#nick is a sweetheart

[sunnymango4]

Lets set things straight:

If charlie and ben stayed together long enought for ben to have charlie go with him to get his wisdom teeth removed after he got them removed and was still under anastisia he would call charlie a bitch and a whore and flirt with all the nurses infront of him

When nick had charlie take him to get his wisdom teeth removed and was under anastisia he called charlie hot, asked him to marry him (repeatedly), called him a ''bossy chick'' after charlie tried to prevent him from take his bloodied gauze out, begged charlie for kisses, told charlie he was the pretiest person alive and gave charlie his pulled out teeth because he rememberd charlie likes anatomy and has a medical replica of a human skull in his room that's missing its wisdom teeth

Upgrades people

[bsturnzmtts]

Innocent touches

From older bf! Matt x sweetheart! Reader au

Contains/warnings: dry humping, innocent! virgin! Reader, making out, pet names, readers first orgasm

It all started innocently, the two of you curled up on the couch watching a movie. Your head rested on Matt’s shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around you. It was cozy, comforting until Matt’s gaze drifted down to you.

You were wearing those soft, pink pajama shorts and that little matching top that always drove him crazy, even though you didn’t mean for it to. He tried to keep his focus on the screen, but the way your hand absentmindedly traced patterns on his knee wasn’t helping.

Before he knew it, he tilted your chin up and kissed you. What started as sweet and slow quickly turned into you straddling his lap, making out intensely. The movie was completely forgotten, his hands resting firmly on your hips as he held you close.

Matt's grip tightened on your hips as the kiss deepened, his body responding eagerly to your closeness. His hands slide up from your hips, trailing gently along your sides and eliciting a shiver from you. He grins slightly, pleased by your reaction, and pauses briefly to admire you. “You look so good sweetheart.” He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath mingling with your own. "You drive me crazy," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, before attacking your lips again.

“Mmh” you let out small whimpers as you kiss him back. You're a little nervous, you guys haven’t done anything like this before.

Matt kisses you back just as passionately, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He notices your whimpers and it only makes him more determined to make you feel good. Matt breaks the kiss. He reaches up to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "It's okay, baby, just kiss me.”

You nod, your face almost a shade of red as you do as he says.

Matt smiles softly as he sees your blush, finding it adorable. His thumb gently tilts your chin up so he can deepen the kiss. His hands slowly slide down to your waist, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Matt's body responds to your closeness and the intensity of the kiss. A noticeable bulge begins to form in his pants, growing with each passing moment. He tries to hide it slightly, not wanting to intimidate you, but the evidence of his arousal is clear. Luckily you don’t notice at first.

His hands guide your hips in slow, gentle movements against his growing erection. He knows he might be crossing a line, but he can't help it. The friction feels amazing. His kisses become more urgent, his breathing heavier as he fights the urge to grind harder against you. "God, you feel so good,"

A wet patch starts forming on your shorts, your breathing starts to fasten. You’ve never felt this way before. “Mmmh M-Matt…”

Matt feels the wetness spreading on your shorts and it sends a jolt of excitement through him. He gently moves your hips, not wanting to overwhelm you. "Shh, it's okay sweetheart, we don’t have to actually do anything… let’s just keep doing this.” he soothes, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks.

You let this new sensation take control. Small whimpers and moans escape your mouth as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

Matt's breath catches in his throat as he feels your warm breath against his neck and hears your innocent yet incredibly sexy moans. His fingers dig into your hips slightly, losing control as he feels you getting more turned on against him.

“Mh hmm Matt”

“Dammit, you can't make those noises… it's too much," he groans, his hips bucking gently against yours as he tries to get more friction. He looks down, noticing the dark wet spot spreading on your shorts, "You're getting wetter…" He tilts your head up so he can see your face. “Look at me sweetheart.”

Your face is completely flushed, you’re trying your best to quiet down your moans and whimpers.

Matt's eyes darken with desire as he takes in your flushed face, the way your lips are parted and swollen from kissing, and the quiet whimpers still escaping you. "Fuck.” He leans in, capturing your lips in a messy, desperate kiss as he continues to grind against you slowly.

Matt's hands slide up your back, arching you closer to him as he continues the rhythm against you. Your soft noises and the feel of your getting wetter through your shorts are driving him crazy. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck.

“Mh Matt… it feels so good.” You let out as you lean your head back giving him more space.

"So fucking good," he agrees, his teeth gently scraping against your neck as he kisses and sucks at your sensitive skin. His free hand reaches up to gently tug at your hair, pulling your head back further to give him better access to your neck. "You're so fucking wet for me," he whispers, his voice strained with need.

You feel an unfamiliar knot forming on your stomach. You start moaning more as that feeling gets stronger.

Matt can feel your body tensing under his touch, the way your hips are pushing back against his. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer as he continues to rub against you through the thin fabric of your shorts. "Look at me,"

“Ahh fuck Matt I- I-”

Matt's eyes snap up to your face, seeing the look of pure pleasure and confusion on it. He knows you're close, so he leans in, kissing you deeply as he grinds against you harder, wanting to push you over the edge. "It's okay, just let go,"

“Oh god Matt… mmh” you moan desperately as you cum.

Matt feels your body shudder and tremble against his as your orgasm crashes over you, your moans vibrating against his lips. He holds you tightly, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure, his own arousal pulsing urgently but ignored in favor of ensuring your comfort. "That's it sweetheart, you're incredible. Fuck, feeling you cum like that..."

“Matt, thank you… I’ve never felt that way.” You say a bit shyly.

Matt nuzzles your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "You've never...?" He pulls back slightly to look at you, his brow furrowing. "You've never had an orgasm before?"

You nod and look down feeling even more nervous and shy.

Matt's eyes widen in surprise, then soften with a tender affection. He gently tilts your chin up so your eyes meet his. "Hey, don't be shy sweetheart. I'm honored to have been the one to show you that feeling."

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[ccomelantartidee]

[clairomatt]

fully introducing . . . fuckboy!chris ⋆｡° ⊹˖

pairing : sweetheart!reader & fb!chris

warnings : smut , p in v , nicknames , bj , slight buldge kink , no use of y/n !!

it was a sunday, which for you meant revising for the next college week ahead. you sat on your bed, laptop on & opened on some physics homework you were catching up on. lana del rey’s voice filled the room softly as you scribbled away in your pink notebook, jotting down whatever you thought might help you on your test tomorrow.

despite the perfect studying environment, you just couldn’t focus. all you could think about was the party your friends were at right now, the party chris was at right now. you knew he’d be cuddled up with some loud sorority girl already — the FOMO was starting to hit hard.

your train of thought was interrupted by a repeated tapping noise. you ignored it, but the noise persisted: three taps in the same pattern. it almost sounded like … someone was knocking on your window.

“chris?” you spoke. you were slightly skeptical, but knew this was 100% something he would do. you pushed the window open, your confused face being replaced with a huge grin as you recognised the unmistakable smirk chris always wore.

“what are you doing here?” you spoke, your mind filling with a million questions. you grabbed the sleeve of chris’s hoodie in your excitement and pulled him inside.

“hey, kid” he responded, laughing under his breath about being practically dragged through the frame of your dorm window.

a wave of doubt and self consciousness flooded your brain as chris scanned your room for the first time. the room was covered in posters and decorated with little lamps. trinkets and figurines covered the surface of your desk. your floral bedsheets and pink pillows matched your lace covered curtains perfectly. you loved your room… but you didn’t think it would be to a drug dealers liking.

“cute room.” chris laughed, picking up a sonny angel figure from your shelf, inspecting it before looking down at you with a smirk. his comment was laced with sarcasm but it somehow put you at ease.

as he looked down at you, you noticed chris’s eyes linger on the brandy melville set you were wearing, a basic white pyjama set with undeniably short shorts. you followed his eyes as they traveled down to your thighs before quickly meeting yours again.

“what?” you laughed, hitting his arm.

he looked down at you, his red eyes not leaving yours for a second.

“nothin’… you look good,” he responded with a low laugh as he walked across the room to sit on your bed.

your cheeks glowed a dark shade of pink at his subtle compliment and the butterflies that were dormant in your stomach fluttered manically. fuck.

you turned around to see chris spread across your bed as if he was the one who lived there. his back layed against your pink pillows and his arm came up to rest comfortably behind his head, causing his shirt to ride up and reveal a slither of his stomach plus the waistband of his black branded boxers. his manspread pose made you want to physically jump him.

despite your rosy cheeks and nervous demeanour, you clamber onto him … settling in his lap with roll of your hips. you look down at him, scanning his expression.

“hi.” you whisper, barley audibly, with a sweet smile.

“hey..” chris says, exahaling slowing. his hands instinctively grab your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the skin as you move your hips in small circles against him. you tug at the hem of chris’s white shirt, pleading him to pull it off.

your palms lay flat against chris’s bare shoulders, hips swirling against his lap slowly. a tiny moan slips past your lips as your clit rubs into the fabric of his black sweats.

your noises went straight to chris’s dick, which was growing under the heat of you. he couldn’t help but to rut up into you as you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck, bringing your open mouth closer to his and pulling him into a deep kiss. he slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing as if it would be the last time.

you pulled away from him, removing your white tank top & revealing your tits that pebbled immediately under his stare. chris’s gaze darkened, eyes only focused on your chest, grabbing your waist and pulling your tits closer to him.

he sucked and kissed at your chest, leaving purple marks behind as his teeth grazed across your skin. whiney incoherent sentences escaped your mouth, encouraging chris to keep going. “fuuuck… look at this shit kid.” he said breathlessly, admiring his work.

you were already a sweaty mess. you brushed your hair away from your eyes, pulling it into a tight ponytail on top of your head. unhooking your legs from chris’s side, you shuffled down his legs, now determined to make him feel good. chris watched as you pulled his sweats down, leaving him in only his underwear.

his dick was begging to escape, straining against the black fabric of his boxers. he was painfully hard, he needed this now. from between chris’s legs, you tugged down his last peice of clothing; watching as his dick sprung free, slapping into his stomach.

he instinctively took himself in his hand, stroking up and down, searching for some kind of relief. “chris.. let me. please..” you said softly, watching how his expression changed. one of his eyebrows raised but he accepted your offer, leaning back smugly and putting his arms behind his head.

you hovered over his dick, gripping the base with one hand, the other hand planted on his thigh to steady yourself. tentatively, you suck in your cheeks — gathering enough saliva to be able to take him in your mouth. your tongue swiped over his tip, making chris hiss at the contact, his breathing becoming erratic.

slowly but surely, you take more of him down your throat, the moans that part his lips giving you a slight confidence boost. his hips jerk forward sharply, causing him to hit to back of your throat roughly. you eyes brim with salty tears that you blink away as you struggle to keep going.

“fuck. fuuuuuck, holy shiiiiiiit..” chris dragged out, letting out a guttural moan. his laboured breathing and the wet sounds of your mouth is all you can hear, the lewd sounds filling the room.

suddenly, chris pulls you off of him.

confusion floods your face. you thought you were doing a good job? abruptly, chris flips you over, pulling your ass into the air and leaning into your ear to say, “wanna cum in you, not in ya’ mouth.”

you nod slowly, looking back at him — seeing the excited smirk growing on his face.

you feel him press into you slowly, the burn overwhelming. as he pushed himself fully into you, he placed a hand on your stomach, pulling you into him closer.

the burn begins to subside and turn into something more. the pleasure you feel as he plunges in and out of you is like nothing else. you feel him everywhere… tugging on your loose ponytail, whispering praise into your ear and in your stomach fucking up into your gut.

the gasp you let out as he hits the spot inside you that makes your toes curl is loud. so loud. you clench involuntarily around him, a warning to him that your close… which only makes him pound into you harder.

“thaaaat’s it. squeezin’ me in so fuckin’ good..” he says through low grunts.

chris’s hand leaves your waist for a second, it coming down to press roughly on your stomach. he can feel his dick rutting into you through your skin. “fuuuuck. you feel.. you feel me in there?” the pressure of him pushing down makes it impossible to answer using words. instead, you moan incoherently, babbling something he couldn’t make out.

it was all becoming too much. him sucking more dark spots into your collarbone, him panting pretty compliments into your ears. everything came crashing down around you when, chris moved his hand from your stomach to trace circles on your clit.

your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth opened wide as your orgasm hit you hard. you gripped onto chris’s hand tightly as he continued to rub you faster. you cried his name like a prayer as you tried to find something to cling onto.. the sheets, chris, anything.

your orgasm dwindled, but chris didn’t stop. still pounding into you at a new faster rhythm, chasing his own high. the overstimulation was painful — but till had you chanting his name, over and over again.

chris let out another guttural moan, this time letting thick ropes of cum spray into you — it leaking out slowly when he pulled out with a pop, flopping down beside you.

“fuck.” he said, through heavy breaths; looking you up and down with a smirk.

you smiled at him through bleary eyes, as he leaned over the edge of the bed to retrieve his black lighter & a blunt from the pocket of his sweatpants.

you watched as he lit the end of his blunt and took a hit, then lay back on your bed and look up at the ceiling. your eyes felt heavy as you fell asleep, watching him blow a puff of thick smoke out of his mouth.

so much for sunday night revision.

A/N: introducing my babies <33 second fic ever so pls be kind ily !!! 🤍🤍🤍 lots of love, emmy

lil taglist !! : @fikesgal @purpledragon222 @trevorsgodmother

[chrissvalentine]

:: sweetheart!chris hcs

sweetheart!chris . . . who is extremely hands on. his hands are on you every chance he gets. he's super physically affectionate, and he'll take advantage of any excuse to be in contact with you.

sweetheart!chris . . . who loves giving you piggyback rides, and he’ll take you everywhere on his back.

sweetheart!chris . . . who is extremely clingy and he'll want you all to himself, especially if he's in a bad mood.

sweetheart!chris . . . who will always puts you first. always.

sweetheart!chris . . . who will always pick you up. literally and figuratively. he loves having you in his lap, or just generally holding you as much as he can.

sweetheart!chris . . . who’s very needy when he’s tired.

sweetheart!chris . . . who gets very jealous easily. like very easily. if anyone else so much as looks at you for too long he's pulling you into his side.

sweetheart!chris . . . who likes your smell. a lot. he's constantly sniffing your hair, burying his nose in your neck, and wearing your hoodies so he can have your scent with him.

sweetheart!chris . . . who’s so emotional and clingy if he's had a bad day. he'll whine and pout until you give him attention. he'll literally beg for cuddles, whining until you pet his hair.

→ love, jess

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[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Video Clips of Sweethearts Pregnancy - Second Trimester

First Trimester Video Clips

♡ ‘big momma don’t play’ - video length: 9 seconds

Chris’ face fills the frame, he had goofy smile plaster on his face as he pops another french fry in his mouth. He double taps his phone screen, turning the camera around to reveal a very pregnant Sweetheart biting down on a cheeseburger. His soft chuckle can be heard behind the camera as Sweetheart looks up, crunching her eyebrows as she makes eye contact with the bright flash right before the clip ends. He sends it to his snap group, captioning it; ‘big momma don’t play’

♡ ‘so fucking cool’ - video length: 27 seconds

Sweethearts baby bump takes over the screen, Chris’ large hand placed gently over the top of her stomach. He presses down on her belly, “c’mon,” his raspy voice echos out of frame, “don’t be camera shy kid,” he coos, his chest vibrating against Sweethearts thigh as he speaks. She lets out a soft giggle, her belly jump with each breath she lets out. Chris sucks his teeth, “he’s not gonna do it — little asshole.” His comment earns another giggle from Sweetheart before baby Bean presses his foot against the barrier of her stomach in one swift movement. Sweetheart gasps, Chris’ eyes widening, his hands trembling as a bright smile makes its way onto his lips. He focuses in on her belly, capturing another sharp kick from their unborn baby. It was a cute video to send to his friends and family. It was one of the few times the two had felt their baby kick.

♡ 'yes daddy' - video length: 15 seconds

Steady clicks of Chris computer mouse fill the, otherwise, silent bedroom, Sweetheart cuddles up with her body pillow on his bed, her phone pointed towards him as she holds down the record button. Chris looks over his shoulder for split second, speaking on cue, "y'wanna go get my mini pizzas from the microwave, baby? I made some extra for you," Sweetheart knew he wouldn't be able to pull himself away from his Fortnite session if he tried, especially considering the fact that the microwave alarm sounded minutes ago. Her pregnancy hormones were like a rollercoaster, already planted the idea in her head before she started recording, "yes daddy," she coos sweetly. The clip shows Chris' head snapping so fast it looks like it could twist around and roll right off his shoulders. Sweetheart lets out a giggle before ending the video and exiting the room to retrieve the mini pizzas.

♡ 'Its a boy!! 💙💙👶🏻' - video length: 42 seconds

Nick points his phone towards Chris and Sweetheart, focusing the camera on the expecting couple who stood at the end of the long dining table Family and friends filling each seat around the table, giving the pair their full attention. Sweetheart has her bottom lip pinned between her teeth, chewing on it nervously as Chris wraps an arm around her waist, lowering her head to whisper something in her ear. A small, toothless smile pulls at Sweethearts lips as Chris smiles at her, pressing a light kiss to her temple. Matt can be seen at the edge of the frame, "they're so cute, it makes me wanna puke. Nick nudges him with his elbow, making the camera fall out of focus and zoom in on Jimmy's face, "I'm recording, y'idiot." Nick quickly pans the camera back to Sweetheart and Chris, letting out a snort in the process at his fuck up, don't worry — I'll edit that out." Thankful he got it together before the group starts counting down in unison, "three ... two ... one!!"

Their heads turned away and their eyes clamped shut as they press their wine glasses down into the neatly decorated cake that Mary Lou ordered specifically for the gender reveal. They crowd cheers as Chris and Sweetheart turn to look at the cake, lifting their wine glasses at the same time to reveal a white and blue striped pattern. Sweetheart slaps a hand over her mouth, taking a step back in shock as the room combusts into a symphony of cheers. The clip catches Chris dropping his wine glass, thrusting a fist into the air, and shouting, "I fucking knew it! I'm having a son!" He wraps an around Sweetheart once again, pulling her in for a bear hug, rocking their bodies from side to side before Nick ends the video.

♡ 'half way done🥹🤰🏻' - video length: 18 seconds

Sweetheart stand in front of the bathroom mirror, phone in hand as she shows off the front view of her growing bump. Chris towering over her from behind, his hands resting on her waist and his chin resting on top her head. He loved the glow that pregnancy induced on her, it was like she swam in the fountain of youth the way she woke up glowing every morning. Chris smooths a hand over her bump and Sweetheart turns to flaunt her bumps side profile, a bright smile etched across Chris' face as he admires her in the mirror.

♡ 'she thinks I'm funny 🥰' - Video Length: 6 seconds

The clips starts out black, Sweetheart voice sounding through the screen, "s'not funny — Chris stop!" You can hear her trying to contain her laughs as Chris pulls the camera back, zooming in on the grey leggings she wore, a dark wet stop stained between her legs and down the inside of her thighs. Chris wheezes from behind the camera, completely hysterical over Sweetheart peeing her pants right in front of him. In her defense, her son had been pushing her bladder a lot more the past week, and Chris couldn't set up a baby car seat if his life depended on it.

♡ ‘I feel so bad’ - video length: 8 seconds

Sweetheart sits on the floor of the kitchen; tears stain her cheeks as she sobs over the last bowl of Mary Lou's chili she so clumsily spilled. Her belly bump getting in the way, making her stumble and lose her balance, ending with her collapsing on the floor in tears over the last bowl of sacred beans. Chris clears his throat, "its okay, babe. We can get some more," he attempts to soothe her, lowkey trying to hold back the laughter in his voice because he knew it'd send her into a rage. They both knew it was silly for her to be bawling her eyes out over a lost bowl of soup, but her pregnancy hormones had her in a chokehold lately. Sweetheart looks up at him, her eyes puffy from crying, "it's not the same, Chris!" she whines before dropping her hands to her lap, letting out sobs as she looks back down at the mess in front of her

♡ 'pregnancy comes with perks 😋' - Video Length: 4 Seconds

Sweetheart is reclined back in the corner of the sectional, a box of Mcdonald's chicken nuggets in her lap. Her feet rest on Chris' thighs, his hands gently massaging circles into the bottoms of her swollen pads. She dips a nugget in the opened sweet n sour cup that sits in the cardboard box before zooming in on her babydaddy, Chris looks over to her and giving her a cheesy koolaid smile as she ends the clip.

♡ 'and you guys wonder why she's pregnant' - Video Length: 17 Seconds

Matt sits at the kitchen island, a bag of Doritos and a pink lemonade placed halfway out of frame as he points the camera to the living room; showing Sweetheart sitting on Chris' lap as they share a intimate, steamy kiss. His hand pressed to the back of her neck to keep her close while her hands ball fists into his shirt. Matt double taps the camera, revealing his signature mean mug before ending the clip and sending it to his close circle - including the Chris and Sweetheart.

♡ 'nesting or whatever the pregnant ladies call it 💪🏻' - Video Length: 12 Seconds

Chris pans the camera to Sweetheart; laundry baskets boxing her in as she folds each piece of baby clothing. A gasp leaves her lips, "awee, Chris!" she coos, holding up a small onesie, "look at his one!" She lips curling into a sympathetic frown at how adorable the newborn sized onesie was.

♡‧₊˚ Cheys Note - Happy Friday 🥳 We ready for today's video?!! Sorry I've been a bit inactive this last week. I'm currently dealing with the flu and my period at the same time, so I feel like death tbh. I figured I'd do video clips again since the last one did so good <3 Emotional support should be out soon, sorry for the delay 😭

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brothersbestfriend!matt and innocent!reader

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[eliorabunny]

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clairo boy no further explanation needed thank u! friend!matt x fem!reader

𐀔⋆✩*｡‧“can you see me / i’m waiting for the right time” ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

𖦹 genre: fluff, friends to lovers ʚ♡ɞ

𖦹 warnings: mentions of alcohol, some swearing, suggestive at the end

𖦹 word count: 769 𖧧

𖦹 a/n: c l a i r o ! b o y ! ur telling me that first pic isn’t him. don’t play ‼️ i may do a continuation of this and get a little nsfw but only if u beg💋 ily xoxo🐇 ᵕ̈ ̤̮

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“i don’t wanna watch tv anymore,” she mumbled.

matt looked over, a confused expression drawing his eyebrows together as he reached for the remote. “is everything okay?”

the two had been enjoying dinner and sitcom reruns, but she was growing tired of the unresolved tension. for the past few months, they would get together and share innocent cozy nights. she had reached out to matt after reconnecting at a high school reunion, and they discovered they had much more in common (mainly, a love of red wine and music on vinyl).

“yeah, i just wanna sit for a sec,” she responded idly, her mind in a rose-colored trance. her goal tonight was to confess her blossoming feelings, but nerves were getting the best of her. “maybe some wine?” matt nodded and smiled sweetly at her. fuck, that smile. her shoulders relaxed slightly and she watched as he grabbed the bottle of cabernet and two glasses.

she pulled a pillow to her stomach and brought her foot onto the couch cushion, resting her cheek on her knee and taking in the sight of matt’s fingers curled around the bottle. he pushed up the sleeves of his cream-colored cable knit sweater, and his forearms flexed as he poured their drinks. something in her stomach flipped. she turned her head away, trying to hide the slight blush forming across her cheeks. matt’s rings clinked softly against the bowls of the glasses, and he took care not to grip too harshly.

“do you want me to put on an album?” matt suggested, placing the drinks down gingerly on the coffee table. she inhaled deeply and nodded. “could you get Blue?”

“good pick,” matt murmured as he skimmed through the record crate. he found the classic indigo cover and pulled the vinyl out of its sleeve, setting it carefully on the turntable.

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joni mitchell’s velvety voice skimmed across the room and covered the two in a haze, a reflection of the snowy blanket resting on the streets outside. the radiator worked overtime as the bitter northeast cold snuck in through a cracked window. a biting breeze slid along the stripe of skin between her henley and pajama pants, and she shuddered. matt’s eyes widened as she absentmindedly moved closer to him on the couch.

perhaps it was the multiple refills of wine, or the proximity, but he suddenly felt bolder. he had been avoiding his own burgeoning feelings for her, afraid to taint a healthy friendship. tonight felt different somehow. they had fallen asleep together on the couch many a time, dozing off mid-conversation, but this was more delicate. an unnamed purity shattered; some sort of barrier between them had fallen this time around.

wrapping an arm around her shoulders, matt pulled her towards him and grabbed the throw blanket that was draped along the seat back. “are you cold?” he asked pointlessly, taking her fingers in his. “let me warm you up.”

her heart rate quickened at his words. did he mean to say it like that? she giggled nervously, turning to look him in the eyes, and found a sincerity the color of denim. “c’mere,” he hummed, tugging at her shirt childishly and leaning back so his head rested on the arm of the couch. she obliged, blushing from the wine (or so she’d say), and settled on top of him, resting her ear over his heart. he hoped it wasn’t beating too loudly, and she hoped he couldn’t feel her second heartbeat against his thigh.

one by one, matt removed his rings and placed them on the coffee table next to the empty glasses. she could have sworn he let out a quiet hiss when he leaned over, and she adjusted her hips subconsciously. his hands found their way around her waist, fingertips exploring the bottom hem of her shirt. “is this okay?” he whispered as he slid long fingers beneath the fabric, the contact sending tingles across her lower back. she sighed shakily and managed to breathe out a quiet “yes.”

a relieved smile spread across matt’s face, and he was grateful she couldn’t see him in that moment. he pressed gently on her back, pulling her flush to him and creating a treacherous friction. his other hand squeezed the pillowy flesh above her hip, as if kneading dough.

“what was the name you were talking about the other day?” his question caught her off guard. just yesterday, someone had brought up pet names in conversation, and she’d mentioned that her favorite was “bunny.” he pretended to forget it a little longer, before speaking down into her hair.

“you feel so soft, bunny.”

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Starry Kiss

Summary: you’ve always had a crush on your childhood best friend Chris but always thought your feelings were one-sided since he always had girls all over him and he could have anyone he wanted. One day you hosted a sleepover for your friends as well as Chris, night soon came and you two were the only ones awake and you go stargazing in the starry night where you confess your feelings to him and he responds with a genuine kiss you’ve always wanted to experience… Genre: FLUFF, childhood best friends, stargazing, sleepover, high school sweethearts, starry night, love confession, best friends to lovers, unexpected kiss & possibly more! Warnings: None! Just cutesy sweetheart best friends finally getting together!

Me and Chris have been childhood best friends and I've always had a small crush on him but never thought my feelings were one-sided since he always had girls all over him and once I even had to help him with his first crush who became his first girlfriend who later turned out to be using him.

The poor guy was devastated after that and I had to be his personal therapist for almost two weeks after he got over her and found a new girl to thirst over, it ended up not being me.

I never was good at expressing my emotions since no one never asked unless it was evident something was wrong, only ever Chris saw through the fake smile I would put on everyday to hide the real emotions I would feel, that's one of the many reasons why I have a fat crush on him since childhood.

After school we walk together to my house or his then I would vent to him and show him the real me no one else saw besides him. We could talk and laugh together for hours on end, I always tried to somehow give him blank hints but too scared to actually confess since Im afrain of ruining our friendship I love so much and will cherish all of our moments together fondly.

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One day I decided to host a sleepover for my friend group, including Chris and some of his guy friends since I know he wouldn't survive being around all of my girlfriends so of course I made an acception for him.

And I’m sure my friends won’t mind.

Chris was the first person to get there since he came in early to help me with preparing all of the stuff that needs to be set up.

While setting up the designated place to sleep we got into a small pillow fight…

• Before Everyone Arrived…

When I was arranging the pillows with Chris’s help, I suddenly felt something soft hit my back and chuckling behind me. Slowly turning for dramatic effect I see Chris burst out laughing and I know he threw the pillow at me.

His laughter is soon muffled by a pillow hitting his face, I soon followed with the chuckles and choked out through the laughter filling the air.

“Thats what you get!”

He immediately went into action and started to throw more pillows at me and I followed behind, throwing pillows at him that were in my reach. We soon started a pillow fight.

I grabbed one of the longer and bigger pillows, he looked at me and put his hand out like eleven while laughing.

“Don’t you even dare!” He speaks between chuckles as I take the risk and hit him with the big pillow in my hand.

“Oh you’re gonna regret doing that”

Suddenly he tackles me to the floor, ending up on top of me with both of us laughing and pillows flying all around, he drops down onto the floor next to me as we continue to laugh at the whole playful situation.

I would be lying if the altercation didn’t fluster me even in the slightest.

| - 🍂 - |

7:45 PM

As the time of the deadline for everyone to finally arrive, me and Chris are waiting by sitting on the couch a bit too close, my head laying down on his shoulder and a simple hand wrapped around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

The whole time I'm trying to hide the slight pink hue growing on my cheeks, its not the first time we sit in such position that could be taken as an intimate one.

My friends often tease me and say to just confess to him like its thats easy. I dont want to ruin our friendship as it could be the last type of friendship we get like this.

While we wait for the others to arrive, the doorbell finally rings indicating they have just arrived, I shoot up onto my feet and to the front door.

Chris follows behind as I open the door, on the other side there’s two girls, my best friend Kayla and Natalie, one guy whos Chris's standing with bags in hand, all being my friends.

I greet them and quickly let them inside, leading them upstairs into the guests bedroom where we’ll be all sleeping since there’s more room there for all of us.

They all put their bags away and we start the fun part of the sleepover...

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10:54 PM

After a little adventure around the night town only illuminated by old street lamps and a snack trip to the store for a small horror marathon we finally got back to my house.

I place the bag of snacks on the coffee table in the living room as all of us gathered inside of the room to start the horror marathon.

All of us take a seat on the couch, the guys sit on one side of the couch and the girls in the other. Me and Chris are in the middle separating the gender groups created.

Grabbing the remote I open the first streaming service I land on, which landed on classic Netflix.

I begin to scroll through the ‘horror’ section, everyone talking among themselves and suggesting what we should watch first before we finally decide on ‘Fear Street’ which is a horror series with 3 movies.

We get comfortable in our spots and I play the movie, some grab snacks and some grab drinks and then the movie starts…

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• After a Horror Movie Marathon

1:31 AM

After watching a god knows how much hours worth of horror movies everyone was finally starting to feel sleepy except for me and Chris for some reason.

“I’m tired…” Kayla yawns, making sluggish moves to get up from her spot on the couch. Everyone else agrees they’re also feeling tired and suggest we should already go to bed.

“Yeah we should go to bed already” Natalie suggests, slowly starting to get up as well to head to our designated sleeping place.

We all follow suite but when I try to get up, Chris decides it would be a funny idea to randomly throw we over his shoulder and carry me to our sleeping place.

I let out a quiet yelp as he throws me over his shoulder, his little giggles echoing through the room as the group looks at us a bit surprised but used to us acting like this with each other.

Trying to protest for him to put me down, sending small hits to his back as he continues to carry me and walk up the stairs with the group until we make it to the room.

He finally puts me down and I shoot him a playful glare which only fuels the stupid grin on his face, we enter the room after everyone and close the door behind us.

We make sure to not step on anyone before both of us got to our sleeping spot for the night and lay down, pulling the duvet over my body as the warmth of it surrounds my body but even with the warm feeling, I find myself not quite being able to fall asleep.

I pretend to sleep, closing my eyes to trick my brain into making me fall asleep but I just lay there conscious with my eyes closed and little did I know that Chris was having the same problem…

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• Two Hours Later

3:09 AM

After a few hours I’m still laying there and staring at the ceiling while everyone’s shallow breathing fills the rooms air and hits my ears in a smooth melody.

A sudden quiet whisper and slight nudge on the shoulder taps me out of my small trance and I look towards the source of the noise.

“Hey, you awake?” I feel Chris’s warm breath hit my cold skin and send a small shiver running down my spine as he speaks.

“No, what’s up?” Answering his question I sit up on my bed and make some room for him to sit down as well so he doesn’t have to keep kneeling down on the hard wooden floor.

“I can’t quite fall asleep for some reason.” He confesses, taking the seat infront of me on the bed. It making a small indent and elevating my own seating from his weight overpowering mine.

“Me neither.” I agree, looking around the room I glance over at the window where the source of the moonlight that’s illuminating the room is coming from.

Noticing the especially starry night sky tonight I remember I was reading an article about that there was supposed to be a starry night.

I suddenly get an idea, since we can’t sleep and I wanted to go star gazing tonight anyway and might as well drag Chris along with me.

“It’s a pretty starry night tonight” I state the obvious before looking back at him and adding, “Wanna go star gazing?”

He glanced between me and the night sky and chuckles quietly then nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, sure”

A soft smile spreads across my face as he agrees and the thought of sitting on a hill with a perfect view of the starry night sky just enters my mind as I imagine the scenery.

We quietly get up from my bed and I grab a blanket on the way out of the room, slowly closing the door behind us than make our way towards the front door to sneak out of the dark house.

On our way down the stairs, Chris suddenly almost trips over something in the dark. Silently cursing under his breath as he out of reflex grabs the my arm and the railing, holding on for dear life to not face plant down the stairs.

I’m trying my hardest to not burst out laughing at his terrified expression at almost falling to his death and making a lot of noise when we’re supposed to be quiet.

Quickly making our way to the front door and almost exiting in a hurry to not wake the others up, I start to lead him to the spot I was thinking of that will have the best view of the sky.

“You gotta place in mind already, princess?” He finally asks in a hushed voice, leaning his head down to make me hear him better. The little nickname he always calls me whenever he wants to gauge a reaction out of me.

“You don’t remember? We used to always go there as kids!” I remind him also in a hushed voice as we walk under the beautiful night sky up a medium hill.

Seeing how his eyes widen in realization as the childhood memories flood both of our minds at once, a small smile growing on my face at the cute moments we’ve had there together.

“Ohh, yeah now I remember” He realizes, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment for not remembering to which I give him a reassuring pat on the back.

We start to go down memory lane of all of the special moments we’ve shared over the past years of our constantly blooming friendship, knowing we’ll never be dumb little kids together anymore just makes my heart ache as I would love to go back in time and relive all of those memories.

Some memories brought laughter, sadness or embarrassment. When we finally made it onto the top of the hill, we were immediately met with an a amazing view of the starry night sky.

My lips fall in an inaudible gasp at how beautiful the scenery is, I look over at Chris and he’s in the same state of awe as I am.

The way the moonlight illuminates his facial features and his long brown strands ghosting over his forehead and slightly above his eyes makes my head go into a slight spiral.

Shaking my head and looking away from him to not cause a too much of a blush on my face than the slight staring has already caused.

A sudden idea comes to my mind, it’s the perfect time and place to confess my longing love for him. It may sound like a typical love story but who knows, he could still say no.

With that thought in my overthinking mind, I start to doubt my idea and bash it. It’s the right place but might not be the right time.

He notices me being lost in thought, my eyes darting over all of the stars on the sky as if I was tracing every possible pattern with them.

His face suddenly is placed infront of my vision, snapping me from the small world my mind had put me in and back to reality.

“Hey, you good?” He asks with concern lacing his tone, a shade of worry shading his features in the moonlight as his brows furrow.

I shake my head, a small embarrassed chuckle escaping past my lips to try and laugh off the situation to make it seem I’m fine. “Yeah I’m fine, just zoned out for a minute”

Him not fully believing me but just brushes off the worry for now, he casually drapes a hand over my shoulder in an almost comforting matter.

Leaning my head on his shoulder we start to walk around the hill to find our spot, soon enough we succeed at our search and lay our backs down on the grass.

We watch the stars, pointing out the constellations we notice the starts aligning to create. It was truly a beautiful sight to witness.

As we observe the starts, I try to get the courage to ask him the question I’ve been dreading to ask him for far too long now that I can’t keep it bottled inside anymore.

I sit up so suddenly a feeling of dizziness washes over me, he follows behind me and the same look of worry comes back to cast a shadow over his features.

“Are you sure you’re fine? Why did you sit up so suddenly?” He questions with concern now thick in his tone, raising an eyebrow at my current actions.

Taking a deep breath before the word vomit begins without my permission and I can’t get it to stop no matter how hard my brain screams at me to stop.

“I can’t keep this hidden anymore, sorry in advance but…” I pause for a second, contemplating my decision before my mouth grows a mind of its own and decides for me.

“I’m in love with you. And I-I am for years now but I was always scared to admit it because of all of the girlfriends you’ve had that were way prettier than I could ever be, I’m so sorry for keeping this from you when we promised to not keep secrets from each other and tell each other everything that’s on our mind…”

After my small ramble I grow out of breath and my breathing grows slightly heavy, looking up at him I see his expression is unreadable so my apologetic instinct switches on.

“I’m really sorry, I know you probably don’t feel the same way and might hate me after this. I’m sorry if this could ruin our friendship in any way and I don’t want it to, I’m so fucking so-“

My words suddenly get cut off by Chris grabbing ahold of my jaw and smashing his lips on mine, instantly shutting my moving mouth up.

I’m at a loss of all words that I wanted to speak in that moment, my mind becomes blurry as I melt completely into the kiss and slowly start to kiss him back.

The kiss feels magical, like taken out of a fairytale. Finally finding my Prince Charming or sharing a kiss that’ll save me and erase all of the problems I’ve ever encountered in my life.

When we finally pull away from each other, I look at him in complete shock but a hint of relief in my features is only visible if you look for it hard enough.

“Why did you do that?” I question, feeling confused by his actions since I was sure I would get rejected by him but am so glad I didn’t.

“To stop you from rambling all night long” He confesses the reason behind the unexpected kiss, a smile growing on his face as a reaction to my confused expression.

“I thought you would get weirded out and reject me.” I as well confess to the reason I’m so confused right now, the relief slowly becoming more noticeable on my face.

“It doesn’t matter now what I could have done, so don’t worry about that now” He answers, the smile growing on his face. His hand reaches and lands on my cheek, caressing it with his thumb in an almost loving way that makes a smile of my own form on my lips.

“You’re way to calm about this right now, it’s concerning” I slip out with a hint of joking in my voice to lighten the tense air surrounding us, we share a laugh together before his lips land on mine again. Both of us smilling into the kiss as we fall back onto the ground and share another passionate kiss under the starry night, almost like a starry kiss…

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White lace

From older bf! Matt x sweetheart! Reader au

Contains/warnings: pantie stealing, innocent reader, masturbation, mention of virginity loss

After two months of dating, the most intimate thing you and Matt had had done was making out. He respected your boundaries completely, knowing you weren’t ready for anything more, and he was okay with waiting especially since he knew you were a virgin. But sometimes, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on you, on the way your clothes hugged your body or the softness in how you carried yourself.

Matt was at your house, waiting in your room while you grabbed something from the kitchen. As he glanced around, his eyes landed on your dresser, one drawer slightly ajar. His breath caught when he noticed a hint of white lace peeking out.

He hesitated, glancing toward the door to make sure you weren’t coming back yet. Curiosity and something deeper got the better of him. Slowly, he reached over and tugged the drawer open just enough to see them.

His heart raced as he picked up the delicate fabric, his fingers brushing over the lace. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist. Folding them carefully, he slipped them into his pocket just before you walked back in, completely unaware of what he’d just done.

Later when Matt was home…

Sitting on his bed, Matt carefully removes the lace underwear from his pocket, holding them up to the light. He runs his thumb over the delicate fabric, his mind wandering to the thought of you wearing them. He can't help but imagine how they would look on you, how soft they would feel against your skin. Matt's imagination runs wild as he pictures you in the matching bra. The way the lace would hug your curves, the way the white fabric would contrast against your skin. He can almost see the gentle swell of your breasts, the way the straps would sit on your shoulders.

Without even realizing it, Matt's body is reacting to the mental image. The bulge in his pants grows more prominent as he continues to think about you in the delicate lingerie. He bites his lip, trying to reign in his thoughts and desires, but it's no use.

He lies back on his bed, the underwear still clutched in his hand. His free hand slowly moves to the bulge in his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze through the fabric. He knows he shouldn't be thinking of you like this, but he can't help it.

"Fuck..." he breathes out quietly, pushing his pants down slightly to free himself. His hand wraps around his hard length, stroking gently as he continues to picture you, the way you'd look, how sweet and innocent yet incredibly sensual…

His hand moves faster, his breath coming in short gasps as he imagines slipping those lace panties aside and pushing his way into your untouched, virgin warmth. He can almost feel your tightness wrapped around him, your innocence is something he can't resist. "Shit, shit, shit..."

A moan escapes him as he continues to stroke himself faster. The image of you in those lacy garments, the way you might blush so prettily at his every touch. His hips lift slightly off the bed, imagining he's burying himself deeper inside you. "God, sweetheart..."

The thoughts become overwhelming, and Matt's pace quickens, his breaths turning to panting. He's imagining how you'd taste, all sweet and innocent, and how shy and flustered you'd be as he explores every inch of you. He can almost hear your soft whispers, your delicate sighs...

Matt's body tenses as his climax approaches. He imagines burying his face between your thighs, tasting your sweetness as you melt beneath his touch. "Fuck, yes..."

A low, guttural groan rumbles in his chest as he pictures you squirming beneath him, your face contorted in pleasure and surprise as you reach your first orgasm. The way your body would arch, your mouth parting in a silent cry.

With a muffled groan, Matt finds his release, his hot seed spilling into the lace panties he's been fantasizing about you wearing. He collapses back on the bed, panting and clinging to the delicate fabric.

As he catches his breath, Matt looks down at the soiled panties, a soft smile on his face. He knows he should be ashamed, fantasizing about you like this, but he can't help it.

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[clairomatt]

introducing … sweetheart!reader & fb!chris ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

౨ sweetheart!reader ৎ

extrovert around the right people. “does it come in pink?” cinnamoroll + miffy. laufey. no set face claim. psych major. gold jewellery. definitely a cat person !!!! “who cares if i’m pretty if i fail my final?” - rory gilmore.

♱ fuckboy!chris ♱

dealer. “quit lookin’ at me like that.” carti + travis . . . lowkey likes sh!reader’s music, but would never admit to that. commitment issues. backwards hats. can roll with his eyes closed. “coming down is all i ever do, babe.” - chase atlantic

how they met . . .

it was two weeks after the start of the school year, the campus still buzzed with that autumn semester excitement. chris however, was hungover. and pissed. a frat member was late on another payment, which he desperately needed. despite his bad mood, needing to keep up his grades, he was heading across campus for his ‘intro to economics’ class.

his mind wandered, ‘MY EYES’ by travis scott blasting in his airpods, making chris forget about his desire to punch that frat kid in the face. for now.

unfortunately, in his music filled daze, chris had forgotten to look where he was going. suddenly he had body slammed into a girl, who was carrying a pile of five or six hardback books. ‘great.’ he thought, ‘this day just can’t get any worse.’

“shit!” the girl hissed under her breath, scrambling to pick up her books. “i’m so sorry— my bad. i wasn’t looking.” she half laughed, trying to break the ice.

chris was about to ignore her and put his airpods back in, when the girl looked up at him. smiling. the kind of smile you give someone after knowing them for years, the kind of smile you know is genuine.

“—uh…” he spoke, clearing his throat. “yeah…don’t worry ‘bout it”

she stood up, books in hand, brushing herself off and pulling down the denim mini skirt she was wearing. she gave him another sweet smile.

“econ, huh?” she said, looking down at the books chris was carrying with a grin. “i have jones for econ. he’s a pain in the ass, he always tries to…” chris zoned out as the girl infront of him blabbered on. what the hell was happening?

he wasn’t used this. talking. usually with girls, they’d fuck and he’d leave, simple. but this girl was acting as if she didn’t know him or his reputation at all. maybe she didn’t?

something about her intrigued chris, the way she didn’t immediately try to suck up to him and act like the other girls that clung to him after seconds of knowing him.

walking towards his class, he wondered if he would see her again.

AN:

my first AU omgomg !! already have lots of fics lined up for these babies. so excited to share them with u🤍 - emmy

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HOT FUZZ (2007)

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♡‧₊˚ Babydaddy!Chris x Sweetheart!Reader - Indecisive

Your grip firm on the handle of your babydaddy’s passenger door, you take a deep breath before pulling it open, the thick scent of black ice mixed with a hint of weed wafts over you, nearly making you lightheaded. Your face crunching in disgust, “have you been smoking?” you ask him before dipping down into the passenger. Chris sits reclined back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel, and his elbow propped up on the center console, “what – no!” he spits out defensively.

You knew he was lying; he was quick the lie. You decided to bite your tongue for the sake of what you were about to tell him. The next topic of conversation would ruin his night, much like the topic of him texting another girl behind your back that played like a broken record in your head, ruining every night and day for you since you found out. You crack the car window a bit, “I don't care,” muttering before turning to Chris with slumped shoulders, “just make sure you don’t do it around Bear when he gets here.”

A gummy smile makes its way across his face, “you took my name suggestion,” he coos, reaching a hand out to smooth over your belly, your son making sure to kick as soon as he feels Chris’ hand. As much as you missed the comfortability of being around Chris, you weren’t ready to go back home with him, seeing him every day would just cause you more heartache. Seeing his car parked outside of your best friend's house everyday like clockwork already hurt enough. Your pregnancy hormones were raging, and you were more emotional than you had ever been. 

You blink away tears, giving him a toothless smile, “I really like it. It’s fitting,” you tell me, looking down at his hand still placed on your belly. It was bittersweet, Bear wasn’t even here, and he made it known he missed Chris almost more than you did. Chris lets out a chuckle, feeling the light kicks against his hand, “yeah?” he questions, looking up at you, those icy blue eyes burning deep holes into your figure, “can’t wait ‘til you're back home.” Your smile fades at his words, telling all that was needed to be told. Chris’ face crunches in confusion which ultimately makes you continue, “that’s uhrm — that’s kinda why I wanted to talk to you,” you chime in, looking away from his intense gaze. His eyes alone would make you crack under pressure any second, giving into whatever his wishes were, which is why you stayed as far away as you could. Chris was a dangerous type of man.

He clears his throat, “what is it?” looking back down at your baby bump like he’s reluctant to pull away. He missed the little butterfly kicks from his son almost as much as he missed seeing you waddle around the house with a jar of jiffy peanut butter in one hand and a spoon in the other. He sported bloodshot eyes, you couldn't tell if it was due to lack of sleep or if he was smoking too much weed, the dark bags underneath of them didn’t do him any justice either. Pressing your lips together, you didn’t want to tell him, but you knew it had to be done, “I think I might stay here for a little while longer — I’m not sure how much longer,” your voice comes out small and brittle, like it could break at any moment.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, emotion lies thick in his voice, “wha – what do you mean?” his Boston accent peeking thru subtly. Tears fill his eyes to the brim, and you watch as he blinks them back, scrunching his face before letting a stray tear stain his cheek. He quickly wipes it, looking out the front windshield like he's trying his hardest to find his next words. Staying strong was so hard when Chris was on the verge of an emotional breakdown in front of your very eyes. You had a soft spot for him, and you feared it wasn't going away anytime soon. It took all of you to not crawl into his lap, run your fingers thru his brown locks, and pepper his face with kisses while he cried into your chest. He was a ray of sunshine; seeing him sad was heartbreaking. You couldn’t help but wonder if he really felt as bad as you did or was it all an act to get you to come back home to him. Either way, his emotional state left you feeling gutted – just like the revelation of him cheating made you feel. 

Chris sniffles, making you pick your head up to look at him, “you don’t want to be with me anymore?” The question that had been running loops thru your mind the last three weeks. Did you want to be with Chris? Of course you did. That wasn’t up for debate. The real question was - could you go back to normal with Chris, raising a newborn without dwelling on the fact that he cheated on you? You couldn’t say for sure.

“I didn’t say that,” you croak out, tangling a hand in your hair. You let out a breathy sigh as your hand drops to your bump, “I just need more time, m’sorry, Chris.” Bear was going backflips at the sound of his dad's voice, or maybe it was your emotions doing the work. A light scoff, filled with hurt leaves his lips, “I’ve been giving you time. It’s been weeks,” he says, tugging another hand thru his hair as he looks at you, biting on his bottom lip to keep it from quivering. 

His sad puppy dog eyes are too heart wrenching for you to handle, so you look away. “I know that, but you’ve been parked out here every day,” you tell him, letting out another sigh. He’d never understand the turmoil and pain he caused you. He’d never understand that you’d never forget what he did. You were at your most vulnerable state, your body was going thru so many changes, you were constantly nauseous or vomiting, and you were keeping your pregnancy from the world. Regardless if Chris only had one conversation with another like he claimed, it hurt, and you didn’t deserve it. 

“M’sorry — I miss you, I don’t know,” he blurts out, turning his body towards you to show you have this full attention, “Bears gonna be here soon and I don’t want anything happening while we’re apart.” You don’t dare to look at him until he places a hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. His touch sends tingles up your spine, as touch starved as you were. You missed his touch more than anything, “I just want to go back to normal; to us. you’re pregnant and —.” His hoarse voice getting cut off by yours, “exactly, Chris — I’m pregnant.”

Tears sting your eyes, a few escaping as you attempt to fan them away. Chris hangs his head low, and you can see his tears make water marks on the center console, “I fucked up, I know,” he manages, the words getting stuck his throat a bit, “I can make it better – I promise I will.” 

You were at a crossroads. You didn’t know if you could believe him, you couldn’t trust him after all. You couldn’t trust the person you created a life with; it was crazy to think. The thought makes you lose control of your emotions. The waterworks start and light sobs leave your lips as Chris pulls you into a tight embrace, rubbing his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner. His own tears soaking a wet patch into your hair, you can feel his chest rise up and down as he breathes staggered breaths. It was comforting in a way; the person who caused all your pain cared enough to console you, he cared enough to cry with you.

“Jus’ please come home,” Chris hiccups, making sure to keep his grip tight on you, “I’ll sleep on the couch. I can fix it, okay? Jus’ let me fix this,” he rambles on as he smooths your hair down with the palm of his hand, repeatedly pressing light kisses to your temple as your sobs fade out. 

You pull away from Chris, tugging your sleeves over your hands and bring them up to your face to collect the leftover tears, “I don’t want — want Bear to grow up in a split up home.” The thought of having to coparent instead of having your son grow up with two active parents who love each other, and him, chokes you up. You and Chris both had two married parents who raised you, it wasn't fair that you son might not get that before he was even born. You fail to keep your composure, sob erupting from your chest, “but I don’t see us working if you can’t change your act.”

Wc - 1499

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hockey! player matt x reader 🤔🤔 can be a headcanon, fic, blurb, anything, i js wanna see sum hockey player matt 😪😪

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hockey player!matt x sweetheart!reader

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