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| pairing: drummer!matt × berry!reader

| warnings: aaaaaa idk, still none??, slight mention of suicide..

English is not my first language!!!!!

All week, Matt texted her first, trying to keep the conversation going and hoping that Berry would feel less lonely in a strange city. But she, on the contrary, tried to answer as simply as possible, afraid to get to know him better. Afraid to become friends and get attached. When he invited her to walk around the port the other day, she came up with the most common excuses, like 'Oh, I need to clean the house. Oh, I don't feel well.' She knew that this was the only way she could lose contact with anyone. But she simply didn't know how to do it any other way. So she spent her days lying in bed, watching social media, movies, or saving baking recipes that she would never make due to laziness or a lack of ingredients. In the evenings and at night, she still saw Matt through the windows of each other's houses, but everything was limited to a nod and a slight smile.

Just recently, Berry thought she'd literally die without people around her, that this was the end, and all that lay ahead were pills or an open window. Now she still worried about it, but she was starting to get used to it. It was a relief that this was a new city where she wouldn't be able to see those familiar faces or those warm places that simultaneously made her heart ache and ache to the point of tears. No one knew her here, which meant nothing would hurt.

Matt's distance lasted until Mrs. Sturniolo came to visit Mara on Wednesday evening to get to know her better and become friends. Matt seized the opportunity and, of course, decided to come, knowing it was either meeting now or not until the end of the summer.

So when Berry saw him on the threshold of their house, she immediately hesitated, begging the universe to let her evaporate at least for this evening.

"Mary Lou, come in! Oh, are you Chris?" Mara asked hesitantly, afraid of making a mistake, even though she did.

"I'm Matt, it's okay, we get confused often," he laughed as he walked into the house and also stood shyly to the side.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! As I know, you and Berry already know each other, she'll show you to her room. Take something tasty with you." Mara continued to be polite, already placing a tray with a teapot, cups, and a plate of various goodies on the coffee table in front of the sofa, where Matt's mother was already sitting.

Berry immediately gathered everything she needed and nodded for Matt to follow her. They climbed to the second floor and walked down a small hallway to her room. Once inside, he immediately began to examine everything. The ceiling was hung with pastel purple and blue tulle and garlands with stars. Movie and band posters, small drawings of unicorns, fake daggers, and a fake deer skull hung on the walls. On the dresser, he noticed a silver tray with a couple of candles and various stones, resembling a mini altar. A simple dark blue blanket lay on the window where she always sat, and a simple garland hung from a horse. Her bed was filled with various pillows and blankets, providing back support.

"You look like you're in a museum," Berry giggled, putting the marmalade, chips, soda, and other junk food on her bed, leaving room on the sides so they could sit opposite each other.

"I feel like I'm really into it. Not in a bad way, not at all." Matt glanced in her direction, then walked over to her bookcase and began examining and touching some things.

"Do you want to watch something? I honestly have no idea what else we can do."

"Yeah. Why not. Have you watched The Amazing World of Gumball?" Matt continued to examine every detail of her room, slowly approaching her bed, where Berry was already sitting with her laptop and practically typing into a search engine: "What to play if a neighbor comes to visit?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm probably already somewhere around season two or three... then let's watch this."

This immediately calmed her down, as she adored the cartoon, so she wouldn't have to watch another stupid movie where the actors act like mannequins. They both settled more comfortably on the bed and immediately began opening the sweets and dumping them into one huge bowl, not at all afraid of mixing everything together at once.

After a few episodes, when both Matt and Berry felt comfortable enough to start a conversation, they stopped being silent altogether.

"So why did they even name you Berry? Like, is that your real name, or has everyone been calling you that since you were a kid and that's why you introduce yourself that way now."

"That's my real name. At first, I even had some complexes about it. Come on, all my classmates were named Evelina, Lily, Audrey, Hannah. And I'm Berry. Why not fucking Cucumber? Over time, I even accepted it, now even considering it a charm. But yeah, sometimes I'm shocked by my biological parents."

"Wait, what? Biological?" the shock evident on his face as a gummy shark nearly fell out of his mouth.

Panic immediately washed over Berry, realizing she'd revealed the biggest secret of her life. She hadn't intended to tell him, especially not to Matt. If she was bringing it up, it meant she was starting to get used to him.

As soon as I start to get used to it, it means I'll soon become attached

"Damn... it was actually a secret. I- just forget it if you can."

"Okay, I'm not forcing you. But I wouldn't mind waiting until you're ready. Don't think it's bad that you're adopted. I'm sorry... that's it, I'm keeping quiet.

Honestly, Berry didn't expect Matt to be so calm and understanding about the situation. When she told people she trusted about it, they immediately started making jokes and calling her names. And when they texted her about her shortcomings before disappearing from her life, they never missed a chance to say something like, "No wonder your biological parents abandoned you."

Each time it hit her harder and harder, but now, when she saw understanding and even some regret in his eyes, Berry wanted to cry not from the memories but from the understanding with which Matt treated it. In an instant, she wanted to tell him about all her problems, confide in him all her secrets and hope that this man wouldn't leave like all the others.

Smiling, she brushed away the tears that had appeared in her eyes as discreetly as possible.

The rest of the evening, which had already turned into night, went well. They laughed at the cartoon, almost cried because of their stomach pains from the amount of junk food, and tried to wash it all down with plenty of water, hoping that it would make the pain go away. By the end, they were already beginning to fall asleep, but Mary Lou took Matt in just in time, because he was already on the verge of falling asleep for the next seven hours.

Berry fell asleep thinking that maybe Matt was finally the one she should open up to and trust. Maybe she wouldn't be too much for him.

okay, I literally cried while writing all this...

holy shit matts hair😍😍

⋆﹒༚𓂃⊹ ࣪ ˖ vampire!reader feeds off of boyfriend!chris

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ featuring.. ꒰ cherry ꒱ & ꒰ chris ꒱

walking around school with chris, your hand in his, you listened to him talk about what happened in his previous class. chris' words began to sound like a mumbled mess, making it hard to focus. it felt as if you weren't even there when everything around you began to morph and warp together and the noises around you became unintelligible.

seeing your zoned-out figure, chris shook your shoulder, bringing you out of whatever distorted world you were in. "you okay? you seem a bit out of it," he asked, a concerned look painted across his face. "yeah, 'm fine," you said, running your tongue across your teeth, trying to sooth the dull aching from your canines—a pain thay only occurred when you needed to feed.

"seriously? be honest." his tone was firmer now, still concerned but not believing your lies. "honestly, im fine." you said, no emotion in your voice. the ache in your canines grew more powerful, the sensation of your tongue not doing anything to help. chris stood to face you and grabbed your wrist, rubbing, what would've been soothing circles if your body didn't feel like it was going to explode from the hunger.

"cut the bullshit. don't lie to me, baby." his face was serious now, yet you could still see the concern seeping through the cracks of his skin. your eyes were glued to his neck as he spoke to you, the scent of his blood singing your name like a siren song. your pupils grew wider, crowding the space in your eyes, as you became engulfed by his scent. you felt the repetitive pulse throb beneath your eyes: creeping up, never faltering and forever growing just like your hunger. his touch on your wrist radiated like a hot rod being rubbed up and down your skin.

"oh, you're hungry." he whispered, his tone soft and low. his eyes were glued to yours. he watched as your eyes pulsed and veins grew darker. his eyes grew emphatic as he saw you suffer. "you know..we can go to the bathroom..i doubt anyone's in there, it's nearly the end of break, plus, we can go to the one at the back of the school that's always empty. no one will be in there." he suggested, already starting to pull you to walk to the bathroom.

by the time you had gotten to the bathroom door, the bell had rung, meaning it definitely would be empty. chris pushed the stall door open, pulled you inside and locked it. he lent against the stall wall, before pulling you closer. he brung your face close, grabbed your chin and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. pulling away, he held your jaw and gently stroked it. he tilted his head to the side to expose his neck to you without hesitation, then, in a tone so warm it could've put you at ease just by hearing it, he whispered " go on, you need to feed."

guilt rushed over you violently quick, "but, i‐i don't want to—" you tried to argue before chris cut you off by moving his hand to your mouth. "i don't care if you hurt me. you need to feed, use me." there was no fear in his face—only the desperate need to help you. his lips turned up into a faint, encouraging smile, inviting you closer to the warmth of his neck. "take what you need baby," he whispered softly, pulling you into the crook of his neck.

you placed a feather-light kiss to his skin before sinking your aching fangs into his neck. his blood trickled into your mouth from the holes you pierced in his pale skin. the sweetness of him eased the aching in your canines almost instantly. your pupils had pulsed wider from the rush of ecstasy surging in your veins. your nails dug into his shoulder to ground yourself from euphoria robbing your self-control. a

chris groaned and bit down on his lip as pain struck through him. his hand found its way to the back of your head, tangling in your head, trying to steady himself. "oh, fuck." he mumbled between the teeth biting his lip.

he threw his head back against the cold wall of the bathroom stall. colour drained from his face, his face became stripped of its colour in an instant. sweat ran down the back of his neck, pooling at the collar of his t-shirt.

chris looked up at your face, watching your expressions as you drank from him. your eyes bled into a scarlet red, and the veins around your eyes pulsed with excitement. ypur cheeks flushed with a stolen warmth as you suckled on the blood from your boyfriend's neck. pulling away, blood trickled down your chin and lips, dripping onto the floor. you panted as if all the air had been sucked out of your lungs. having finally caught your breath, you stared at the dripping, weeping pierce mark left in chris' skin.

shame rushed over you when the sight of his bloody neck made you desperate for more. chris was still sweating and drained in the face, obviously from the effects of the bite. "just one more, yeah? 'm still hungry.." you whispered, clutching at his shirt, and hoping he would give in to you. to which, he weakly nodded, "be gentle,"

as soon as his blood hit your tongue again, your head throbbed and pulsed, making your eyes flutter shut. the euphoric sense of his blood entering your mouth again and fulfilling your needs made a wave of extreme bliss crash over you. your hands reached out to grab chris' waist with a bruising force when his legs buckled under you. holding him against the wall, you continued to suck on his neck.

pulling away from him, you licked the blood from around your mouth. seeing his weak and exhausted body, you pulled him to sit on the floor with you. he looked up at you, panting heavily, trying to compose himself. you lifted his jaw and gently tilted it to the side again, then soothed your tongue across the pierced mark, clearing the pain and licking the blood.

"are you okay?" you asked, finally seeing the colour come back to his face. "hm, just tired and dizzy," he grumbled, staring at you with a silly smile and half-hooded eyes as the blood made its way back into his system. "do you want to take a nap at my house?" you asked, before reaching for his hand and dragging him all the way to your bed for rest.

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💬: hai :D first fic for cherry and chris!!! woooowwwwww everyone cheer!!!!!!

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Mafiaboss!Chris x Ballerina!Fiona

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Requested! This is not apart of the current mini series for them and takes place before those events.

After a situation where Fiona breaks one of Chris’s sacred rules. Chris has no choice but to punish Fiona for her actions.

CW: SMUT! spanking, very rough sex, overstim, degrading, power imbalance, (I think that’s it lmk if I missed anything)

“Alright sweetheart my meeting just ended, what was it you wanted to do again?” Chris subconsciously said thinking Fiona was waiting in their bedroom for him.

Earlier that day Fiona and Chris had discussed how the day was gonna go. He told her she needed to stay in their room for a little while since some of his colleagues were coming over for a meeting.

Chris assumed she’d still be in there since she usually didn’t leave til he came back. But to his surprise she was nowhere in the bedroom, or the garden, or the dance studio, or anywhere on the property.

Chris was beginning to get very irritated with this. He’s expressed many times to her that she has to tell him where she’s going. Yet they always get into situations like this and Chris was over it.

Chris whipped out his phone and called Fiona. The phone rang and rang until he got that annoying message when someone wouldn’t pick up the phone. Chris ticked his tongue as his eyes grew darker. He called her again and again, still straight to voicemail.

He groaned, he knew there was only one more place she could be and his blood ran hot thinking about it.

Recently Fiona discovered a pathway into the woods in the backyard. Chris told her to stay out of it for many different reasons. For starters she could get seriously injured or lost out there and Chris wouldn’t have any knowledge since the woods are pretty far away from the house. So when Fiona asked to explore it one evening Chris gave her a straight “no” and that was the end of discussion.

Now Chris has set off to find Fiona in these woods he had forbidden her from going in. “Fiona!” He yelled out not in a soft manner though, in a “you're in big trouble” manner. He kept yelling her name as he stomped passed tree after tree.

Finally he spotted the black haired, delicate figure of his partner. “Fiona” he said sternly, Fiona whipped her head around as fear ran through her veins. “You disobeyed me once again in more way than one.” he lectured

Fiona swallowed a lump in her throat before replying. She thought going out there while Chris was in a meeting would do no harm, she’d be back by the time the meeting ended anyway. But as she walked further and further into the woods she started to lose track of where she was.

“I know, I’m sorry I just got so lost and I-”

Chris cut her off, “stop making excuses! I told you not to go in here and instead of listening to me you snuck out here while I was in a meeting!” He shouted a little louder than usual.

“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have done it.” She honestly stated.

Chris hissed, not buying her worthless apologies. “What has gotten into you lately, you've been breaking all my rules without even changing your ways.”

“I know, I promise-” Fiona was once again cut off,

“Lecturing isn’t good enough anymore, maybe I need to show you what happens when you disobey me one to many times.” Fiona cocked her head to the side, she was used to Chris’s mild punishments. Yelling at her, taking away something she cherished like,

“No ballet for a week,”

“No music for 2 weeks,”

“No going out for a month,”

But now, Chris was getting at something else. Something darker, maybe even sinister, Fiona tried to argue but before she could even finish her phrase Chris threw her over his shoulder and began to walk back to the estate.

“Baby what are you doing,” Fiona squirmed in his arms forcing Chris to tighten his grip. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson on why you shouldn’t disobey me.”

Fiona whined the whole way to the bedroom. She tried convincing Chris that she’d behave without needing whatever ‘lesson’ Chris was planning but he wasn’t having it.

Once they entered the bedroom Chris threw Fiona onto the bed. He sat down on the edge of his lap. Fiona took the gesture to perch herself up onto his lap. But once she sat down Chris snaked his hands to her waist and flipped her around so her ass was in the air and her face was facing the ground.

Chris hiked Fiona’s dress up to her hips, “these can come off,” he muttered as he swiftly pulled Fiona’s panties down.

Then suddenly Chris raised his hand and forcefully smacked Fiona’s ass. The impact made Fiona jolt, the pain made her gasp but she quickly shut up once Chris began to speak again. “I want you to count each one,” Chris sharply said.

Chris smacked her ass again harder this time, turning it red afterward. “One,” tears prickled down Fiona's face.

After a little while the pain became unbearable for Fiona. The blood started to rush to her head and her sobs became louder as the numbers she counted for higher. At 14 her voice choked up, “keep counting sweetheart,” Chris barked. She mumbled the numbers through her cries.

Chris kept his regular rhythm with each hit, not one bit of empathy in the strokes. But Fiona would be lying if she said she wasn’t getting wet by the second. Even though her sobs told Chris to stop, the wet spot in between her legs said otherwise and Chris could tell.

He noticed it the moment her juices began to leak onto his pants. “Are you seriously getting turned on from being spanked?” He scolded, Fiona whined in response. “God you like this don’t you?” He said as he ran his fingers through her folds.

He abruptly picked her up and tossed her back onto the bed, face down into the pillows. “Fuck…your gonna kill me one day with this type of shit.” He groaned, unbuttoning his shirt as he kneeled over her shaky body.

“You won’t be needing this on anymore.” He said as he peeled off her dress. He undid and pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his painfully hard erection.

Fiona’s red eyes widened, she’s had sex with Chris before numerous times so she knew how big he was. But every time she sees it fully out her stomach begins to flutter with nervousness.

Chris leaned down to whisper in Fiona’s ear, “don’t think you're getting off the hook just because I’m giving you what you want.” Then suddenly he thrusted into Fiona with no warning.

He began to set a violently fast pace before Fiona could even adjust. Fiona reached her arms out to wrap them around Chris’s neck but Chris quickly caught them with a torturously tight grip. He pushed them back above her head and held them together with his one veiny hand.

“No touching,” he groaned

His rough thrusts were agonizingly good, more tears fell from Fiona’s eyes. Her moans ripped through the air louder than ever.

Chris’s pace picked up even faster as he listened to Fiona’s moans, more eager to finish. He started to use his free hand to rub circles around her clit. Fiona’s eyes rolled to the back of her head from overstimulation.

“F-fuck C-Chris too much,” she stuttered, but Chris ignored her cries and aggressively flipped her around so her face was shoved into the pillows. “I don’t need any more commentary from you.”

Fiona’s walls clenched around Chris’s dick, she could feel the knot in her stomach building. She was close and Chris could tell, “you gonna cum baby?” Fiona's muffled moans told him everything.

With that the knot in her stomach bursted, the euphoric wave of pleasure washed over Fiona as she rode out the high. Fiona’s walls milked Chris’s dick and not too long after he was filling her gummy walls with his hot load.

After a few seconds of recovery he laid himself next to Fiona, beads of sweat still dripping down his face. He looked over at Fiona’s fragile body, still a little shaky from the events that just happened.

His eyes focused on her extremely red ass, “that’s gonna be sore tomorrow.” He joked, gently rubbing her ass with his hand. Fiona shooed his hand off her, still sensitive from the spanking’s.

“Don’t worry love, you took the punishment very well so I’ve decided to forgive you for your disobedience earlier. ” he said as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. Fiona lazily grinned in response, so not quite ready yet to give full sentences.

Chris then got up from his spot on the bed and swiftly put back on his clothes. “I’m gonna go pour myself a glass of whiskey, would you like me to get you anything.”

“Ice pack,” Fiona mumbled into the pillow

Chris chuckled, leaning down to kiss Fiona on the cheek. “Of course sweetheart” he muttered before lightly patting her bottom and strutting out of the room.

Before Chris even came back Fiona fell fast asleep, exhausted from everything that just happened.

When Chris did come back he carefully placed his whiskey on his nightstand and set the ice pack on Fiona’s red bottom.

“God I needa spank you more often,”

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you're so right anon omfg he'd eat it so good 😫

— ⧽ after a fun night, you wake up in bed with a ceo

tags :: nsfw smut ; sexual encounter, drinking, dirty talk, penetration, pet names . .

you walked into Chris's spacious new house, immediately feeling the warmth of the festivities. the space was stunning, chic, sophisticated—just like him—a man rumored to have made his millions before his thirtieth birthday.

as the evening unfolded, you caught up with friends, some old and some new. the clinking of cocktail glasses mixed with a low, pulsating beat, laughter echoing through the rooms. you excused yourself for a minute, drawn to the kitchen for a break from the crowds, observing the modern architecture in the dim light.

and then you saw him. dark hair, tall, with a pair of piercing blue eyes that seemed to meet yours across the room as he laughed with a guest. there was something strongly pulling you in, a sign of authority you couldn't quite pinpoint.

he looks like a wet dream you only experience once.

where Chris has you pinned in a headlock…

it started as a joke, a playful shove in the hallway that folded into a wrestling match across the carpet, and now it has reached here, on the mattress, with the taste of cotton filling your mouth.

your nose is pushed into the sheets over and over. the fabric is rough, but the irritation is nothing compared to the throbbing heat of your cunt. Chris has you in a headlock, his bicep a wall of hard muscle bulging against your skin. your neck is pinched securely between his upper arm and forearm, pinning you flush against his chest.

"Chris—!" you gasp, your voice muffled.

"Chris, hold on," you wheeze, clawing at his forearm. "ease up... it's too tight. my neck."

you try, the sound smothered by the sheets. the headlock remains firm, your head locked against his chest, your breathing labored. he begins to move, his thrusts heavy and brutal.

he doesn't loosen his grip. instead, he tightens it, his arm acting as a vice that kills your attempts to squirm.

"where you think you’re goin', huh? stay still," he growls, his voice harsh.

his arm tightens around your throat, not to choke you, but to stifle the weak writhing of your body. your movements are an inconvenience to his rhythm, and he holds you steady so he can continue driving his cock deep into your hole. the sound is vivid—a messy squelch as your lubrication mixes with the friction of his skin.

"i can't... i can't breathe—," you whine, your hips bucking instinctively against him.

"shuuut up," he snarls. "just wait 'til i’m done with you. i’ll give you a mouthful of my cock if you behave for me, baby."

you go limp in his arms at that, surrendering to the role of his perfect little fuckdoll. you’re going to be fucked exactly how he wants you to be fucked. the thought of his thick, salty length filling your mouth, of submitting to him in every way possible… you couldn’t resist.

"there she is, my good girl," he murmurs.

you moan, muffled and desperate. "please, Chris, just fuck me."

"i’ll fuck you however i want," he grunts, his weight bullying you flat into the matress. "you’re just a little toy for me right now, aren't you?"

"yes... yours," you whimper.

he snickers, his voice dark. "s’funny watchin' you fight at first. you really thought you could wrestle me off, sweetheart?"

he flexes his bicep against the thin skin of your throat, and your heart pounds. you arch back into his rapidly quickening thrusts.

"mm, does that make you crazy?" he pants, his movements becoming vicious. you cry out as he hammers into your cunt, his balls slapping against your skin.

he speeds up, the head of his dick stretching you wide. you feel the tension snap as your internal muscles seize, clamping down on him. you scream into the sheets as the orgasm crashes over you. Chris lets out a groan, his hips snapping forward one last time as he pulses thick, hot jets of cum deep in you.

he holds you there, chest heaving, the headlock finally loosening as he collapses on top of you.

"told you i’d win." he says with a smug grin.

"you cheated. you’re too strong," you breathe.

he chuckles, his hand sliding down to squeeze your hip. "you still want that mouthful of dick i promised?"

you smile, sliding down his body to take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head like a delicious lollipop.

he groans, fingers tangling in your hair. "yeah, just like that... see? this is much easier than fighting."

1) do they fall asleep near each other ? Physically ?

2) what happens when Matt gets sad ? Not grumpy, just really sad ?

3) is there something they find on their raids that always makes them happy ? Cause they get to eat it ? Or wear it ?

4) What is their favorite physical feature in one another ?

5) Do they have an inside joke that always comes back ? If so, what is it ?

That’s all for meeeee

you’re my fav !

1.) yes they do most of the time. at first it was more a thing to keep the heat during the dark hours, but then it just stayed as routine. even when the nights get hotter, dimples finds a way to get closer to him lol

2.) funny you ask… (might have something regarding this for the next chapter) but he shuts down. completely. doesn’t open up about what’s bothering him and lets it consume his brain until he explodes (and he does)

3.) honestly anything that is not strictly necessary to survive but that they like is always welcome. for example, dimples keeps most of the pens/markers/pencils she finds for her journal, and also loves finding little games she can force matt to play afterward. and as for matt, he’ll never say no to smoking a cigarette now and then lol

4.) ☺️ as for matt, besides the fact that we all know he loves literally everything about her behind that nonchalant exterior, it has to or her dimples (obviously) or her hair. he loves her hair, doesn’t matter if it’s down and messy, in a bun, or in a braid, he just loves it. and as for dimples, it has to be or his tattoos (yes pessimistic!matt has tattoos) or his hands (she’s just a girl) or his eyes :)

5.) lowkey their inside joke are just nick and chris lol. wherever they go they always have a good time when they think what they would do/say when they find themselves in certain situations. dimples also enjoys imitating matt’s grumpy ass when she knows he’s in a good mood hehe

━━╋━ DIET PEPSI

in which . . . dealer!chris and preachersdaughter!reader don't make it out of the car after a date at the local diner.

blurb separate to main series, inspired by this ask and also my answer to this ask :)

chris hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you all night. he had taken you out to the local diner after work as an impromptu surprise date, with the honest intention of seeing your sweet face all surprised and excited. but now he was finding it exceedingly difficult to maintain focus on your face, especially when the jeans you were wearing just fit you so well.

his eyes widened when he saw you walk out of the library wearing them, and he felt a sudden surge of jealousy for the library patrons who had the privilege of watching you walk around like that all day, despite the fact that most of them were tired students or retired pensioners who weren’t sparing a second glance at your appearance. the image of you bending over to pick up a pile of books in those jeans sent hot blood rushing through his veins.

wing for obvious reasons has never smoked and has also promised herself she would never even try it (besides, her parents/doctors have repeatedly told her how harmful it can be for her even just being near someone smoking) but she has tried the alcohol that her parents keep locked away behind their back before, although it isn’t something she has fully enjoyed as the combination of that and the amount of medicine she takes daily is not the best.

in which .. chris takes out his emotions on sweetheart!reader and finds a way to make up for it.

ⓘ angsty, smutty, suggestive content, hurt and comfort, crying, making out, dry humping, chris is low-key mean in the beginning (but he makes up for it), inspired by the song make up by ariana grande!

word count - 1.2k

requested by @finalgirlsecrets !

chris has had an exhausting day. his brothers had been bugging him all day over filming their most recent videos. they stayed out for hours, trying to create any kind of content that they could post. there were endless amounts of set-backs, ending in long lasting arguments and silent treatments between the brothers.

pairing: caretaker!matt x chronically ill!reader

summary: the nights are hard, it's even harder when you feel like you're running out of time. but for once, you're not alone anymore and matts there to save you.

word count: 1,743

warnings: mentions of suicidal ideation, mention of self harm, intentions of self harm, mentions of things used for self harm, no actually self harm happens, mentions of ocd, depression and anxiety, mentions of the usual disabilities, mentions of guilt and shame, mentions of fear, i believe that's it. it's very dark, i apologize.

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