#dad!chris ᥫ᭡.

[sossturn]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆…𝐃𝐀𝐃!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

⌞ ❛❛ Another baby mother, found her in Allure…❞⌝

✶⋆.˚

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝.

KIDS —

Amount of kids : 4

ISLA (8)—MATTEO (6)—HARPER (4)—MAX (2)

𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬).

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩��𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮���� 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 “𝐰𝐡𝐲” 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 —

* “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞. 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭!”

* “𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞—𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.”

* “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞?”

* “𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 ‘𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞,’ 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧!”

[phone4pills]

SMALL PACKAGES DAY 7

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! wc: 600, this is for the writing challenge, no smut, only fluff, pregnancy, Christmas w/ Matt

Your ankles beginning to ache from being on your tiptoes for so long, one hand clutching the the pretty star decoration you’d been given by your relatives and the other underneath your belly, an instinct you’d picked up now that you were 36 weeks pregnant.

Two larger hand found their way around the bump, Matt’s chin rested on your shoulder. The little kicks of your kid pulsed under the warm skin of his hands as he basked in your scent. “Careful now, don’t want ya trippin’ on those feet.”

Matt knew how swollen your ankles would get, especially during strenuous work. And you’d been set on decorating the tree, which he had no problem with. But a sweat was breaking on your forehead and your breaths were becoming increasingly heavy. Only slightly, but it was enough for Matt to notice. “C’mon. You get that star up there and then we’ll hit the couch for a bit. Yeah?”

You nodded and placed the star on top of the tree. It was much easier now that you had Matt’s support stopping you from da planting into the green branches. You licked your lips and let him lead you to the couch where you slowly sat down, gripping his hand the whole time. Something about the way he watched you made your heart flutter.

It was as if he was drawn to you, effortlessly. Since you’d gotten pregnant Matt never took his gaze off of you. Whether it was to make sure you were okay or to admire you, you didn’t know. But you appreciated it either way. Subtle as it may have been, nobody had ever given you the same glance, nothing remotely similar. And no feeling was comparable to the rush that shot through you when he’d realise that he was staring. Earlier in your relationship, he’d quickly glance away and blush. Now, whenever he’d notice that he’d been looking at you for a long time, he’d meet your gaze with a wide smile.

Little kicks sent pains and tingles through your nerves, Matt wasn’t any newer yo this than you. He chuckled, taking his place on the sofa next to you, and his hand slowly caressed your belly. “Little buddy’s real excited for Christmas, huh?” You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder with a sigh.

You’d built a little family with Matt, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. In an attempt to keep from crying, you grabbed the remote and flicked movie son Netflix. Every little thought could easily have become a loud mess of sobs as you neared the due date. Matt had always assured that it wasn’t a problem, but just this once, you wanted to enjoy his embrace. Not end up being tucked away into bed because you stressed yourself into a much needed nap.

Then it hit you, your baby could be born at any time. It was only a week or two from the 25th. Spending Christmas in the labour ward didn’t exactly pan out to be a great experience, but there was a positive side to it. “This baby’s like our little miracle.”

Matt faced you, being previously occupied with the bright TV screen in front him. His features instantly softened at you words and a thumb brushed your lower lip before pulling you in for a kiss. After you’d made the decision of Home Alone to start off your annual Christmas movie marathon, Matt laid his lead in your lap, leaving feathery pecks on your stomach. “Well you know what they say. The best gifts come in small packages.”

Thanks so much for reading !! This short piece is to be submitted to the HOLIDAY WRITING CHALLENGE, hosted by the fabulous @mattscoquette and @letstrip13. Please ignore any spelling mistakes, this is for fun !!

- ©phone4pills

[chrissfavmilf]

STARBREATH

- now playing “pink + white” by frank ocean

𐙚 summary: you give birth to you and Matt’s first baby

𐙚 pairing: bf!matt X fem!reader

𐙚 a/n: dad!matt >>>

Matt | y/n | Nick | Chris

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At first when you found out were pregnant you hated it but that was only because you weren’t ready for it but at the end of it you learned how to love it.

And now here you are in the hospital about to give birth to your daughter.

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“So how’s it like about to be a daddy?” “Get the fuck outta here!” even though this was a serious situation Chris was trying to be funny by pretending to record Matt like it was an interview “can you both shut the fuck up” you looked over at Nick and grabbed his hand “you okay?” “I think so!” You and Nick shared a laugh for a few seconds until he had to tell Matt and Chris to be quiet.

You had soon realized that this was your life, your family, your baby. Would you really enjoy living like this?

“Did you guys choose a name yet?” “Yeah” “what is it?” “Wouldn’t you like to know” you and Nick shared another laugh before he yet again had to put Matt and Chris in line “unbelievable! Am I right?” “Tell me about it.”

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It’d been a few hours of you and the boys being at the hospital and you guys still haven’t seen a single doctor come in or out of you guys’s room

“Where the fuck is the doctor? Do I have to complain?!” “Nick shut the fuck up” “no this is insane! How long have we been here waiting?” “Exactly!” “I’ll go ask for a doctor” “the polite way!” “No fun.”

“This is so fucking dumb!” “The one time we NEED a doctor we don’t have one!” You’d look at Chris who was sleep lucky him

A few minutes later Matt had finally came back with a doctor

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“You got it baby” “keep going” “in and out baby” “you’re doing so good baby!” “You got it baby”

“Let that baby go!” “Push it out!”

“Deep breaths” “you’re doing great!” “Yeah hold Matt’s hand!”

We’re all you heard in the room aside from the doctor’s instructions and your own screams and noises due to how much pain you were going through from pushing the baby out

For a split second you looked at Matt “you got it baby!” “You’re so strong.” And with that you let out another scream and pushed the hardest you had the whole night “there she is!” “Oh my god! Oh my god..” “finally..” your baby had finally been officially born “I’m officially a dad!” “And you’re officially a mom!” You couldn’t even say anything back before you felt Matt’s soft lips on yours “ew bitch.” Matt pulled away from the kiss to hit Nick in the shoulder

“And who’s the baby’s dad?” Matt perked up at the doctor “I am!” You thought it was cute how he seemed so proud to call himself the dad of your guys’s baby. And at that moment you’d realized that this was your life. And you were fine with it

[whiteferraristurns]

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ⚠︎︎ Dad!Chris x Mom!Reader, tooth rotting fluff, no use of y/n.

𝐁𝐑𝐈ꨄ THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE WORLD.

Regulated by anon ‹𝟹 (please send in requests!)

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It was a quiet Saturday morning in the Sturniolo household. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room, where a trail of toys and crayons was scattered on the floor. The soft sound of cartoons echoed through the house, but Chris was still in bed, wrapped in blankets, while you were already awake, sitting at the dining table with your coffee, scrolling through your phone.

Your daughter, Arianna, was in her own little world, her face lit up as she colored a princess in her favorite coloring book. Her curly hair bounced every time she moved, and she occasionally looked up at the TV before focusing back on her artwork.

You smiled softly at the sight of your daughter. You couldn’t believe how fast time had flown by. It seemed like just yesterday that Arianna was a baby, and now here she was, a confident little six-year-old with a big imagination and even bigger heart.

You stood up, making your way to the kitchen to start breakfast. You knew that Arianna would get hungry soon, and Chris would probably roll out of bed at the smell of food. You were pulling out eggs and milk when you felt small hands tugging at your shirt.

“Mommy, can we make pancakes today?” Arianna’s wide, pleading eyes stared up at you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Of course, sweetheart,” you replied, ruffling her hair. “You want to help me?”

Arianna’s face lit up, and she quickly grabbed a stool to stand on. Together, you mixed the pancake batter, Arianna giggled as she spilled a bit of flour on the counter.

“Oops,” Arianna said with a small giggle, looking up at you sheepishly.

You chuckled, wiping the flour off her nose. “That’s okay, baby. It’s all part of the fun.”

As you cooked, the sweet scent of pancakes started filling the air. It wasn’t long before Chris appeared in the doorway, his hair a mess and his eyes still heavy with sleep. He smiled at the sight of you and Arianna in the kitchen, his heart swelling with love for his two favorite girls.

“Mmm, pancakes,” Chris mumbled as he walked over to you, kissing you on the cheek and ruffling Arianna’s hair. “You two make the best breakfast team.”

Arianna grinned up at her dad. “I’m the chef, Daddy!”

Chris laughed. “I can see that, Chef Ari.” He lifted her up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “What do I have to do to get a pancake around here?”

“You gotta say please,” Arianna said with a playful smirk, imitating the way you would gently remind her about manners.

Chris gave an exaggerated gasp, playing along. “Please, Chef Ari, may I have a pancake?”

Arianna giggled, nodding in approval before pointing to the plate of pancakes that you had just finished cooking. “You can have one, Daddy.”

Chris set Arianna down and grabbed a plate, helping himself to a stack of pancakes. You watched them both with a soft smile, you heart full. The mornings like this—where everything felt simple and peaceful—were your favorite.

You all sat down together at the table, Arianna chattering about her plans for the day. She wanted to play outside, maybe build a fort with the couch cushions, and she definitely wanted to have a tea party with her stuffed animals.

“Mommy, Daddy, will you come to my tea party later?” Arianna asked between bites of her pancake, looking between the two of you with hopeful eyes.

You glanced at Chris, who grinned at you. “Of course, sweet girl. We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you said.

Chris nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’ll be the best tea party guest you’ve ever had.”

Arianna beamed, clearly pleased with your response.

After breakfast, Arianna ran off to gather her stuffed animals, leaving Chris and you alone in the kitchen for a moment. Chris leaned over the counter, watching you as you washed the dishes.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I think we’ve got a pretty awesome kid.”

You looked over at him, your lips quirking up into a smile. “I think so, too. She gets that from me.”

Chris chuckled, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “I guess I’ll give you credit for that.” He kissed your temple softly, enjoying the quiet moment between you two.

You stood like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, until Arianna’s excited voice echoed from the living room. “Mommy! Daddy! The tea party is ready!”

Chris groaned playfully, pulling away from you. “Time to get our royal titles, I guess.”

You laughed, drying your hands before you made your way to the living room, with Chris following close behind. Arianna had gone all out for her tea party. The living room had been transformed into a royal banquet hall—at least, in the mind of a six-year-old.

She had carefully laid out a pink plastic tea set on the coffee table, complete with matching saucers, tiny forks, and spoons. Her stuffed animals sat in a perfect circle around the table, each with a napkin tucked under their chins, waiting patiently for their royal tea.

You and Chris exchanged amused glances as you entered the living room. Chris crouched down dramatically in front of Arianna, clearing his throat before bowing dramatically.

“Your Majesty, Princess Ari, it is an honor to be invited to your tea party today,” Chris said with a flourish, his hand over his heart.

Arianna giggled, clearly enjoying the formalities. “Thank you, King Daddy,” she said in a regal tone, playing along with the role she had assigned him. She turned to you, as you were taking your seat on the floor smiled brightly. “Queen Mommy, would you like some tea?”

You grinned, adjusting her small crown. That Ari had placed on her head. “Yes, please, Princess. I would love some.”

Arianna delicately lifted the plastic teapot and made an exaggerated show of pouring invisible tea into each cup, her tongue peeking out slightly as she concentrated. “One for you, Mommy,” she said, handing you a small pink cup, “and one for Daddy.”

Chris accepted his cup with the utmost seriousness, nodding his thanks. “Ah, this is the finest tea in all the land,” he proclaimed, raising his cup to his lips and pretending to take a sip. “What a marvelous host you are, Princess Ari.”

Arianna beamed at the praise, her little chest puffing up with pride. “We also have cookies, but you have to share with Mr. Bear,” she announced, pointing to the large stuffed bear seated beside her, dressed in one of her old baby onesies. She handed out plastic cookies, making sure everyone—including Mr. Bear, Mr. Bunny, and her other stuffed guests—received a piece.

Chris looked at his “cookie” with great appreciation. “Princess Ari, these cookies are almost too good to eat,” he said, dramatically placing the plastic cookie in front of him.

Arianna, who was now fully in character, pretended to sip her tea with a raised pinky finger. “Thank you, King Daddy. I made them all by myself.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly at how adorable the entire scene was. Arianna was so meticulous about every detail—every stuffed animal had a cup, every plate was properly arranged. She had even taken the time to give her favorite doll a special seat, positioned right next to Chris.

“Would you like to play a game after tea?” Arianna asked, looking between her parents with hopeful eyes.

“What kind of game?” You asked, playing along.

Arianna leaned in closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a great secret. “We have to rescue Mr. Bunny from the evil dragon. He’s trapped in the tower!”

Chris sat up straighter, his face serious. “The evil dragon, you say? We can’t let that stand! Queen Mommy, we must save Mr. Bunny at once!”

You gasped in mock horror. “We must! How can we rescue him?”

Arianna’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She jumped up, grabbing her plush bunny and tucking it under her arm. “The evil dragon is hiding behind the couch! We have to sneak up on him!”

Chris and you exchanged another amused look, fully invested in your roles. Together, they crept behind Arianna, tiptoeing across the room as she led the way with Mr. Bunny in hand.

“There he is!” Arianna whispered, pointing to the back of the couch, where she’d set up a stuffed dragon earlier that morning.

Chris crouched low, his voice filled with faux intensity. “I’ll take care of the dragon! You two go free Mr. Bunny!”

Arianna squealed with delight as Chris “battled” the dragon, waving his arms and making exaggerated roaring sounds. You played along, pretending to “unlock” the tower that Mr. Bunny was trapped in.

“You did it, Daddy!” Arianna shouted, clapping her hands as Chris dramatically collapsed on the couch, feigning exhaustion after his epic battle. “You saved us!”

Chris wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead, grinning. “All in a day’s work, Princess Ari.”

Arianna flung herself into Chris’s arms, hugging him tightly, her giggles filling the room. You watched them, your heart swelling with love. The pure joy on your daughter’s face, the way Chris fully embraced every bit of her imagination—it was moments like these that made everything else seem small in comparison.

After the “battle,” the royal tea party continued, with Arianna asking both of her parents to describe your favorite things about her kingdom and what special powers they had as royalty. You talked about her love for Arianna’s bright, colorful world, while Chris claimed his royal power was making the best pancakes in all the land, which earned him another round of giggles from Arianna.

By the end of the tea party, Arianna was starting to yawn, her energy slowly winding down. Chris scooped her up, settling her in his lap as you all sat together on the floor.

“That was the best tea party ever, Princess,” Chris said softly, kissing the top of her head.

Arianna smiled sleepily, her eyes already beginning to droop. “We can have another one tomorrow, right, Daddy?”

Chris glanced over at you, you smiled at him, and then he looked back down at your daughter. “Of course, sweet girl. We’ll always have time for another tea party.”

With that, Arianna drifted off to sleep in Chris’s arms, her head resting against his chest. You gently stroked Arianna’s hair, your heart full as you leaned your head on Chris’s shoulder.

They sat there for a while, the room quiet except for the soft sound of Arianna’s breathing. Moments like these—the tea parties, the imaginary adventures, the laughter—they were the little pieces of magic that made their family feel whole.

Soon enough you tucked Arianna into bed, brushing her curls away from her face. Arianna yawned, her eyelids heavy with sleep.

“Goodnight, Mommy,” Arianna murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.

“Goodnight, baby girl,” you whispered, kissing her forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

Chris joined you, leaning down to kiss Arianna goodnight as well. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, Daddy,” Arianna mumbled before drifting off into sleep.

You and Chris quietly left the room, closing the door behind you. As you walked back into the living room, Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“She really is amazing,” Chris said softly. You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Yeah, she is. I think we’re doing alright.”

Chris nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “We’re doing more than alright.”

You stood there in the quiet of your home, the peace of the day settling around you like a comforting blanket. Moments like these were everything you both had ever dreamed of, and together, you knew that you had built a beautiful life with your little family.

𝐁𝐑𝐈ꨄ Chris is such a dad to always play pretend with his daughter/son. If you disagree argue with the wall 😣

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[megameatymatt]

Dear Diary, Chris Sturniolo is loud, funny, and sarcastic. Sometimes he's an asshole, an angel for sure •°. *࿐

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fluff: 𓆩♡𓆪

angst: :𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

Fics:

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[furuyalover]

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐏

— ᥫ᭡ for: @zoyavx

your matchup is… 𝑹𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬 𝑲𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑶

sweet sarcastic gf and sarcastic asshole bf i love it <3 I SAY THIS WITH EVERYONE BUT I MEAN IT, YOUR PERSONALITIES MESH SO WELL 😭 you’re so energetic and happy and hes just sitting there with his stupid little grin like “mmmhm”

RYOU IS DEFINITELY THE TSUNDERE TYPE TOO…. if you compliment him at all he’ll get all shy and act like you’re the most annoying person hes ever met but the boy is internally screaming over you calling him pretty

how you met & your first date

you always knew who ryou was because he’s on the ever so famous seidou baseball team, and you always admired how hard he worked, but you never really talked to him. one day you noticed he left his notebook in class so you take it and head to the field to return it to you. then offers to take you out on a date

he takes you out on a quaint little date where you just walk around town <3 it was simple but it was really fun! walking in different shops looking at every little thing & buying a bunch of snacks to try together later. it was also a good way for the two of you to just talk, and get to know each other! the date went well and yes, you two started dating

some relationship hcs!

he pretends to be annoyed with you when you rant, but you both know he’s lingering onto your every word, taking in everything you’re saying

you two love to joke and make sarcastic comments about each other back and forth, but if ANYONE ELSE makes a comment or joke about you, ryou will read them to filth… he’s never serious though but he just uses this so they know their place

he is soo cuddly and clingy behind closed doors, despite him pretending to hate pda. like if he ever decides to test your patience you just go “this is why i’m not going to hug you anymore” and he instantly goes “now now, let’s not be irrational”

i feel like one of his love languages is gift giving, so he always buys you snacks and little gifts. for your one month anniversary he bought a stuffed panda wearing a red outfit and it was so cute omg

your song!

juliet by cavetown

this song is on his napping playlist, so when this was playing when you were with him you let out a dry chuckle to yourself. prompting him to ask you “what’s so funny?” to which you respond “shit you’re so pretty ryou” “….shut up” and he will forever blush so hard whenever he hears or thinks of this song

runners up

YOUICHI KURAMOCHI: ryousuke’s best friend, so obviously they both have similar personalities. youichi though is definitely the louder, more extroverted friend, so if you’re just looking for a loud friend to have fun with and make obnoxious jokes with mochi is your boy! but for a quiet boyfriend to have fun with and obnoxious jokes with ryousuke is your boy!

CHRIS YUU TAKIGAWA: chris is so dreamy and the most respectful man ever. that being said i don’t think he’s the best to joke around with, yes he has a sense of humor but he gives me… stoic dad humor… other than that he would be a good contender bc he is just so everything can you tell i’m an avid chris lover

[whiteferraristurns]

dad!chris, also i love your theme

ughh I love dad!chris🖤

thank you so much baby it’s very much appreciated!

(I’ll get right onto this. Thank you for the request. ᥫ᭡)