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will there be more of fwb!toxic!chris i beg
ofc i need some ideas tho so if anyone wants to recommend anything pls do
𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓯 | m.s
soft!matt x sweetheart!reader
| 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽
contains: fluff, camping
you hadnt been camping in years. you forgot how good everything smelled. pinetrees, firewood, that crisp autum night breeze. matt had this planned out for you. it wasnt a date. at least not yet.
matt had just set the tent up and smiled. you watched the way he pushed his hair back his muscles flexing.
“you dont snore right,” he asked with a wide grin.
“haha very funny,” you smile and roll your eyes.
“im only teasing sweetheart.” he winked.
that made your heart flutter. matt had always made thing seem easy. comfortable. like he wasnt trying to hard, just showing up exactly how you needed him.
the fire was dying when you really noticed it. the way matt kept glancing towards the trees, then towards you like he wanted to tell you something but didnt want to break the softness of the moment.
you were sitting close. not touching but close enough that your knees brushed. you shifted a little as the cold air hit you all of a sudden. he felt you shiver beside him.
he unzipped his jacket and carefully placed it around you. you tugged it tighter and smiled at him. you felt your face go red.
“are you always this good at taking care of people.”
matt blinked. then looked down a slow smile spreading. “you make it easy.”
later, in the tent it was quiet except the wind through the trees and the distant crackle of embers. you were both laying on your backs, shoulders barely touching, sleeping bags half-zipped.the space between you left electric. not tense. just aware.
you turned your head slightly facing him, voice soft. “can i tell you something kinda dumb.”
he mirrored you, turning to face you too. the glow from your shared flashlight made the blue in his eyes almost look silver. “always.”
you chewed your lip. “i think i like camping now. like… with you.”
the anticipation on his face almost undid you. “thats not dumb,” he whispered. “thats the nicest thing youve said sweetheart.”
you smiled, heart racing from the way he was looking at you. like he felt it too. then you felt matts hands go to your waist, moving up and down your hips. “your warm,” he murmured. his slik voice sent shivers down your spine.
matt shifted just a little closer. his lips brush against her forehead giving you a gentle, soft kiss. his hands holding your hair. your breath hitched. the whole word felt quiet except for your twin heartbeats under zipped up nylon.
you moved up to give him a kiss on the cheek. you blushed, looking down and smiling. you looked up, his eyes still on you. you both stared. a bit too long.
you snuggled up against his chest letting his hands intertwine around you, both wrapped in eachothers presence. you didnt feel like you had to say anything else.
because matt made it feel like sweet relief.
js something small ;)
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sweet relief
this looks so dead there will be more cross my heart <3
𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 | c.s
toxic!fwb!chris x toxic!reader
| 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
contains: angst, makeout
you werent supposed to be at this party. not because chris told you not to come, he didnt get that kind of say anymore. but because you told yourself you were done with him. again.
you lasted three days.
now you were standing in someone elses kitchen, holding a drink you didnt want, laughing at jokes you didnt hear, and doing everything in your soul to pretend you didnt feel his eyes on you from across the room. because of course he was there. and of course he was watching.
chris didnt approched you right away. he liked to wait until you thought he wasnt going to. until you were relaxed just enough, started smiling a little too easily, started talking to someone that wasnt him.
then he showed up and ruined it. it was always the same game. and you always played it for some reason.
so when he finally moved across the room, his steps slow and calculated, you didnt turn. you let him hover behind you, close enough to make your skin crawl. close enough for your pulse to trip over itself.
“you wear that for me?” he asked, voice low near your ear.
you took a sip of your drink, ignoring the way his words made no sense, you were wearing a black dress for fucks sake. “not everything is about you chris.”
he gave a humorless laugh. “couldve fooled me.”
you turned to face him, meeting his eyes. they were sharp. tired. a little too familiar. “why do you always do this.”
“because i know your thinking about me.”
you hated that he was right. he always was when it came to you. when it came to how easily you folded. but that didnt mean youd give him that satisfaction.
“you think i sit around just thinking about you.” you challenged, tilting your head.
he leaned in smirking. “you dont have to. you come running every time.” his eyes shifted to your lips.
you scoffed, stepping back “god, your exhausting.”
“and your predictable.”
the words landed somewhere low in your stomach, heavy and hot. not because they hurt but because you wanted them to. you liked the way he provoked you. you hated that he knew that. exactly how to push you buttons.
you found yourself outside later, sitting on the edge of the stairs in the front of the house, cigarette in hand. you didnt smoke. not really. but it felt good. it felt reckless and wrong to match the night.
of course, chris followed. he never let you leave without finishing the argument.
he dropped down beside you not saying anything at first. just sat, legs spread, hoodie half unzipped, biting the inside of his cheek like he couldnt decide if you were worth the effort.
“you gonna sulk all night?” he finally said
you rolled your eyes “why do you just assume im unhappy just because im not with you.”
“because i know you and i know your fucking miserable right now.” his voice was loud but he wasnt shouting.
“yeah? and whos fault is that.”
he didnt deny. he didnt need to. you both already new the truth. silence again. the kind that felt heavy with everything unspoken.
“you kissed someone else last week”
it wasnt a question and it wasnt said with jealousy, it was said with venom. you blinked slowly “so did you.”
“yeah, but you were supposed to care.”
you laughed, shocked by his words “you always want me to feel things youd never give back.”
he turned towards you. face angred. “dont act like your so innocent. you let me do it. you want me like this.”
you stared at him. felt your jaw tighten. your heart racing. your eyes glance to his lips, maybe lingering to long.
“dont do that,” he sighs leaning his head back, his hands falling on his face. you just look at him not saying or doing anything. suddenly you feel his lips on yours.
hard. fast. sloppy. like a punishment or proof? his hand came to your thigh, grip tight, his fingers digging in like he needed something to hold on to. anything real from the mess you were both creating.
when you finally pulled back, breathless, lips swollen. you expexted him to look angry or smug. or maybe blank like he always did when you got to close.
but he didnt. he looked at you like he was stuck. trapped somewhere between stained glass.
“we shouldnt have done that,” your voice was shaky but sharp.
his gaze didnt move from your eyes. the deer in headlights type of look that made him loose his mind. “then why does it feel like it meant something.”
you didnt answer. his hand moves to your hair tucking a piece behind your ear. his touch was much softer compared to the kiss as his hand moves down your neck. thumb brushing over the pulse beating to fast beneath your skin.
“i need you so fucking bad,” he murmered, like it wasnt meant for you to hear.
you heart stuttered “dont say that if you dont mean it.”
his jaw clenched. he looked away for a second, like the words were to heavy in his mouth and he couldnt swallow them down. “i always mean it with you thats the fucking problem.”
you exhaled, shaky, eyes burning because you knew it was true. and that made everything worse. but still you leaned in. and so did he. not for another kiss, not yet. just to stay close. just to feel like maybe this time you wouldnt tear eachother apart.
even though you both knew you would.
if you couldnt tell this is my first fic but its just the intro bc i wanna see if it peaks anyones intrest. idrc if people read this i just want to try this as a hobby. i get my inspiration from @y3sterdaysproblem and someone else but i think her account was deactivated rip ceceblogs. pls lemme know if you like it or despise it i will happily do more if im asked but if not ill do everything in my own time im pretty fast w writing but again idk if this is even good so yur.