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[darksturnz]

does artist!chris fw cats

OHMYGOSH i literally wrote a blurb about this last night LOL.

The trailer park playground isn’t much of a playground, really. Rusted swings squeal in protest with every gust of wind, and the slide is more tetanus hazard than fun. You’re here because Lila begged, her tiny hand clutching yours like a lifeline. Her green-brown eyes are wide with excitement, and you can’t say no to her—not when she looks at you like that.

Lila darts toward the swings, her brown curls bouncing as she skips over cracks in the gravel. You follow slowly, letting her lead the way. The playground is quiet, the kind of quiet that usually makes your skin crawl. But Lila’s chatter keeps the eerie silence at bay.

And then, she freezes.

“Star!” she whispers, barely audible but filled with the kind of urgency that sends your pulse spiking. “Look!”

You step closer, crouching down beside her. That’s when you see it—huddled beneath the crooked slide, a tiny ball of black fur with too-big green eyes staring up at you. A kitten.

Lila gasps, her excitement barely contained. “It’s a baby cat!” she exclaims, her voice trembling with wonder. She drops to her knees, gravel crunching beneath her, and reaches out a tentative hand.

“Careful,” you say, though your own heart is pounding in a way that feels entirely too childish for someone your age. The kitten doesn’t move, just blinks up at Lila like it’s too tired to be scared.

Lila’s hand brushes the kitten’s fur, and it lets out the softest meow you’ve ever heard. That’s it. Game over. You’re both done for.

“We have to keep it,” Lila declares, scooping the kitten into her arms with the kind of gentleness you wouldn’t expect from a six-year-old. She cradles it like it’s the most precious thing in the world, and you can already see the stubborn gleam in her eye.

“Lila,” you start, trying for a tone of authority. It doesn’t stick. “We can’t just—”

“Look at her!” Lila interrupts, holding the kitten up like it’s some kind of holy relic. The kitten’s green eyes meet yours, and you’re hit with a wave of something warm and unsteady. Maybe it’s the way it doesn’t even try to squirm away, like it already knows you’re safe.

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” you mutter, half to yourself. Lila grins like she’s won.

Chris is under his car when you and Lila return to the trailer. His legs stick out awkwardly from beneath the Tempest, black jeans streaked with oil. The sharp smell of gasoline lingers in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of December.

“Chris!” Lila yells, and you wince at the volume. She barrels toward him, the kitten clutched to her chest like a teddy bear.

“Careful!” you call after her, though it’s pointless. Lila drops to her knees beside Chris’s car and shouts his name again, her excitement spilling over in every direction.

Chris groans, rolling out from under the car with a wrench in one hand and a scowl already forming. “What?” he snaps, though it loses its edge the second he sees Lila’s face. His eyes flick to you, then to the kitten. He freezes.

“What the hell is that?” he asks, his voice flat, but there’s an edge of something else in it—something sharp and nervous that makes your chest tighten.

“It’s a kitten!” Lila announces, beaming like she’s just discovered the cure for world hunger. She thrusts the kitten toward Chris, who leans back like it’s radioactive.

“No,” he says, almost before the word is out of her mouth. “Absolutely not.”

Lila’s face falls, her bottom lip jutting out in the kind of pout that could crumble nations. “But Chris—”

“No,” he says again, standing up and wiping his hands on a rag. He won’t look at the kitten. Or you. “It’s not staying here.”

“Why not?” Lila demands, her voice trembling. “She’s tiny and cold and she needs us!”

“She needs someone who’s not us,” Chris retorts, crossing his arms. His gaze flickers to the kitten for the briefest second before snapping back to Lila. “We don’t have room. Or money. Or—”

“Or a heart,” you interrupt, your voice dripping with faux innocence. You’re not sure why you’re teasing him; maybe it’s the way his shoulders stiffen every time the kitten moves. “Scared of a sweet little kitten, Chris?”

“Not scared,” he replied quickly, his tone sharp. “Just don’t like ‘em.”

Lila giggled, tilting her head. “You’re totally scared! It’s so tiny, though. What’s it gonna do? Bite you?”

Chris glared at her, his lips twitching as though he were holding back a retort. “I’m not scared,” he repeated, his voice tight.

“Sure,” Star said, crossing her arms. “You just don’t like it, right?”

“Exactly,” Chris said, his tone clipped.

The kitten chose that moment to let out a faint meow, and Chris flinched ever so slightly. Lila and Star exchanged amused looks, Lila’s giggle bubbling over again.

“See? You’re scared!” Lila teased, stepping closer to him with the kitten.

“Don’t bring it near me!” Chris snapped, his voice raising just a fraction.

“Why not?” You ask, feigning innocence.

Chris ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Because I said so. And it’s not staying here.” He pointed at Lila. “Take it to the shelter. Or findsomeone else who wants it. But it’s not my problem.”

“Sure,” you say, drawing the word out. You crouch down beside Lila, mirroring her wide-eyed expression. “It’s okay to admit you’re scared, Chris. Fear is a natural human emotion.”

He glares at you, but there’s no real heat in it. “It’s not fear. It’s common sense. Cats are—” He waves a hand vaguely, like he can’t even articulate what’s wrong with them. “They’re weird.”

“Weird?” Lila echoes, clutching the kitten tighter. “She’s perfect! Look at her little face!”

Chris mutters something under his breath and turns back to his car, clearly done with the conversation.

“So she can stay?” Lila asks, her voice hopeful.

“No,” Chris says without turning around. “Not happening.”

Lila pouted, hugging the kitten protectively to her chest. “But Chris—”

“No,” he interrupted firmly. “End of discussion.”

Lila looks up at you, her eyes brimming with disappointment. You sigh, already feeling the weight of what you’re about to say.

“She can come home with me,” you offer, reaching out to pet the kitten’s soft fur. 

Lila’s face lights up again, and she throws her arms around you, kitten and all. 

She pulled back and reached up, carefully handing the kitten to you. “You’re gonna be a great mom to it,” she said earnestly.

Chris snorted from where he was bent over the engine again. “Yeah, sure. A real cat whisperer.”

You ignored him, cradling the kitten close. It nuzzled into your jacket, its small body relaxing for the first time.

“C’mon, Lila,” you say, turning to leave. “Let’s go get this little guy some food.”

“Okay!” Lila chirped, skipping after you.

You couldn’t help but smile as you felt the kitten’s soft purrs against your chest. You didn’t need to say it out loud to know—you’d just made a new little friend. And, though he’d never admit it, Chris’s reaction had made the whole thing even better.

You glance back once, just in time to see Chris watching you from under the hood of his car. He looks away quickly, like he wasn’t staring in the first place.

“Coward,” you mutter, but there’s no bite to it. If anything, it feels like a victory.

AUTHORS NOTE: it’ll grow on him like he’s a dad who swore he hated the family dog but cuddles it at night (my father)

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[darksturnz]

oh you just gave me the best fucking blurb idea ever. I COULD KISS UR ENTIRE FACE.

would artist!chris stand up for star!reader in a scenario where she'd have gotten into an argument with her father nd chris was around? ps i love them so much they're my babies

oh you bet your buttered biscuits he would, but for the most part stars arguments with her father happen in the private of their trailer which chris has yet to actually go inside!

The sharp crack of Star’s raised voice cut through the stillness of the trailer park, startling Chris. He’d been sitting on the steps outside his trailer, Lila on the ground beside him, sorting through a collection of rocks she’d gathered earlier.

Chris’s jaw tightened. He knew Star and her dad argued often—he’d heard it through the thin walls more times than he cared to admit—but this was different. Louder. More relentless.

“Go inside, Bug,” Chris said quietly, ruffling Lila’s hair.

Lila looked up at him, wide-eyed, but nodded. “Okay,” she said softly, picking up her rocks and heading into the trailer without question. Chris stayed where he was, his eyes fixed on Star’s trailer across the way, tension coiling in his chest.

The door slammed open, and Star stormed out, her face flushed and her fists clenched at her sides. Her steps were hurried, frantic, as if she was trying to escape before the argument escalated further.

But this time Danny followed.

Chris stood, his heart rate picking up as he saw the older man step onto the small porch, his voice ringing out with venom.

“Don’t walk away from me!” Danny barked.

Star didn’t turn around. “I’m done talking to you!” she yelled over her shoulder, her voice cracking with frustration.

“Yeah, of course you are,” Danny sneered, his tone laced with mockery. “Always running away. Just like your mother.”

That stopped Star in her tracks. She whirled around, her eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare bring her into this.”

Chris’s fists clenched at his sides as he watched, his body taut with anger he hadn’t fully realized was building.

Danny’s laughter was bitter, cruel. He stepped off the porch, closing the distance between himself and Star. “You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?”

Star took a step back, her voice quieter now but no less intense. “I don’t think anything about you, Danny. You’re not worth it.”

Danny’s face twisted, his hand gesturing wildly. “Oh, so now I’m just ‘Danny,’ huh? After everything I’ve done for you—”

“Done for me?” Star snapped, cutting him off. “You’ve done nothing but make my life miserable!”

Chris took a step forward, his blood boiling as Danny’s voice grew louder, more cutting.

“You don’t know what miserable is,” Danny spat. “You’re just a spoiled little brat who thinks the world owes her something. You don’t even know how good you have it-”

Chris’s voice cut through the chaos, low and steady. “That’s enough.”

Both Star and Danny turned to see him standing a few feet away, his dark eyes locked on Danny with a quiet intensity that sent a ripple of silence through the air.

Danny’s bravado faltered for a moment before he straightened, puffing out his chest. “This doesn’t concern you, buddy,” he said, his voice wavering just enough for Chris to catch it.

“It does when you follow her outside and keep yelling,” Chris said calmly, though his jaw was tight. “She said she was done talking to you. So maybe you should listen, buddy.”

Star’s chest heaved, her wide eyes darting between Chris and her father.

Danny laughed bitterly, taking a step closer to Chris now. “You think you know her? You think she’s some innocent little girl? She’s a liar. Always has been.”

Chris didn’t flinch. He held Danny’s gaze, his expression unreadable. “That so?” he asked, his voice flat.

Danny’s bravado faltered again, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah. That’s so.”

Chris took a small step forward, closing the distance between them, and suddenly Danny’s posture shifted. His hands stuffed into his pockets, his gaze flickering downward.

“You got a lot to say about her,” Chris said quietly, his tone steady but sharp. “But yelling at her out here, in front of everyone? That’s just pathetic.”

Danny’s face flushed. “Watch it, kid,” he muttered, though his voice lacked the conviction it had moments earlier.

Chris tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Or what?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Danny looked away, his shoulders hunching slightly as he muttered something under his breath and turned back toward the trailer.

Chris watched him retreat, his jaw still tight, until the door slammed shut behind him. Only then did he let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing.

Star was frozen in place, her arms wrapped around herself as if she were trying to hold herself together. She blinked at Chris, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said quietly, her voice hoarse.

Chris stepped closer, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “Yeah, but I did,” he said simply. “y’shouldn’t have to deal with that alone.”

Star let out a shaky breath, a faint, broken laugh slipping through her lips. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.”

Chris shook his head softly, his usual guarded expression softening in a way only Star seemed to bring out. “Guess I’ll figure it out.”

Chris didn’t say anything else, just reached out and intertwined his hand with hers. For a moment, Star didn’t move, her breath caught in her chest, but then she let herself move forward slightly and lean into him, just enough to feel steady again.

“Come on,” he said softly, nodding toward his trailer. “Bug’s probably waiting for you to tell her goodnight.”

Star hesitated but eventually nodded, following him across the small stretch of dirt. The adrenaline was still coursing through her veins, her hands shaking slightly, but Chris didn’t rush her. He kept the pace slow, his presence solid and calm in a way she desperately needed.

When they stepped inside, Lila looked up from where she was sprawled on the couch, her sketchbook in hand. “y/n!” she said brightly, sitting up. “Are y’okay?”

Star managed a small smile, crouching in front of the little girl. “Yeah, Lil, m’fine,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Why don’t we get you to bed, huh?”

Chris watched as Star helped Lila gather her things and tuck her into bed, her voice low and soothing as she promised to look at Lila’s new drawing in the morning. He leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, feeling something he couldn’t quite name settle deep in his chest.

When Star finally stepped out of Lila’s room, she closed the door softly and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. Chris was there, waiting, joint in hand with the stupidest grin she’s possibly ever seen.

AUTHORS NOTE: honestly i forget star isn’t practically moved into chris place with 7 kids on the way already but…😅

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[chrisslut04]

i love them so much its unhealthy.

would artist!chris stand up for star!reader in a scenario where she'd have gotten into an argument with her father nd chris was around? ps i love them so much they're my babies

oh you bet your buttered biscuits he would, but for the most part stars arguments with her father happen in the private of their trailer which chris has yet to actually go inside!

The sharp crack of Star’s raised voice cut through the stillness of the trailer park, startling Chris. He’d been sitting on the steps outside his trailer, Lila on the ground beside him, sorting through a collection of rocks she’d gathered earlier.

Chris’s jaw tightened. He knew Star and her dad argued often—he’d heard it through the thin walls more times than he cared to admit—but this was different. Louder. More relentless.

“Go inside, Bug,” Chris said quietly, ruffling Lila’s hair.

Lila looked up at him, wide-eyed, but nodded. “Okay,” she said softly, picking up her rocks and heading into the trailer without question. Chris stayed where he was, his eyes fixed on Star’s trailer across the way, tension coiling in his chest.

The door slammed open, and Star stormed out, her face flushed and her fists clenched at her sides. Her steps were hurried, frantic, as if she was trying to escape before the argument escalated further.

But this time Danny followed.

Chris stood, his heart rate picking up as he saw the older man step onto the small porch, his voice ringing out with venom.

“Don’t walk away from me!” Danny barked.

Star didn’t turn around. “I’m done talking to you!” she yelled over her shoulder, her voice cracking with frustration.

“Yeah, of course you are,” Danny sneered, his tone laced with mockery. “Always running away. Just like your mother.”

That stopped Star in her tracks. She whirled around, her eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare bring her into this.”

Chris’s fists clenched at his sides as he watched, his body taut with anger he hadn’t fully realized was building.

Danny’s laughter was bitter, cruel. He stepped off the porch, closing the distance between himself and Star. “You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?”

Star took a step back, her voice quieter now but no less intense. “I don’t think anything about you, Danny. You’re not worth it.”

Danny’s face twisted, his hand gesturing wildly. “Oh, so now I’m just ‘Danny,’ huh? After everything I’ve done for you—”

“Done for me?” Star snapped, cutting him off. “You’ve done nothing but make my life miserable!”

Chris took a step forward, his blood boiling as Danny’s voice grew louder, more cutting.

“You don’t know what miserable is,” Danny spat. “You’re just a spoiled little brat who thinks the world owes her something. You don’t even know how good you have it-”

Chris’s voice cut through the chaos, low and steady. “That’s enough.”

Both Star and Danny turned to see him standing a few feet away, his dark eyes locked on Danny with a quiet intensity that sent a ripple of silence through the air.

Danny’s bravado faltered for a moment before he straightened, puffing out his chest. “This doesn’t concern you, buddy,” he said, his voice wavering just enough for Chris to catch it.

“It does when you follow her outside and keep yelling,” Chris said calmly, though his jaw was tight. “She said she was done talking to you. So maybe you should listen, buddy.”

Star’s chest heaved, her wide eyes darting between Chris and her father.

Danny laughed bitterly, taking a step closer to Chris now. “You think you know her? You think she’s some innocent little girl? She’s a liar. Always has been.”

Chris didn’t flinch. He held Danny’s gaze, his expression unreadable. “That so?” he asked, his voice flat.

Danny’s bravado faltered again, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah. That’s so.”

Chris took a small step forward, closing the distance between them, and suddenly Danny’s posture shifted. His hands stuffed into his pockets, his gaze flickering downward.

“You got a lot to say about her,” Chris said quietly, his tone steady but sharp. “But yelling at her out here, in front of everyone? That’s just pathetic.”

Danny’s face flushed. “Watch it, kid,” he muttered, though his voice lacked the conviction it had moments earlier.

Chris tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Or what?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Danny looked away, his shoulders hunching slightly as he muttered something under his breath and turned back toward the trailer.

Chris watched him retreat, his jaw still tight, until the door slammed shut behind him. Only then did he let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing.

Star was frozen in place, her arms wrapped around herself as if she were trying to hold herself together. She blinked at Chris, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said quietly, her voice hoarse.

Chris stepped closer, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “Yeah, but I did,” he said simply. “y’shouldn’t have to deal with that alone.”

Star let out a shaky breath, a faint, broken laugh slipping through her lips. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.”

Chris shook his head softly, his usual guarded expression softening in a way only Star seemed to bring out. “Guess I’ll figure it out.”

Chris didn’t say anything else, just reached out and intertwined his hand with hers. For a moment, Star didn’t move, her breath caught in her chest, but then she let herself move forward slightly and lean into him, just enough to feel steady again.

“Come on,” he said softly, nodding toward his trailer. “Bug’s probably waiting for you to tell her goodnight.”

Star hesitated but eventually nodded, following him across the small stretch of dirt. The adrenaline was still coursing through her veins, her hands shaking slightly, but Chris didn’t rush her. He kept the pace slow, his presence solid and calm in a way she desperately needed.

When they stepped inside, Lila looked up from where she was sprawled on the couch, her sketchbook in hand. “y/n!” she said brightly, sitting up. “Are y’okay?”

Star managed a small smile, crouching in front of the little girl. “Yeah, Lil, m’fine,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Why don’t we get you to bed, huh?”

Chris watched as Star helped Lila gather her things and tuck her into bed, her voice low and soothing as she promised to look at Lila’s new drawing in the morning. He leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, feeling something he couldn’t quite name settle deep in his chest.

When Star finally stepped out of Lila’s room, she closed the door softly and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. Chris was there, waiting, joint in hand with the stupidest grin she’s possibly ever seen.

AUTHORS NOTE: honestly i forget star isn’t practically moved into chris place with 7 kids on the way already but…😅

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