#chriris

[gloomqueen-iris]

(christopher) "I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?” / "Kiss me, you idiot." / "Very good, you had me fooled."

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"Hey, Piper bought them for you and I took the hint of you suggestively leaving them out. We obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to but… they look fun, right?” Fundies. Iris couldn’t not laugh at even the thought.

"Kiss me, you idiot."

"Idiot? Ouch. What if I just started crying right now? I might just not kiss you for another— oh, I don’t even care."

"Very good, you had me fooled."

Iris shrugged, pretending that she didn’t look as torn up about it as she felt. It was seemingly harder to act around Chris, as of late, so she doubted it was a top-notch performance especially when she’d done something that hurt him. “I had to leave. I’m not apologising for that.” Iris finally replied, not meeting his eyes and arms folded tight across her chest— as if protecting herself. “Besides, I don’t… I don’t see why you care.” He doesn’t. He was just looking out for his best friend… right?

[gloomqueen-iris]

[FROM CHRISTOPHER BRIGGS TO IRIS WINTERS] GIFTS: novelty wooden sign to hang in the kitchen that states ‘i’m such a lousy cook, I can’t even boil toast’ (x). ‘ring for sex’ bell (x) and two alt-j tickets for their madison square garden show in march. MESSAGE:

Iris - 

I give novelty gifts every single Christmas. It’s tradition. My choice for your sexual gift was was either the sex bell or the stress ball that looked like testicles. I thought the first one was more accurate, considering I’m your number one booty call. You can introduce me to your favourite band in March. That’s the deal with those tickets. You can’t go to the show with anyone else, or I’ll take them back and go to the show myself with a leggy blonde. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.  You have one more present - my handsome self. I’ll wear a bow on boxing day. You can thank me personally. 

Merry Christmas, Winters. 

- Chris 

[gloomqueen-iris]

(christopher) ✉ ☏ ⁇

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

[ Txt. ] it’s 3am i can’t sleep, sorry if ur not awake. r u awake?

Send ☏ for a loving text

[ Txt. ] So it’s been 3 days since I’ve heard from a sober Chris. Maybe a lil worried, maybe a lil not. You okay?

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

[ Txt. ] thes guy is looking at me wheird so i  m preteding to text yo uy and not loo k dr8nk i cant sotp giggly tho

(This guy is looking at me weird so I’m pretending to text you and not look drunk. I can’t stop giggling though.)

[gloomqueen-iris]

chiris

Falling in love wasn’t the plan.

[gloomqueen-iris]

Do you love Chris?

As a friend? … I’ll get over it.

[gloomqueen-iris]

(christopher) am i feeling what i think i'm feeling?

It was a Sunday morning and Iris was in the land between consciousness and unconsciousness, her breathing even and calm over Chris' bare chest. Maybe this was breaking the rules of the whole "friends with benefits" thing but Iris didn't care. It felt nice. Most things did, with him. At the moment he chose to break the silence, the brunette was conscious enough to hear his words as clear as day. She lazily moved her head to meet his gaze, but feeling inspired enough to reach up the short distance to press her lips against his before parting just as quickly. "What are you feeling?" Iris asked, yawning, but she knew. She knew.