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✶⋆.˚ @ETERNALDESI✶⋆.˚ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ (ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ). 4ᴛᴇᴇɴ. ʙᴀɢɢʏ ᴊᴇʀꜱᴇʏꜱ. ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ. ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ. ʀɴʙ + ʜɪᴘʜᴏᴘ. ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅɪᴇꜱ. ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ. ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ. ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ. ʟᴇᴏᴘᴀʀᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴛ. ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ɢᴀʏ ɪᴅꜰᴋ. ᴅᴀᴅ!ᴄʜʀɪꜱ + ᴅᴀᴅ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴏʟʏ ɢʀᴀɪʟ. ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ. ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ʙᴀᴇ. ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ 1990’ꜱ — ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ ʟᴇᴠɪᴛᴛ

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴. 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬!. 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘎𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥!!

©️ ＥＴＥＲＮＡＬＤＥＳＩ．ᐟ

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

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haven’t heard from you in a whole month, I hope you’re doing beautiful my love 💝💝

Omg I’m so sorry😭 I honestly forgot about this account and I’ve been focusing on school!! Should I start posting again (I might change a few things about my acc)

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Goofballs goooning green goons

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﹒ dad!chris x. Rnb ﹕☆ rnb lyrics that I think give off dad!chris

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˚﹟rapper!chris x. Singer!reader ⌇ You and Chris do your first joint interview, where fans go crazy over your sweet interactions and inside jokes.

The studio was quiet but warm, the kind of cozy vibe that made it easy to forget you were being recorded. You and Chris sat close on the navy couch, the interviewer seated across from you with a curious smile. Chris, relaxed as ever, was leaning back with one arm draped over the back of the couch, his other hand resting near yours. He wore a gray hoodie and black jeans, while you were dressed a bit more polished, your outfit carefully chosen for the occasion. This was your first interview together, and though it wasn’t live, you could already hear the excited reactions from fans in your head. “So,” the interviewer started, adjusting their cards, “this is the first time we’ve had you both in the studio together. Fans have been dying to know—what’s it like working together as a couple?”

Chris didn’t miss a beat. “It’s fun. I mean, we’re already together all the time, so being in the studio just feels natural. She’s crazy talented, so it’s more like… I’m just trying to keep up.” You turned to him with a playful scoff. “That’s a lie, by the way. He’s the one who spends hours perfecting every little thing. I’m just here trying to catch my breath between takes.” The interviewer laughed, clearly entertained. “So, you’re saying Chris is the perfectionist in the studio?” “Oh, 100%,” you said, grinning as you glanced at him. “He’ll act all chill, but the second something’s not exactly how he wants it, he’s stopping everything to fix it.” Chris shrugged, not even denying it. “I just like things to sound right. Plus, I know she deserves the best.” You felt your cheeks warm at his words, but you played it off. “And I let him think he’s the boss. Sometimes.” The interviewer leaned forward. “And how do you balance being a couple and collaborators? Do you ever have disagreements while working on music?” Chris smirked. “Every other day.” You rolled your eyes but laughed. “It’s true. We definitely don’t always see eye to eye. I like metaphors and layered lyrics, and he’s more straightforward. But I think that’s why it works—we balance each other out.” The interviewer smiled knowingly. “It sounds like you both respect each other a lot, though.” Chris glanced at you, his smirk softening into something gentler. “I mean, how could I not? She’s incredible.” You nudged him lightly, biting back a grin. “Don’t make me blush on camera.”

As the conversation wrapped up, the interviewer asked one final question: “What’s been the most fun part about this collab so far?” Chris answered immediately. “Honestly, just spending time with her. We’re always laughing, always coming up with ideas. It doesn’t even feel like work.” You nodded in agreement. “Same. And it’s been cool to see how our styles come together—it’s different but in a good way.” The cameras stopped rolling, and Chris leaned closer to you, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Told you this would be easy.” You smiled, nudging his shoulder. “Yeah, well, you made it fun.” And judging by the way fans would inevitably freak out when the video dropped, the fun wasn’t just limited to the studio.

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⭑𓂃introducing rapper!chris && singer!reader

› 𓄧 make a mil by partynextdoor . . . smart lyrics and soulful beats. Often collaborates with other artists to experiment with sound. Chris reaches out to you after hearing a snippet of your demo, wanting to work on a feature for a track he’s working on. countless late-night studio sessions, where your voices mix perfectly. unapologetically himself. oversized jackets, designer sneakers, and bold accessories like chains and rings. J Cole, Travis Scott, drake, asap rocky.

𖠣 heaven sent by tevomxntana . . . Your music blends pop, R&B, and soul with a dash of alternative flair. always maintained a certain sense of humility. Many are drawn to your vulnerability in your songs. Whether it’s through lyrics, melodies, or performance, you pour your heart into everything you create. often opting for neutral tones, flowing fabrics, and accessories that enhance your natural beauty rather than overpower it. Sza, kehlani, solange, sade, jhené aiko.

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╰ dad!chris x . Mom!reader ᨸ Chris hesitantly agrees to let you have a girls’ night out, promising he’s got the kids under control—only to FaceTime you for help when the toddler throws a tantrum.

IT HAD BEEN WEEKS OF NON-STOP FAMILY LIFE. Between work, the kids’ activities, and keeping everything running smoothly at home, you hadn’t had a night to yourself in what felt like forever. So, when your friends suggested a girls’ night out, you jumped at the chance. After all, you deserved a little fun and relaxation, right? You glanced over at Chris, who was sprawled on the couch in his usual laid-back fashion, playing a game on his phone. “Hey, babe,” you started, trying to sound casual, but you could feel the nerves creeping in. “I was thinking I could go out with the girls tonight. Just for a few hours.” Chris looked up from his phone, eyes widening slightly at the mention of you leaving. He put down his phone, his expression shifting to one of concern. “Wait, you want to leave me alone with the kids?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You laughed lightly, not sure if he was joking. “Chris, you’ve got this. They’ll be fine. You’re a great dad.” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, but… I don’t know. What if something happens? What if they get… I don’t know… messy? Or—” You raised an eyebrow. “Chris, you’ve been around the kids for a long time. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Besides, it’s just a few hours. I’ll be back before you know it.” He sighed dramatically but eventually relented, giving you a smile of reassurance, even though you could tell he was still nervous. “Fine, fine. But if they start a riot or something, I’m calling you.” “Deal,” you said, laughing as you grabbed your purse. “I’ll be just a phone call away. Have fun with the kids, Dad.”

A FEW HOURS LATER, you were at a lively restaurant with your friends, enjoying a much-needed break. You’d forgotten how nice it felt to be around adults, away from the chaos of home. As the night went on, you found yourself laughing and chatting freely, your stress melting away with each glass of wine. But then, your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your purse, glancing at the screen. It was a FaceTime call from Chris. You frowned, puzzled. Was everything okay? You answered the call, and Chris’s face popped up on the screen, looking a little frazzled. Behind him, you could hear the sounds of children—loud, high-pitched, and very chaotic. “Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to hide your amusement. Chris’s face was a mixture of panic and exasperation. “I… I need help,” he said, voice low, as if trying to keep the situation under control. “What’s going on?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “Chloe won’t stop crying. I’ve tried everything. I gave her snacks, I sang her favorite song, I even put on the show she likes—nothing’s working! And Nico is jumping off the couch while Sienna is pretending to be a scientist and mixing random things in the kitchen.” You could barely suppress your giggles as you heard Nico’s excited voice shouting, “I’m a superhero!” in the background. Meanwhile, Chloe’s cries only seemed to get louder. You held back laughter, trying to keep your tone calm. “Okay, okay. Deep breath, Chris. Here’s what you do—try giving Chloe her stuffed bear, the one she can’t sleep without. It usually calms her down.” Chris ran a hand through his hair, his face scrunching with frustration. “I tried that. She’s still going off. And Nico won’t stop—he’s about to break something!” You couldn’t help it anymore. You laughed, a genuine laugh that rang out over the phone. “Chris, you’ve got this. Just breathe. Let me talk to the kids.” You put the phone on speaker and called out to the kids. “Nico! Sienna! Can you listen to Daddy for just a minute? He’s trying really hard!” “Mommy!” Sienna’s voice rang through the phone, and you could hear the excitement in her voice. “Daddy says I can’t mix the kitchen stuff!” “Yeah, because you’re not a scientist, Sienna,” Chris added with a sigh. “I swear, they’re out of control tonight.”“Alright, alright. Just tell them to give you a few minutes,” you said, trying to suppress another laugh. “I’m sure they’ll calm down.” Chris rubbed his temples. “I’m gonna lose it, I swear.” You could hear Chloe’s cries start to fade slightly in the background as Chris quickly retrieved the stuffed bear, probably following your instructions. It only took a few moments before the sound of Chloe calming down reached your ears. “There, see?” you said, grinning. “Just give it a minute.” Chris looked at you through the phone, his expression one of disbelief. “You seriously have a magic touch. She’s quiet now. Nico is pretending to be Batman, and Sienna’s cleaning up the kitchen… I don’t know how you do it.”“Years of practice, babe,” you said, smiling warmly. “You just have to stay calm, and they’ll follow your lead. But hey, if you need me to come home early, I’m just a call away.” Chris raised an eyebrow, a sheepish grin forming on his face. “I think we’re good now… but I don’t know if I can handle another night like this. Maybe next time you could plan a night out while the kids are asleep?” “Yeah, maybe,” you teased. “But you handled it. I’m proud of you, Dad.” “I’m not sure I’d call it handling it,” Chris said with a rueful chuckle. “But I’m surviving.” You gave him a reassuring smile, knowing he was doing his best. “You’re doing great. I’ll be home soon. Just remember—if all else fails, put on their favorite movie and let them burn off some energy.” “Got it. Thanks, babe.” As you ended the call, you chuckled to yourself, thoroughly entertained by the chaos at home. It had been nice to get a break, but honestly, you couldn’t wait to get back to your little family and see how Chris was holding up with everything.

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ᯓ nailtech!matt x . Client!reader 𓍼

─── You book a nail appointment with Matt and can’t stop blushing as he gently holds your hands to work on your nails, making casual small talk that feels more like flirting.

YOUR NERVES BUBBLED UP AS YOU WALKED INTO THE SMALL NAIL SALON tucked on the corner of the street, the faint scent of acetone and lavender greeting you as the bell above the door jingled softly. You glanced around, noticing the clean, minimalistic aesthetic of the space—soft neutrals, sleek furniture, and soft music humming in the background. It felt comforting, but your heart still raced for an entirely different reason.

Matt.

You’d heard about him through a friend who couldn’t stop gushing about his attention to detail and how sweet he was with his clients. “Plus, he’s ridiculously cute,” your friend had teased, and you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since booking the appointment. Now, here you were, mentally preparing yourself for an hour of sitting across from him, hoping you didn’t make a fool of yourself. “Hi, welcome!” a cheerful voice called from the reception desk. “Do you have an appointment?” You nodded, your voice catching for a moment. “Yes, um, I have an appointment with Matt at two?” The receptionist smiled and motioned toward the far end of the room. “You can head over. He’s ready for you!”

You swallowed nervously as you walked toward the station, your eyes landing on him. Matt was hunched over his table, organizing small jars of polish and tools, his movements precise and focused. His dark hair fell slightly into his face, but as you approached, he glanced up, and his brown eyes locked with yours. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice smooth but casual, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You must be my two o’clock.” “That’s me,” you said, willing yourself to sound normal. He gestured toward the chair across from him. “Go ahead and have a seat. What are we doing for you today?”Sliding into the chair, you placed your hands on the table, feeling hyper-aware of every little movement. “Um, I was thinking something simple? Maybe a light pink?” Matt nodded, his gaze flicking to your hands as he reached for a swatch book. “Light pink, got it. Let me show you a few shades so we can pick the perfect one.”

As he flipped through the swatches, his fingers brushed against yours, and you felt your cheeks instantly heat up. His hands were warm, his touch soft yet deliberate, and it was enough to make your heart race. “This one’s really popular,” he said, holding up a soft blush pink. “But if you want something with a little more shine, this one’s nice too.” You tried to focus on the colors, but all you could think about was the way his voice seemed to wrap around you, smooth and inviting. You nodded at the first option. “That one looks perfect.” “Good choice,” he said, his smile widening slightly. “Alright, let’s get started.” He took your hand gently, his touch firm yet careful as he inspected your nails. “You’ve got a nice nail shape,” he remarked casually, his tone so matter-of-fact it took a moment for you to process it as a compliment.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you stammered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again. Matt glanced up briefly, a playful glint in his eyes. “You blush a lot, don’t you?” Your eyes widened, and you let out a nervous laugh. “What? No, I mean… maybe.” He chuckled softly, the sound warm and genuine as he began filing your nails. “It’s cute,” he said simply, his focus shifting back to his work as if he hadn’t just casually made your heart skip a beat. The next few minutes passed in a blur of soft touches and quiet conversation. Matt asked you about your day, your job, your favorite colors—each question feeling more like an attempt to get to know you than just small talk. He had a way of making you feel at ease, even as you sat there, hyper-aware of how close he was and how gently he held your hands. “You’re really good at this,” you said at one point, watching as he applied the polish with steady, precise strokes.“Thanks,” he said, glancing up briefly with a small smile. “I like it. It’s kind of relaxing, you know? Plus, I get to meet interesting people like you.” Your breath hitched slightly, and you tried to play it cool. “Oh, so I’m interesting?”

Matt paused, looking up fully this time, his smile turning a little mischievous. “Definitely. You’re blushing again, by the way.” You groaned, covering your face with your free hand. “I can’t help it, okay?” He laughed, the sound light and teasing. “I’m not complaining.” By the time he finished, your nails looked flawless—a soft pink that was just the right balance of subtle and elegant. Matt held your hand for a moment longer, inspecting his work before letting go. “There you go,” he said, leaning back slightly. “Perfectly polished.”

You looked at your nails, then back at him, your heart fluttering at the way he smiled at you. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.” “No problem,” he said, starting to clean up his station. “Come back anytime. I mean it.” As you stood up, you felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment—it was over, but you already wanted to book your next appointment. “Thanks again, Matt,” you said, hesitating for a moment before turning to leave. “Anytime,” he replied, his voice warm. Then, just as you reached the door, he called out, “Hey!” You turned back, your heart skipping a beat.

“Don’t wait too long to book your next appointment,” he said, his grin playful. “I’d hate to forget how much you blush.” You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face as you walked out the door, already counting down the days until you’d see him again.

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♯ introducing dad!chris && mom!reader

Sienna (10) . Nico (6) . Chloe (2) .

࿔ hold me down by Daniel Caesar . . . dad jokes. Raising three kids. The fun dad. Bedtime stories. Late night fridge raids. making sure that his kids always feel heard and cared for. giving the best advice, and making sure they never feel alone or unsupported.

ಇ. Pretty little birds by sza . . . the heart of the family—nurturing, patient, and always putting the needs of your kids before your own. loving environment for your children, where they always feel supported and understood. the type of mom who takes the time to talk to your kids about their day, asking them how they’re feeling and helping them solve problems when they arise. Late night cooking.

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Just told my hb that I like him !! Not ready to see his response

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hahahahahahha I’m killing myself

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Just told my hb that I like him !! Not ready to see his response

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༄.°nerd!matt x . sororitygirl!reader 𑁤

─── MINI NERD!MATT BLURBS

“ Kisses in the Library“ Matt was mid-sentence, explaining some obscure concept from his textbook, when you leaned over the table and kissed him square on the lips. His words faltered, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he blinked at you in surprise. “What—what was that for?” he stammered, adjusting his glasses as if that would make the heat on his face disappear. You shrugged, smiling coyly. “You looked cute when you were talking.” Matt fumbled with the corner of his notebook, his lips twitching into a shy smile. “Oh… well… thanks.”

“Dye Disaster“ You twirled the box of pink hair dye in your hand, grinning as Matt watched you with a mix of suspicion and panic. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, scooting back against the couch as if you were armed with something dangerous. “Relax, I’m not actually going to dye your hair… unless you fall asleep,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows. Matt groaned, running a hand through his hair protectively. “You’re evil.” You laughed, tossing the box back on the counter. “Fine, your precious hair is safe. For now.”

“ Lost in the Notes” You plucked a sticky note off Matt’s desk, squinting at his messy handwriting. “Is this a formula or a grocery list?”Matt looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furrowing. “It’s a formula,” he said. “But I think there’s also something about eggs on there.” You burst out laughing, holding up another sticky note. “This one just says ‘Ask her out already.’” His face turned beet red as he snatched the note out of your hand. “That’s from months ago. Ignore that.” You smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You’re lucky I said yes.”

“Messy Study Sessions ” Books and papers were scattered across Matt’s dorm room, and you were lying on the bed, doodling in the margins of his notes. “Are you even helping?” he asked, glancing at you over his laptop. “I’m moral support,” you replied, grinning as you held up a drawing of a stick figure labeled “Matt.” He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “You’re lucky I like having you around.” “Lucky? Or essential to your process?” you teased, tossing a pillow at him.

“ Sorority Event Savior” Matt had shown up to your sorority’s charity auction despite claiming he didn’t do “social events.” When you caught him mingling with the other girls, charming them with his quick wit, you pulled him aside. “I thought you didn’t like these things.” “I don’t,” he admitted, his smile softening. “But you do. And that’s enough for me.”

␥ — layout Creds : @pearlzier

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I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE SHIT

So like what is this referring to .💔

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Do I have aux guys ?!

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I wanna meet more people on here but I feel like my age turns people off and I have think I have crippling anxiety bc it takes me so long to get comfortable around people💔

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MY SHAYLAA 💔

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Mattia being the last person I watched on TikTok is really pissing me off rn💔

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MY SHAYLAA 💔