS of pure innocent bliss.

But then. BUT THEN YOU HAD TO START SHIPPING THEM AND NOW THERE’S A SHIP NAME. AND WORST OF ALL IM KINDA GETTING INTO IT YOU THIRSTY RAINBOWS. Here I was thinking I could be in a fandom sin free but NOOOO of course not.

So you know what? You like the greek cryptid nerd so much is that so? 

HERE

HAVE SOME PHOTOS OF THE CRYPTID MAN

ALSO HAVE SOME FACTS ABOUT CHRIS:

He smokes/smoked

He’s still really young, probably around 24 or something

He drinks wildly

He had a really big beard before

He cut his hair very recently, it looks fresh

THERE

HAIL TO THE CHRASON KING @six-and-a-half-dollar-man

[chrason-ftw-blog]

As I slipped on Jason’s hoodie, I smiled. It was quite warm, soft, and it smelled like him. Jason was off at work setting up the stream. I was at home miserable from a cold. I pulled up his sweatpants around my waist tightening the tie so it wouldn’t fall off. I’m a small guy so I’ve got a tinier waist than him. As I watched the stream I texted Jason to tell him he was doing a great job.

To Jason:

You’re doing a great job baby, I love you.

From Jason:

Thanks Chrissy, I love you too.

“Why are you blushing?” Matthew smirked at Jason.

“Uh-uh um- um.” He stuttered. Matthew started to turn the camera around. Suddenly I saw Jason, who was currently a blushing mess, on stream. I smiled at his cuteness. Matthew turned the camera back around but I could just tell that Jason was still blushing.

“Whatever bud.” Steph smiled, shaking her head.

~Time skip~

I heard the door unlock signaling that Jason was home. He walked up to our room and opened the door and sat on the bed.

“Baby you should be sleep- is that my hoodie?” He questioned.

“Uhhh- yes. It was warm and it smelled like you. I’m also wearing your sweatpants.” I blushed.

Jason’s POV:

Though he is sick he still looks cute. The arms of the hoodie are bigger than his arms, causing sweaterpaws which are absolutely adorable. He had the hood up which made him even more adorable. So I don’t mind him wearing my clothing. He looks cute in it. After we had dinner we were both tired and we decided to go to sleep. I kissed I’m on the cheek as he curled up into my arms.

“Night babe.” I pulled him closer.

“Goodnight J.” He smiled, quickly falling asleep

(My first ficlet inspired by @six-and-a-half-dollar-man)

[mostleemorethansmut]

Softly: Strikes back

Jason sucked on his partner’s lips. Chris hummed into and pressed his sweaty naked body up against Jason’s. Chris panted, their sexual escapades finally dying down and the afterglow setting in.

Jason, in the mean time, was happily sucking and biting Chris’s lip. He had a bit of energy left over and was stroking his ‘playtime partner’ happily. STROKING HIS CHEST! before anyone gets any ideas.

Chris roamed his hands up Jason’s back and dragged his dripping hands through the man’s sopping hair. “That was a lot of fun,” declared Chris.

“You were great,” agreed Jason. He played with the other man’s hair. Jason kissed along the other man’s jawline.

“What about Matt and Steph?” asked Chris nervously, cuddling up to the blonde’s chest.

“I won’t tell you won’t,” Jason allowed.

Chris laughed. “I’m much worried about one of us telling and one of them finding us in their closet.”

*

Stephanie awoke. She stared nervously. At the closet. Their closet. The closet she kept clothes in. The closet her husband recorded in. The closet where, should her dreams be believed, her employees were…

Stephanie tried to shake off those thoughts. She moved over to her husband and curled up with him. “Just think about Matthew,” she thought to herself, “just think of Matthew. Just think of-”

Stephanie got up and walked over to the closet. She opened up the closet to find no one there. Validated, she headed back to bed.

{{Why do I write these things?}}