craving established chrismd fluff please where it’s just the domesticity between you two especially in front of the camera and behind the scenes
summary: you join the in the boys live stream to help them with Lego building
content: established relationship, fluff
notes: this one was gonna be out quicker but my internet went kaput and for reason ✌️also I hope you like this bc idk how to feel lowk i also wrote ts a lil drunk n a lil smacked off my tits on pain killers 😔
You could hear them before you even stepped foot into the flat.
They were shouting, borderline screaming at each other, their voices overlapping as they argued over what you assumed was something to do with lego.
You pushed the door open without knocking, there was no need you’d been there enough times to practically be the fourth roommate.
The living room was exactly how you expected it to be. Messy. There was piles of boxes surrounding the table, bags strewn across the floor and rouge pieces dotted around everywhere.
Chris was the first to notice you had walked in.
The other two sat cluelessly as George continued whatever he was going on about.
Before they comprehend what was going on, Chris had already crossed the room to where you stood.
He pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“Oh hello” you muttered into his chest while pulling him closer.
“Oh thank god you’re here,” said pulling away to look at you, “I don’t know how long I could’ve lasted with these two.”
“Wow, really feeling the love.”
George finally turned around in his chair, eyebrows raised.
“There she is,” he said, pointing at you like you’d just walked onto a stage. “The only reason we hang around with Chris.”
Arthur leaned around the screen slightly to get a better look.
“You’re late,” he added, though there wasn’t much bite behind it.
You slipped your bag off your shoulder and dropped it beside the couch.
“Traffic,” you said. “And I had to stop for snacks because apparently none of you planned ahead.”
You glanced at the table, at the half-empty packet of biscuits and the single banana sitting in the middle like it had seen better days.
“That’s just straight up sad,” you replied.
Chris was still hovering close, one hand resting briefly against your back before he stepped aside and reached for a box on the table.
“Here,” he said, holding it out toward you. “Saved this one for you.”
You took it, turning it over in your hands.
A bouquet of pastel Lego flowers.
“Awh you saved this one for me?”
Arthur let out a fake gagging sound.
George looked towards the camera, his face contorted with mock disgust.
Chris shrugged, a small smile tugging on his lips.
“It just made me think of you.”
You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and made your way over to the table, pulling the chair in beside his.
The plastic inside the box rattled as you opened the box.
You reached for one of the sealed bags, tugging at the corner.
Chris noticed immediately.
Without saying anything, he leaned over slightly.
“I know,” he replied easily, holding out his hand anyway. “Just quicker.”
He tore it open in one smooth motion and set it back down in front of you, already reaching for the next one.
Arthur froze mid-build, staring.
George slowly turned in his chair.
Chris didn’t look up, ripping open another bag and sliding the pieces neatly toward you.
Arthur leaned back, folding his arms.
“You guys are disgusting.”
You looked between them, confused.
George pointed dramatically at Chris.
“He’s opening the Lego for you.”
Chris finally glanced up.
Arthur shook his head, trying not to laugh.
“You’re not even pretending anymore.”
George leaned toward the monitor.
The comments immediately started flying.
HE’S OPENING THE BAGS FOR HER
Man is whipped beyond repair
Reader you ever get bored I’m here
If it’s not like what they have I don’t want it.
You tried, and failed, to hide your smile.
Chris rolled his eyes, but there was a faint grin on his face as he pushed the opened bags closer to you.
“It’s called being helpful.”
“No, mate,” he said. “That’s called being down bad.”
George slapped the table, laughing.
You nudged Chris lightly with your elbow.
He leaned back in his chair.
“I’m just speeding things up.”
“Next he’ll be building it for you as well.”
Chris shook his head immediately.
George raised an eyebrow.
You started sorting through the pieces, lining them up according to the instructions.
Across the table, Arthur and George were still watching the two of you with identical expressions, equal parts amusement and disbelief.
Arthur gestured vaguely between you both.
“You two are very domestic.”
“Uncomfortable levels of domestic.”
You didn’t even look up from your build.
“Shut up and focus on your own Lego.”
Arthur straightened slightly.
Chris let out a quiet laugh beside you.
“You’re encouraging them.”
“I’m staying out of it,” he said, picking up a piece and examining it.
George leaned toward the monitor again, scanning the chat.
He turned the screen slightly so everyone could see.
Reader, Chris and their two sons
Yeah arthur shut up and do ur lego
Save her from these hooligans
Arthur shook his head slowly.
“I don’t appreciate the strays I’m catching here.”
You reached across the table for a small green piece just out of reach.
Chris noticed before you said anything and slid it toward you.
Arthur made an exaggerated gagging noise.
Chris rolled his eyes again.
George ignored him, already reading another comment.
“Question from the chat,” he announced. “Oh, here we go,” he said after a moment.
George ignored him, leaning closer to read properly.
“‘Is Reader going to be in more videos or is this just a special appearance?’”
You paused mid-build, fingers hovering over a small pink piece.
Arthur looked up immediately.
“That’s a fair question.”
Chris glanced sideways at you, expression neutral but curious, waiting to see what you’d say.
“‘We like her!! she seems normal compared to you lot.’”
You let out a small laugh under your breath, shaking your head.
“I don’t know,” you said honestly, still focusing on the instructions. “I’ve got a job. I can’t just sit around building Lego all day.”
George leaned back in his chair.
Arthur pointed at himself.
“I’d personally enjoy building Lego for a living.”
Chris huffed out a quiet laugh beside you.
George leaned toward the monitor again, clearly entertained.
“They’re asking what you do.”
You sighed softly, not annoyed, just amused.
“I work,” you said simply.
Arthur looked at you blankly.
Chris nudged your elbow lightly with his own.
“She has a real job,” he said to the camera, tone easy. “Unlike us.”
“She contributes to society.”
Arthur craned his head towards the camera.
“She does more than we do.”
Chris nodded once in agreement.
You tried to hide the small smile tugging at your mouth and went back to your flowers.
The room had settled into a steady rhythm, pieces clicking together, quiet muttering, the occasional sigh when someone realised they’d missed a step.
Then, George dropped his Lego piece onto the table with a dramatic exhale.
Arthur didn’t even look up from his instructions.
“You’ve said that three times.”
George leaned back in his chair, pressing a hand to his stomach like he was on the verge of collapse.
“Yeah, and none of you are listening to me.”
Chris glanced over briefly.
“You ate biscuits ten minutes ago.”
“That was a starter,” George replied.
You tried to keep your focus on the small pink petals in your hand, but a smile tugged at your mouth.
George checked his phone.
George ignored him completely, now looking between you and Chris.
George shook his head immediately.
“No. I want supermarket snacks.”
Arthur finally looked up.
You set your flower piece down and leaned back slightly in your chair.
“We could just go and get some.”
Three heads turned toward you at once.
George pointed dramatically.
“Yes. That. Exactly that.”
“That’s the smartest thing anyone’s said all evening.”
You glanced around the table.
The response came instantly.
Chris was already pushing his chair back before the words had fully left your mouth.
George slowly turned his head toward him.
There was a beat of silence.
Arthur gave a huff of disbelief.
“Didn’t even pretend to hesitate.”
You looked at Chris, eyebrow raised slightly.
He shrugged casually, reaching for his hoodie.
“That is the weakest excuse I’ve ever heard.”
George waved a hand dismissively.
“Just bring back snacks.”
You grabbed your bag from beside the couch.
George answered immediately.
“Salt and vinegar crisps.”
Chris grabbed the house keys from the side table, brushing lightly past you.
Arthur leaned back, watching the two of you head for the door.
“Enjoy your oh so romantic outing.”
“Bring back something decent!”
The door shut behind you, muffling the noise from inside.
Outside, the evening air felt cool against your skin.
You adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder as you stepped onto the pavement.
Chris fell into step beside you automatically, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets.
For a few seconds, neither of you spoke.
Then, without really thinking about it, you looped your arm through his.
He glanced down briefly, surprised for half a second, then relaxed into it.
“Not really,” you said. “Just making sure you don’t wander off.”
He let out a quiet laugh.
You walked in comfortable silence for a few steps.
“They like you being there.”
“They like taking the piss out of you lot.”
A few more steps passed before he spoke again, “I like having you there.”
You turned your head slightly toward him, studying his expression.
You nudged his arm gently.
“You are,” you said, smiling faintly. “You volunteered to come the second I said I’d go.”
“That’s because I’m a great boyfriend.”
He smiled a little, then said more quietly, “The videos are just better when you’re around.”
You squeezed his arm lightly.
“You’re laying it on thick now.”
You softened slightly at that, but kept your tone light.
“I have a job, you know.”
“I know,” he said quickly.
“And I’m not becoming a full-time Lego guest.”
The automatic doors slid open and warm air rushed out to meet you.
You slipped your arm from his to grab a basket.
Chris reached out immediately and took it from your hand.
You walked slowly down the first aisle together, scanning shelves.
You reached for a bag of salt and vinegar crisps and dropped it into the basket.
Chris grabbed a bar of chocolate and added it.
You picked up a pack of sweets next.
He glanced sideways at you.
You continued wandering down the aisle at an unhurried pace.
“You actually should be in more videos, though.”
You stopped walking and turned to face him.
“I sit there and tell you off.”
“And you do it in a beautiful manner.”
You shook your head, smiling despite yourself.
“It is in our group,” he said.
You rolled your eyes and started walking again.
“You just like having someone around to back your corner.”
A small silence settled between you again.
“It’s nice having you around.”
You bumped your shoulder lightly into his.
“You’re being sappy again.”
The night air felt cooler as you stepped back outside, the bag of snacks rustling softly in Chris’s hand.
He carried it without question, swinging it lightly at his side.
You slipped your arm through his again automatically.
He adjusted his pace to match yours.
“You know they’re going to take the piss when we get back,” you said.
“Definitely,” he replied.
“Arthur will say something very over the top.”
“And George will blow this outing out of proportion.”
You smiled slightly to yourself.
Another few steps passed.
Then he glanced over at you.
“You still coming to the next one?”
You pretended to think for a moment.
You squeezed his arm lightly.
“It depends if you save me the good Lego again.”
He let out a quiet laugh.
Ahead, the lights of the flat came back into view, warm, and definitely loud.
You could hear them before you even opened the door.
George’s voice carried down the hallway, loud and dramatic, followed by Arthur talking over him.
Chris unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“I’m telling you! It definitely goes there,” George was saying from the living room.
Arthur immediately spotted you both as you stepped inside.
“They’re finally back,” he announced to the camera, pointing toward the door.
George turned in his chair.
You slipped your shoes off by the door while Chris held up the bag slightly.
George leaned forward in his chair, throwing his arms dramatically into the air.
Arthur glanced at the monitor, then back at you.
“They’ve been asking where you went.”
You walked further into the living room, setting the bag down on the table.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Chris moved around to his seat, dropping back into the chair beside yours.
George went for the bag immediately.
You started pulling items out one by one.
“Salt and vinegar crisps for finchy.”
“Chocolate for mullet boy.”
George grabbed it instantly with a sigh.
Chris leaned toward the monitor, checking the screen.
The chat was moving fast.
George read a few comments out loud.
finally I wanna talk to reader
“God, I think reader is a new fan favourite.”
You rolled your eyes, sitting back down in your chair.
“Well, I am such a likeable person.”
Chris hit his shoulder, before picking up his half-built Lego set again.
“Alright,” he said. “Let’s finish this.”
Everyone went back to their building, occasionally answering questions or throwing a fit when they realised they messed up.
You picked up your flower build again, scanning the instructions.
Chris glanced sideways at you.
Arthur leaned forward, squinting at his own build.
“I think mine’s wrong again.”
George didn’t even look up.
You leaned slightly toward him, pointing at the instruction booklet.
Arthur followed your finger, then groaned softly.
Chris watched the interaction, amused.
“Told you she keeps us organised.”
You shook your head but smiled faintly.
George leaned toward the monitor again.
“They’re asking who’s going to finish first.”
Arthur pointed at you immediately.
A few minutes passed in steady concentration.
You attached the last petal to the stem.
You leaned back slightly, looking at the finished bouquet.
“Yes!” You quietly gasped, slightly clapping for yourself.
You carefully lifted the flowers toward the camera, grinning ear to ear.
George leaned closer to the screen.
SHES SO CUTW LOOK AT HER SMILE
I wanna build Lego w reader ☹️
You laughed quietly, lowering it again.
Chris reached out and adjusted one of the stems slightly.
Arthur finally snapped his last piece into place.
George followed seconds later.
Chris placed his final piece down and stretched slightly in his chair.
He looked toward the camera.
“I think that’s us finished.”
George raised the empty chocolate wrapper.
Chris leaned forward and glanced at the chat one last time.
“Thanks for watching, everyone.”
Arthur and George followed.
Chris clicked the button.
The room felt noticeably quieter without the constant background chatter from the live.
George leaned back dramatically in his chair.
“That was mentally draining.”
You started gathering loose Lego pieces into the box.
Chris stood up and stretched, rolling his shoulders.
Arthur grabbed the empty wrappers from the table.
“I’m going to bin these before we get ants.”
George followed him toward the kitchen.
Within seconds, the two of them disappeared down the hallway, still arguing about something.
The living room settled into a calm quiet.
You stacked the instruction booklet neatly on top of the box.
He watched you for a second.
“You can stay over, if you want.”
“Bit late to head back now.”
You checked the time on your phone.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The flat had gone noticeably quieter.
You stood in the kitchen, rinsing the last of the glasses under warm water.
Chris leaned casually against the counter beside you, arms folded, watching as you set them carefully onto the drying rack.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said.
He reached past you to turn the tap off once you finished, the movement easy.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Just the quiet hum of the fridge and the soft clink of dishes settling.
Then he nudged your hip gently.
You let out a small laugh.
A few minutes later, you were standing side by side in the bathroom.
The light was soft, the mirror slightly fogged from the hot water running earlier.
You squeezed toothpaste onto your toothbrush while Chris leaned against the counter, waiting his turn.
You caught his reflection watching you.
“What?” you asked, mouth half full of foam.
He shook his head slightly.
You narrowed your eyes at him through the mirror.
You rinsed your mouth, setting the toothbrush back in the holder.
He stepped forward to take your place at the sink.
“I was thinking,” he said defensively, brushing his teeth.
He huffed a quiet laugh through the toothpaste.
You leaned back against the counter, arms folded, watching him finish.
After a moment, you reached past him to grab a towel, bumping lightly into his shoulder.
He shifted without complaint.
Back in the bedroom, the lights were low, the room calm and still.
You opened the wardrobe and pulled out one of his hoodies, the familiar oversized one you always ended up wearing.
Chris watched from the edge of the bed as you pulled it over your head, sleeves hanging past your hands.
“You always pick that one,” he said.
You smoothed the fabric down casually.
He shook his head, amused.
“You practically never wear it,” you replied.
“Eh, looks better on you anyways.”
A small smile tugged at his mouth.
You climbed onto the bed first, sliding under the duvet and settling against the pillows.
Chris flicked the main light off before joining you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.
The room fell into that comfortable half-dark, lit only by the faint glow from the hallway outside.
For a few seconds, neither of you spoke.
Just the quiet rustle of blankets as you shifted into place.
Then he reached over and pulled the duvet up properly around your shoulders, tucking the edge in slightly.
You rolled onto your side, facing him.
He rested back against the pillows, one arm draped loosely across your waist.
You relaxed into the warmth without thinking.
Another quiet pause settled between you.
Then you murmured softly, “Today was fun.”
You smiled faintly, eyes already starting to close.
“Told you,” you said sleepily.
“You just like having me around.”
He let out a soft breath, almost a laugh.
