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one thing about me is I’m a people pleaser. I’ll die on that hill. I need to learn that standing up for myself doesn’t mean I’m being mean/rude

My intent = kindness. my guilt = unnecessary.

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꒰ #:: 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𓂃 c.s.

Chris had this habit.

Not the bad kind—the kind that made everyone around him smile, even if he pretended it wasn’t a big deal. Every time he went out to dinner, whether it was with his brothers, friends, or even her parents, Chris would take the paper wrapper from his straw and twist it into a little makeshift ring. And then, without fail, he’d slide it across the table to his girlfriend with a proud little smirk like he’d just pulled off the most romantic gesture in the world.

“You’re ridiculous,” she always laughed, slipping the crinkled little ring onto her finger.

“Ridiculously thoughtful,” he’d correct, leaning back in his chair, pleased with himself.

It became a ritual. One she didn’t dare mess with, because honestly, the tiny gesture always made her heart flutter.

That night, they’d gone to dinner with his family. Nick was halfway through a story, Matt was making jokes at Chris’s expense, and Chris—like clockwork—was busy twisting up his straw wrapper. He didn’t even look down as his fingers worked. He just leaned over, slid it onto her finger, and whispered, “Always fits. Guess we’re meant to be.”

She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks warmed. She never let him see how much she loved it.

Later that evening, they ended up back at her apartment. Chris was sprawled out on her bed, scrolling through his phone while she went into the bathroom to wash her face.

He wasn’t snooping—he really wasn’t—but when he set his phone down and let his eyes wander, he noticed her vanity. There, tucked along the edges of her mirror, pinned into the frame, and even stacked neatly in a little jewelry dish, were dozens of crumpled paper rings.

His paper rings.

Chris sat up slowly, his chest tightening in that soft, breathless way that happened when he realized just how much she loved him. He walked over, picking up one from the dish and turning it over in his fingers. It was so silly. So flimsy. Just paper. But to her—it was everything.

When she came back, rubbing moisturizer into her skin, she froze.

Chris was standing at her vanity, a paper ring pinched between his fingers, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.

“You kept them?” His voice was quiet, almost disbelieving.

She felt her cheeks heat. “Um… yeah. Most of them. I didn’t think you’d notice.”

He turned toward her, shaking his head slowly like he couldn’t believe it. “You kept all of them, babe. This is… this is like, a whole collection.”

She laughed nervously, stepping closer. “It just felt wrong to throw them away. I mean… you make them for me every time. I thought… maybe one day I’d look back and remember.”

Chris dropped the ring he was holding back into the dish and grabbed her hands instead. “You’re unreal, you know that?” His eyes were soft, his grin boyish and lopsided. “I was over here thinking I was just being dumb with my straw wrappers. But you… you made it into something.”

“You’re not dumb,” she said quickly, squeezing his hand. “It’s my favorite thing you do.”

For a moment, he just stared at her, lips parted like he wanted to say something big. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her, slow and lingering, like he couldn’t quite put into words how much the sight of those rings meant to him.

When he pulled away, he whispered against her lips, “Guess I don’t need to buy you diamonds now, huh? You’ve already got a lifetime supply.”

She giggled, swatting at his chest, and he scooped her up into his arms, spinning her toward the bed.

And as he tucked her against him that night, his heart felt lighter than ever—because he finally understood that the smallest things he did for her? They were the things she cherished the most.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⤸

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TODAY TODAY TODAYYY!!!!

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꒰ #:: 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𓂃 m.s.

It was late, the kind of late where the quiet hum of the neighborhood felt almost like a lullaby. The only light in her bedroom came from the warm glow of the bedside lamp, casting a soft gold over the piles of books and a candle she hadn’t bothered to blow out yet. Matt was stretched out comfortably across her bed, one arm draped lazily behind his head while he watched her rummage through her dresser for pajamas.

She’d worn her new jeans that night—the ones she had impulsively bought earlier that week just because she liked the wash and the fit. They hugged her waist perfectly, and Matt had already told her at least three times throughout the day how good she looked in them.

Now, though, he just smirked as she climbed into bed beside him, still in those jeans.

“You’re seriously gonna fall asleep in those?” he teased, tugging at the denim near her knee. “No way they’re comfortable.”

“I’m lazy,” she muttered with a grin, propping herself up next to him.

Matt shook his head, sitting up a little, and his hands found her waist almost instinctively. “C’mere. I’ll help.” His tone was casual but playful, his thumbs brushing against her hips as he leaned in close.

She arched a brow at him. “Oh, you’ll help?”

“Yeah,” he said simply, smirking. And then, slowly, he dragged down her zipper.

That’s when the words appeared, cheeky and bold

“Lucky You.”

Matt froze for half a beat, then laughed under his breath, dropping his forehead against her shoulder. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he said, amusement flooding his voice. “You bought jeans that… say this?”

Her cheeks warmed, and she shoved at his arm, embarrassed. “I didn’t even notice until I got home!”

“Oh, sure,” Matt teased, lifting his head again with that grin of his. His fingers gently tugged the zipper all the way down just to make her squirm. “Lucky me, huh?” He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with playfulness.

She rolled her eyes, but before she could fire back, Matt leaned in and pressed a slow, teasing kiss to her stomach right above the waistband.

The softness of his mouth against her skin made her gasp and laugh all at once, her fingers instinctively sliding into his messy hair. But Matt didn’t stop at just one. He kissed her again, lower this time, then just beside her bellybutton, each press of his lips slower than the last.

“Matt—” she breathed, half-laughing, half-flustered.

“Mm?” he hummed against her skin, his grin brushing her stomach. “I think I like these jeans more than you do.” He pressed another lingering kiss, letting it trail into the faintest nip before he soothed the spot with his lips again.

Her laughter bubbled up, breathless now, and she tugged lightly at his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously lucky,” he corrected, his voice low and teasing before he kissed her again, softer this time, almost reverent.

She squirmed under the ticklish trail of his lips, giggling helplessly. “Okay, okay! Enough—”

But Matt only pulled back when he decided to, smirking as he looked up at her. His eyes softened then, his playful grin melting into something gentler. Instead of pushing the joke further, he flopped back against her pillows and tugged her with him until she was sprawled across his chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” she whispered again, her face still warm from laughing.

“You’re the one with jeans that flirt for you,” he murmured against her hair, tightening his arms around her. “I don’t even have to try anymore.”

She hid her face in his chest, her giggles muffled against him, and he kissed the top of her head, holding her close. His teasing faded into something softer, quieter, as they lay there in the dim light—her heartbeat slowing, his hand tracing lazy circles on her back.

“Still,” he whispered, his voice dropping, “they’re not wrong.”

Her head tilted up a little at that, her chin resting on his chest. “You’re really not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” he grinned, brushing his thumb along her jaw before cupping her face. “I’m definitely bringing this up again. Like… constantly.”

She laughed, smacking his shoulder lightly. “You’re insufferable.”

“Insufferably lucky,” he corrected smoothly, and the smug little smile on his face made her groan.

“Matt—”

“Yeah?” His tone was innocent, but his eyes gave him away.

“Shut up.”

He chuckled, leaning down to steal one last kiss before wrapping both arms tightly around her middle and flipping them slightly so she was half on top of him. She squealed at the sudden motion, laughing breathlessly as her hair fell in her face.

“Better?” he asked, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Better,” she admitted softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over the collar of his t-shirt.

They lay like that for a long while, quiet giggles giving way to comfortable silence. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath her ear, and she felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“Hey,” Matt murmured after a moment, pressing his lips to her hair. “You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

Her breath caught, and she turned her head just enough to glance up at him. “Matt…”

He smirked again, though softer this time. “What? Just saying. Whoever made those jeans wasn’t lying.”

She groaned, hiding her face against his chest again. “You’re never gonna shut up about this, huh?”

“Never,” he promised, grinning as he tightened his hold on her, kissing the top of her head once more. “You’re stuck with me.”

And though she tried to roll her eyes again, her smile gave her away.

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꒰ #:: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𓂃 c.s.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the movie still playing from Chris’s laptop. You’d both given up on following the plot an hour ago, content just lying next to each other on the bed. Your phone was loose in your hand, and Chris had been shifting around restlessly, tossing his hoodie off and running a hand through his hair in that distracted way he did when he couldn’t sit still.

When the mattress dipped, you glanced up. Chris was on his knees now, looking at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Christopher,” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes.

“What?” he asked, all fake innocence, though the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away.

“You’re about to do something.”

“Me?” he said, pressing a hand to his chest like you’d just accused him of a crime. “Never.”

You snorted. “Right. Never.”

He didn’t even try to defend himself this time. Instead, he leaned forward, crawling across the bed until he was hovering above you, his hands pressed into the sheets on either side of your head.

“Chris,” you warned, your voice already softening.

“Yeah?” His hair fell into his face, brushing your cheek as he tilted his head. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You look like you’re about to eat me alive.”

He grinned, low and playful. “That’s the idea.”

Before you could roll your eyes, his lips were on your forehead. Then your temple. Then the tip of your nose. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, like he was tasting every part of you.

“Chris,” you whispered again, laughing breathlessly when he moved to your jaw, leaving a trail down your cheek and toward your neck.

“Mhm?” he hummed against your skin, his voice muffled. “You smell good.” He kissed just below your ear. “Like home.”

Your heart lurched at that, your hands sliding into his hair almost instinctively. He was warm and close, his lips soft as he lingered over your throat, pressing a kiss so light it made you shiver.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

“You always take care of me,” you murmured, your head falling back against the pillow.

“Not enough,” he said firmly, kissing the curve of your collarbone. “Never enough.”

His mouth lingered there, sucking gently until your breath caught. You tugged at his hair, whispering his name again, but he didn’t move away—just soothed the sting with his tongue before trailing lower.

“You’re leaving marks,” you breathed.

“Good,” he whispered against your skin. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

The words made heat rush through you. He tugged gently at your shirt then, glancing up at you with a quiet, questioning look.

“Can I?” His voice was soft now, almost shy beneath all the playfulness.

You nodded, lifting your arms. He peeled your shirt off slowly, like he wanted to savor the act, before tossing it aside. His eyes softened the moment he looked at you again.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, almost reverently.

You felt your chest tighten at the way he said it, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Then his mouth was back on you—over your shoulder, the slope of your chest, the soft curve just above your ribs. He kissed everywhere, not missing a single inch, his lips slow and unhurried. Every so often, he’d pause, sucking gently until he knew he’d leave a mark, whispering something against your skin.

“Perfect.” kiss

“My girl.” kiss

“so sweet.” kiss

Your fingers tightened in his hair, your breaths coming faster as his words sank into you deeper than his lips ever could.

“Chris,” you whispered, your voice breaking on his name.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips pink and swollen, his eyes glassy with affection. “What, baby?” he asked softly, brushing his nose against your cheek.

“You’re—” You cut yourself off with a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “You’re too much.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you properly on the mouth this time. It was slow, deep, his hand cradling your jaw like he was scared you’d slip away.

“I’ll never be too much for you,” he murmured against your lips.

You melted beneath him, letting him cover you in warmth, in kisses, in whispered confessions that felt more like prayers.

By the time he finally stopped, his head resting against your chest with a lazy grin, your skin was dotted with love bites, your body buzzing with his words.

“Happy now?” you teased softly, your fingers running through his messy hair.

“Mm,” he hummed, pressing a final kiss just above your heart. “I’ll never stop. Not with you.”

And in the quiet that followed, with the movie still faintly playing and Chris curled against you, you realized you didn’t want him to. Ever.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⤸

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No literally this part!

trying to make friends on tumblr.com in the big 2025 while having a constant fear of being annoying

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none of the links on your masterlist work :(((((

THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME!! ill fix it!

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꒰ #:: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𓂃 m.s.

Matt swore there were a million things he liked about her. The way her laugh didn’t just happen—it bubbled up, spilling over until he couldn’t help laughing too. The way she always tucked her cold feet under his legs when they were on the couch. The way she leaned into him during conversations like she couldn’t get close enough.

But above all, there was one.

They were sitting in his room, half-watching a movie and half-not, when she shifted closer. No warning, no reason, just that quiet little lean that brought her knees against his and her face near his shoulder. Her fingers reached up and—like it was the most natural thing in the world—cradled his jaw.

It was barely even a grip, more like a slow, gentle rest of her hand along the edge of his face, thumb brushing against the faint stubble that had grown in.

Matt froze—not in a bad way, but in the way you freeze when something hits you straight in the chest.

She tilted his face toward her just enough to press the softest kiss to his lips. It wasn’t a big kiss, not movie-scene dramatic, just theirs. Warm and slow, like she wasn’t in any rush.

His eyes fluttered shut without thinking, and by the time she pulled back, he was already leaning forward like he couldn’t stand the space she’d just created.

“You like that?” she teased, thumb still brushing his cheekbone.

He let out a low laugh, trying to play it off, but the way his eyes softened gave him away instantly. “Yeah. You have no idea.”

Her smile grew, and she did it again—her palm against his jaw, thumb tracing his skin, pulling him in for another kiss. And another. And another.

By the third one, Matt’s hand had slid up to her thigh, grounding himself like he might actually float away if she didn’t keep touching him like this.

The movie went unwatched for the rest of the night. Every time she’d start to pull away, he’d murmur something like, “One more,” until she lost count.

And Matt… Matt didn’t care if he ever counted anything again. As long as she kept holding him like that, he’d be hers forever.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⤸

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꒰ #:: 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𓂃 c.s.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the TV. Some random sitcom played in the background, laugh tracks rising and falling, but neither of you were really paying attention. The two of you had collapsed into bed after a long day—Chris in sweats and a t-shirt, you in his hoodie that was about three sizes too big.

Chris was sprawled halfway on top of you, his weight heavy but comfortable, his head resting against your collarbone. His arm was draped across your stomach, fingers absently tapping against your hip.

Your nails, freshly painted and done the night before, traced idle shapes on his back. You weren’t doing it with much thought—just little circles and light scratches against the fabric of his shirt. But the second your nails accidentally grazed against his skin at the back of his neck, Chris groaned.

“Holy…” his voice came out muffled against your hoodie. He didn’t move, just melted further into you. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

You laughed softly. “What?”

“That,” he said dramatically, his words dragging. “You scratching my back. My neck. My head. Feels insane.”

“Chris…” you rolled your eyes, still smiling. “You’re so dramatic. They’re just nails.”

He finally lifted his head, hair sticking up in uneven tufts, his expression half serious, half teasing. “Don’t even start with me. You don’t get it.”

You tilted your head at him, amused. “So explain it to me then.”

Chris sat up just a little, enough to look at you properly, eyes lit up like he was about to give a TED Talk. “Okay, listen. I live for this. When your nails are done—” he lifted your hand for emphasis, turning it so the light hit the shiny polish, “—it’s like… top-tier happiness. The way you scratch my back, my hair? Babe, it’s life-changing.”

You bit back a laugh, trying to keep a straight face. “Life-changing?”

“Don’t mock me,” Chris warned, though his grin gave him away. “I’m dead serious. Top three best feelings in the world.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenged, leaning into him. “What are the other two?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Food. Sleep.” He squeezed your waist with exaggerated finality. “And you with nails.”

You raised your brows. “Not me in general? Just me with nails?”

Chris smirked, leaning closer until his nose brushed against yours. “Baby… you are the nails. It’s a package deal.”

You laughed, shoving at his shoulder playfully. “That’s so cheesy.”

“Cheesy but true,” he countered, already pulling your hand back toward his head. He guided your nails into his hair, sighing so dramatically you had to laugh again. “Oh my god. You don’t even understand how good this is. Please don’t ever stop getting them done.”

“Wow,” you teased, scratching gently at his scalp like he liked. “If I knew this is all it took to keep you happy, I would’ve been at the nail salon every week.”

Chris hummed contently, eyes fluttering shut as he rested his head back on your chest. “You should. Matter of fact, put it on the calendar. Non-negotiable.”

You giggled. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m in love,” he said, lifting his head again to look at you. His voice softened at the edges. “With you. And with this. But mostly you.”

Your chest warmed at the way he said it, quiet and sure. You scratched a little harder at his back in response, smiling when he groaned again like a cat being pet.

“See? You’re addicted,” you teased.

“Yeah, to you,” he shot back without missing a beat.

The TV had long since been muted, and Chris had migrated fully onto your side of the bed. His head was pillowed on your stomach now, your nails lazily running through his hair as you scrolled on your phone.

“Baby,” he mumbled suddenly, voice drowsy.

“Mm?”

“You know those… like, scratcher things? The ones with the metal wires?”

You tilted your head. “You mean the head massagers?”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded against you. “You’re better than that. Way better. Put them out of business.”

You laughed softly. “Glad to know I’ve got a side hustle.”

Chris peeked up at you with a sleepy grin. “Seriously though, don’t ever stop getting them done. The color doesn’t even matter. Just… keep them sharp enough to scratch me like this.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, carding your nails down the side of his neck. “What happens if I don’t?”

Chris gasped like you’d just threatened him. “Don’t even joke. That’s cruel.”

You smirked. “So basically, I’m your personal cat scratcher?”

He chuckled, leaning up to kiss you quickly. “Nah. You’re my girlfriend. Who just so happens to have magical hands.”

A Few Days Later

You’d painted your nails a new shade, a light pastel blue. The second Chris noticed, he grabbed your hands like a little kid.

“They’re fresh!” he exclaimed, inspecting them like they were treasure. “Oh, tonight is gonna be so good.”

“Chris,” you laughed, tugging your hands back. “You’re obsessed.”

“I’m devoted,” he corrected, eyes gleaming.

That night, true to his word, he laid in bed with his head in your lap, begging dramatically for scratches until you caved. He made content little noises every time your nails scraped lightly against his scalp, and at one point he even sighed, “Marry me already.”

You chuckled, brushing his hair back. “You’re proposing because of my nails?”

“Half the reason,” he teased, looking up at you with sleepy affection. “The other half is just you.”

The night ended the way it always did—with Chris half-asleep on your chest, his breathing steady, his hand curled lazily around yours.

“Baby?” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t ever stop this, okay?”

You smiled softly, kissing the top of his head. “Promise.”

And as his breathing evened out, his whole body heavy with comfort and warmth, you knew he meant it. Maybe it was silly, maybe it was small—but in Chris’s world, your nails weren’t just nails. They were a little piece of heaven.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⤸

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so happy for her 😭💘

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I miss when Chris would be in the fresh love modelling pics ☹️

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꒰ #:: 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𓂃 c.s.

Chris’s room was supposed to be your safe space for the evening. Just a lazy night in—him stretched out on his bed scrolling through his phone while you rummaged through his dresser for a sweatshirt that was definitely yours but somehow always ended up in his closet.

You tugged it free with a little victory noise, tossing the hoodie onto the bed before crawling up beside him. “Mine,” you declared, slipping it over your head.

Chris didn’t even glance away from his phone. “Everything in here is technically mine,” he muttered, voice teasing.

You nudged his leg with your knee. “Not when it smells like me.”

That earned you a glance, his lips twitching. “You’re insane.”

You smiled sweetly, laying back on the pillows. “And yet… you still love me.”

He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him with a grin. “Unfortunately.”

You gasped dramatically, reaching for the nearest pillow and swinging it at his chest. Chris let out a laugh, catching it mid-air, and suddenly there was that dangerous spark in his eyes—the one that always meant trouble.

“Wanna play like that?” he asked, already setting his phone down.

Your stomach dropped, because you knew that look. “Chris… don’t.”

He lunged before you could move. You shrieked, trying to roll away, but his hands found your waist with ridiculous accuracy. Fingers dug gently into your sides, and you completely lost it.

“Stop—stop! Chris!” you half-screamed, half-laughed, kicking your legs against the mattress as you tried to squirm out of his grasp.

He was relentless. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” His grin was huge now, his laughter mixing with yours.

“I—can’t—breathe!” you gasped between laughs, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

But that only made him worse, finding the exact spot near your ribs that sent you into hysterics. You bucked beneath him, trying to shove his arms away, but he was stronger and annoyingly stubborn.

“Say sorry,” he teased, his voice playful and low.

“Never!” you managed through your laughter.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Then I guess I’m not stopping.”

You squealed, twisting under him, but it was useless. He finally slowed, his fingers still resting at your sides, his body braced over yours on the bed. Both of you were breathless now, your chest rising and falling rapidly, faces flushed from laughing too hard.

Pinned beneath him, you let out a shaky breath, trying to calm down. “You’re… the worst,” you whispered, still smiling despite yourself.

Chris tilted his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you. The smirk was still there, but softer now, something else hiding behind it. “Yeah?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you teased back, your voice gentler this time.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you shifted, laughter fading into warmth. His hand brushed along your jaw, his thumb tracing lightly over your cheek.

And then he kissed you.

It was slow at first, like he was giving you a chance to catch your breath, his lips warm and sure against yours. You sighed into it, letting your hands slide up to rest on his shoulders, holding him there. He deepened it slightly, enough to steal what little air you had left, but somehow it didn’t matter—you didn’t want him to stop.

When he finally pulled back, he didn’t go far. His forehead rested against yours, both of you still trying to catch your breath, but this time for an entirely different reason.

“You drive me insane,” he murmured, voice low and rough with leftover laughter.

You smiled up at him, eyes soft. “Good. Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes.”

Chris chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before rolling onto his side, dragging you with him so you were still tangled together on the bed. His arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed close.

“You’re not getting away that easy next time,” he warned playfully.

You buried your face into his chest, still grinning. “Guess I’ll have to fight dirty.”

His laugh rumbled against you, his chin resting on top of your head. “Can’t wait.”

And just like that, the tickle fight melted into quiet warmth—the kind of moment that felt like it could last forever.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⤸

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[charrmeddd]

did you make “the hat stays on” ??

Yesss that’s me lol!!

[charrmeddd]

꒰ #:: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐚 𓂃 m.s.

Your birthday had always been one of those days that stung more than it should. Growing up, it never quite felt like yours—it was just another date, rarely celebrated the way you dreamed as a kid. So when your twenty-first rolled around, you expected the same: maybe dinner out, maybe just Matt pulling you close on the couch and making sure you felt loved in his quiet way.

But instead—this year was different.

It started with Madison Beer texting you, “Come by my place tonight. Casual, promise.” Nothing out of the ordinary, considering she was practically family to the Sturniolos at this point. You didn’t suspect a thing.

Matt drove, his hand squeezing yours the whole ride, a little too calm. You didn’t know he’d been holding onto this secret for weeks—that Madison had been the mastermind of your party idea, telling Matt, “She deserves her Matilda moment. Let’s make it unforgettable.”

When you walked into Madison’s house, the first thing you noticed was the faint glow of fairy lights strung up across the living room. Then, the chorus of voices:

“SURPRISE!”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Everyone was there—Nick and Chris grinning like idiots at your shocked face, Madison beaming from the corner, Madi waving, Tara Yummy shouting, “Happy birthday, babe!” And beyond them, Sam and Colby, their arms wrapped around Malia and Sofia, holding up little party horns.

You blinked hard, already feeling tears prick your eyes.

Matt leaned down and kissed the side of your head, whispering, “Told you this birthday would be different.”

The night was perfect in all the small ways that mattered. Someone (you suspected Tara) had gotten you a sparkly little birthday headband that sat a bit crooked on your hair, but you refused to take it off. Everyone insisted you wear it for every photo, every laugh.

Gifts came in waves—Sam and Colby got you a vintage camera they said you “had to use for the night.” Madison gave you a bracelet you had been talking about for months that sparkled under the string lights. Madi handed over a scrapbook she’d made with pictures of you and all your friends and things you guys have done together.

But what made your chest ache the most wasn’t the gifts—it was the care. The way everyone looked at you like you mattered. Like this day was meant for you.

The cake came last.

Madison and Madi brought it out together, candles flickering, the smell of your favorite flavor filling the room. You swore you weren’t going to cry, but the second everyone started singing Happy Birthday—off-key and too loud—you felt it.

Tears welled, and you tried to blink them away, but Matt noticed instantly. He always did. His hand squeezed your waist, grounding you as the song ended in cheers and claps.

“Make a wish, baby,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of the moment sink in, then blew out the candles to the sound of cheers.

When the cake was cut, Madison shoved a plate into Matt’s hands. “You feed her the first bite, duh.”

You laughed through your tears as Matt held up the fork, smirking.

“Open up, birthday girl,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes but leaned forward, letting him feed you the first bite. The sweetness hit your tongue, but it was nothing compared to the way Matt was looking at you—like you were the only person in the room.

Everyone clapped and whistled, and you couldn’t stop laughing through the tears.

Later, when the party calmed and people sat in clusters talking and laughing, you curled up on the couch next to Matt. He tugged you into his lap without hesitation, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You did all this for me,” you whispered.

He shook his head. “We did all this for you. You deserve to feel loved, especially today.”

Your eyes watered again, but this time you didn’t hide it. For the first time in your life, your birthday wasn’t something you wanted to forget. It was the night you finally had your Matilda moment—the night you were surrounded by people who made you feel like the main character, like you belonged.

And sitting in Matt’s arms, laughter echoing around you, you knew: you’d never spend another birthday feeling unseen again.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⤸

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[charrmeddd]

꒰ #:: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𓂃 c.s. 📨 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥

The music was so loud it felt like it rattled through Chris’s chest. The party was in full swing—the kind of scene everyone else seemed to love. People were crowded into the kitchen, leaning against counters with red cups in hand, voices raised to be heard over the bass. A few were dancing in the living room, lights flashing in sharp colors that gave the whole house a dizzying feel.

Chris stood against the wall near the entryway, hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie. He wasn’t drinking, wasn’t laughing, wasn’t really talking to anyone. He’d agreed to come because everyone had been hyping it up for weeks, but now that he was here, the only thing he could think about was how badly he wanted to be somewhere else.

His eyes found you across the room, instantly softening the storm in his chest. You were perched on a stool by the counter, head tilted back laughing at something a friend said, your hand curled around your cup. Even in a room of fifty people, Chris only saw you.

You must’ve felt his stare, because you glanced over, meeting his eyes. At first you smiled, but your brow furrowed when you caught the heaviness in his expression. He wasn’t his usual relaxed self—he was wound tight, quiet, the kind of quiet that only you really noticed.

Chris pushed himself off the wall and walked straight for you. People tried to catch his attention along the way—slapping his shoulder, saying his name, trying to pull him into some conversation—but he barely acknowledged them. When he finally reached you, he slid a hand gently to your lower back, leaning down so his lips brushed close to your ear.

“Can we go?” he murmured, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the music.

You blinked, surprised. “Now? What’s wrong?”

“I just…” He shook his head, squeezing your waist as though he was afraid you might argue. “I don’t wanna be here. I just wanna be with you. Please.”

That last word—please—made your heart squeeze. Chris wasn’t dramatic, and he wasn’t clingy. If he was asking to leave, he really meant it.

“Okay,” you said without hesitation, setting your cup down on the counter. You stood and took his hand, threading your fingers with his. “Let’s go.”

Relief flickered over his face. He didn’t explain, didn’t apologize, just held your hand tight as the two of you pushed through the crowd together. A few people called out when they saw him leaving—“Yo, Chris! Already?”—but he ignored them. All that mattered was getting outside with you.

The moment the door closed behind you, the thumping bass dulled, and Chris exhaled like he’d been holding his breath all night. He looked down at you, eyes tired but softer now that it was just the two of you in the quiet night air.

“Thanks,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple before unlocking his car.

The drive back was silent but comfortable, your hand resting in his on the center console. Every now and then he glanced at you, as though grounding himself just by seeing you there.

When you got back to his place, Chris didn’t bother with small talk. He tugged you straight to his room, shutting the door behind you before dropping onto his bed and pulling you down with him. You laughed a little as you stumbled into his chest, but the sound faded when you felt how tightly he wrapped his arms around you.

“Rough night?” you whispered, combing your fingers through his hair.

He hummed against your neck, his voice muffled. “Just wasn’t in the mood. Everyone was loud, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to be here instead—with you.”

Your heart softened. You shifted so you could look at him, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “You know you never have to stay at those things if you don’t want to, right? We can always dip. No one’s gonna care.”

“I know,” Chris sighed, nuzzling closer. “I just… didn’t wanna seem boring. But honestly?” He tilted his face up to kiss the corner of your jaw, his voice low and sincere. “I’d rather be here in bed with you than anywhere else.”

You smiled, settling into him, your legs tangling with his under the blankets. “Good thing I like being here with you too.”

Chris let out a quiet laugh—the first real one of the night—and pressed a lazy kiss to your lips. Then he tucked you against his chest, pulling the covers around both of you, finally letting himself relax completely.

“This is better,” he murmured, eyes already fluttering shut.

“Way better,” you agreed, resting your head over his heartbeat.

The world outside faded—the noise, the crowd, the flashing lights. It was just Chris and you, wrapped up in the quiet warmth of each other, exactly where he wanted to be all along.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⤸

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[charrmeddd]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ!!

I would first like to say thank you for 800!! You’re all so so special to me and I’m so thankful to share my little thoughts/ideas with you. I’ve grown so quickly and it never fails to shock me. I do wanna say I’m still undergoing different medical test to find out what exactly is wrong with my stomach. I’m currently waiting for a specific test (basically they’re gonna put me to sleep to do that one) aside from that I’m also waiting for my updates with the cyst in my knee. That being said I now have new medicine which is way stronger than doses I’ve had before. So while I adjust to those my stories may be shorter or I won’t be posting regularly. Though I do wanna start (and continue) an au hopefully you’ll like it! (Maybe today I’ll post a little introduction for them) Enough of me talking but I hope you all stay so incredibly safe and have an amazing day!!! Thank you once again for everything!!!