Eli.

˖°࿐ ❝ you're my sick and needy baby. ❞

contains: fluff, bf!chris, no warnings at all.

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ps: english isn't my first language.

it was around 1pm in the afternoon and you feel like bullshit. your head was pounding and aching, your body felt so heavy, your throat was feeling so goddamn dry, and just every worst feeling you can feel.

and so, your caring boyfriend went out to buy you your favorite warm soup from a local market. you're currently curled up in bed, wearing his soft hoodie that swallowed you whole. just as you were about to pick your phone and call him, he already arrived, the sound of a paper bag rustling echoed the kitchen.

"hey baby, you feeling any better?" chris asked you as he walked towards the bed and sat beside you—stroking your hair gently and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "no.. i hate being sick so much." you whined and buried your face on his chest. "i know ma." he muttered against your hair. "c'mon, up. bought your favorite soup."

chris helped you stand up and guided you by holding your waist as you sat down at the kitchen counter stool. your eyes were droopy and tired as you stared at the soup and took a slow sip out of a spoon. "good?" chris asked as he stood beside you and gently stroked your hair. "mhmm.. love it." you hummed and gave him a warm smile.

his heart practically melted at your smile as he leaned down and kissed your cheek. "do you need chamomile tea?" he softly questioned as you hummed in response. "okay, I'll be right back.''

chris began to move as he picked up a mug, honey, a chamomile tea bag, a pot of hot water, and almond milk since he knows what you prefer. a few moments has passed and he carefully handed you a warm cup of tea.

"thank you baby."

"of course, anything for my girl."

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both of you are now cuddling in the couch while watching your favorite show. your head rested on his chest as chris' hand traced lazy circles on your shoulder. he stood up to use the bathroom as you weakly tugged the sleeve of his hoodie.

"mhmm.. don't go anywhere." you whined and pouted.

"okay, okay. so needy, damn" he chuckled softly as he sat back down.

you rolled your eyes at his words and gently hit his arm. "listen here, christopher. im no baby, im a big girl." you pointed your finger at him—trying to look scary and mean, but he just found it adorable and gently lowered your finger.

"yeah whatever, you're my sick and needy baby."

and NOBODY BREATHE I'm savoring this moment.

#armsholyfuckingmamas #BEARD

『 ˚୨୧ Hello Kitty ˚ʚ ᗢ₊ || C.S 』

content: bf!chris, fluff, no warnings at all.

"chrisss, look at this cute hello kitty mug i bought from walmart!" you squealed in excitement and slightly jumped up and down as you show your boyfriend the cute thing that you bought. your facial expression changed when he just hummed in response.

"that's cute, baby." he finally replied, still scrolling through his phone, but his tone is too dry. normally—he'd be amazed and really look at it with a soft smile on his face whenever you bought something, but now? he just took a glance on it and responded coldly.

you're not dramatic or anything, you're just not used to your boyfriend's reaction being like this.

"oh um.. okay." your smile slowly faded as you lowered your hand with the mug. chris' eyes flickered over your figure walking towards the bedroom—the hello kitty mug placed on the kitchen counter as your posture slumped a little bit as you closed the door behind you. "maybe he was just tired?" you thought to yourself.

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a few moments has passed, and chris couldn't get your change of expression out of his mind. he entered you and his shared bedroom and saw you curled up in bed—sleeping like a baby. he quietly closed the door and carefully lied down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he buried his face on the crook of your neck.

"mhm.." you gently stirred. "baby, im sorry." chris murmured through your skin. "sorry for what?" you asked, then you immediately remembered the scene from earlier.

"y'know, the um— the hello kitty mug you showed me? that was so adorable, ma. where did you buy it?"

"from walmart. nothing so special about it tho." you responded back, as if you're playfully guilt tripping him. "baby, it's really cute i promise, but not as cute as you though" he teased, his lips curling up to form a cocky grin.

you tried to keep an angry face, but immediately failed when your smile betrayed you. your head is now tilting and facing away from him to hide your smile "there she is." he gently made you face him by tilting your chin.

"oh shut up. you weren't that excited earlier." you rolled your eyes and pouted on purpose, wanting to be babied by your boyfriend.

"i know, and im sorry."

"nextime, i don't want you to act cold or any of that. do you understand?"

"yeah yeah, whatever." he lazily responded and nuzzled more deeply on the crook of your neck.

"chris." you stated more seriously.

"yes— yes ma'am."

a/n: first time writing fluff, omggg

‧˚ʚ ❝ my Best Friend's Sister is the one 4me. ❞ ɞ˚‧

content: skater!chris, girly!reader, teenage romance, almost getting caught, cursing, slow burn, no warnings at all.

it all started when chris first met you when your brother—nate, brought you with him to his group hangout. all eyes were on you that day, especially chris. when you introduced yourself to nate's friends, chris was lost in your beautiful eyes and of how the way you talked in that soft voice.

nate noticed too, of course. the way chris would be distracted when you roam around your house while they're playing video games, the way he always asked nate if you're doing fine, and of the way chris always gets nervous when you're around him.

since nate is the closest to chris, you'll always see him around your house and honestly? you quietly feel the same too, because who the fuck wouldn't?

you're madly in love with chris without saying it out loud because of how the way he turns soft for you, how he gives you princess treatment, how he's so goddamn attractive, and just basically everything.

but there's one clear rule that nate made for his friends, especially for chris.

to never have you as one of their girlfriend or partner, or else nate will beat the fuck out of whoever hits you up.

he's even more stricter than your mom and dad, but he's only doing this for his sister's safety.

this day, chris and nate are in his room playing their dumb video game again. "beat that motherfucker's ass come on!" chris yelled as he roughly tapped the controller. meanwhile, you're rummaging around your room to find your charger "where the fuck is it?" you mutter to yourself as you remembered that nate borrowed it yesterday, so it must be in his room.

you quickly padded your feet down the hall to your brother's room as you slammed his door open, causing the both of them to flinch and jolt. "jesus christ, ever heard of knocking?" nate huffed.

"don't care. where's my charger?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at your brother. "i uhh-" nate scratched the back of his neck as he looked around. "don't fuckin' tell me you lost it." you thundered with fierce, voice all dead serious now. "yeah no, I'm telling you to mom- MOM!!" you yelled as nate stood up and clamped his hand on your mouth. meanwhile, chris is just sitting there in silence, not wanting to be snapped at by you.

"okay, okay. it's in my drawer no need to fucking yell" nate lets go of you as you rolled your eyes and took the thing you're looking for, storming off and returning to your room.

"damn, is she really that full of attitude or what?" chris questioned nate. time went by and it is now the evening, the street lights glowing outside under the low moonlight. "dinner's served! nate, call chris and your sister" your dad announced as nate and chris padded toward your room.

"hey jackass, come down 'cuz dinner's ready or else I'll eat everything." nate stated as he gently threw a pillow on you. "first of all, i have a name. second of all, you do eat everything. no need to fucking tell me" you snapped back as chris bit a chuckle.

"don't even-" nate argued back but got cut off by chris, already tired of hearing you and nate argue all night. "alright, let's all calm down shall we?" chris said as he stepped between you and your brother. nate leads the way first as you warmly smiled at chris for handling the argument.

"you handle me and nate's conflict very well."

"m'used to it.'' he replied with that annoyingly attractive smile that always made you fold. he placed his hand on your hip to guide you, but pulled his hand away when you both appeared at the dinner table. your family, including chris dug in the food—savoring the taste of honey chicken tenders with mac and cheese.

"so, how's the food?" your mom warmly asked chris "it's so delicious, you gotta show me the recipe." chris playfully teased, earning a chuckle from my parents including me and nate.

the last piece of honey tenders came, and you and nate were already glaring at each other. "i call the last piece," you remarked "no no- i should get it because I'm the oldest." nate responded as he pointed himself. "yeah right, older by one year." you muttered. "guys, you can just share the tender. i know it's good, but we don't get to fight over food like that in front of the table" chris gently said.

your mom and dad nodded in agreement. "that is true," your dad stated "nate, how about you divide it in half?"

the night went by as nate was already passed out in his bed, chris was standing beside the kitchen counter in the middle of the night scrolling through his phone since he was staying over, you suddenly woke up feeling thirsty and went down stairs to get a cold bottle of water.

"chris, why are you still up? it's like two am in the fuckin' morning." you groggily say.

"couldn't fall asleep, went here to get water. why are you still up?" he asked.

"felt thirsty too." you opened the fridge and opened a bottle of water, taking small gulps as it drips down your chin. chris wiped it away as you set the bottle aside. "damn, that's cold ass." you sighed and chuckled along with chris.

"well, i gotta go head upstairs in nate's room." he declared as you suddenly gripped his wrist gently. "already?" you whined as he chuckled low and rumbling though his chest. "well, okay- fine."

time passes by and it's getting late, the two of you continued to talk about random things, laughed quietly to not wake everyone up, and play-fighting. suddenly, chris brought up about how he feels about you everyday. "y'know, i always have this weird feeling for you, like i don't know.. the way you laugh at my jokes, or how you always called me a dork whenever i fail at attempting my skateboarding tricks" you both chuckled.

"maybe i feel the same too."

"you do?" he asked.

"yeah. i mean what i like about you is how turn soft and of how gentle you are to me." you actually looked at him with hope in your eyes.

you can't believe that you're talking deeply to the boy you aren't allowed to fall in love according to your brother's rule—you basically just love everything about chris and right now, nate's rule isn't really important to you because you can't handle yourself to not fall in love with chris. no other man can make you feel warm and happy. no other man can never make you question your worth. no other man can turn this soft for you. no other man except for chris.

"y'know, ma, i love every single detail of you." but after he said that, reality crashed hard like a wave—realizing that he shouldn't be like this to his best friend's sister. "look i gotta go, nate's gonna kill me if-"

"who cares about my brother? he couldn't handle me being so fucking in love with his best friend?" you snapped.

"look, he's just trying to protect you."

"it's not like you'll lead me to danger, right?"

"of course not. im too in love with you to harm you." he said with sincerity in that soft tone he only showed to you. "i like you so much, baby. i always have since the very first day i met you in person." he added.

"i like you too, chris." you confessed back.

no teasing this time. just pure sincerity.

his hands found your waist and leaned down to kiss you, but not until you both heard footsteps on the stairs as chris immediately distanced himself away from you and scrolled through his phone as you turned your back on him, pretending to do something else. both of you are ready to not get caught by whoever the fuck interrupted this precious moment.

"the fuck are you both doing here?" a familiar tone finally filled the silent kitchen.

you cleared your throat as you smacked your lips together. "nate, i was thirsty and got myself a bottle of water. calm the fuck down." you lied through your teeth, but yeah only half of it was true.

nate's gaze darted on chris, suspiciously looking at him. "what? i couldn't sleep and got thirsty too." chris remarked, still avoiding nate's gaze. "uh huh sure. if i found out that the both of you did something else, you two will have a broken bone." he warned, but there's no real bite in it—he'll probably just scold chris or have a deep talk with him.

probably.

a/n: hope y'all liked this oneee (yes i hate nate for interrupting too)