If you're still doing the kiss things, 17 with either Cole or Chris, please!
“Alright,” Jon starts, sitting in his chair and scooting up to his desk. “We’re going to be doing something a little different for this episode.” You were a guest on this weeks On The Spot, as well as the after show For The Win. Aaron and Chris were your opponents, with Barbara as your partner.
“We already won!” You huff folding your arms and sliding down in your seat, as dramatically as you can muster.
“(Y/n), please shut the fuck up,” Jon attempts to sound serious, but you stick your tongue out at him. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Well since you asked so nicely, how could she not!” Chris laughs out and Jon flips him off. You smile at Chris, trying not to blush when he winks at you.
“Moving on!” Jon shouts, standing up and slamming his hands on his desk. “We’ll be doing one challenge, instead of playing another game or so.”
“Well what’s the challenge?” Barbara asks, rushing Jon.
“Dammit, Barb! I’m getting there!” He shouts in reply, making the audience erupt in laughter. Barbara holds her hands up in surrender. “The first person to kiss their crush, wins.” He simply says.
“That’d be a tie!” You scoot up in your seat. “Aaron and Barb are just going to kiss each other!” You gesture towards them and they start the stand up.
“Sit your asses back down!” Jon yells, sitting down himself. “The first person, either (y/n) or Chris, to kiss their crush wins the game.” His voice is calmer as he says this. “Stand up and wait for me to say go.” The two of you slowly stand up and look at Jon, waiting for his cue. When he says, “Go,” the two of you stand there awkwardly. You didn’t want to kiss Chris if he was going to try and kiss someone else. “Someone better kiss someone soon! Or I win!”
Your eyes meet Chris’ and a blush creeps up your neck. Chris opens his mouth to say something and you quickly plant a kiss on his lips. You vaguely hear Jon shouting about how your team won when you pull away, but all you can focus on is how Chris’ face is bright red. He just shrugs and whispers, with a grin on his face,
“(Y/n), I’m sure that I’ll appreciate whatever this ‘surprise’ is…” Chris speaks loudly from the hallway and you can almost hear the air quotes. “But are you almost ready?” “Almost!” You shout back to him from your bedroom. You look yourself over in the mirror, adding the last few touches. The two of you had recently talked about bringing role plays into the bedroom. Naturally, with Chris being such a huge Lord of the Rings fan, you planned to surprise him by dressing as a character from the series. “Well take your time, sweetie,” he says, calmly, through the door. You can tell he’s more impatient than he’s letting off, so you decide to put him out of his misery. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you get yourself into a sitting position. Your legs tucked underneath you. “Alright, Chris! You can come in!” As soon as the words leave your mouth, the door swings open to reveal a grinning Chris. There was no doubting what he was thinking. He pauses in the doorway, opening his mouth to speak. “Wow… You really went all out, huh?” The grin drops from his face and his eyebrows come together in confusion. “You, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck and gestures towards your clothing. “What are you, exactly?” When he asks this, a smirk plays at your lips. You pull your feet out from under you to reveal a pair of hairy hobbit feet. “I’m obviously a hobbit!” You laugh out, watching his face go from confused to amused in only a few seconds. “I can’t believe you stole my idea!” He quickly rushes over to his side of the bed and opens the bedside drawer. He pulls out a pair of hobbit feet that look just like the ones you’re wearing. You both burst out into laughter, meeting in the middle of the room. “You’re unbelievable,” he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist. He attempts to speak in a serious tone. “Now, allow me to put my one ring into your mount doom.” He cracks a smile, breaking character, and pulls you into a kiss. You can’t help but to giggle against his lips, mumbling. “Oh Frodo!”
Okay! It’s Em’s birthday today, so I wrote a little birthday fic! xx
Word Count: 573
"Happy birthday, (y/n)!" Barbara shouts, hugging you. You hug her back and wave a hello to Aaron. "So what are you doing to celebrate tonight?" She inquires. "Got a date?" She nudges you with her elbows and wiggles her eyebrows.
"Well, I'm supposed to hang out with Chris at some point, but I don't think it's a date." You stare at the floor, feeling a bit nervous when you say his name.
"You're hanging out on your birthday. That makes it a date, right?" Barbara looks to Aaron and he simply clears his throat, shrugging.
"We have to go." He says suddenly, grabbing Barbara by the elbow and pulling her gently. She glances at him, confused and then gives you a quick goodbye hug. As they walk away you think you hear him say something like, "It's going to be a surprise." You stand there, perplexed, watching them walk away. Before you can think too much into it, you're startled by a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, (y/n)!" Chris grins at you. "For some reason you look like you're older. I don't know why." You shake your head at him giggling.
"That's strange. I'm not sure why I would look older." You play along with him. "It's not like it's my birthday."
"Oh shit! It's your birthday?" He feigns shock. "Good thing I got you a present, huh?" The grin returns to his face and he lifts one hand to show you a small, wrapped, box. Looking from the box to him, a smile appears on your face.
"You have such good luck!" Laughing, he hands you the box and you unwrap it, pulling off the lid. Inside the box there is two tickets to your favorite band. "Chris! What the fuck?!" You jump into his arms, squealing. You hug for a long moment and then you let go, looking at the tickets again. "Wait, these are for tonight?"
"Yeah I figured we could go." He rubs the back of his neck and continues, "I thought that maybe..." He paused, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his feet. He nervously stares at the ground. Suddenly you understand why Aaron was acting so strange.
"You thought this could be our first date?" His head shoots up to gauge the look in your eyes. "Chris, I'm sorry..." The look he gives you when you say that makes your heart immediately ache. "I'm just kidding! I was joking! Of course I'll go on this date with you!" You tell him, quickly, regretting the decision to go the joking route. You see him physically breathe, as if he'd been holding his breath. He just stands there, lips together in a tight line. "Chris? Are you okay?"
"No," he mummers with a straight face. "I'm fucking great!" He grins and pulls you into another hug. Laughing as you smack his arm.
"I thought you were really mad at me, you ass!" You say, to the best of your ability, your face squished against his chest. "Okay." You push away. "How much were these tickets?"
"Nope!" He puts an arm around your shoulders and the two of you start walking down the hall. "Let me treat my girl on her birthday."
Before then, it was never anything more than friendship. You two had teetered on the brink of romantic but were too scared to ever go over the edge. The both of you sat on his couch while he was watching some movie you weren’t interested in as he played with your hair and you rested your head on his lap, playing Mario Kart on your DS. You tried to ignore that fact the he suddenly went oddly still. However you couldn’t help but jump when he suddenly shut the t.v. off. You looked up at him, shutting off your handheld, and drawing your brows together.
“Whats wrong, Chris?” He didn’t look at you, he just stared at the blank television screen.
“Have you ever thought about… like… us?” You sat up and tilted your head.
“You mean like, us like…a couple?” Chris looked at you, slightly irritated.
“How else could I mean it? It’s obvious we both like each other,” realizing what he said out of frustration, he hunched his shoulders in embarrassment “I mean- at least I think so.” Being too shy to look at him, you took his hand and played with his fingers, running your thumb over his knuckles. Biting your lip, you spoke quietly:
“Well, I do like you Chris.” He laced his fingers with yours and kissed you on the cheek.
The Permanence of Ink (Chapter 1: Coffee and Bugs)
A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting a lot. This was fun to write though!
Warnings: Bugs!
Words Count: 2061 (I always forget to put the word count -__-)
Pairing: ChrisDemaraisXReader
The air was still and the sun made your car feel like an oven. The cicadas chirping in the hedges gave you something else to listen to besides the sound of your loud thoughts. You grasped the steering wheel in anxiety, not paying attention to how hot the leather was. The cheap air-freshener hanging on the rearview mirror swung gently back and forth with the sound of the little bugs. You stared at your wrist in a futile attempt to make the name change.
A familiar car pulled up next to you, forcing you to focus on something else.
"Hey, (Y/N)! What are you doing in this neck of the woods?" Jon parallel parked next to the sidewalk and in front of your car. He hopped out of his vehicle and leant up against your window.
"I'm not up to much, just," you paused, eyes grazing over the name for what seemed like the millionth time "well I just got my first reading."
Jon straightened up in surprise and laughed excitedly.
"No way! Can I see?" You stuck your wrist out of the window for him to read."Wow, what a name."
Pulling back you sunk into your chair and mumbled:
"Yeah. Sure is." Jon put a hand on your shoulder.
"You don't seem too happy." You forced a smile which he did not fall for. He insisted on the two of you going back to his place to talk. Which you weren't even sure if you wanted to. You were in between going and forgetting about your feelings for a while or staying in your room and wallowing in your feelings. However you decided to go anyway, not being able to say no to your friend.
Jon's apartment was always a place you liked to go to when you were anxious anyway. It was comforting. All the pillows and earth tones settled your overwhelmed senses. You plopped heavily on a bean bag surrounded with cushions and kicked your shoes off. Jon set his keys on the counter and went into the kitchen to brew coffee.
"I'm a little offended you know." He spoke from the other room.
"Why?" You called out and waited for his response while staring at the slow moving ceiling fan and reveling in the feeling of the soft carpet on your feet.
"You didn't tell me you were getting your first reading." Still staring at the fan, you were quiet for a few beats.
"It all happened so fast. I barely even knew what I was doing." Jon came back into the room and handed you a warm mug of coffee. You tapped your fingers on the side of the cup, absorbing its warmth. He sat on the floor in front of you and crossed his legs, taking a sip of his coffee.
"So, you want to tell me why you're upset about the reading?" Not sure how to respond you stared at your drink, watching the cream marble the liquid.
"I mean I don't even know who this guy is. I don't even know a Chris. How am I supposed to fall in love with a stranger?"
"It's completely normal for you not to already know him." You leant back into the beanbag and curled up, letting yourself sink into the softness. Taking it as a signal that you no longer wanted to be bothered, Jon got up and went to watch T.V., but not before he draped a blanket over you and took your abandoned cup of coffee. You had such great friends. Gretta did say Chris would be nice. You hoped he'd be as nice as Barbra and Jon. The hum of the television in the other room tipped you over the edge of comfort and you ended up falling asleep. Although you don't remember dreaming too much, you remembered flashes of visions of who you hoped you'd fall in love with soon. After awhile the sound of Jon brewing another pot of coffee woke you up. The bubbling and the whistle of steam was enough to gently bring you out of slumber.
You stared at nothing for a few moments before a thought crossed your mind. You parted your lips in thought about how to form your question.
"Jon?" Your voice was lazy with sleep.
"Yeah?" He walked back in with another warm mug.
"How will I know when I find him? What will it feel like?" Jon sat in front of you again and gripped his mug tightly in thought.
"I mean, I don't really know. It hasn't happened to me yet. I hear it varies for everyone. Sometimes it's a burning on the wrist or the feeling of falling." Neither of those sounded like good feelings to you. When you didn't respond he kept talking.
"I called Barbra while you were taking a nap. The botanical garden is having a flower show tomorrow and we're going."
"That sounded like you included me and I have no choice."
"You'd be correct," Jon gave you a cheeky smile "she told me about all your moping and I won't let you do anymore!" His voice was filled with determination to get you out of your funk. You didn't really see how a botanical garden could be at all interesting and you groaned in frustration, pulling the blanket over your head to try and block out the world.
Barbra and Jon had to pull you out of bed the next day and forced you to look presentable. Maybe you were afraid to fall in love. The thought sure did frighten you. Or maybe you just weren't ready. After all you still had so many dreams you wanted to pursue. But your wandering thoughts eventually focused and all you thought about was how you didn't want to admit your friends were right. The garden was beautiful.
When you walked in past the walls of hedges the smell of flowers made your head happily float. It was the perfect weather. The heat was broken by occasional waves of wind that blew rainbows of petals around your feet. Towering sculptures of butterflies and cute animals made out of flowers and shrubbery surrounded you. Barbra and Jon linked arms with you and you trailed the cobblestone paths lined with bushes of Exochorda Pearl. Eventually Jon became distracted with the men on stilts dressed as Praying Mantises and other spindly bugs, and Barbra became distracted with the myriad of flower cupcakes and other themed goodies. A glass building in the distance peaked your interest and it wasn't hard to escape your distracted friends.
The sign above the door of the building read Butterfly Sanctuary. Unfortunately it was roped off but that didn't stop you from jiggling the handle. Good thing the building was slightly cornered next to a tiny forest of trees because you snuck in when you noticed the door was unlocked. The staff must've been way too trusting. You walked inside the building and it was slightly muggy. The air was laced with the smell of fertilizer and moss. In no particular fashion the place was spotted with flowers and fountains. The arrangements were nothing to behold but what made your jaw drop were the amount of beautiful butterflies that seemed to float on air. They reminded you of the swirling petals from before, but alive and even more elegant.
You walked to a fountain where a bunch of butterflies were perched and stood still, watching their wings flap occasionally. Eventually they started to rest on your shoulders and on the top of your head. Even when you slowly outstretched your hand they landed on your fingers. You giggled at how they tickled and fluttered.
"Seems like they like you," You jumped at the unexpected voice and all the butterflies flew off of you. You quickly turned around in fear and the man who spoke put his hands up "woah, don't worry I'm not staff or anything. I snuck in here too." You shakily laughed your anxiety off.
"I wonder why they closed off this place." You inquired.
"I think it was something about the butterflies getting too anxious with all the visitors." Cocking an eyebrow at the stranger's answer, you walked over towards him a little more.
"Butterflies get anxious?" He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uh, well I'm not sure. I guess most living things do.” The man extended out his hand to shake yours and before you returned the gesture you took in his slightly lanky form and shaggy brown hair. You didn't even realize you were admiring his features. Before too much time passed you shook his hand. As soon as you did, something happened. Oh god. It did feel like falling. Everything changed in an instant. As if he wasn't handsome to you before, suddenly everything about him was beautiful. The entirety of the garden that must've taken hundreds of hours of time and care paled in comparison to they way he looked. Scratch that. You'd even go so far as to say he was incomparable. And boy did that make you feel dumb. Dumb, but completely drunk in your feelings. All those feelings must’ve happened in a split second because he was still introducing himself.
“My name is Chris, by the way.” The name went straight to your core and made your knees weak. You noticed you were still shaking his hand and you quickly pulled away. He gave you a questioning look and you realized he wasn't having the same feelings. Immediately your eyes darted to look at his wrists and noticed nothing was written on them. Oh no. Suddenly all your feelings of fuzzy love were dashed as quickly as they came. You swallowed thickly to soothe your dry throat.
"Uh, m-my name's (Y/N)," Your voice cracked and you covered your wrist with your other hand. Regardless of that awkward moment Chris wasn't running away from you, so you took that as your chance. "it's nice to see someone has the same interest in butterflies as me." What? Why did you say that? It's not like you had a particular interest in butterflies. You said anything to break the silence.
"Oh, I'm not totally into butterflies, I just wanted to see what was in here. But we should probably get out of here before we get caught." Agreeing to the idea, the two of you left. You were afraid to walk out the door because you were frightened at the idea of not seeing him again.
"Hey, uh, Chris, is it?" You tried to make it seem like you forgot his name to sound nonchalant.
"Yeah," he turned to you and gave you a friendly smile "what's up?"
"What are you doing here all alone, anyway?"
"I didn't really have anything better to do," Chris shrugged and looked up at they sky to think of what to say next "hey, you know those guys on stilts walking around? They're having a performance in an hour. Want to come with me?" Your jaw dropped. This didn't feel real.
"Sure. I'd love to." You sounded a little more excited than you wanted to.
"You sure? It's a little sudden. You just seem nice as all." His friendly demeanor never seemed to leave him.
"Yeah I'm here alone too. It's fine." You felt bad for lying but you blamed it on your brain not working right. In the mean time, the two of you agreed on getting lunch at one of the small cafes in the garden. The thrill of getting to know him had you on the edge of your nonexistent seat. You'd never admit it but you walked next to him just close enough so that when either of your arms swung a little too far, your knuckles would brush. For now, it would satiate your want to touch him, but you had no idea how bad your want would get.
Hi! Could you maybe do a Chris image? And maybe the reader and him has to share a couch overnight and he gets an awkward boner and people tease him about it and the story is all cute and fluffy and just, aw! Thanks, sorry if this is too awkward.. <3
((Warning: mentions of alcohol, boners, and cuss words!))
Maybe getting wasted at Blaine’s house wasn’t the greatest idea. At the time, drunk Twister with all your friends seemed like it would be fun, and indeed it was. At the end, you and Chris were the Twister champions and had to contort to the death. Neither of you technically won because you both fell over in your drunken stupor at the same time. However you silently called it a win because Chris was on top of you for a good couple of seconds. When you realized that most of the people there couldn’t drive home, the thought of a giant sleepover would’ve excited you, if there weren’t so little option as to where the hell you were going to sleep.
Immediately you dove for the sectional couch that you knew turned into a pull out bed. Blaine gave you a ten out of ten when you saw your excellent diving skills. When everyone was getting ready for bed you noticed Chis was just standing in the living room, unsure of where to go.
“Aw, Chris, you can come sleep with me,” You patted the other side of the bed to “there’s plenty of room for the both of us, buddy.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel awkward.” He rubbed the back of his neck and hunched his shoulders in uncertainty.
“It’s not awkward, Chris. You’re my friend. As long as you don’t grab my butt in my sleep, we’re good.” He laughed shaking his head,
“Of course I won’t.”
“At least he’ll try not to!” You heard Brandon yell drunkenly from somewhere else in the house. Chris’ face turned flush as he laid down next to you. Before the lights even turned off you were fast asleep, drinking always made you drowsy. The next morning you really weren’t hung over, just a little bit of dry mouth, but when you awakened fully you felt something on the nape of your neck. Turning your head to look over your shoulder you noticed Chris’ forehead was pressed up against you, he was kind of curled up, and his hand gently clung to he back of your shirt. It sure was a cute sight. You would’ve turned over to get a better look but you didn’t want to wake him.
You grabbed your phone from your bag and settled your curiosity by taking a picture of him cuddling next to you. Oh yeah, you’d definitely have to put that on Instagram later. Unfortunately he woke up when he heard you giggling.
“You didn’t take a picture of me did you?” He grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Your response was a giggle.
“(Y/N).” He whined your name as he tried to make a grab for your phone.
“Aw, it looks like the lovers are awake.” Brandon teased as he walked into the kitchen.
“Shut up, Brandon. It’s too early.” Chris stood up still grumbling. As Blaine walked in the room, Brandon started laughing, and as Blaine noticed what Brandon was laughing at, there was a duet of loud laughter. You looked at them curiously,
“What? What did I miss?” You looked over at Chris who’s face was red with embarrassment.
“It’s morning wood you assholes!”
“Bullshit,” Blaine retorted “(Y/N) and Chris sitting in a tree f-u-c-k-i-” you threw a pillow at his face to shut him up.
“Leave him alone you guys! It’s a natural part of life,” you got up, fixed your clothes, and teased “especially when I’m this cute.” While the boys were still bickering you went to the bathroom to fix yourself up. Secretly you hoped it was because of you but you weren’t sure. You really wouldn’t have minded if he woke you up for some fun. When you went to the kitchen you noticed Chris was sitting alone eating cereal.
“Where are the others?” You inquired sitting next to him.
“Fuck if I know.” You could tell he was still embarrassed and a little angry. In an attempt to comfort him you put a hand on his knee.
“It’s really not a big deal, Chris. I’m not a little kid I don’t think it’s gross or anything.”
“I know,” he looked off to the side, still too embarrassed to look at you directly “it’s just…well, I like you a lot, (Y/N).” You sat up straight in surprise, not expecting him to say that at all.
“Like a friend or?”
“Like more than a friend.” Again Chris was retreating back to his hunched shoulders like a turtle trying to hide. You made him put his spoon down, pushed his bowl to the side, and put a hand on his cheek.
“I like you too, Chris.” Suddenly his face got a lot brighter when his smile showed up. You stood up, walked behind him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. Then, leaning down, you pressed your lips against the back of his ear and whispered,
“And who knows, maybe next time I’ll be the one to give you a hard-on.” You heard Chris take a sharp inhale and for the third time his face grew hot.
“Well, uh, I lied before,” he turned to his head around to look at you “it was sort of because I was sleeping next to you.” You gently pecked him on the lips and ran your fingers through his hair.
Hey! So uh, could you maybe write a Chris image? And maybe you're doing a skit or something and have to make out and after the person yells "cut" he's like "fuck, that was amazing" (or something) and the reader makes a sarcastic remark back and later he nervously asks her out and it's sooo cute? Thanks! <3
It’s just a comedy sketch. It’s just a comedy sketch. Nothing more. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself to calm your nerves. You had a crush on Chris for awhile now and you were determined to bottle up your feelings until they fizzed away. But they never did. And with what was about to happen you were afraid you’d finally pop.
It was simple. Chris was supposed to play an over exaggerated cocky womanizer character, and you were supposed to be the pretty passerby he plucked of the street, dipped, and kissed. Then you were supposed to exit. That’s it. No matter how many times you said it’d be quick and easy you couldn’t stop yourself from shaking.
When you heard Chris finish his line it was your cue to enter stage right. The two of you did what your were directed to do. He grabbed you, cupped the back of your head, dipped you and kissed you; but it was no regular kiss. You thought it would just be a jokey sloppy kiss. But he was kissing you with such passion, nipping at your bottom lip and gently pulling at it with his teeth. In that moment you felt a sudden connection with him. The heat between your bodies was hotter than the blazing stage lights. You think what he did surprised the both of you because when he pulled away you saw the whites of his eyes and his pupils blown wide. You could’ve sworn you heard him say an airy fuck underneath his breath.
“CUT!” You heard the director yell from off set.
“I appreciate the enthusiasm but how about no sex on stage today? Let’s have a lunch brake and we’ll run the scene again.” When you left you were worried everyone was going to see your legs shaking like a goddamn newborn gazelle. You went to the water fountain to get a drink to calm your nerves. And maybe lean up against it so you wouldn’t pass out on the floor.
As you were taking a sip you heard someone walk up behind you.
“Hey,” you choked on your water realizing who it was. Eventually you managed to respond with another hey as you were coughing up a lung. Chris looked nervous. His eyes were darting around, looking everywhere but at you, and he was ringing his fingers.
“Look, I’m sorry, (Y/N). I think I got a little carried away there. I-” You interrupted him, mustering up the courage to lightly put a hand on his chest.
“Don’t apologize. I uh,” you paused, searching for more courage “I quite enjoyed the kiss actually. Maybe because I quite like you.” Chris looked at you, stunned.
“Really?” He asked incredulously. You nodded in response. He laughed, trying to shake off his nervousness.
“Well then, uh, would you…like to go out with me sometime?”
“I’d love to, Chris.” Smiling, he gently kissed you on the cheek. He looked at you and said cheekily,
“I can’t wait to do that scene with you again.” You giggled, shaking your head.
“I think if we get carried away again the director will kill us.” Chris leaned down to amorously whisper in your ear,
“Then maybe we should use our time off set a little differently.”
