chris sturniolo sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through episodes of ‘regular show’, trying to decide which one to watch. but his focus kept slipping, drawn instead to you, his girlfriend, as you paced back and forth in the living room. you were on the phone with your mom, speaking rapid-fire spanish, venting about something that had gone wrong with the holiday plans.

chris couldn’t understand most of what you were saying, but that didn’t matter. your voice, so full of passion and emotion, made his heart race every time you spoke spanish. his eyes followed your every move, and a grin crept onto his face—he looked like an absolute dork, totally lovestruck.

you hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh and muttered, “mi mamá se pasa a veces…” shaking your head, unaware of how he was staring at you.

chris couldn’t help but ask, smiling stupidly, “what does that mean?”

you glanced over at him, amused by his goofy expression. “i said, ‘my mom goes overboard sometimes,’ but don’t act like you actually care what it means.”

chris shrugged, still smiling like you’d just told him the cutest thing in the world. “i care. it sounds cool.”

you rolled your eyes playfully and smirked. “yeah? would it still sound cool if i said… eres un desastre, christopher? like, seriously. look at this mess.” you gestured to the pile of clothes he’d left on the floor, your tone light but teasing. you knew exactly what you were doing—he melted whenever you switched languages on him.

his blush spread across his cheeks, and his grin only widened. “what’s that mean?”

you folded your arms, trying to keep a straight face, but it was hard with the way he looked at you—like you hung the moon. “i called you a disaster. which you are.”

instead of getting defensive, chris chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, still looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “i dunno, it still sounds kinda hot when you say it. even if you’re insulting me to filth.”

you shook your head, laughing despite yourself. “dios mío, ¿qué voy a hacer contigo? you’re impossible.”

chris leaned back on the couch, his eyes sparkling with adoration. “whatever you just said, i’ll take it as a compliment.”

you picked up one of his t-shirts from the floor and threw it at him. “of course you will, silly boy.”

he caught the shirt and smirked. “that i understood.”

𝒢𝜚 💭 ࣪ ✸ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ∿ blurb based on this request !! i’m not a latina mami so google translate was used, i apologize primas :3

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