#loser!chris

[55sturn]

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[b3rry-blue]

CHAPTER 2: loser!chris can't seem to get over his obsession with magical!mallory, and hunts for information on the strange night.

WARNINGS: not proofread, cursing, also please keep in mind that everything school-related described in this is completely made up and is meant to be unrealistic. i’m well aware that most high schools aren’t like this.)

Loser!Chris and Magical!Mallory masterlist

Ever since that night of Chris' accident, he’s felt a weird connection with the blue haired girl. He’s seen her everywhere, and he can’t look away. He doesn’t remember much from that night, just bits and pieces of things. He remembers seeing the girl, falling onto the ground, the white light emitting from her hand, and the sight of a lightning bolt that strangely didn’t come from the sky.

He hasn’t found an explanation yet, on how and why that happened. He's researched as much as he could, but only found a few articles on the topic. An article titled,“ Cave in Blackwood found to have possible superstitious elements”, made him go on a deep dive through the girl’s insta account. Creepy? Yes. But is it for a good reason? Yes. He found a post from a year ago, stating she was at a party located next to the cave stated in the article. A week later, she dyed her hair blue and a small lightning bolt tattoo “randomly” appeared behind her ear, which was in the same place and shaped like the one he saw that night. It doesn’t add up.

His last option was to straight up ask her. The hard part is, she’s always around her friends, and the only time she isn’t is after school in the art room which can only be accessed by members of the club.

The way clubs worked in the school was that you could try one out for a week, and then you could decide if you liked it or not, like a free trial. It would also land you access to the art room, which is exactly what he needed. That afternoon, he walked up to the art teacher, Mrs. Madison, and signed up for the free trial.

Now here he is, on his way to the art room for the first time. Chris likes to say that he doesn’t “make art”, but he does, at least if you count graffiti with spray paint. Other times, he doodles on his converse or his notebook, sometimes on the walls of his room. He doesn’t put much effort into his drawings most of the time, but when he does, they turn out to be pretty impressive.

During his free period, he watches her as she walks away from her friends and towards the art room. He follows her, catching the door right before it closes. She walks to her seat and sits down, pulling out a notebook and a pencil case full of.. only pens? There was no pencil in sight, and the case was filled to the brim with different color pens. He thought it was weird, yes, but after his incident, he’s seen weirder things.

He looks around and only sees a few other kids, each of them spread out around the room in their own little creative spaces. He was about to walk to a seat, when he’s stopped by a bubbly voice calling out his name, which belonged to the art teacher.

Mrs. Madison steps in front of him, looking unusually enthusiastic for it to be the middle of the day. She clasps her hands together before quickly explaining everything.

“Well hello, Chris! I’m so glad you could join us! You can pick wherever in the room to sit, as long as you clean up the space before you leave.”

He nods, about to say something before he’s interrupted.

“Today, everyone is working on personal projects, so if you have anything you’re currently working on, feel free to attend to that. If you have any questions or would like an assignment to work on, I'll be at my desk.” She smiles and walks away.

He stands in the same spot for a few seconds, trying to process all of the information he was forced to take in. He finally starts to move over to the empty chair next to the girl, softly tapping her shoulder.

She turns and takes her earbud out, internally panicking at the sight of him.

“Can I sit here?” he asks, getting a silent nod in response. He sits in the stool next to her and rests his backpack in his lap, taking out a notebook and a mechanical pencil. He starts to sketch out a somewhat realistic spider, his wrist flicking with every stroke of the pencil.

The girl was also sketching, just something a little more.. advanced? It was a draft of her “personal project”, a pen drawn sketch of a seemingly distraught young woman with thin, almost shattered wings. Every stroke of hair, every crack on the wings, every detail was in pen.

As the two get lost in their own thoughts, their arms accidentally touch, making both of them jolt and look up at each other. Chris clears his throat and pulls his arm away, looking down at the girl’s paper instead.

“Holy shit, you drew that by hand?” He asks, looking googly eyed. She nods, and he notices the corners of her lips turn up into a slight smile, even though it’s clear she tried to hide it.

“You’re really talented… I don’t know how you do it..”

“Do what?” she asks.

“Focus on one thing for so long. I always get bored or frustrated and give up.” he mutters with a mix of jealousy and admiration.

“Well, I usually draw while my friends are in the room, they somewhat calm me down a lot of the time when I get frustrated.. They help, but they don’t fully… understand my way of… thinking I guess. Like, I don't have a friend that can help me whenever I’m stuck on what details to add.. You know?” the girl rambles on, letting her pen make gentle and light strokes on the paper in front of her.

“Sorry, am I rambling?..” she mutters nervously, looking away and rubbing the back of her neck. Her hair shifts to the side slightly, revealing a glimpse of the lightning bolt mark under her ear.

“No no, it’s okay. Hey… you uh.. got a tattoo? Behind your ear?” He points, trying to act as if he doesn’t know the truth behind it.

“Oh uh.. This? It’s just an old… stick and poke. From when I was younger.” She manages to spew out a lie, but it sounded incredibly stupid.

Chris chuckles and grins, “Right.. Right.. Well.. it looks good.. I like it..”

She smiles.. “Thanks..” She fidgets with her fingers and looks up at him, noticing the small details in his face that she didn’t notice before. The small gold specks mixed in with his sea blue eyes, the light freckles dusted across his cheeks, the scar on his chin.. He was sculpted so perfectly that she couldn’t bring herself to look away— well, at least until he started talking again.

“Mallory, is it?” he asks.

She nods, “How did you know?”

His eyes shift down to her bracelet, with her name in big blue beads on her wrist. She smiles and shakes her head.

“The kid I babysit for made it… She’s the sweetest..” she says with a laugh, fingers toying with the beads. He smiles, and goes back to sketching his spider, only getting a few lines in before he’s interrupted.

“Well it’s unfair that you know my name and I don't get to know yours, don’t you think?” she teases with a grin, waiting for an answer.

“Christopher. But I go by Chris. Y’ happy now?” He lightly nudges her shoulder, receiving a cheeky smile in response.

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✉️: does anyone have any ideas on how chris is gonna confront mallory about the incident?? the only chapter i don’t have prewritten is that one, and i’m supposed to post it next week 😬

[camzeecorner]

𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 the make up

chris sat in his room for ongoing hours, laying down with his head spinning. the thoughts swarmed his mind and it frustrated him. he can’t believe he thought for one second he’d made a real friend. it angered him how he let it bother him so much, he should’ve been used to the feeling by now.

but there was something different about you, something he couldn’t explain. no matter how hard he tried to erase you from his head you always seemed to come back, it was like you were he personal drug.

he was so deep into thought he had completely ignored the continuous knocking at his door, when he finally looked up he was met with an unbothered look from his brother, matt.

“someone is at the door, i think it’s your girlfriend.” chris frowned at his words. girlfriend. it was strange to ever think he’d get there. with a slight pout and mumble chris crawled out of his bed with a huff. as he stood on his feet he hissed at the cold contact with the wooden floor.

as chris slumped his body down the stairs taking longer than necessary he could see your body turned away. he watched as you paced back and forth making his heart warm. you must’ve been worried for him, that made him feel happy.

with a soft smile on your face you watched as he approached you. he looked terrible. his eyes were puffy and he had dark circles. “hi chris.” your voice echoed. the silence was thick and uncomfortable. he couldn’t help but make no sound.

he was lost for words. he wasn’t sure if he should invite you in or not. with a small tug at his mouth he waved. “hey.” he mumbled. his voice was deep and horse, maybe he was sleeping.

“can i come in? so we can talk.” you whispered. he wanted to say yes, but he knew he shouldn’t. he stood silent avoiding your eyes, he knew what was going to happen. you’d comfort him tell him it’s okay, but he couldn’t bear the fact that you lied.

with a silent nod chris stepped to the side allowing you to enter his home. he watched as you smiled softly at him before walking into the cold home. he watched as you walked up his stairs heading towards his room. he let out a deep sigh as he hesitantly followed you.

as you both reached his room he sat on his bed softly allowing himself to sink into the soft unmade bed. “chris.. i just want to say i’m so sorry..” he heard. he blinked up at you through his eyelashes trying to process the moment. with another silent nod he kept his vision away from you.

“Can you forgive me... please? I know I lied... and I’m sorry,” you finished, your voice trembling slightly as the weight of your words hung in the air between you. You could feel your heart racing, each beat echoing the fear of rejection that clawed at your insides. The room felt heavy with tension, the silence almost suffocating, as you searched his eyes for a glimmer of understanding, a sign that they might still care.

the memories of your mistake flashed through your mind, each one a painful reminder of the trust you had shattered. You could see the hurt in his expression, a mix of confusion and disappointment that pierced your heart like a dagger. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, as you recalled the moments that led to this confrontation—the choices you made, the lies you told, and the reasons behind them.

“I never meant to hurt you,” you continued, your voice softer now, laced with sincerity. “I was scared... scared of losing you, and I thought that hiding the truth would protect us. But now, I realize that it only drove us further apart.” You felt a tear escape, trailing down your cheek, a tangible representation of the remorse that filled you. “Please, I want to make things right. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust.”

Chris took in your words, considering a second chance. The air between you felt charged, heavy with unspoken emotions and the weight of your past mistakes. With a soft sigh, he gently grabbed your hand, his fingers wrapping around yours in a way that felt both comforting and reassuring. His grip was firm, yet tender, as if he was anchoring himself to the moment, afraid that the slightest slip could send everything crashing down again.

“Promise to stay by my side,” he said, his voice shallow and soft, each word laced with vulnerability. You could see the flicker of hope in his eyes, mingling with the remnants of hurt and uncertainty. In that moment, you understood the magnitude of what he was asking—not just for your presence, but for your unwavering support and commitment to rebuild the trust that had been lost.

You felt a surge of emotion swell within you, a mixture of relief and determination. This was your chance to prove that you could be the person he needed, the person who would stand by him through the storms of life. You nodded, your heart racing, and squeezed his hand gently in return, a silent promise that you were ready to fight for him.

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this is incredibly short i’m sorry, but i needed to post something

[cherrynflowergarden]

જ⁀➴ mr cool and collected || loser!chris x dreamgirl!reader

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chris couldn’t stop glancing down at his hands as they walked. he stuffed them in his pockets, then pulled them out, rubbing his palms together as he snuck a quick look at her. she was walking beside him, totally at ease, her floral dress flowing around her as she sipped on her pink lemonade. she looked perfect, as usual—confident, elegant, like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, and she was with him.

meanwhile, his hand was practically trembling. he wanted so badly to reach over take her hand and feel just a tiny bit closer to her. but his mind was racing a million miles a minute.

what if his palms were sweaty? what if he accidentally squeezed too hard or too soft? what if she thought he was being weird?

they reached a bench outside the cafe, and as they sat down, he saw her glance over at him, smiling softly. she’d noticed him fidgeting, of course; his nervous energy was practically radiating off him. chris forced a grin and tried to play it cool, holding his iced tea a little too tightly as he took a big sip. he’d decided to go for something new, something different, so he wouldn’t look like a total pepsi addict right off the bat.

then, before he could even register what was happening, she leaned over and reached for his hand. the shock hit him instantly. her fingers were warm, soft, and delicate, fitting perfectly with his in a way he hadn’t dared to imagine. he felt his entire body go rigid, his heart thundering as he stared at their intertwined fingers.

“chris,” she said gently, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she looked at him, “you don’t have to be so nervous around me.”

he stammered, his face heating up. “i—i’m not nervous!” he blatantly lied, though he knew she could see right through him.

she just laughed, her thumb gently brushing over his knuckles. “your hands are kind of shaky, though,” she teased. “and maybe a little bit sweaty.”

he wanted to disappear right there, wanted the earth to split open and swallow him; but then, instead of pulling away, she held his hand a little tighter, giving him a reassuring smile that made him feel, just for a moment, that he might actually be okay at this whole dating thing.

“it’s cute, you know?” she said, leaning closer.

chris managed a sheepish grin, still pink-cheeked but feeling a rush of warmth. “y-yeah… guess it’s cute, huh?”

she laughed, giving his hand one last squeeze. “yep. And by the way, i really like you too. so just… relax, okay?”

he nodded, and somehow, just hearing those words made the world seem a little brighter. as they sat there, hands intertwined, he finally felt like maybe he wasn’t just some loser who got lucky; maybe he really did deserve a chance with her.

but later, as they walked off, she smirked, nudging him playfully. “so, mr. cool and collected, when’s our next date? think you’ll survive it without blushing?”

chris’s ears turned pink all over again. “uh… no promises,” he admitted, grinning shyly. he was still completely unable to believe that she actually wanted to go on another date with him. part of him wanted to pinch himself to make sure this was all real.

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[hearts4werka]

NNN day 15 | Unspoken Words

“A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?”

summary: it’s pouring rain outside and you’re in a heated argument with the so-called ‘loser skater boy’ of the school, Chris about your popular friend group constantly picking on him but you don’t know what you could possibly do about it, in the heat of the moment you accidentally confess your love for him that you’ve been bottling inside of you for ages now, how will Chris react to the sudden confession?

warnings: ANGST, heavy language, pouring rain, arguing, angry love confession, kissing, mentions of bullying & possibly more!

authors note: bro this is coming out so late I’m so sorry I seriously am having trouble keeping up with posting fics everyday I might just change the schedule for every two days so I have time to write the fic so from now on I’ll post NNN fics every two days and I’ll try to make them better too, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The rain was relentless, pouring down in heavy falls as I stood at the edge of the high school parking lot, glaring at him. Chris, the loser skater dude sat leaned against the slick metal of his beat-up board as water streamed down from his dark hair. It was a pathetic sight, really, the way he was looking at me through the downpour like he truly believed I’d stand there and listen to him whine while my friends were making his life miserable just a few feet away. “Chris, it’s not my fault they’re dicks! Just stand up for yourself!” I yelled, the wind whipping my words back into my face. I could see him flinch at the sharpness in my tone, but honestly? He was pissing me the fuck off right now.

“Easy for you to say,” he spat back, his voice rising above the rain. “You think I want to get into it with them? They’ve made my life hell since middle school. And here you are, acting like you’re above it all.” “Whatever, Chris! You could actually do something about it, but instead, you stand there like a pathetic—” before I could finish my sentence, he cut right into the middle of it. “A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?” My heart raced as the fight quickly escalated, frustration spilling out of me like the rain pouring down but hee wasn’t wrong, I could feel my friends laughing as they made comments, snickering at his expense as they walked past us.

I was too stubborn to admit that it bothered me, to admit that I felt trapped between two worlds — my friends who I felt loyal to, and Chris, whose passion for skating and the freedom he radiated off him drew me in. “Why don’t you just tell them to stop?” I snapped, fists clenched at my sides. “Oh, right!” he emphasized each word through gritted teeth, “Because you know they’d listen to me. ‘Oh, look at the loser! What a joke!’” He was pacing now, waves of frustration beaming from him as he glared at me. I could tell he was hurt and that made it worse for me. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation, it seemed every time we met, our discussions turned into a bickering fight.

“Why can’t you just grow a backbone for once?” I found myself shouting, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Chris was the one person I didn’t want to keep fighting with. There was something inside me that pricked me at the thought of him being hurt—something that made me want to shield him from the world, even if I was part of the problem. “I get it, you’re popular, you have to keep up your perfect appearance.” His voice was cold and I hated that I could see right through it. “But that doesn’t mean you need to stand by while they bully someone who hasn’t done anything to you.”

The weight of his words hung between us, and for a moment, we both bathed in the silence, thunder rumbling in the background and threatening to strike. My breaths came ragged, and I could feel the frustration boiling over, a fierce mix of feelings I’d contained far too long. “Do you even care about them?” I shot back, suddenly feeling more bold, “I mean, seriously, do you care that I’m their friend? Or is it just about you being the victim here?” “Maybe if you gave them less attention, they’d stop. Ever think about that?” he shot back with a knife that cut deeper than any of my friends’ insults.

I took a step closer as rain soaked through my clothes, breath hitching as the heat between us crackled. “You think I’m just some heartless bitch, don’t you? You think I enjoy having these petty losers as friends? You know nothing about me,” I spat. He stepped forward, our faces inches apart as the storm raged around us. “So what’s stopping you from saying something? You’re the one with the power in this situation, right?” And just like that, the last strings broke inside me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shake him and make him understand. “You don’t get it at all, Chris! Maybe I don’t always know what the fuck to do! Maybe—” My voice trembled and before I could think about the honesty I’m about to spill, I continued, “Maybe I just didn’t know how to tell you I liked you!”

His eyes widened, surprise sparkling in them and my heart tripped over itself at my confession. My cheeks burned and beneath the rain, I could feel the silence swallow us whole. The storm around us was like background noise as everything I pooled inside of me far too long, unraveling and honest. My breath caught as he closed the distance, moving so smoothly it caught me off guard. “What are you do—” Before I could finish, he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was sudden as if he was attempting to drown out all the noise in my head, all the rambling I would never stop. It felt electric, warmth pulsing through my veins that made the rain fade into nothing.

When he finally pulled away, my pulse immediately started to race. I blinked up at him, confusion swirling inside of me. “Wait… Did you just really kiss me to shut me up?” He smirked, a shimmer of playfulness in his blue eyes. “Maybe,” he replied and I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension slowly dissolving into something lighter, something filled with hope. “So, popular girl, what now?” I hesitated but with a new fire building inside of me I grinned and said, “We show those little bastard who not to mess with.” And as the rain poured and drenching us both, I realized that maybe, just maybe, we’d figure it out together.

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[55sturn]

✮ I’M A LOSER BABY, SO WHY DON’T YOU KILL ME

✮⋆˙ INTRODUCING…

LOSER!CHRIS and MEAN GIRL!READER

“I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU THAT I’M WILLING TO CHANGE.”

“I NEVER ASKED YOU TO, I’M JUST USING YOU, WHY CANT YOU SEE THAT?”

✮⋆˙ loser!chris: loosely tied converse, ripped cargo pants, sticker covered skateboards, malboro reds, sour diesel packed into cherry rolling papers, lil skies, mac miller, deftones, sonder, and tyler the creator. original redbull, bud light, back tattoo of a spider web, a scorpion on his left thigh, a v-line tattoo of a spider coming down from the web and the string/web line that’s attached to his back winds down his ribcage, loves horror movies, prefers skating around in the early hours of the mornings, his signature when tagging abandoned buildings and wrecked cars is an orange dollar sign. has only ever been in love with y/n, despite her never once caring for him or his well-being.

✮⋆˙ mean girl!reader: pink stilettos, prada, burberry, and guess everything, silver jewellery only, pink nails always, pink or white bows in her hair at all times, dainty tattoos of butterflies, flowers, and angel numbers littering her skin that her dad doesn’t know about, a bit of a thriller fanatic, strawberry or cherry lipgloss with tiny sparkles, frank ocean, mac miller, ariana grande, and lana del rey. scared of being along but cannot let people in. strawberry or raspberry iced tea, strawberry kiwi redbull, tangerine flavoured seltzers, will never be caught without her signature silver necklace with her first initial resting right between her tits, purposely wearing low cut tops to show it off. wants to fall in love with chris, but can’t seem to see beneath the dealer aspect of him, and has a tendency to use him for his supply. can be found in the centre of a party or in the back bedroom hooking up with chris before leaving without uttering a single word.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

BLURBS !

✮⋆˙ BLURB 0.1

✮⋆˙ BLURB 0.2

✮⋆˙ BLURB 0.3

✮⋆˙ BLURB 0.4

✮⋆˙ BLURB 0.5

HEADCANONS !

✮⋆˙ SHORT SMUT HEADCANONS 0.1

✮⋆˙ HEADCANON LIST 0.1

MISC [ ASK RELATED BLURBS / ALT ENDINGS ] !

✮⋆˙ BLURB 0.01 [ ALT ENDING ]

STAR’S CORNER: this is to set the tone and inform everyone of the dynamics between chris and y/n in my upcoming fic “I’M A LOSER BABY…”

inspo creds: based off @chrissdollie’s post here and inspired by @muwapsturniolo’s series cyber sex!

[55sturn]

✮⋆˙ ALL THE STARS ARE CLOSER

welcome to my list of alternative universes, which you will commonly see my refer to as “ au’s “ !

SOLAR SYSTEM [ au’s with designated plots, characters, & introductions ]

NEPTUNE: IM A LOSER BABY, SO WHY DONT YOU KILL ME AU

loser!chris sturniolo & mean girl!reader

⤷ he’s been in love with her forever, she doesn’t give two shits about him unless they’re having sex or he’s selling her next fix. but when her life begins to crumble around her and she starts to drag him down with her, she realizes that she truly does care and needs to let go of him until she can fix herself.

SATURN: I MISS YOU, COME HERE AU

ex boyfriend!chris sturniolo & “ sweetheart “ aka ex girlfriend!reader

⤷ they had quite literally ran into one another on her first day of university. he was all flashy smiles and soft charm, she was timid glances and words dying in her throat, and yet she stole his heart. despite her being apprehensive due to him being your typical frat-boy the two fell in love, and they were solid. until they weren’t. but her last year of school places them both in a complicated situation, and their feelings only make it worse.

VENUS: I DONT FUCK WITH YOU AU

ex situationship!matt sturniolo & “ darlin “ aka ex situationship!reader

⤷ the arguments between them are loud. the air between them is charged, tense, and thick. the sex? ten times worse. they can’t stand each other but their sexual chemistry is undeniable. they’ve definitely tag-teamed a bitch before. she’s slept with the girls he’s pursued before he could a few times before and will definitely do it again. he hates her voice but loves her mouth. she hates his face but loves the way it looks between her thighs. they claim they’d never date each other, but are standing ten toes down and ready to fight the second someone else wants one of them. they’re not good for one another, but they never claimed to be.

MARS: CALL OUT MY NAME AU [ COMING SOON ! ]

“ gadget “ aka loser!matt & “ fidget “ aka academic!weapon reader

MERCURY: FWU: SIDE BY SIDE WITCHO BEST FRIEND AU

best friend!matt x “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader

best friend!chris x “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader

⤷ she wants her best friend in ways that friends shouldn’t want each other. he wants her just as bad but between bad decisions and barely restrained desire, they don’t realize what they’re doing is self sabotage. this is not a love triangle, each pairing is its own story and they do not interfere with one another.

CONSTELLATIONS [ au’s with no designated introductions or plots ]

⤷ LEO: wedding date!chris & former best friend!reader

⤷ CASSIOPEIA: single dad!chris & “ silver “ aka childhood best friend!reader

⤷ BIG DIPPER: dealer!chris & crybaby!reader

⤷ LITTLE DIPPER: dealer!matt & naive!reader

⤷ ORION’S BELT: best friend!chris & best friend!reader

⤷ ARIES: best friend!matt & “ babydoll “ aka best friend!reader

⤷ PHOENIX: psycho!chris & psycho!reader

⤷ VIRGO: psycho!matt

⤷ PEGASUS: drummer!chris

⤷ GEMINI: local bassist!matt & “ sonny “ aka bartender!reader

⤷ ANDROMEDA: producer!chris & best friend [ with benefits]!reader

⤷ HYDRA: fwb!matt & fwb!reader

⤷ CAELUM: biker!matt & good girl!reader