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honestly idek what im doing here not even hyperfixated on until dawn anymore... ive moved on to another sexy nerd with glasses and his name is Zayne Love and Deepspace (definitely his full name)
ynfortunately that means i discovered i really do have a type (dumb nerds) so hopefully a real one falls into my lap soon 🥰
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i did this really quickly i hope the point gets across
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My brother is super hyperfixated on Supernatural atm and he nonstop sends me edits of thrm going "us" (he's right, they are so us) i hope he never stops
#supernatural#the only things i know about this show are from tumblr and from him#I apparently dress a lot like Dean too#i love my brother sm :3
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I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

HEAVILY inspired by the pic above (made by @antihuntress )
Summary - Chris goes to the mines instead of Sam and Mike to find Josh
Genre - angst, little fluff
Characters - Chris Hartley, Josh Washington
Character speech is colour coded:
Blue = Josh
Green = Chris
If you feel like you've seen this fic before, it's because you have! I posted this fic on my tiktok a few months ago 😭 (_pollka)
The tunnels stretched endlessly, each turn shrouded in cold, suffocating darkness. Chris moved cautiously, his flashlight barely piercing the gloom. Every breath felt heavier, the weight of fear and exhaustion pressing down on him. But he couldn’t stop—he couldn’t leave Josh behind.
“Josh?” Chris called, his voice shaky and uncertain.
The faint sound of muttering reached his ears, a frantic, broken string of words echoing from somewhere ahead. Chris quickened his pace, his heart hammering in his chest.
When his flashlight beam landed on Josh, Chris froze.
Josh was hunched against the wall, his hands clawing at his hair, his head bowed low. His body rocked slightly, his lips moving in a rapid, incoherent whisper.
“Josh,” Chris said, his voice soft, as if speaking any louder would shatter what little remained of his friend.
Josh’s head jerked up, his wide, bloodshot eyes locking onto Chris. For a moment, he just stared, his breathing ragged, his lips quivering as though trying to form words.
“Chris…?” Josh finally whispered, his voice barely audible, trembling with disbelief.
That single word made Chris drop the shotgun and run to him.
“Josh!” Chris fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’ve got you, man. I’m here. You’re okay.”
Josh didn’t respond at first, his body stiff and unyielding. Then, slowly, his hands clutched at Chris’s shirt as he began to shake.
After moments of silence, Josh turned his head a little, leaning into Chris' shoulder.
“Are you real...?” Josh muttered, his voice breaking.
“Yes, Josh, it’s me,” Chris said, his voice firm but desperate. “I’m real. I’m right here, okay? I came to find you.”
Josh’s grip on Chris tightened as a sob escaped him. “I don’t…I don’t know what’s real anymore,” he whispered, his words fractured and uneven. “I don’t—”
Chris pulled back just enough to look at him, his hands gripping Josh’s shoulders. “Look at me, Josh. Feel this. I’m real. I promise you, I’m real.”
Josh’s tear-filled eyes searched Chris’ face, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. “You’re warm…” he murmured, almost to himself.
“Yeah,” Chris said softly, nodding. “Because I’m here. You're with me. I’ve got you.”
Josh let out a broken laugh that turned into another sob as he buried his face in Chris’s shoulder. “I thought I was done. I thought no one…” He couldn’t finish, his voice lost in the tide of emotion.
Chris tightened his arms around him, holding him steady. “I’ve got you, Josh. I’m not going anywhere.”
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if yall WERENT FUCKING AWARE.
PROSHIPPERS ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT WELCOME TO MY PAGE? ESPECIALLY NOT INCEST PROSHIPPERS OR MAP SHIPPERS OR ANY OF THAT SHIT DO NOT COMMENT LIKE NOR FOLLOW MY PAGE AND CONTENT YOU WILL GET PUBLICLY SHAMED FOR IT ON MY PAGE 🤗
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untildawngame’s endless list of favorite images | Chris | 2/?
“Should have paid more attention in climbing class…”
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i love stupid nerd bisexual men. they are catnip to me. real and fictional. world please give me a stupid nerd bisexual man that is real and wants me and is a good person PLEASE
#this is just my type tbh#extra points if they seem serious at first but actually aren't#this is partly about chris hartley#but also about my situationship#sigh
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did somebody say mattjosh (snippet)
matt isn’t really sure why he’s at this party. well, technically, he does know–ashley was too anxious to go by herself, and he loves her too much to say no to her big doe eyes, but there isn’t really a reason for him to be here beyond that. most of the people here are the grade above him, at least, and ash is only here for chris.
matt’s here for ash, ash is here for chris, chris is here because he’s josh’s best friend, and josh–josh is really drunk.
matt slumps on the couch, watching josh washington gesticulate wildly. he’s in his element, really, entertaining a crowd. almost everyone is too drunk or high to care that his jokes are getting progressively louder and less clever.
ashley is sitting on the other couch, a respectable distance from chris, and giggling at something he said. matt grins. he can tell that chris puts her at ease.
he looks away from them, and–
–josh is looking right at him. his eyes are, like, super blue. he’s wearing a flannel with light blues in it, too, and–
–matt tears his eyes away, feeling a little warm. mike, emily, and sam are in the kitchen with hannah. mike’s poking through the fridge while emily looks for more drinks and the other girls sit on the counter.
beth and jess pass by from behind him, heading that way too, and matt is in the middle of his mental headcount when he feels someone sit next to him.
josh.
“hey.”
matt turns, blinking. he wishes his cup wasn’t empty so he could hide in it. “hey, uh, josh, great party.”
josh grins. “thanks, man. glad you and ashley came.”
he can feel how warm josh is just from sitting next to him. he clears his throat, wiping his hands on his jeans. he can’t explain why he’s so flustered. “i—i think mike is raiding your fridge, if you’re. concerned, about that?”
“nah, he’s fine.” josh looks amused. he plucks the empty cup out of matt’s hand and starts fiddling with it. “so, a little birdie told me you made varsity.”
that surprises a laugh out of matt. “yeah, i did. who’s the birdie?” he didn’t really think josh still kept up with the football team.
“shhh,” josh grins, putting a finger to his lips. “it’s a secret. okay, fine, it was totally beth. are you pumped?”
matt laughs again, and josh’s grin broadens. “yep. totally pumped.”
“damn straight,” josh says in a heavy southern accent. he drops it almost immediately, but his words are still a little slurred. “seriously, man, varsity’s a big deal. you prob’ly worked your ass off. you should be proud.”
matt’s still feeling warm, and he’s running out of excuses for it. he glances at ashley, who is deep in conversation with chris, and drums his fingers on his knee. “hell yeah i did. it’s gonna be a great season.”
josh throws matt’s cup in the air and fumbles the catch, letting it drop to his lap. “guess i gotta make it out to a game, then. show some school spirit. me n’chris can paint our chests, or something.”
matt snorts. “i’d pay to see that.”
josh chuckles, stifling a burp behind his fist, then holding it out for matt to shake. “pleasure doing business with you.”
matt wrinkles his nose, but something about the way josh is looking at him makes him shake his hand anyway. he finds himself smiling. “guess i’ll have to win for you, then.”
josh grins, glancing at the group in the kitchen. he drops the cup in matt’s lap and pats his shoulder. “that’s my guy.”
he stands up and stretches, and matt is steeling himself to watch josh walk away and get his heart to calm down, when–
“–c’mon, mr. varsity, let’s get you a refill.”
matt blinks. “what?”
“would you rather stay here n’listen to our dates fumble around each other?”
matt looks at ashley again, almost longingly, but she waves him off with sparkling eyes.
great. she had ammunition, now.
the last thing he’d expected from this party.
“i guess not,” matt said, and josh’s grin was so wide matt was reminded of just how drunk he was.
josh stumbled on the way to the kitchen, and matt’s hands flew to his elbow to steady him.
“woah. nice one,” josh muttered, a little dazed.
matt folded his arms. “you’re drunk.”
there was that grin again. “worried about me? don’t be, this is far from my first rodeo.”
matt did some math in his head, then frowned.
josh just grinned wider.
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car sex w matt
him driving (and he's one of those sexy drivers too like putting his arm behind your head on your headrest when he's reversing or having a hand resting on ur thigh while he's driving)
he drives u both to some quiet secluded spot in the late evening (matt finds it kinda exciting that it's still not a 100% private place)
he has his seat leaned almost all the way back, til he's pretty much lying down, and has you on top of him in the car
his car is pretty roomy which is a bonus
and don't mistake being on top (like physically on top of him) for being in charge. he is grabbing your hips and he is gonna be the one to guide your pace (as well as move his own hips too, he is gonna fuck up into you)
matt is described as being gentle, quite literally a "gentle giant", and all i'm gonna say is
in bed?
giant? yes. gentle? no.
i don't know why, i used to think he'd be the softer type but now something in me feels like he is WILD (like tbh cmon the stuff he says to em alone is enough to make you wonder if he's got a bit of a kinky streak)
but anyways yeah he is wrecking ur holes (and also probably leaving you covered in hickeys)
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I have a very impressive ability. I have the power to think about doing a task, and then not do it. the best part is I'm not even having fun, I feel bad the entire time
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sorry to all 5 notes i'm incredibly depressed and dont even want to write my uni work that i need to do nevermind finish this... i will eventually it may just be. an unknown amount of time till i do 💀
someone yell at me to finish the nsfw hsr au Chris drabble sitting in my drafts
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