chris sturniolo imagines!!

spider

in which there's a spider in chris' room

i can totally see chris being absolutely terrified of spiders so here's this !
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you were lounging on the couch, half-asleep to spongebob playing in the background. chris was in his room, working on something for his brand. you decided to give him space for it, parting with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to come back when he's finished.

thirty minutes pass when you hear chris scream absolute bloody murder from his room. "Y/N COME HERE RIGHT NOW!"

you immediately jump off the couch and rush up to his room. "what, what's wrong?" you shout, looking around frantically for any sign of danger.

"theres a fucking spider on the wall." he says, not moving his eyes from the spot on the wall closest to him.

you let out a breath of relief. "dear god chris, i thought you were in fucking, like, danger or something. where's the spider?"

he points to it, not saying a word.

you look to where his finger was pointing and see said spider; a skinny daddy long legs.

"chris, that hardly qualifies as a spider." you laugh and pick it off the wall by its leg, letting it dangle in the air.

"who gives a fuck?! get it away!"

you want to have some fun with this, so you start teasing him with the spider.

"ooo, ahh, scary spider!" you say in a ghost voice, dangling the spider around him.

"y/n!" chris screams, pulling the blanket over his head.

you laugh loudly and open chris' window, throwing the spider out onto the lawn. "it's gone chris."

he peeks out from behind the cover to see if you're lying. you show him the fronts and backs of your hands, proving your innocence.

"you're evil."

you laugh and kiss his lips quickly. "it's what i do."

"for future reference, just throw a shoe at it." you say before closing the door again, leaving him to work in peace.
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a/n- it's chrissy!

this one is so incredibly short i just had a funny idea i wanted to write.

i hope you still enjoyed! i'm sorry it's not as long as others.

xx
chrissy