#chris naked in New York

[hideousvampire]

wyd when the EVIL brother au pull up

i have a very big lack of digital art this time

[whoswearingthetrousers]

I don’t usually post edits on here they usually stay on my Twitter but I miss my boy Chris too much I need to make it everyone’s problem

[ no1 party anthem - arctic monkeys ]

[peri-grin]

art trade with @nutsackx 🫶

[chisfics]

through the phone

"wanna go out?" "its 2 AM, Daniel" "look outside"

[gay-poet-gabriel]

im halfway through now i lay me down to sleep btw guys

@calix-amini @i-like-ratsssss @fictionalcharactergraveyard @terminally-outsiders-obsessed

[bollface]

˚˖��ִ໋ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 . . . .˚

pairing — ruben x chris

warnings — illegal fights, talk of violence, hurt/comfort, sad boy ruben, this is short

prompt — Chris takes care of ruben

show — shootfighter & naked in New York

"And the winner is Ruben!" The announcer yelled into the mic, raising the blonde's hand; the man was bruised, bloodied, and ached with sorrow and pain; he stared at the twitching bloodied body of his opponent on the mat, seeing how men picked up the body and dragged him out the cage.

He had gone light on him, kept him alive, and didn't finish him like Mr. Lee wanted. The guy had a family; Ruben had talked to him before their fight, two little girls and a wife.

Ruben felt guilt and sorrow for the man, but he needed money too; living in New York wasn't all sunshine and rainbows; money didn't grow from trees; this way was one way for Ruben to earn decent money for his rent.

But it might not seem like that today; he had given the man mercy; Mr. Lee didn't believe in that bullshit, kill a man or have a man kill you; Mr. Lee dangles the money in front of his face with a price, finish the man and you'll earn your keep, Ruben didn't hold his other side of the bargain.

"You've disappointed me, Ruben," Mr. Lee sighed, tapping the thick cigar into his ashtray. Ruben stood in front of the man, face still bruised and still bloodied but kept on a down low, harmed body covered by a long sleeve.

"I-I couldn't…The guy has a family…What I did to him…that's enough, right? Just pay me half, and I'll work harder in the next fight." Ruben winced; his blue eyes looked pained as he walked closer, but he stopped when Mr. Lee raised his hand.

"Aht-aht-aht….you've failed me, Ruben, I sadly had to say…no money today, you've failed what I asked you to do….simple as that, Mr. Patterson… bye-bye now," the older man waved his hand to him.

Ruben's shoulders sagged down, and he turned around slowly, limping out of the secluded building and walking down the streets of New York. The blurring lights hurt his eyes, and the car's honking and screeching sounds made his ears bleed and his headache.

Chris was sitting on the couch of his apartment, looking over a screenplay his friend Jake had sent him, which resembled the Princess Bride.

He was having a peaceful night until he heard a loud thun against his apartment door; he had stopped everything, dropping the packet on the coffee table and standing up, slowly walking to the door with caution; maybe it was an animal that bumped into his door or a homeless man sleeping against it.

He slowly opened the door, peeking his head through the gap, "What the fuck?!" He gasped, seeing his pretty boyfriend slumped against the floor, a gym bag on his lap, and blood and tears mixed on his face.

"Ruben, holy—what happened?" He asked as he went and helped Ruben up, hearing the sharp inhale of breath and the slight whine, "fight…" Ruben whispered, his eyes blinking slowly; he was losing consciousness; blood was still coming out of his nose and mouth.

Chris pouted, carrying him into the living room and laying him down on the couch, not caring that the white fabric would be stained red, "I'll be back," He whispered, caressing Ruben's dirty hair and kissing his forehead.

"Don't bother….. I'm okay," the blonde slurred, waving his bruised hand. Chris shook his head, went to his kitchen, grabbed a first-aid, a glass of water filled with salt, and a regular glass of water.

"you look like you're hanging off the thread…what even happened? What fight for you like this?" Chris questioned, setting things up on the coffee table, kneeling next to the couch, and slowly moving to grab Ruben's face.

Examining every cut, every bruise, and every speck of blood on his pretty face, "fight…" Ruben mumbled; Chris frowned as he opened the first-aid kit, grabbing the alcohol wipes packet, "Was it against a fucking wrestler? I don't like that you go and come back like this; what if you don't even come back one day?"

Chris started cleaning the cuts on Ruben's face, hesitating with every sharp wince the blonde made, "Just…Have to. I'll be safe," Ruben mumbled, bringing his hand to Chris's cheek, his thumb caressing his face.

"But what if you're not…I can't live with mourning over you." Chris continued to clean the wounds, changing constantly from alcohol wipes to the trash gathered next to him.

"I'll be fine," Ruben muttered, wincing again.

"sure you will," Chris whispered, standing up and moving Ruben to sit up, passing him the glass with salt and water mixed and a tiny trash bin; Ruben groaned as he drank, spitting the now red water into the trash bin.

Chris continued his care, stripping Ruben to his boxers, examining the cuts, and cleaning them while putting bandaids on; Ruben just stayed quiet, staring into the ceiling, "I'm sorry," he whispered, years forming in his eyes.

Chris looked up at him and sighed, standing up and sitting next to his boyfriend, "You don't have to be sorry…I just worry…you come home, and you're all beaten up, and you won't tell me; I worry," he whispered.

Ruben sniffed, lips quivering as he frowned, leaning against his small boyfriend, legs thrown over Chris's lap and head on Chris's shoulder; he just needed to be helped, cared for, and loved; Chris was doing just that.

Soft fingers softly caressed his hair, and soft thumbs rubbed circles in his knee, "Don't worry, baby…I got you; you're safe with me," Chris whispered, leaving soft kisses on Ruben's forehead as the blonde wept quietly.

"I love you," Ruben whispered, cuddling closer to Chris and looking at him with pained blue eyes.

"I love you too, baby…I got you," Chris whispered as he leaned down and gave a long and caring kiss on Ruben's bruised and cracked lips; closing their eyes, they sat in silence, the humming of the ceiling fan being heard and the set sniffs coming from Ruben.

"I don't deserve you….I'll be safer, I promise," Ruben whispered as he pulled away. Chris hummed and smiled, "Good, I don't want you to die before you see me out in theaters," he joked lightly. Making Ruben hum and giggle.

For the rest of the night, Chris took care of Ruben and did everything for him; it made Ruben feel overwhelmed by the love Chris had given him; everything was perfect, and Ruben's guilty and self-beating thoughts went away as they cuddled on the couch and watched 'Rocky 2.'

A/N — so I tried writing angst idk if its good, but I tried my best!!!! Stay tune for more Lawrusso adjacent one shots!!! And thank you @skyf0ckz for the prompt in my rant!!!!

[skyf0ckz]

Chris and Scott meeting at a show as requested by @russolaw !! Also a little extra moodboard and writing<3

♡

A spark landed on him. "Ow! Fuck-" Chris yelped, dropping his lighter and shaking his hand. He popped his cigarette out of his mouth with his free hand, letting out a puff of smoke. 

"You alright?"

He looked up and nearly jumped backward at the site of the blonde man now standing closer. He gulped, "Uh...yeah...just fine..." he stammered, licking his lips. 

The blonde tilted his head, and the sight made Chris want to squirm, "Are you sure?" He asked, voice rising ever so slightly in the most adorable way. 

Chris blinked dumbly, "Uh yeah, no, yeah..uh sorry I.." he stuttered, glancing away and smiling wide out of embarrassment. Oh God, what is he doing? He brought the cigarette back to his lips, inhaling. 

He glanced down and noticed how the man's hands were clasped together, twitching and fidgeting. The thought of raising them to his mouth and kissing them passed through his brain, and he blushed. 

"Uh..did you watch the show?" Chris asked, exhaling a huff of smoke to the side of him. 

The man raised his eyebrows, before resting them and smiling softly, "I did, yeah," he dug one hand in his jacket, and pulled out a rolled-up playbill. He unraveled it and held it in front of him like it was proof he watched it. 

Chris couldn't help but smile, "Yeah? Did you...like it?" He asked slowly, bringing his cigarette up to his lips. 

For some reason, his opinion meant a lot to Chris. He knew it was a bit pathetic, especially considering he just met this guy, but he couldn't help it. 

The blonde shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, "Hmm..yeah it was okay,"

Chris' face dropped slightly. Okay? It was just okay?  He let out a puff of smoke. 

Then the man laughed, his hand combing away his hair and pushing it behind his ear, "I'm only kidding," he huffed, a sweet smile replacing the previously sinister one, "You're a really talented playwright, Chris."

Chris' heart skipped. He sounded so genuine, and...well he'd never been told that before. People compliment the actors of course because...well they're what you see on stage. But so far tonight this was the first compliment he'd gotten over his writing.

Wait. 

Chris' jaw dropped, "How'd you know I was the playwright?" He asked, dumbfounded. It wasn't like he was wearing a name tag. 

"Mmm, I asked around. I wanted to compliment you on the work," the man hummed. 

Chris' face heated up. Wow. This...gorgeous man wanted to meet him? And compliment him? Shit his play must've actually been good...

He chuckled, "Huh..well now I feel bad. You know my name, and came here to compliment me and all I've done has stammer uselessly," Chris shook his head, bringing the cigarette back to his lips. 

The man plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, "It's Scott," he smiled sweetly, bringing the cigarette to his lips. 

Chris' face tightened, and his entire body felt hot. He watched as Scott inhaled the smoke of his cigarette, blowing it in his face. And he looked fucking ethereal doing it. Does he normally smoke? Did he just do that to tease Chris? Was Scott flirting with him openly? 

"It was a good show," Scott's squeaky voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and his jaw dropped as he watched Scott put the cigarette back into Chris's mouth, holding it for him.

Chris felt like he may faint if he tried to do anything. So he simply closed his mouth around the cigarette, inhaling as he stared up at Scott. 

Scott's eyelashes fluttered as he stared down at Chris, and his hair fell into his face. It didn't matter, because he looked beautiful no matter what. 

Chris took his lips off the cigarette, exhaling smoke, "Thank you." 

[bbyangst]

Chris in the corner 

[lawrussosnation]

Ralph should go back to the greasy hairstyles that isn't the side part or atleast betterrr. I DONT CARE IF HES IN HIS 60s😭😭‼️‼️

[whoswearingthetrousers]

Anon gets it bc niny is such a garbage movie if you actually watch it instead of pretending it’s all about Chris LOL and it sucks because the movie HAD the potential to be good. it was just one queer/internalized homophobia plotline away from being a good movie and they fumbled so badly

my god naked in new york is one of the worst movies ive ever seen but ralph is so good in his scenes as chris. i feel so sorry for his character though pining after a total douche who doesnt care about him at all. ugh

and yeah ralph is absolutely beautiful in this movie he looks like a model (short yeah, but who cares lol)

Beauty. Cutie. Gift to all gifmakers. And the messager that you can be the most exquisite creature in the city and some douchebag will still think he's too good for you, and will continue to think so drinking himself to death in a third rate sports bar. What can you do? Do as Chris, tell him he's an asshole and move on!

[stephstars08]

🎂Happy Birthday Ralph Macchio!🎂

Happiest Birthday to one of the most talented actors in the world!

Pretty much every character Ralph has played I immediately fall in love with them and they become one of my comfort characters!

Make sure you all go wish Ralph a special Happy Birthday!!!

(How he’s turning 63 I have no idea because he for sure does not look like a guy in his 60’s!!)

[hideousvampire]

chris after kissing jake in naked in new york

[whoswearingthetrousers]

If I think about them too hard my brain explodes

[ a loving feeling - mitski ]

[spiderman2099sleftnipplepiercing]

I tried- I was having a bad drawing day 🥺

But it’s still adorable 🥰

[chisfics]

i just know daniel says things like "fuck me.." whenever he goes through a minor inconvenience while cooking

[purty-pumpkin]

*throws more crackship content at you*