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a big blog like urs shouldnt be copying smaller blogs!! im not gonna say names specifically but if ur seeing this and think its about you it is! <33

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When she said “I love a Leo, I’m a Capricorn” I literally fucking felt that from the bottom of my soul bc I’m a Capricorn and my bf of 5 years is a Leo. I LOVE HIM SO BAD, ITS RIDICULOUS.

Leo’s are so mesmerizing to me 🥹🥵

CHRIS REPOSTING THIS 😭😭😭

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Spit it my mouth pls (I don’t even like Pepsi)

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Guysss I just seen a tiktok of Chris signing peoples hands outside of the venue and he was literally asking "was it worth it??" like he looked so hopeful 🥺

I feel so bad. The amount of pressure fans put on them over the ticket costs. I know they're pricey, I totally understand that. I just feel really bad idk. I'm soft & I'm on my period. Leave me alone while I go cry 😩😩😩😩

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Stop this is so cute!! 🥹🥹😩

𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 .ᐣ.ᐟ

⋆˚࿔ 𝑫𝑨𝑫!chris is not surprised that his daughter’s first word is inappropriate

Babbles fly from the backseat, your ten-month-old daughter stopping every now and again to squeeze more Go-Gurt in her mouth, most of it making a mess on her plush pink lips. Lips that looked just like her Chris’ lips.

His veiny hands clutched the wheel, making smooth turns down the streets on the way to Target, you on admired, internally admitting that it was extremely and utterly sexy. Sure it had only been ten months, but would you stop Chris if he wanted to put another kid in you?

… No

His blue eyes glanced at the rear view mirror, a small grin settling on his face when he saw your pretty eyes reflected almost exactly on the face of your little girl. Not just your eyes but the natural blush on your cheeks and the fluffy hair, only hers was crazy as a pup. In the cutest way.

Her brows furrowed, a pout on her lips as she babbled yet again. Chris shook his head. “Tell me about it, kid. Last night I put a Pepsi, first out of the pack, in the fridge. I wake up and go straight to the kitchen. Wanna know what I see? Matt at the table with the empty can. He drank my Pepsi.”

She grunted, throwing her arms in the air so strawberry yoghurt dropped down onto the seat next to her. “F…fuck!” You turned to Chris with a look of horror, he reciprocated. He heard that too, right?

“Woah, baby. He’s still your uncle you know.” Chris chuckled, giving her an amused glance. You and Chris had both pledged not to swear around her so this was the work of one of two suspects. Matt. Or Nick. It was pretty obvious which one was to blame. Especially since he’d spent the last two days babysitting while you, Matt and Chris looked at houses.

“I’m calling Nick. You can’t tell me our baby’s first word is ‘fuck’. She can’t even say ‘mama’ yet and she’s already swearing?” Chris couldn’t help but grin at how upset you were. To him, it was hilarious. And so on cue for his daughter. Admittedly, he’d be concerned if she wasn’t swearing by now.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She repeated, kicking her feet about in her car seat.

“Honey, no-”

“Fuck!” She interrupted you, a giggle rolling out of her throat.

You wanted to be angry but it was too funny, Chris pulled over in the Target parking lot and you all sat there for the next ten minutes laughing. And then your girl leaned forward, reaching for Chris.

“Big fuck.”

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY GO TELL HER U LOVE HER

Chris definitely makes his voicemail message a snippet of his daughter saying ‘fuck’. Anyways hat we’re you guys’ first words?

- ©phone4pills

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touching some grass after 5 full hours of reading fanfiction…..

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I just noticed I wasn’t following your yap account?! 🫣 I fixed it! ILY QUEEN!!

ME RN CAUSE I JUST HIT ONE FUCKING THOUSAND FOLLOWERS??!!!

AHHH I literally am sooo fucking grateful for every single one of you!! Yes ALL of you - even if you just followed or aren't as active. You guys make me smile, seriously. I have so much fun writing on here. Even if my writing doesn't get a ton of attention, it really warms my heart to know I've made this far 🥲💖

To all my Mooties - I would be long gone without you guys!! I know, I don't talk much on here bc I'm socially awkward and can't carry on a conversation if my life depended on it. I need to be more active in that aspect lol. The few friends I have made on here really give me sooo much motivation to keep going. Brainstorming ideas and simping over the triplets, I just love it here. I really feel like I found my place, even if it gets a little hectic sometimes lmaoo.

To all the new accounts - It's possible, trust me. You don't have to know a ton of people or be an amazing god-sent writer to grow your account. Just work hard, use your own ideas, credit others if you wish to use their work as inspo. It's possible, trust me!

I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS WITH ALL MY HEART!!!

With that being said, send me some requests on what my 1k post should be?! I want to treat you guys <3 (may post a poll later on??)

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This one pulled the heart strings 🥹🥲

What The Hell Did You Do To Me? -M.S

Matt didn’t do love. He didn’t do attachment, or affection, or anything that required his heart to actually be involved. His life was neat, orderly, and emotionally untethered. He kept things simple. No complications. No strings.

The arrangement with you had always been straightforward. A mutual release. A way to unload the stress of the day, to let off steam. Nothing more. At least, that’s how he saw it. He didn’t need more, and you didn’t seem to want it either. He made it clear from the start that he didn’t do relationships. He didn't do feelings. And you’d never pushed.

But somehow, little by little, things had started to shift. He tried to ignore it at first—dismiss the way your smile made his chest tighten, the way your laugh lingered in his mind long after you’d left. Your habits, the way you spun the ring on your finger when you were nervous, or how your eyelashes fluttered when you looked up at him—all of it started to invade his thoughts. He hated that he noticed. He hated how his eyes seemed to always find you, how his mind followed your every movement.

You’d say things sometimes—innocent things, really. After a night together, when the air between you both was heavy with sweat and whispers, you’d murmur something like, “Maybe this could be more, Matt. Maybe we could be more.”

And he’d shut it down, every time. Quickly. Firmly. No hesitation.

“No,” he’d say, voice flat, “I don’t do that. You know that.”

It was always easy to push you away in those moments, to remind you of the boundaries. He kept everything in check, just the way he liked it. But over time, it wasn’t so easy. The words, the touch, the way you made him feel—he could no longer ignore it.

It was like a constant hum in the background of his mind. And it pissed him off.

He tried to fight it. Focus on his work. Keep his distance. But no matter how hard he tried, you were there. In the quiet moments when his mind was free to wander, there you were. The way your hand grazed his skin when you passed him in the hallway, the way you sighed against him in the dead of night, making him feel like he was drowning in something he didn’t want to feel.

He hated it. Hated how you made him feel. How he could no longer go a day without thinking about you, without wondering what it would be like to have you in his life, to actually have something real with you.

And then, one night, it all came to a head.

The frustration, the confusion, the raw need to just get it out, to scream it all into the universe—Matt couldn’t take it anymore. He was shaking, his heart racing as he drove to your apartment, unable to stop himself, as if some unseen force was pulling him toward you. The road blurred in his vision, his hands tight on the wheel, his breath coming too fast. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he knew he needed to get to you. He needed to yell at you. To tell you exactly what he was feeling, what you’d done to him.

He knocked on your door, the sound echoing in the quiet of the night. When you opened it, you barely had time to register the fury in his eyes before he pushed past you, forcing his way inside.

“I fucking hate you,” he growled, his voice sharp and dangerous.

Your eyes widened at his words, your mouth opening to respond, but before you could say anything, he was already on you, his hands gripping your arms, shaking with pent-up anger.

“I hate you,” he repeated, his voice a low growl, “for what you’re doing to me. You made me feel this... this thing, and I can’t get rid of it. Every time I look at you, it’s like I’m losing my mind. You’re all I think about, and I fucking hate it.” He let out a airy laugh, but it was a bitter sound, twisted like a knot in his chest, as if the anger and disbelief were clawing their way out, refusing to let the truth in.

His breath was ragged, his chest heaving as the anger spilled out. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling.

“I didn’t want this,” he continued, his voice quieter now, a mixture of frustration and something else he couldn’t quite name. “I didn’t want to care. But here I am, thinking about you all the goddamn time. And I can’t stop it. I can’t stop this... this feeling you’ve given me.”

You stood there, silent, trying to process what he was saying, but before you could speak, he was there again, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek, his eyes searching yours like he was looking for something he couldn’t find.

“You’ve fucked me up,” he muttered, his voice breaking on the words. “I hate the way you make me feel.”

There was a silence, thick and heavy, as you stood frozen in his gaze. You could see it in his eyes—the conflict, the anger, the raw emotion. You didn’t know what to say. He didn’t seem to know either, but before you could say a word, his lips crashed onto yours, hard and desperate. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t soft—it was a kiss that carried all the frustration, the confusion, the need he had been trying to suppress.

When he pulled back, his breathing was uneven, his face just inches from yours.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he whispered, his voice rough, like it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to say.

It wasn’t a question. Not really. It was an admission of something he wasn’t ready to face, something that had been building up between you both for so long that neither of you could pretend it wasn’t there anymore.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? He didn’t hate you. Not really. What he hated was how you made him feel, how you turned his world upside down with just a touch, a smile, a word.

He hated it because he didn’t know how to control it. How to stop it.

And now, neither of you could pretend anymore.

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stop ilysm!! 🥹🫶🏻

ME RN CAUSE I JUST HIT ONE FUCKING THOUSAND FOLLOWERS??!!!

AHHH I literally am sooo fucking grateful for every single one of you!! Yes ALL of you - even if you just followed or aren't as active. You guys make me smile, seriously. I have so much fun writing on here. Even if my writing doesn't get a ton of attention, it really warms my heart to know I've made this far 🥲💖

To all my Mooties - I would be long gone without you guys!! I know, I don't talk much on here bc I'm socially awkward and can't carry on a conversation if my life depended on it. I need to be more active in that aspect lol. The few friends I have made on here really give me sooo much motivation to keep going. Brainstorming ideas and simping over the triplets, I just love it here. I really feel like I found my place, even if it gets a little hectic sometimes lmaoo.

To all the new accounts - It's possible, trust me. You don't have to know a ton of people or be an amazing god-sent writer to grow your account. Just work hard, use your own ideas, credit others if you wish to use their work as inspo. It's possible, trust me!

I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS WITH ALL MY HEART!!!

With that being said, send me some requests on what my 1k post should be?! I want to treat you guys <3 (may post a poll later on??)

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MUCH DESERVED QUEEN!! <3

(this calls for the meme!!)

THANK YOU ✨

I’ve hit another benchmark of followers that I legit can’t even fathom atp. I ADORE everyone who supports, likes, reblogs, or interacts with anything of mine!

Writing really is a passion of mine and it’s so fucking fun to be able to share that in this fandom and just be a fangirl with all of you 😭💖

LIKE THIS IS INSANE???? I CANT comprehend so many people liking my stuff and always being so sweet so THANK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS 💖💖💖

Also—I do not state the number of followers in which I have. Comparison is the thief of joy. I want to appreciate a benchmark rather than the actual number!!!

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Boycotting men all 2025 (unless their last name is Sturniolo)

The way I seen "I need a woman in my life" and immediately followed bc same 😩😩😩

LMAOO YUP, i’ve made one too many posts about needing one BAD 😭

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The OG bd Chris maker 💙💙

Now, now 🖐🏻 I appreciate the love but everyone deserves their own version of Babydaddy!Chris <3 (as long as it isn't blatantly copying someone's else work)

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hey beautiful 💕 I was wondering if you could write more about neighbor Matt and brat? I read everything on the masterlist already 😢

I just posted a little blurb about them recently - Love Bites

I was thinking about making part 2 smutty but I may save the smut for later. I want to develop their characters a bit more.. Idk lmk what you guys think lol

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Leaving this here bc anyone who thinks the triplets wouldn't date a POC - or outside of their race in general - is literally smoking dick!

Also, why are we still stereotyping?? Its 2025. Some of yall need to get a grip and feel the grass outside.

Thats all. Goodbye.

I already know the answer but I like to prove bitches wrong. How do the triplets feel about bitches going “Matt/chris would never date a black girl!”

They’re very confused by that 😭 I feel that they’ve seen the drama around that a little bit and they’ve also seen things on their fyp’s about black women dealing with that sort of struggle within their social groups.

They literally would absolutely date a black woman. Same with other races and ethnic groups.

Y’all do this a lot more with Matt too. Fans think because he’s often depicted as the “softer” one between him and Chris that he wouldn’t date a black girl because to them (the ignorant non-black fans), black women are “hardcore” or “tough”. When it comes to Chris, they perpetuate the idea that because he’s more into rap music and rap culture that he makes more sense with a black girl, since apparently that’s all we listen to.

Matt and Chris are very open to black girls, especially Matt despite popular belief.

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Would you do a baby daddy Matt boot ?? 👀

I've only done two bots before which are based off of the two Au's I currently have up. I could definitely try to do a babydaddy!Matt bot but I'd need some type of storyline. For instance, my babydaddy!Chris bot takes place after reader/Sweetheart finds out about Chris' infidelity, putting the two of them in their roughest patch weeks before their son is due. And my neighbor!Matt bot takes place after his and reader/Brats first hook up, where they're currently playing a cat & mouse game (Matt being the cat & reader/Brat being the mouse)

So, to answer your question - I'd definitely be open to the idea, but I'd have to do some work first lol.

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ME RN CAUSE I JUST HIT ONE FUCKING THOUSAND FOLLOWERS??!!!

AHHH I literally am sooo fucking grateful for every single one of you!! Yes ALL of you - even if you just followed or aren't as active. You guys make me smile, seriously. I have so much fun writing on here. Even if my writing doesn't get a ton of attention, it really warms my heart to know I've made this far 🥲💖

To all my Mooties - I would be long gone without you guys!! I know, I don't talk much on here bc I'm socially awkward and can't carry on a conversation if my life depended on it. I need to be more active in that aspect lol. The few friends I have made on here really give me sooo much motivation to keep going. Brainstorming ideas and simping over the triplets, I just love it here. I really feel like I found my place, even if it gets a little hectic sometimes lmaoo.

To all the new accounts - It's possible, trust me. You don't have to know a ton of people or be an amazing god-sent writer to grow your account. Just work hard, use your own ideas, credit others if you wish to use their work as inspo. It's possible, trust me!

I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS WITH ALL MY HEART!!!

With that being said, send me some requests on what my 1k post should be?! I want to treat you guys <3 (may post a poll later on??)