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this may be tooooo risky to say but im women enough to say it. bring back finger sucking. and just hands in general PLEASSE.
also also how did charm n chris meet? whats the back-story with our slow burn lovers
i didn’t forget dw my girl ITS RIGHT HEREEEE
word count- 1107.
warnings- none!!
chapter two
The week had vanished. One moment you were flipping a coin to decide where your summer would begin, and the next your bedroom looked like a clothing store had exploded—hoodies draped over your desk chair, swimsuits piled beside your suitcase, four different pairs of shoes scattered across the floor.
You sat cross-legged on your bed, staring at the chaos with a sigh.
“…This is impossible.”
You grabbed a hoodie, folded it, then unfolded it seconds later. Did you really need it? Probably. Did you already have three packed? Definitely.
Your phone lit up beside you.
FaceTime Video…
A smile spread across your face before you could stop it. You answered immediately.
Matt's face appeared, a worn baseball cap low on his forehead, golden evening sun behind him casting everything in warm silhouette except the outline of his smile.
“Well, there she is.”
You laughed. “There he is.”
“You look stressed.”
“I am stressed.”
His eyebrows pulled together. “…Packing?”
You turned the camera to show him the disaster—clothes, shoes, open drawers, your suitcase gaping open on the bed. When you flipped back, he was laughing.
“Oh, don’t laugh!”
“I’m trying not to.”
“No you’re not.”
“I’m really not.”
You pointed accusingly at the screen. “You’re the reason I’m stressed.”
“My fault?”
“Yes. You accepted the invitation.”
“I know.”
“So technically…” He shrugged. “…this one’s on you, Bunny.”
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “You are so annoying.”
“And yet you’re still coming.”
“…Unfortunately.”
Matt propped his phone against something, revealing where he was—his porch. Beyond him stretched acres of green fields, a wooden fence running across the property until it disappeared into the distance. The sun sank lower, casting everything in warm shades of orange and gold.
“I forgot how pretty it is.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s prettier when you’re here.”
The words came so casually it took you a second to process them. Matt didn't seem to notice what he'd said—or maybe he did. Either way, he reached down to scratch behind one of the dogs' ears as it wandered onto the porch.
“You wanna say hi?”
“You know I do.”
He flipped the camera. Your face lit up.
“Oh my gosh!” The dog looked directly at the camera before tilting its head. “Hi, baby!”
Matt smiled. “I think he remembers your voice.”
“Of course he does.”
“You haven't seen him in over a year.”
“So?” You reached toward your screen as if you could pet him. “I miss him.”
“I think he misses you too.”
“You don't need heels.”
You looked up from your suitcase. “What?”
“Heels. You don't need 'em.”
“I haven't even picked any out yet.”
“You were thinking about it.”
“I was.”
Matt nodded proudly. “I know you.”
You scoffed. “We might go somewhere nice!”
“Bunny.”
“What?”
“We're going fishing.”
You stared at him. “…People can fish in heels.”
“No.”
“They absolutely can.”
“No.”
You held up a pair anyway. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You are unbelievable.”
“So I've been told.”
The conversation drifted effortlessly. You told him about the little coffee shop you'd found near the beach. He told you one of the calves had escaped through the fence that morning. You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face imagining him chasing after it.
“It wasn't funny.”
“It absolutely was.”
“I was running for twenty minutes.”
“I would've paid money to see that.”
“I'll recreate it when you get here.”
“You better.”
An hour passed. Then another. Neither of you noticed.
At one point, Matt wandered off to feed the horses while you folded clothes, your phone propped against books so you could keep talking.
“You still talking to me?”
“I'm literally right here.”
“Just checking.”
You smiled to yourself. “I wasn't going anywhere.”
“I know.”
The answer was quiet. Almost absentminded. Like he hadn't realized he'd said it out loud.
You disappeared from the camera for a minute. When you came back, something sat on top of your head.
Matt narrowed his eyes. “…Is that my hat?”
“What hat?”
“The one you're wearing.”
You looked around dramatically. “I don't see a hat.”
“Bunny.”
“Nope.”
“You stole that.”
“I borrowed it.”
“When?”
“…Six years ago.”
Matt laughed, leaning back. “I've been looking for that hat.”
“I figured.”
“So you just…kept it?”
“It smells like home.”
The words slipped out before you could stop them. Neither of you spoke. Matt's smile softened.
“You can keep it.”
You looked down, fiddling with the brim. “…Thanks.”
The sky outside his house had turned deep pink by the time your suitcase was finally zipped shut.
“There.” You dusted your hands together proudly. “I did it.”
Matt clapped. “I'm proud of you.”
“I packed all by myself.”
“I noticed.”
“I only had minimal emotional support.”
“I think I provided excellent emotional support.”
“You laughed at me.”
“I laughed with you.”
“There was no ‘with.’”
He smiled. “Fair enough.”
A comfortable silence settled. Matt rested his elbows on his knees, looking out across the fields. You curled up against your headboard, hugging a pillow. Neither of you seemed in a rush to hang up.
“You nervous?” you asked quietly.
He looked back at the screen. “…A little.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “It's been a while.”
“It has.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a small breath. “I just…” He hesitated. “…I missed you, Bunny.”
Your heart squeezed—not because he'd said it, but because of how he'd said it. Softly. Honestly. Like he'd been waiting to tell you.
A smile spread across your face. “I missed you too, Matt.”
For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. You simply looked at each other through your phone screens, smiling like there wasn't anywhere else either of you would've rather been.
Matt broke the silence first. “You just yawned.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
“It was…a tiny one.”
“You should get some sleep.”
You pouted. “I'm not tired.”
“Bunny.”
“…Maybe I'm a little tired.”
He chuckled. “I'll see you tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. The word alone made your stomach flutter.
“I'll see you tomorrow.”
Neither of you moved to end the call.
“You hang up.”
“No, you.”
“You called me.”
“So?”
“So you hang up.”
Matt smiled. “You've always been stubborn.”
“And you've always let me win.”
“…Yeah.” He laughed quietly. “I guess I have.”
You smiled one last time before finally reaching for the red button.
“Goodnight, Matt.”
“Goodnight, Bunny.”
The screen went black. For a moment, you simply sat there staring at your reflection. Then, without realizing it, you reached up and adjusted the faded baseball cap still sitting on your head.
Tomorrow.
You were finally going home to the countryside.
a/n- i hope you enjoyed!!!
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thankyou matcha matt for my next blurb!
in which flashback, chris and charm meet for the first time,
word count 1.1k
the morning air carried that unmistakable scent of fresh lumber, damp concrete, and sawdust, the kind that clung to your clothes long after you left a construction site. it wasn’t unpleasant. if anything, it was oddly comforting.
