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In which Chris is on a Twitch live with Matt until he sees you cuddled up on his bed. He can’t resist, he has to leave the stream.

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None!! Enjoy loves!

Notes: I’m BACKKKKK!! I took a year off to really focus on my metal health and all I’m going to say is shit was ROUGH. But I’m happy to be back and I’m excited to write again! BTWWW!!! - Portuguese is my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! I consider myself fluent by now but there’s definitely things I could improve on :)

Chris leaned back in his gaming chair, running a hand through his hair as he scanned the chat flying by on his second monitor. The stream had been going for a couple hours now — chill vibes, some chatting, a little bit of gaming, a lot of teasing his chat for being chaotic as usual.

"Alright, alright, who's spamming the heart emotes? I see you," he said with a grin, shaking his head. The chat exploded with "💕💕💕" and "CHRIS IS BLUSHING" and "he's thinking about her." He laughed it off, but honestly? They weren't wrong.

It was getting late, almost midnight, and a comfortable tiredness was settling into his bones. He was about to queue up another game with Matt when his eyes drifted toward his bed that was out of frame. And there you were.

Lying on your side, wrapped in his hoodie (the gray one he never let you steal, except he always did), blankets pulled up to your chin. Your eyes were closed, your breathing slow and even, one hand tucked under your pillow. The soft glow of the hallway light caught your face just right, and Chris felt his entire chest go warm.

He forgot for a second that he was live. "Holy—” He caught himself, letting out a quiet laugh. The chat exploded again.

"WHAT IS HE LOOKING AT"

"CHRIS??"

"he saw her chat he's done for"

"bro is GONE"

Chris smiled and leaned into the headset mic close, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “Yeah I gotta go guys. Matt, im hopping off.” The chat flooded with "WAIT" and "NOOO" and "IT'S HER ISN'T IT." He didn't even read them. He just clicked the "Leave Stream" button, pulled off his headset, and pushed back from the desk.

He padded towards the bed as quietly as he could, but the floorboards gave him away with a soft creak. You stirred, blinking sleepily. "Chris?" Your voice was all fuzzy and warm. "Go back to sleep," he whispered, already sliding into bed beside you. You turned toward him without thinking, pressing your face into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket up over both of your shoulders.

"Stream ended early?" you mumbled against his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, breath warm in your hair. "Yeah," he said softly. "Matt was getting tired." But in Matt’s room, the chat was still flooded with heart emojis and people yelling about how down bad their favorite streamer was. Matt rolled his eyes knowing exactly why Chris left.

Neither of you knew. Neither of you cared. Chris was right where he wanted to be.

A soft moment between you and Chris, where he likes the feeling of your nails scrapping across his scalp..

Chris sturniolo x reader

Warnings: none just soft sugary fluff<3

The air in his room was cold as the day slowly settled into night, the morning traffic replaced by the occasional sounds of passing cars racing to get home and the glittering light of the moon shining through the curtains.

Your fingers were threading through Chris’s hair as the fan blew softly across your intertwined bodies, the t.v. playing some random sitcom.

You then stop scratching his head to reply to a message from Tara asking if you wanted to hangout tomorrow and all you hear is a tiny grunt,

“Chris?”

You said softly looking down at Chris as his face was plastered between the valley of your breasts.

“Did I say you could stop?”

You widen your eyes at his attitude,

“Who are you talking to like that?”

Chris whines and sits up, having his arms extend to cage you between his now toned arms. Chris’s face is inches from yours and you smile softly,

“Keep doing what you were doing…”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion, before smiling at him.

“You’re such a baby, I was texting Tara..”

Chris scoffed and laid back down on your chest pushing his nose into your skin.

“I’m more important..”

You roll your eyes and continue scratching his scalp as he groans at the soothing feeling of your nails scrapping across his head. The feeling making his spine shiver,

“You’re so dramatic and I’m telling Tara about this..”

Chris lets out a lazy agreement, obviously not listening.

“Yeah whatever I don’t care…”