#Angel X Matt

[ligmaballsbaby]

I did it again 😈😈😈

Angel slowly pulls away one of her eyebrows raised, and she tilted her head slightly confused

Angel:"is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?"

Matt:"take it how you want"

They just stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, he could tell the gears were turning in her head

Angel:"you know what I'm not going to think about it...fuck you if it's a-"

Matt:"I will in a minute"

Angel:"-insult... And thanks if it's a compliment"

She said before they start making out again

.... He came four times at night... She came seven... She's easy... Have fun at work tomorrow you two lovebirds (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

[winnie1emon]

✧.* what happens after mattheo finds his sweet bsf moping after a bad date..?

bsf!mattheo x angel!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx 2.2k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, bsf!mattheo, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, finger sucking(?), lots of praise, mattheo is maybe kind of a perv idk lol, p link in the middle

a/n: sorry it took me a bajillion years to do this... sleep schedule is in the works :( + requests are open :3

Mattheo quickly flipped over the muggle Playboy magazine he had gotten his hands on the previous summer and fumbled with his zipper as he heard his dorm door swing open. Needn't to turn around as he recognized the familiar sound of your heels clicking across his floor as you kicked them off and slumped onto his bed, he clumsily shoved his small collection of magazines into his drawer.

Clearing his throat, he asked, "How was your date, he ugly?" He did not bother to turn around and face you, adamant about not showing you his flushed face.

Truth be told, your "date" was terrible. You had waited at the Three Broomsticks for hours, garnering pitying looks from Madam Rosmerta while you awkwardly stirred an on-the-house butterbeer, waiting for your blind date to arrive.

"Bad..." you managed to mutter, your voice trembling slightly. You had begun suffocating as your face was planted on one of his pillows, raising your head up for air and seeing the tear stains you left on the pillowcase.

Slightly surprised, he furrowed his brows, turning around his chair to get a full view of you, sulking, face-first on his bed. "Why? What happened?" he questioned.

"Didn't even show," you sniffled out, not looking up.

Concern washed over his face as he got up, readjusting his pants for the second time, before sitting gently beside you. He placed a palm on your shoulder, pushing slightly to get a view of you. You didn't resist, turning your body around, and giving him a clear look at you.

His heart ached at the sight of you; your dried-up tears, the red hue in your eyes, and the remnants of tears clinging onto your bottom lashes.

Mattheo brought his thumb to your face, swiping away at your cheek. "He didn't?" he asked softly. He meant to sound comforting and understanding, but his voice had a subtle tone of hope that you didn't catch over your small hiccup.

You shut your eyes, feeling new tears form as he pulled you up off your back, allowing you to sit against his headboard. Kicking off his slippers, he brought his feet onto the bed and sat beside you, placing your head on his shoulder with his arm slung over yours.

You both stayed in that position, silent, for a while. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was something familiar to make you feel better. Mattheo fidgeted with his sheets with his free arm and you felt most of the tears come to a stop. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you turned towards him.

"You're a guy right?" you asked.

"I'm pretty sure."

You stifled a small giggle before resuming your more solemn mood. "Do y'know why he wouldn't come?" you asked tentatively. Met with silence and his gaze set straight ahead, you prodded, "Like... think he saw me and left?"

"No. No way."

Mattheo had answered you quickly, even surprising you. You had expected a teasing yeah or a reluctant no from him, but he seemed dead serious. It wasn't like Mattheo was rude to you, merlin, you were probably the one person he was the nicest to, but he'd usually never pass up on an easy opportunity to make a joke.

Moving closer beside him, you peered curiously at his face, looking for any sign of sarcasm, but there wasn't any. "Really?"

The sight of your doubting eyes, the slight quiver in your lips, and the feel of your body pressed against his arm as you sat on his bed was all too much for Mattheo to handle. He wanted to scoop you up and mumble reassurances into your ears, but a part of him that he so desperately wanted to push away, wanted to fuck you senseless and show you how serious he really was.

Fuck. He knew it was wrong to feel this way when you sought comfort from him and nothing more, but he could hardly suppress his thoughts. Not when you stumbled into his room as he was about to relieve himself-- especially not in the strapless dress you wore for your date.

"Mm, yeah," he barely got out. "You're... beautiful."

You hummed appreciatively, feeling an unfamiliar blush creep up your face. Mattheo was your friend, and he had complimented you a few times before, but this was strangely... intimate. Grateful for him, you let your head sink past his shoulder and onto his chest and allowed one of your hands to play around with the material of his shirt, the soft cotton rubbing against your fingertips.

Tracing patterns on his shirt, his toned torso underneath; so close to your touch, you allowed yourself to be mesmerized while drawing swirls and stars on his shirt until you felt his body go taut and he cleared his throat.

"Oh-- sorry," you said sheepishly, retracting your hand. You sat back up, having your head properly rested against the headboard.

"No, don't be," Mattheo said. "I'm just, just a bit out of it right now," he told you, turning to face you.

"Yeah..." you noted. "You look a bit flush." You examined his face, his cheeks lightly dusted with a rosy hue and a very tiny bead of sweat on his forehead. You pushed yourself off the headboard, sitting straight up on the bed and your eyes wandered over him. "Are you," you began to ask in concern before your heart leaped into your throat from the sight of his very obvious boner. "...okay?" you finished, swallowing thickly.

"Don't even worry 'bout me," Mattheo shrugged off, oblivious to your wandering eyes. "Feeling better now?" he asked you, your tears from earlier no longer apparent.

Your brain still short circuiting from the sight of his boner, you paused before snapping back into reality.

"I-- uh, I don't know..." you said biting your lip. "I was really excited to go, but I guess he wasn't."

Mattheo searched for the words to say before you spoke again.

"Maybe I got the date wrong. Oo, oh! Maybe the place wrong?" you tried to convince yourself. "Merlin, who am I kidding? He saw me and decided not to show," you groaned. "I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress, I was kind of doubting buying it when I was at the store and-" you rambled before being cut off by a cool hand on your chin turning your head around.

"Hey- what are you doing?" you smiled sheepishly, caught off guard.

"Stop talking about yourself like that. You know it's not true."

You chortled, confusion etched onto your features, but nothing on his face resembled a joke.

"Stop joking, I'm actually sad," you finally drawled.

"M'not joking," he said. Before you could retort, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss.

Your mind clouded for a brief moment before you began to kiss him back.

For such a seemingly rough guy, his lips were soft and welcoming. You could go days without pulling away, your hands running up his back as he cupped your face. Kissing him felt natural, something that you didn't have to work very hard to do.

You let your body take over and kiss him without worry and he seemed to do the same as he slipped his tongue in, taking you by surprise.

Knowing he already crossed a line by kissing his best friend, Mattheo couldn't hold back the amount of arousal coursing through him at the moment. Without thinking, he allowed a hand to trail down from your face, feeling the lines of your waist until it found your thigh. Pushing the blue silk dress upwards, his hand rested on your ass.

Not protesting at all, you leaned closer, with his hands beginning to guide you onto his lap. You both sunk on the bed, having you straddle him. The cool air hit your bare skin as he brought your dress even upper, the dress folding inside out on your waist. His hands ran up and down your ass, stroking the lace of your underwear.

He slipped his hand underneath the material, feeling the skin of his palms on your unclothed ass, groping and grabbing blindly. You continued to kiss him, resting on top of him warmly until you felt his hand ghost over your bare folds causing you to pull away from the kiss and elicit a moan.

You looked at him curiously, parting your lips before he asked, "Can I?"

Before you could contemplate, your body was already deciding as you immediately nodded up and down. His fingers trailed lightly on the outside of your slick cunt and you could hear him murmur to himself but the sound was blocked out of your ears as your mind was clouded with thrill.

Burying your head beside his head and into his pillows, you let out a shrill whimper as you felt him insert one finger. Slowly, he pumped it in and out of your cunt, slowly increasing in speed.

Entering another finger, your whimpers grew into moans and he turned to look at your heated face.

"Fuck, you're cute."

Unable to respond, you attempted to give him a sheepish smile that sent him over the edge.

His fingers pumped in and out of you with uncontrollable fervor, your fluids coating his fingers as you leaked out. You writhed around on top of him, small squeals escaping your lips as you felt your orgasm near.

"M-Matt..." you mewled. "I'm gonna-"

"Shh, shh," he said, bringing his free hand to caress your head. "You can come. Come on my fingers for me." He buried his fingers deep inside, curling them slightly as he found your g-spot.

No longer able to contain yourself, you let your orgasm happen, your cunt tightening over his fingers. Panting, your body went limp which gave him time to flip you over so you were below him.

Watching the look you sported as your orgasm washed over you, the way you were beneath him, and how your lips were swollen from your previous make out, Mattheo could've sworn he was going to come right in his pants.

Wasting no time, he pulled down his pants, boxers following, allowing his cock to spring out, the tip already leaky with precum.

Pulling down your soaked underwear, he positioned himself between your legs. He pushed in slowly, each agonizing second torturing you as you desperately wanted him.

He rocked his hips and you had expected him to go slowly like he did with his fingers, but he quickly set a pace, hardly waiting for you to adjust.

The world felt unreal to you, having your best friend's cock inside of you when just moments before you were moping about some mystery guy...

Mattheo tugged down the top of your dress, the lack of straps allowing your tits to pool out. Fondling greedily, he couldn't even contain himself.

"Can't believe he lost this before even getting it," he groaned under his breath. "Fucking clown."

Unable to get a word out through your whimpers and mewls, all you could do was blush bashfully at his words.

He brought his hand to cup your jaw, slipping his thumb into your mouth. Teasing, he pulled his thumb to the edge of your mouth, contorting your lips as he laughed to himself. "You look adorable."

He continued to tease, finding the faces you made amusing as he continued to use his cock to kiss your cervix. You were about to unravel again, your cunt gripping onto his cock as your cries grew louder, your hands scratching his arms. "Gonna come?" he asked. You nodded quickly, a sign for him to slow down.

"Are you?" you asked tentatively.

"Not yet. Wanna savor my time with my favorite girl," he cooed, leaning into your ear.

Your surprise couldn't last long as you came for a second time, your face scrunching up. You breathed heavily, still allowing your body to process while Mattheo took the time to pull out and turn you around, your knees sinking on the bed.

Mattheo wanted to frame that moment right there and then. Capturing the sight of you; back arched down, ass up in the air practically inviting him inside your glossy cunt, face buried into the sheets.

"I hope you're forgetting about that guy. I would throw myself off the Astronomy Tower if I skimped out on a date only to find out it was with you."

Entering once more, he threw his head back before letting out moans of his own. Unlike during missionary, he went in patiently, admiring the view of his cock sliding in and out of your folds.

"I'm going to come just looking at you like this, I swear. Want me to? Want me to come inside?"

"Y-yes!" you managed to sputter out. "Please..."

"The day I say no to you; just know I'm under the imperius curse." And with that, he came, spurting thick ropes of cum inside to coat your walls. "Shit..."

He pulled out, leaning down to watch the remnants of his arousal seep out of you. He pulled you upwards to sit on your knees on his bed before hugging you by the head, caressing you with his hands roving your body.

"Bet you're glad he didn't show now, huh?" he joked gloatingly.

"Yeah."

―――――――――ʚ♡ɞ―――――――――

[angvl3tears]

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃⋆.˚

she smells like strawberry and vanilla… bsf!chris x angel!reader .. sweet, pure and delicate ׂ ִ ��� 𓈒⊹ ݁ ౨ৎ

content 𐙚 fluff, no use of ‘y/n’, chris pining

❛ angel? y’coming? ❜ chris questions. voice laced with urgency and desperation. his need to be around you showing. he fidgets with the rings on his fingers, twisting and turning. restlessly moving ‘round on the couch as he hears your commotion in the kitchen.

“m’coming!” you call out, tone sugary and sweet. like you always were.

matt notices chris’s restlessness, eyebrow raising in his direction. “chill kid, she’s been gone all of five minutes.”

chris pays no mind. just waiting for his sweet angel. he doesn’t even really care about the movie waiting to be watched on the tv. jus’ wants you. his best friend. the ache in his chest growing the longer you’re away.

you grab the bowl of popcorn, delicate hand taking hold of your hello kitty mug in the other. peach and strawberry wafting through your senses as the teabag settles. button nose scrunching up in delight.

“anyone want anything while m’ in’ere?” you wonder, asking the triplet boys. so considerate. so sweet. just as you were about to step foot out of the kitchen. fluffy sock covered foot toeing the line.

chris’s heart warms. sound of your voice so sincere. his hands settling. god, you’re just so sweet. always were, he can’t help but think. lips quirking up. jus’ can’t get enough of you.

“no, thank you!”

“all good!”

“chris?” you call out sweetly. “y’want anything?”

he smiles to himself, messing with the material of his fresh love hoodie. “no, m’okay angel. thank you.” he replies and your heart stutters. swelling and fluttering. that nickname like music to your ears.

with that, you take the step out of the kitchen and into the living room. glossy lips turning up into a sugary smile as you spot chris in the corner of the couch. a space beside him just for you. little baby flutters swirl in your tummy. giddiness washing over you.

you gently place the bowl of popcorn on the table, bending down to do so. the fresh love logo stretching on your ass, giving chris a good view of the pink sweatpants he specially designed as you do so. he coughs, ears turning pink. eyes not straying.

you spin, like the angel you are. beautiful hair bouncing. practically like a halo around you. you flash him a grin, holding your mug in both hands.

“c’mon, you jus’ gonna keep me waiting?” he tilts his head. stare meeting yours. your cheeks turn a shade darker. even as you giggle, shaking your head ‘no’ in response. chris smiles at the sound, his chest aching with something so familiar.

you take a tentative step forward, chris scooching so you have room to crawl in beside him. careful of the mug filled with hot water. you sigh as you sit down on the cushiony couch. chris’s arm falling over your shoulders so naturally. you don’t even notice the tingly feeling in your stomach.

nick presses play on the movie, everyone focused on the screen. you take small sips of your tea. you couldn’t tell whether it was the presence of chris warming you or the hot drink. either way you were engulfed with warmth. feet tucked under you. hair splayed across his hoodie covered chest. chris’s favourite sight.

he smiles in content, fingers brushing over the smooth skin of your shoulder. breathing in your sweetness. strawberry and vanilla. his favourite. everything about you was. so angelic. doll hearted. precious.

“m s’glad your here, sweet girl.” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. you pause, mug inches away from your mouth. your cheeks warm and you gush. turning to face the boy.

the smile you give him will be embedded into his mind. so beautiful. god his heart nearly stopped right then and there. “m’glad i’m here too, chris.” doe eyes glazing over with love. cheeks full and rosy. you lean up ever so slightly and press a sticky, strawberry scented kiss on his cheek.

chris feels himself go warm and fuzzy all over. wanting to feel you do that over n over. till he’s sick of it. you give him a small smile before facing the tv once again. snuggling back into his chest. sipping on your tea happily.

matt glances over at his brother, finding him sitting there stunned, blush coating his cheeks. chris meets his stare and matt smiles shaking his head.

chris ignores him, tightening his arm around you. resting his cheek on the top of your head. you shuffle closer, if possible. embracing the warmth. so warm. so safe. in his arms. your best friend. always protecting his little sweet angel.

god he loved you.

© angvl3tears, all rights reserved. do not translate my work without my permission. please don't copy my work! smooches xoxo

[ch6rm]

✧ ࣪˖ how angel!reader & dealer!chris met

˖ soph's note yayyy first blurb about this au, it's a bit longer than i intended (oops) but more coming soon i promise <3

the music thudded through the walls, the house packed with people you didn’t know. it wasn’t your scene—not really. your friend had begged you to come, promising it would be fun. instead, it was a bunch of people spilling drinks everywhere and messily making out in every corner of the house. not really your jam, but you made the best out of it.

you wove through the crowd, flashing friendly smiles and striking up conversations with anyone who didn't seem insanely drunk. you had no idea where your friend disappeared to—probably off to hook up with some guy. you figured you might as well make some new friends while you were at it.

after chatting with a couple of people about nothing in particular, you spotted a quieter corner of the house. as you approached, you noticed a guy lounging on a worn-out sofa, a back beanie on his head and a joint resting between his fingers. another guy sitting beside him slid him some cash before getting up and strolling away. it clicked in your head, and you realized they were probably doing some sort of drug deal. maybe you should have walked away, but there was something intriguing about him, and you found yourself walking over.

he looked up, anticipating the sight of someone wanting to make a deal, but instead, he was met with a girl who looked way too carefree for this scene, bright smile cutting through dim light of the room.

"can i sit?" you asked, watching as his eyebrows shot up in slight surprise. you almost expected him to say no, but after a moment he gestured with his hand and invited you to take a seat. you settled down beside him, the worn fabric of the couch slightly rough against your skin. he didn't say a word as you sat, fiddling with the lighter in his hand. you figured he probably didn't want some random girl sitting down next to him, no intention of buying anything he's got, but you couldn't help but steal glances at him, intrigued by his laid-back demeanor.

he finally looked over at you, and there was something in his gaze—a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place. “what’s your deal?” he asked. you blinked at him, caught off guard by the bluntness of his question.

“my deal?”

“yeah,” he said, nodding toward the crowd. “why're you sitting here?”

you shrugged, offering a small smile, unfazed by his tone. "why not? i was bored of walking around.”

he hummed, taking a slow drag from his joint. the smoke curled up into the air, mingling with the heavy beat of the music. “so, you sat next to a stranger with a joint and a wad of cash? bold choice.”

you pursed your lips at his statement, before glancing around the room. after a moment of silence, you looked back at him and spoke up. "okay... well, we don't have to be strangers. what's your name?"

he raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. he had expected you to take the hint and leave. “chris,” he replied, the edge in his voice still present. “and you really think it’s safe to sit here?”

you almost laugh at his question, a smile finding it's way to your face. “safe?” you echoed, not missing a beat. “oh, come on. what’s the worst that could happen? you sell me some bad stuff?”

chris let out a low chuckle, clearly amused despite himself. “yeah, that’s definitely one way to look at it.”

“well, i’m not too worried about it. i don't get into that stuff.” you said, gesturing toward the table in front of him. a silence settled between you again, and you realized he wasn't much of a talker. that didn't stop you though. after his lack of response, you spoke up again and told him your name.

eventually, the tension in chris’s posture began to fade away—the edge in his voice disappearing as you began to chat. once you started talking, it was kind of hard to get you to stop. he didn’t offer much at first, but his occasional chuckles and quiet remarks kept the conversation moving.

“are you always this chatty with strangers?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"sure, but aren't strangers anymore, remember?" you say.

he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “guess not,” he muttered, leaning back against the couch and still watching you with that same curious look. "what are we then? friends?" he says, his tone laced with slight sarcasm.

you grinned, "yeah, friends.”

there was a brief silence as chris looked at you, like he was contemplating something. after a moment, he let out a quiet laugh. “alright, sure. friends it is.” he wasn’t one to make friends at parties where he was dealing—especially not sweet girls like you. but, for some reason, the idea didn’t seem all that bad.

as the night dragged on, you checked your phone, realizing it was getting late. “i should probably head out,” you said, standing up. chris looked at you for a moment before he stood up and flicked the ash off his joint, setting it in the ashtray.

“i’ll walk you out.”

you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his proposition. “don't worry, you don’t have to-”

"it's fine, c'mon," he shrugged nonchalantly, already beginning to walk off. you smiled at his words, immediately nodding.

“okay!”

you both made your way through the house, the noise of the party fading as you stepped outside. the cool night air hit you, and soon, you were standing next to your car.

“well,” you said, unlocking the door. “i'll see you around, then?” you hoped you would—he was the only person at this party you’d actually enjoyed talking to, and you'd even forgotten the part where he was a drug dealer. normally, you’d be a little apprehensive, but with him, you didn’t feel an ounce of fear.

chris gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable as he watched you. "yeah," he said, his voice low. "see you around."

© ch6rm

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[girlyrafe]

christmas pyjamas.ᐟ

ʚɞ a december to remember

𖢔 notes: this is so short but I just couldn’t think of what to write, sorry and I don’t like it at all + not proof read

── .✦ advent .ᐟ

summary: basically you make (by just being you) Rafe wear matching christmas pyjamas

ᯓᡣ𐭩

You grinned as you handed him the soft, cosy Christmas pyjamas, your eyes sparkling with excitement. The fabric was so fluffy, and you had picked them out with such care.

 

They're festive with little reindeer and snowflakes, the perfect touch for the season.

 

Rafe looked at the set, then back at her, his heart melting. His smile grows, and despite his usual resistance to wearing matching holiday outfits, he can’t bring himself to say no to you. He couldn't say no to your sweet smile and the warmth in her voice as she gently teased him.

 

"Come on," you urged, "just for me?" Your charm, warmth, and the way you’re looking at him, all bundled up in love and holiday spirit, make it impossible And with that, he surrendered, the softness of her touch and the joy in her eyes making it impossible to refuse.

 

He doesn’t know when he turned so soft—he does, but won’t acknowledge it’s when he saw you for the first time.

 

So with that, before he could let his brain catch up and stop being alluded into whatever you wanted, he was sat back on the soft as you crawled into his lap with some loose red pyjama pants that have reindeers scattered about and snowflakes dancing in between and a tight white shirt on top.

 

“Still think these are stupid, sweetheart.” So he’s trying to defend himself when he looked this cute? —“Uh-huh?” Your lips pull into a small smile. “But they’re so comfy, and they look cute.” He rolls his eyes, pretending to hate this “cute." No, it's all on you, Angel.”

 

As you gave him a soft—and cheeky—kiss, Rafe’s smile grew.

 

He let his eyes flutter close at the feel of your lips on his, enjoying the brief but sweet moment. His hand on the small of your back held on just a bit tighter, bringing your body closer to his.

 

When you pulled away, he slowly opened his eyes again, his hand running idly on your bare back.

 

©GIRLYRAFE

[cheriematt]

DADDY IS LOOKING GOOD IN THIS PHOTO DUMP

[deansbeer]

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[star13gazer]

tumblr has been my fav app since i started watching daredevil.

yall here something purring?

[hawklovesskippy]

Matt’s photoshoot for the Los Angeles Times | Released August 22, 2024

[smallsinger5901]

im picturing Matt finding the manuscript for LABB and walking around their place reading it aloud while Mello furiously tries to stop him

[localgardenweed]

My AU continues to grow

[ligmaballsbaby]

(normal interaction with Angel and Derek)

Matt:"I think we better split up guys, Angel and I will-"

Derek:"oh hell nah!, you're just trying to fuck your slut again!"

Matt:"no I'm not!, Derek shut your flumpy ass up!"

Derek:"okay if we split up I'm going with her then!"

Angel:"No your musky ass is not!"

Derek:"oh, you can't throw anyone else on the team no puss!?, see that's that bullshit!"

Angel:"Bitch ain't nobody bout to throw you no puss while you are smelling like an NBA locker room during overtime in the six game!, you've been wearing that headband since you crawled out your mama's cooch!"

Derek:"Fuck you Angel!"

Angel:"You fucking wish!, you musky mushroom goblin Bitch!"

*Matt and Emily are just standing side by side by them watching them argue*

(I guess Angel has another thing in common with Matt)

[bluessturniolo]

snaps between angel!reader and skaterboy!chris

[space-matt]

Against time

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: many moments, laughter and 'I love you,' but is time on their side?

request: no

author’s note: hello there! I got the inspiration while listening to the song mentioned in the story, I hope you can appreciate it :)

tell me what you think!♡

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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The city of Los Angeles sprawled out before us, its lights shimmering like a sea of stars dancing on the rain-soaked streets, casting an otherworldly glow.

It was Friday night, and the traffic moved at a snail's pace as I gazed out the window, enveloped in my own thoughts.

Chris was at the wheel, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, his expression grave. Despite his serious demeanor, I could sense the underlying concern in his eyes. We had been inseparable over the past year, but something had changed in recent months.

The easy laughter had disappeared, our late-night phone calls had dwindled, and the deep, meaningful conversations under the starlit sky seemed like a distant memory. Now, everything felt uncertain.

The tender melody of "Time is Not On Our Side" by The Vamps filled the room, its bittersweet notes weaving through the air.

As the lyrics washed over me, a profound sense of melancholy settled in my chest. It felt as though the song was speaking directly to the fleeting nature of my relationship with Chris.

Time was slipping through our fingers, and I couldn't shake the feeling of irretrievable loss.

"Chris," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. He tore his gaze from the road, his expression etched with concern as he looked at me.

"What's the matter?" he inquired, his voice gently carrying a hint of weariness.

I hesitated, the weight of my unspoken thoughts pressing down on me. After a moment, I mustered the courage to voice the question that had been haunting me for weeks. "Do you ever get the sense that we're running out of time?"

Chris gazed at you, his expression heavy with emotion. "Yeah" he murmured, his voice tinged with sadness. "I feel it every single day."

His words landed like a blow, confirming that the feeling wasn't just in your mind. He was experiencing it too.

"I always imagined we'd have more time" Chris confessed, his voice steady but weighted with feeling.

"More time to savor life, to discover new things, to navigate our path. But time keeps slipping away from us."

His words resonated deeply, echoing the truth you both struggled to confront. The whirlwind of obligations and responsibilities had taken its toll, gradually driving a wedge between you, even when you were physically together.

"Remember our time in Boston?" Chris interjected, breaking the heavy silence that enveloped you. "It was winter, bitterly cold outside. We cocooned ourselves under the covers for hours, losing ourselves in movies as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist."

You nodded, a wistful smile dancing on your lips. It was a treasured memory, a time when everything seemed to align perfectly. Time stood still, and you were simply two souls in love, unencumbered by worries or doubts.

But now? It felt like a distant dream.

"I don't know what changed" Chris confessed, his voice quivering with emotion. "But I miss that time. I miss you."

His words pierced through your heart. You longed to express the same sentiment, to convey how much you missed him even when he was right there beside you.

Yet, the words seemed to choke in your throat. There was an ocean of unspoken feelings between the two of you, and time never seemed sufficient to confront them.

"I don't want to lose you" Chris interjected suddenly, his tone tinged with urgency. "I can't fathom my life without you, but..."

"But what?" you murmured, anxiety quickening your heartbeat.

"But time isn't on our side." He turned to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with anguish. "We're being pulled in different directions by so many things, and it seems that every time we attempt to mend things, something else drives us apart."

The myriad of emotions reflecting in his eyes left you feeling overwhelmed, as if the world was crumbling around you, and all your opportunities were slipping away with the passage of uncontrollable time.

"What do you want to do?" Chris questioned, his voice tinged with desperation.

You were at a loss for words. Undoubtedly, you loved him. However, love no longer seemed to be enough. The burden of time, the weight of expectations, and the harsh truth that life waits for no one all crowded your thoughts.

"I don't know" you finally confessed, the strain evident in your voice. "I don't want to lose you either, but it feels like we're helpless against all of this. Time... it's slipping through our fingers, and I don't know how to halt it."

Chris peered out of the window, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “There’s a part of me that just wants to escape from all of this, to abandon everything with you and leave the world behind. But I know we can’t do that.”

The notion of running away together and starting anew, leaving everything behind, had always lingered in the depths of your minds. However, both of you understood that it was merely a figment of imagination. Reality was far more intricate.

You let out a deep sigh and locked eyes with him. "Do you think there’s still a chance for us?"

Chris didn’t respond immediately. A prolonged silence enveloped the room, interrupted only by the gentle melody playing in the background.

Eventually, he turned to you, and in his eyes, there was a glimmer of something that had been absent for a while. "Yes" he murmured softly. "But we both have to desire it. We have to figure out a way to halt time—or at least not let it govern us."

Those words, despite their simplicity, ignited a faint glimmer of hope within you. Perhaps not all was lost. Maybe, if both of you truly exerted effort, you could salvage what you once had. Maybe you could still defy time, at least for the two of you.

"If we both believe in it, we can make it" you responded, clasping his hand.

Chris nodded, and even though you were aware that the path ahead would be arduous, in that moment, with your intertwined hands and the world outside continuing its motion, you sensed that, at least for now, time was finally on your side.

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[ch6rm]

✧ ࣪˖ angel!reader & dealer!chris exploring a hidden trail together

˖ soph's note i love them sooo much nd i can’t wait to write more about this au!! feel free to send in asks + reqs in my inbox about them <3

chris slouched on the worn bench, the smell of damp earth and wildflowers filling the air around him. a half-burned joint dangled lazily from his fingers as he stared out at the greenery of the hidden trail you had dragged him to. he still wasn’t sure how you managed to convince him—he really wasn't in the mood. but he found it hard to say no to you.

twigs and leaves crunched beneath your feet as you picked a few wild flowers. you looked over to see chris still sitting on the bench, noticing he had brought a joint with him. “really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and pointing at the joint in his hand. “you’re out here breathing in fresh air, and you’re still doing that?”

chris gave you a dry smirk, taking a slow drag and exhaling the smoke into the breeze. “fresh air doesn’t do much for me,” he muttered, flicking the ash away.

you plopped down beside him, shaking your head. “you know that stuff isn’t good for you,” you said, your voice soft. “you can’t keep doing it forever.”

chris glanced at you, the teasing edge in his expression still there. he wanted to say you cared too much, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. “chill out, angel. 's not that bad. it's all about balance,” he mumbled, turning his gaze back to the trees.

for a moment, there was silence, the distant sound of birds chirping filling the space between them. you rested her chin on your hand, watching him with that same patient, gentle look you always gave him—the one that somehow made him feel seen and annoyed all at once.

“you’re lucky i dragged you out here,” you finally said, bumping your shoulder against his lightly. “nature’s good for the soul. way better than whatever you’re smoking.”

chris snorted, shaking his head as a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. “you’re such a pain, you know that?”

“yeah, yeah,” you said, grinning. “but you love it.” you looked at him before handing him the wildflowers you picked, "here, i picked some flowers. take them home, they're pretty.”

he didn’t respond at first, leaning back against the bench as he took the flowers from you. for a moment, he just stared at the flowers, brows furrowing slightly. he shifted his weight on the bench, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he were trying to suppress a smile or a laugh. you weren’t sure if he thought it was stupid or if he was just caught off guard. “what am i supposed to do with these?” chris asked, his voice low, but there wasn’t any bite to it—just quiet curiosity.

“whatever you want,” you said with a shrug, “maybe they’ll brighten up your place or something.”

he didn’t really need the flowers. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, you had already taken care of brightening up the place—bringing something he hadn’t realized he was missing. the flowers in his hand were just another piece of the strange, unspoken thing that was growing between the two of you.

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[girlyrafe]

jellycat secret santa.ᐟ

ʚɞ a december to remember

𖢔 notes: kinda lost the concept but still!

── .✦ advent .ᐟ

summary: you and Rafe but each other jellycats as a sort of secret Santa for Christmas but his choice is initially a little questionable.

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So, we’ve all seen that TikTok trend where a group of girlfriends buys each other a thong and a Jellycat that’s supposed to match their personality, right? Well, then there’s Rafe. He’s not a girl, but you still want to see his take on you through the eyes of a Jellycat. So…

“Hey, Ray.” You snuggle up closer to him on the couch, your phone glowing brightly in the dim light. You flip it toward him, showing a video of people exchanging Jellycats like a cute, plushie version of Secret Santa—minus the naughty bits, of course.

Rafe takes your phone with a smirk, already guessing where this is going. “Uh-huh?” he says, raising an eyebrow, like he’s already got it figured out.

“Can we do that too?” you ask, a hopeful gleam in your eyes. “But, like, pick Jellycats that remind us of each other and wrap them up all cute and cosy?”

So, a couple of weeks later, here you both are, sitting on his bed. You’re cross-legged, practically bouncing with excitement like a kid on Christmas morning, while Rafe lounges against his headboard, trying to play it cool—though you can tell he’s just as excited as you are.

Between you two are two bags, overflowing with tissue paper, each neatly wrapped—well, yours is, but Rafe's did his best (there’s a bit of tape sticking out, but it's charming). Your excitement is practically vibrating off you, making Rafe even more nervous than he probably already was, hoping you’ll like his pick.

“Soo,” you start, stretching the word out dramatically. “Soo?” he teases back, mimicking you with a grin.

 

“Well…” You nod at the bags, then hand him yours and take his in return. 

You let him go first. The plush you picked for him is so adorable, in your humble opinion. And while Rafe might not care too much about the plushie itself, you’re sure he’ll at least think it’s cute.

When he pulls the bear out, he immediately bursts out laughing. You watch, eyes wide, as he hugs the soft, coffee-coloured bear to his chest, still laughing. 

“I fucking love this,” he says, finally catching his breath. “It’s perfect. Like… it’s really like something else here.” He gestures to himself, and you're not sure if he's talking about his own personality or... something else, but either way, thank god he loves it.

The more you grin at him, the more his laughter bubbles up. The bear’s name is Bartholomew, but honestly, it’s like he’s the plushie version of Rafe—stern on the outside but secretly a total softie. 

He hands you your bag next, still chuckling. You can feel your heart race with a little mix of excitement and nervousness. 

You tear away the paper quickly, and your eyes go wide when you pull out—wait, is that a goat? 

Your confusion must be obvious, because Rafe’s face turns a little sheepish. He watches you intently, waiting for your reaction.

It’s not what you expected. You thought he’d pick something like a pink bunny or a cuddly kitten, but as you study the little goat—soft and round—it’s growing on you. The more you look at it, the cuter it gets. It’s actually adorable, in a quirky way. 

You look up at Rafe, who’s giving you a nervous grin. “I, uh, I can get you a different one if you don’t like it,” he stammers, clearly worried. “I just thought…”

You interrupt him before he can ramble too much. “Shut up,” you say with a teasing grin, pulling him toward you and kissing him before he can overthink it. His lips curve into a smile as he kisses you back, and for a moment, nothing else matters—just you, him, and the little goat that somehow fits perfectly into this moment.

©GIRLYRAFE