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Matt had been ignoring it for a while, mostly because he acted like it wasn’t a big deal but his hair had definitely reached that “I need help or I’m going to start looking like I have no money for a haircut” stage.
So now he was sitting on a kitchen chair, towel around his shoulders, looking way too relaxed for someone about to let his girlfriend take scissors near his head.
“You’re seriously trusting me with this?” she asked again, holding the comb like it was slightly dangerous.
Matt looked up at her like it was obvious.
That was how Matt ended up leaning back a little in the chair hands resting lightly on her thighs while she stood between his legs trying to section the front pieces of his hair.
It wasn’t even like he was doing it on purpose just this absentminded grounding thing. Like he always needed to be touching her somehow when she was stressed.
Which right now, she definitely was.
Her hands were careful, but a little stiff as she started trimming the front. Every snip made her pause like she was bracing for him to suddenly hate it.
“You’re shaking,” Matt said, tilting his head slightly so he could look up at her.
“I’m not shaking.”
“You are literally shaking.”
“I’m being precise,” she shot back, squinting at his longer ends like they were a math problem.
He smiled, squeezing her thighs gently with his hands. “You’re doing fine.”
“That’s what people say right before they realize their haircut is ruined by their girlfriend.”
“It’s not going to be ruined.”
She hesitated then finally blurted, “Why are you even asking me to cut your hair?”
Matt leaned his head back a little more, watching her like she was the funniest thing in the room. “Because you cut your own sometimes.”
“Barely.”
“Still counts.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“It is to me,” he said simply, like that ended the argument.
She huffed but her shoulders loosened a little anyway. She kept trimming slowly gaining confidence as the front started to actually look… good. Like intentionally good.
“You’re still nervous,” he added.
“I’m not—”
She didn’t get to finish because Matt suddenly leaned forward and shook his head into her chest, exaggerated and playful like he was trying to break her concentration on purpose.
She froze for half a second.
Then laughed.
“Matt!” she said, immediately pushing his head back with her free hand, scissors held safely away. “Stop, I’m literally holding sharp objects!”
“I needed you to relax,” he said, completely unfazed grinning up at her.
“It was already stressful!”
“Not anymore,” he said, still smiling. “You’re laughing.”
She shook her head trying to hide her smile while she went back to fixing his hairline. And somehow, after that, her hands weren’t shaking anymore.
The front came out cleaner than she expected
When she stepped back, she narrowed her eyes. “Okay I think I did that part right.”
Matt tilted his head inspecting her work with a handheld mirror she had given him earlier “Yeah.”
“That ‘yeah’ was suspicious.”
“It’s good,” he clarified immediately. “It actually looks good.”
She blinked at him. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not.”
He leaned back again, stretching his neck slightly. “Now do the back.”
That made her pause. “The back is harder.”
“I know.”
“That was not reassuring.”
He laughed softly, then tapped her leg again. “You can do it. And I’ll sit still.”
“You literally just tried to headbutt my chest.”
“That was emotional support.”
She rolled her eyes but moved behind him anyway.
The back of his hair was definitely worse. It was longer, uneven in places, and somehow even thicker than she expected. She carefully lifted sections trying to stay focused, but Matt kept glancing up at her through the mirror like he was monitoring her every move.
“Stop looking at me,” she said.
“I’m supervising.”
“You’re stressing me out.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re breathing loudly.”
He laughed under his breath and finally sat forward properly resting his elbows on his knees so she could work without him turning into a distraction.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much better.”
For a while it was quiet except for the soft snip of scissors. She got more confident with each section, trimming little by little until it actually started to take shape.
When she finished one side, she ran her fingers through it carefully, checking it.
Matt stayed still shockingly still until she moved around to adjust something near the back of his neck.
Then without warning, he leaned back slightly again tilting his head up just enough to find her, and did it again lightly nudging his face into her stomach this time making her laugh all over again.
“Matt,” she warned, laughing anyway, “I’m not done!”
“I’m just making sure you’re not stressed.”
“You’re the reason I’m stressed!”
But she was smiling now fully smiling and even she could tell the haircut was going to turn out fine.
Better than fine, actually.
And somehow between his teasing, her nervous hands, and him holding onto her like she was the most normal part of his day, it didn’t even feel like a haircut anymore.
Matt was still sitting in the same stool towel still around his shoulders, as she did a final check around the back of his head.
“Okay,” she said slowly, stepping back, “I think I’m done.”
Matt reached up immediately running his hand through it like he was testing whether his head was still attached.
“…Yeah,” he said after a beat. “That’s actually solid.”
She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Don’t say ‘actually’ like that.”
He smiled at her. “It’s good. I promise.”
Before she could respond, the front door opened.
“Hello? Why can I sense your guys anxiety from here?” came a voice from the hallway.
Two seconds later Nick walked in immediately squinting like he was preparing for chaos. Behind him Chris followed slowly already suspicious just from the silence.
Nick froze the second he saw Matt.
Then blinked.
“No way,” Nick said.
Chris leaned sideways to get a better look. “Wait did she actually do it?”
Matt shrugged. “Yeah.”
Nick stepped closer like he didn’t trust his own eyes. “Okay, hold on why does it not look bad?”
“I was gonna say that,” Chris said, nodding.
She immediately pointed at them. “Excuse me, what does that mean?”
Nick lifted his hands defensively. “No offense, I just fully thought we were coming home to like… a disaster.”
Chris nodded again dead serious. “Same. I was mentally preparing for more hats than usual for him.”
Matt leaned back in the stool, clearly enjoying this way too much. “She did good.”
Nick tilted his head, inspecting Matt’s hair from all angles. “Wait no this is actually clean.”
“Matt you can post about how good this looks” Chris added.
She crossed her arms, still a little flustered but now proud. “So you all just assumed I’d mess it up?”
Nick didn’t even hesitate. “Respectfully? Yes.”
“Nick,” Matt warned lightly.
“What? I said respectfully.”
Chris stepped closer and gave Matt’s head a quick look over, then nodded like a judge giving a final verdict. “Nah, I’m impressed. This is the best your hair’s looked in a minute.”
Matt smirked. “Obviously.”
Nick leaned toward her, lowering his voice slightly like he was letting her in on a secret. “Okay, I take it back. You’re allowed to cut his hair again.”
“Wow,” she said flatly. “What an honor.”
Matt reached out and lightly grabbed her hand, squeezing it once, like he was quietly reminding her she did fine.
Chris pointed between them. “Also, I feel like I should say this is very couple behavior.”
Nick nodded immediately.
Matt didn’t even deny it.
She rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. “You two are annoying.”
Chris grinned. “But you did good.”
Nick nodded again, more serious this time. “For real though don’t let it get in your head. That was actually solid.”
Matt stood up finally, shaking out the towel from his shoulders. “Told you.”
She looked up at him, still a little stunned it actually turned out okay. “You were very confident for someone who was sitting there letting me panic.”
Matt leaned down slightly, voice lower, just for her. “Because I knew you’d be fine.”
Then, louder, he added, “And because I like when you’re stressed. It’s funny.”
“Matt.”
Nick immediately pointed at him. “See? That’s why I thought it was gonna go bad.”
Chris laughed. “Yeah, honestly you can cut my hair next.”
And for the first time all afternoon, she wasn’t nervous anymore just standing there between all three of them, realizing she hadn’t just survived the haircut.
She’d actually pulled it off.
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Matt had came to her house hours ago but she still hadn’t really calmed down from seeing him.
It was one of those nights where everything about him felt unfairly perfect to her. the way he looked in that black sweater earlier, sleeves pushed up just enough to show his tattoos, and those blue jeans that fit him just right. She kept replaying the moment he walked in back in her head like it was a highlight reel she couldn’t turn off.
Now he was in bed the room dim it’s almost Scarily quiet in her house the one that only happens late at night when the world feels paused.
He was lying on his stomach no shirt on, one arm tucked under the pillow and the other hanging off the edge of the mattress like he’d fully surrendered to sleep.
She should’ve been tired too.
but she wasn’t.
She could be when he was right next to her being that perfect.she was hovering next to him soft and quiet like she was trying not to wake a sleeping baby
And then she leaned down and kissed his back.
Just once.
Matt shifted immediately.
“Baby…” he mumbled, voice rough from sleep. He lifted his head slightly just enough to glance back at her. “What are you doing?”
She hesitated like she’d been caught doing something she didn’t want to admit out loud.
“You’re just so perfect,” she said simply, like that explained everything.
That got a small tired laugh out of him. He turned his head more now eyes barely open but soft with something affectionate.
“Come here,” he said, voice gentler now.
Before she could overthink it he rolled onto his back and pulled the blanket down just enough to make space. Instantly he tapped his chest like it was the most obvious invitation in the world.
She scooted closer settling against him, her head resting right over his heartbeat.
And now that she was there, she didn’t stop.
She pressed a few slow kisses to his chest like she was trying to memorize him in real time, like he might disappear if she didn’t keep confirming he was real.
Matt let out a long breath half amused yet half done with her energy.
“Stop,” he said softly, but there was no real edge to it. His hand came up to her hair, brushing through it lazily. “Go to sleep.”
She shook her head slightly against him.
“I just wanna be close to you.”
He exhaled again, eyes closing for a second like he was trying to fight how much he liked this.
“We’re already close,” he murmured. “You’re basically glued to me right now.”
She smiled a little at that but didn’t make any effort to move. If anything, she tucked herself closer to him.
Matt opened one eye, looking down at her like she was a problem he had no intention of solving.
“you’re impossible,” he said, but his hand stayed on her back anyway, slow and steady, grounding.
She finally went still, listening to his heartbeat under her ear, the rhythm of him calming her down more than anything else could.
And after a few minutes, his voice softened again, quieter this time.
“Just sleep, okay?”
This time, she listened.
And he held her there like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Matt slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb her as he finally gave in to the fact that his body was going to make him get up at 3 am.
He rubbed a hand over his face as he walked down the hall his socks almost making him slip on the wood floors. The house was still dark in that peaceful way that made everything feel slower than normal.
When he came back, he expected to find her exactly how he left her curled into his side, asleep.
But when he pushed the bedroom door open again and stepped in something immediately felt different.
The bed was still warm on his side.
But she was awake.
Sitting up slightly now, blanket pulled around her like she wasn’t sure what to do with herself without him there. Her hair was a little messy, eyes adjusting to the dim light spilling in from the hallway.
She looked at him the second he walked in.
“Where’d you go?” she asked quietly.
Matt paused for a second, like he wasn’t expecting to be interrogated at 3 in the morning
“bathroom,” he said simply, shutting the door behind him.
He walked back toward the bed climbing in then immediately exhaled when the mattress dipped and the familiar warmth was there again.
“You woke up just for that?” he asked, glancing over at her.
She hesitated, then shrugged a little.
“I didn’t know where you went.”
That made him go a little softer instantly.
Matt shifted closer pulling the blanket back down so she’d stop sitting there all tense and awake like she was on guard duty.
“Baby I literally just went to pee,” he said half amused.
“I know,” she muttered, but she still looked like she hadn’t relaxed yet.
He watched her for a second, then reached out, gently pulling her back down against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. She melted back into him instantly head resting on his chest again like she belonged there.
“There,” he said quietly. “Problem solved.”
She stayed quiet for a moment, but didn’t close her eyes yet.
Matt tilted his head down slightly. “What now?”
She hesitated again then admitted it in a smaller voice.
“I thought you disappeared for a second.”
That made him pause.
Not in a dramatic way just in a way that made him a little more aware of her hand still gripping the blanket like she needed something to hold onto.
So he shifted his arm around her more firmly.
“I’m right here,” he said, calmer now. “Not going anywhere.”
She nodded slightly like she was trying to believe it again.
Matt leaned his head back into the pillow, eyes already getting heavy again.
“And next time,” he added softly, “I’m announcing my bathroom trips so you don’t panic?”
That finally got a small laugh out of her.
“Shut up,” she whispered, but it wasn’t annoyed.
It was relieved.
And this time when she settled again, she actually stayed asleep because his hand stayed on her back the entire time like he meant it.
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The desert air felt electric the second they stepped out of the airbnb.
Music pulsed faintly in the distance, heat still clinging to the ground even as the sun dipped slightly. Everyone was talking at once Nick already filming, Chris’s friends hyping each other up, the girls fixing their hair in phone cameras but Chris barely heard any of it.
Because you stepped out right behind him.
And yeah… he definitely noticed.
Your outfit was different than usual still you, still effortless but a little more daring. A smaller top, flowy skirt sitting just low enough on your hips, sun kissed skin from sitting at the pool the day before. It wasn’t over the too but just enough to make his brain short circuit a little.
“Guys, we’re gonna miss Sabrina if we don’t get a move on,” he called, already halfway walking backwards with his camera.
Chris didn’t answer right away.
You walked past him, grabbing his hand like it was nothing. “Come on, i have to see Sabrina.”
That snapped him out of it kinda
“Yeah yeah, I know,” he muttered, letting you pull him along.
The festival only got louder, brighter, more chaotic the deeper you all went into the crowd.
You were glowing.
Dancing when you heard a song you liked, grabbing one of the girls’ hands to spin them around, laughing at literally everything. Chris stayed close, always just a step behind or beside you but he was so much quieter than usual.
Normally he’d have his arm around your waist.
Normally he’d be pulling you into him every chance he got.
But right now?
Nothing.
No hand on your hip. No fingers laced through yours unless you grabbed him first. No subtle touches.
At first, you didn’t even notice you were too busy screaming when Sabrina Carpenter’s name flashed across the screen grabbing Chris’s sleeve excitedly.
“Chris Chris! She’s coming!”
“I know,” he said, smiling, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
You turned back to the stage completely in awe. Singing, jumping, living your best life.
Meanwhile, Chris was losing his mind.
Every time you moved, or laughed, or the lights hit you just right he had to physically stop himself from pulling you into him.
So instead he decided to keep his hands to himself.
It wasn’t until later, after Sabrina’s set, when the crowd shifted and things calmed just a little, that you finally noticed.
You reached for him again this time more intentionally.
“wait,” you said tilting your head. “Why are you being weird?”
“I’m not,” he replied way too fast.
You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer. “You haven’t touched me like at all.”
That made him laugh quietly, shaking his head like he didn’t even know where to start.
“You don’t realize what you’re doing right now, do you?”
“What?” you asked, genuinely confused.
He looked at you for a second really looked then leaned down just enough so only you could hear him.
“I can’t control myself if I start.”
Your expression shifted instantly.
“Oh” that made you pause
There was a beat of silence and then you giggled, soft and a little teasing, like it finally clicked.
Without thinking twice, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled yourself closer to him anyway.
“Then don’t,” you said, smiling up at him.
That was all it took.
His hands found your waist immediately, like he’d been waiting all day, pulling you flush against him. Not rough or not overwhelming just firm and grounding like he needed to remind himself you were actually there.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “that’s exactly what I was trying to avoid.”
You laughed again, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Only with you.”
By the time the next set started, you were tucked right into his side.
This time, he didn’t hold back.
His arm stayed around you, fingers tracing absentminded patterns against your waist while you sang along, completely lost in the moment again.
And every once in a while, when you leaned into him without thinking
He’d just smile to himself, pressing a quick kiss to your temple like he finally let himself relax.
Even if you had no idea what you’d done to him all day.
They ended up sneaking away without really saying anything to anyone.
It just happened.
One second you were all dancing in the crowd, lights flashing, music vibrating through your chest and the next Chris was leaning down tangling his fingers against yours.
“C’mon,” he murmured.
You didn’t even question it.
You let him lead you out past the noise, past the crowds, until everything felt quieter just distant music and the warm desert air wrapping around you.
There was a small open patch of grass, a little removed from everything.
You barely had time to turn toward him before you were already smiling, still a little breathless from everything.
“That was—” you started.
He didn’t let you finish.
His hand came up to your face, and he kissed you.
Not rushed, not messy just a little soft at first, like he’d been holding it in all day and finally gave in. You melted into it instantly your hands finding his shirt, pulling him closer like you needed more.
“Hi,” you mumbled against his lips, smiling.
“Hi,” he whispered back, but he didn’t move far.
You laughed quietly, pressing another quick kiss to him before gently pushing him back.
“Lay down,” you said, half teasing.
He raised an eyebrow but listened anyway, dropping back onto the grass with a small huff.
You didn’t hesitate, moving with him, settling on top of him more draped over him than anything, your arms resting against his chest as you looked down at him.
“Comfortable?” he asked, amused.
“Very.”
You leaned down again, kissing him slower this time, softer but still playful, still light. Your laughter kept slipping in between, like you couldn’t fully take anything seriously right now.
His hands found your waist automatically.
And they didn’t really stay there.
They slid a little lower, settling naturally on your butt like it wasn’t even a question. Nothing aggressive or tugging just him holding you, grounding you against him.
You felt it immediately.
“Chris—” you laughed, pulling back just enough to look at him.
“What?” he said, trying to act innocent, but the grin gave him away.
“You’re so—” you shook your head, still smiling, resting your forehead against his for a second.
“You literally told me not to control myself,” he reminded you quietly.
You couldn’t even argue with that.
Instead, you just laughed again, dropping your head to his shoulder for a second before lifting it back up, brushing your nose against his.
“Okay… fair.”
His grip tightened slightly not enough to be anything but affectionate just enough to keep you right where you were.
And for a second, neither of you said anything.
Just distant music, soft laughter from somewhere far off, and the two of you tangled up on the grass like you had all the time in the world.
“Justin’s not until later,” you mumbled.
“Yeah,” he said.
Neither of you moved.
Not yet.
The air eventually shifted lateCoachella energy everything was louder, looser, a little more chaotic in the best way.
You were still buzzing from earlier still holding onto Chris’s hand like you didn’t really plan on letting go anytime soon. Around you it was all movement and noise his brothers, their friends, and the girls you came with all kind of blending together in a half circle of decisions nobody fully agreed on.
Nick was the first to speak up, leaning in toward Chris.
“We should probably head out soon. Parking’s gonna be insane.”
A couple of the guys nodded in agreement, already looking tired, already thinking ahead.
But then immediately
“No,” one of the girls said. “Justin Bieber hasn’t even come on yet.”
Another one shook her head. “We’re not leaving before that.”
And just like that, it split.
The guys shifting toward leaving, the girls refusing to move.
You looked between everyone, still holding Chris’s hand, feeling your brain swirl. Excitement vs exhaustion. Of course you didn’t wanna sit in traffic to get to the airbnb later but you also didn’t come all this way to miss Justin Bieber.
Chris didn’t say anything at first.
He just looked around, taking it all in.
Then he glanced at you.
You weren’t begging him to stay or leave you just looked tired. Happy yeah but still glowing from everything earlier still clearly not wanting the night to end yet and it was still early
That was enough for him.
“I’m staying,” he said simply.
Nick blinked. “Dude, what?”
Chris shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ll stay with them.”
One of the guys gave him a look. “You sure? We can figure something out”
“I’m good,” Chris cut in calmer this time. Then he nodded slightly toward the group of girls. “I’m not leaving them here by themselves.”
That made a few of them immediately soften.
“Aww,” one of the girls said, laughing.
But Chris wasn’t trying to make it a moment. He was just being Chris about it.
“I’m still gonna give you guys space though,” he added, more casual now. “Just don’t disappear into the crowd, okay?”
That part was directed at all of you, but his eyes landed on you for a second longer.
You squeezed his hand.
“We won’t,” you said softly.
Nick sighed dramatically. “Alright, Captain Protective, we’ll meet you after. Don’t lose the girls”
“Shut up,” Chris muttered, but he was smiling.
And just like that, the group split.
Once the guys disappeared into the crowd, the energy shifted again lighter, and excitement was back through the roof.
The girls immediately started hyping each other up, fixing outfits, laughing, pulling each other closer as the anticipation for Justin Bieber built.
You stayed close to Chris anyway, even as the group spread out slightly.
He kept his word he didn’t hover too much, didn’t interrupt the fun. But he stayed close enough that you could always find him if you turned your head.
Every so often, he’d glance over.
Just checking.
Making sure everyone was still there.
Making sure you were still there.
You noticed it eventually and nudged his arm gently.
“We’re not gonna get lost, you know,” you teased.
“I know,” he said, but he didn’t stop scanning the group. “Still.”
You smiled a little at that.
There were like five girls all together now, laughing and swaying, completely locked into the moment talking about Justin like he was about to change their lives. Cause I mean he was… again
And Chris?
He was just standing there with you, hands in his pockets, relaxed but attentive.
When the music finally started to shift again when the crowd roared and everyone realized the set was about to begin you felt the whole group surge forward in excitement.
One of the girls grabbed your hand, screaming.
You barely had time to react before you turned back to Chris instinctively.
He was already looking at you.
Not worried. Not tense.
Just protective.
“Go,” he said, nodding slightly toward the stage. “Have fun.”
You hesitated for half a second.
Then you leaned in quickly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before grinning.
“We’ll be back,” you said.
And this time, when you pulled away and ran back into the girls
Chris didn’t follow but he was close enough just in case
the lights dipped low and Justin Bieber was finally out.
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ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 …. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
Her room is a disaster like worse than usual
Clothes were everywhere on the bed, the chair, half hanging out of her closet. There’s a pair of jeans crumpled on the floor from two outfits ago and at least three tops she thought would work just left out.
She’s in front of the full length mirror again.
Same jeans.
but yet another top.
This one’s better but not by much.
It’s cropped in such a weird way that every time she moves it shifts in a way that makes her immediately tug it back down. She’s already done it already like five times in the last minute.
Matt’s sitting on her bed, watching all of it.
Not in a bored way. To him it’s never in a bored way.
In a noticing way.
“You hate that one too,” he says.
She sighs. “I don’t hate it.”
“You’ve pulled it down like ten times.”
She glances at him through the mirror. “okay, I kind of hate it but I don’t have much”
He lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
“C’mere,” he says, standing up.
She hesitates before she turns to face him arms crossing over her stomach without thinking.
He notices that too.
Gently, he reaches for her wrists guiding her arms back down to her sides.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Don’t do that.”
She exhales. “I’m not”
“You are,” he smiles, not calling her out in a harsh way just more understanding.
There’s a small pause.
“I just don’t wanna be fixing my clothes all night,” she admits. “Like in front of your family.”
Matt nods immediately. “Okay. Then don’t wear something you have to fix.”
She blinks. “what?”
“If you’re gonna be thinking about it the whole time,” he says, “it’s not worth the hassle”
She looks down at the top again, fingers already reaching for the hem before she stops herself.
“yeah.”
He tilts his head toward her closet. “Go change it.”
She lets out a small breath like she needed that permission she didn’t even realize she was waiting for.
“Okay.”
He watches her go through three more tops.
One she puts on and immediately takes off.
One she stares at for a solid minute before shaking her head.
And then finally she picks one she lingers in.
It’s still nice and put together. But it sits right. Doesn’t ride up weird, doesn’t make her fidget.
She steps out, looking at herself in the mirror again, quieter this time.
Matt leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees.
“Okay that’s the one,” he says.
She glances at him. “You didn’t even let me say anything.”
“I don’t need you to,” he shrugs. “You haven’t messed with it.”
She looks back at herself.
“…oh.”
He smiles a little.
But she still looks unsure.
“What?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” she says softly. “What if it’s still too much?”
Matt stands up again, walking over slower this time.
“You’ve tried on like eight outfits,” he says. “I’ve watched every single one.”
She huffs a small laugh. “Yeah, I know.”
“And you looked good in all of them,” he adds.
She gives him a look. “Matt.”
“I’m serious,” he says, stepping closer. “But this is the first one you’re not fighting.”
That makes her pause.
He reaches out, resting his hands lightly on her waist grounding her a little.
“So wear this one,” he says softly.
She looks up at him, still a little unsure.
“What if I start overthinking it again?”
Before she can even finish the thought, he gently tugs her forward so she’s closer to him.
“Hey,” he says, quieter now.
Her hands instinctively come up, lightly holding onto his hoodie.
“You look good,” he says, holding her gaze. “And you’ve looked good in everything you put on but now you feel good”
Her expression softens, just a little.
“I’m not just saying that,” he adds. “I watched you change like ten times. If something looked off, I would’ve told you.”
She lets out a small breath, tension easing out of her shoulders.
“…okay.”
He studies her face for a second longer then smiles slightly.
“And if you start overthinking,” he says, reaching back to grab his hoodie from the chair, “you already know the solution.”
She laughs quietly as he hands it to her. “Of course.”
“Of course,” he repeats.
A minute later, she’s in front of the mirror again.
Jeans. The new top.
His hoodie in her hands
She looks at herself and for once tonight, she isn’t picking herself apart.
“…I like this,” she says softly.
Matt leans against the doorframe, watching her.
“Yeah?” he asks.
She nods, a small smile forming. “Yeah.”
He walks over one more time, stopping just behind her.
“Told you,” he murmurs.
She glances at him through the mirror. “Don’t get used to being right.”
“Too late.”
She turns to face him, still holding onto the his sweater.
“Thank you,” she says.
Matt shrugs, like it’s nothing but his hand comes up anyway, brushing a piece of her hair back.
“You look really pretty,” he says.
Her smile softens instantly. “Even after all that?”
“Especially after all that,” he says. “You’re pretty no matter what you wear”
She laughs, shaking her head, but she leans in anyway pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
When she pulls back, she looks calmer. More sure.
“Okay,” she says. “Let’s go before I change again.”
Matt grins, grabbing his keys.
“Yeah, no more outfit changes. I’m cutting you off.”
She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t argue.
And when they walk out, she keeps the hoodie in her hands.
not because she has to but just in case
And because she knows, if she starts overthinking again
he’ll be right there to pull her back out of it.
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thinking about the "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first" to eldest daughter pipeline. "i thought that i'd never find that beautiful, beautiful life that shimmers that innocent light back like when we were young" :/
EVERYDAYYYY I miss car videos more but like early car videos when the alarm was going off . That’s all I need to go to sleep.
ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 …. 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
Chris had texted her three times that afternoon.
Chris: how’s work?
Chris: did you eat lunch
Chris: blink twice if you need me to come rescue you
She’d replied with a single thumbs down emoji and then nothing for two hours.
Which was exactly why he was now standing outside the little café where she worked, holding a takeout bag in one hand and a ridiculous bouquet of pink tulips in the other trying to decide if him surprising her was romantic or just gonna embarrass her.
but he decided romantic. Definitely romantic.
She was behind the counter hair pulled into a messy ponytail that was extra loose, sleeves rolled up, cheeks flushed from the espresso machine heat. She looked exhausted the kind of tired that sat in your shoulders and your whole body ache.
But she still smiled at the customer in front of her.
That was his girl.
He waited until the line died down a little before walking in. The bell above the door chimed, and she glanced up automatically
Then froze.
She definitely was in shock
“Chris?”
He grinned and suddenly he was shy for no reason. “Hi, baby.”
She looked genuinely confused. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at—”
“I was,” he said, stepping closer to the counter. “But then I realized that my girlfriend was having a terrible day, and I take those very seriously.”
Her expression melted instantly.
The kind of soft that only happened when she felt safe.
“You didn’t have to come,” she said quietly, but there was a tiny wobble in her voice that gave her away.
“Yeah, I did.” He lifted the takeout bag. “Because you also definitely didn’t eat lunch.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How do you know that?”
“Well whenever you’re upset or busy you won’t eat and,” he said, pointing at her face. “You get this grumpy wrinkle right here.”
“I do not have a grumpy wrinkle.”
“You do. It’s cute.”
She tried not to smile.
Failed.
“What did you bring?” she asked.
He leaned forward conspiratorially. “Your favorite sandwich. Extra pickles. And those stupid little cookies you like.”
“They’re not stupid,” she said immediately.
“You cried over them once.”
“No fair I thought they were going out of business,” she defended.
He laughed softly. “Yeah. I know.”
There was a pause the warm kind, not awkward and then he held up the flowers.
Her face changed completely.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Chris.”
“They didn’t have the ones you like so I just got the least ugly one,” he said. “Which felt like a good standard.”
She reached over the counter and grabbed his wrist. “You’re so annoying.”
“Mm. But you love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
He leaned closer. “You wanna take your break now?”
“I can’t,” she sighed. “We’re short staffed and—”
Before she could finish, a voice called from the back, “Girl, go. Your boyfriend is hot and he brought hot food. I’m not ruining that.”
Her coworker appeared, waving her off dramatically.
“See?” Chris said. “Approved by management.”
“She’s not management,” she muttered, already walking around the counter.
The second she reached him he reached his arm towards her and pulled her into his chest.
She melted.
like actually melted. She could feel her body relax.
Her forehead pressed into his collarbone, arms sliding around his middle like she’d been waiting all day to do that.
“Hi,” he murmured into her hair.
“Hi,” she said back, voice muffled against his hoodie.
He felt her exhale.
Long. Heavy. Relieved.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
She nodded against him. “Just tired.”
“I know.”
He kissed the top of her head.
They ended up sitting outside on the curb behind the cafe, sharing the sandwich from the takeout box. She was still in her apron, still smelling like vanilla syrup and coffee beans, stains all over it but she looked lighter already.
Chris watched her eat like he always did. like it was fascinating.
“What?” she said, catching him staring.
“You’re cute.”
“I’m literally inhaling food.”
“Exactly.”
She rolled her eyes but leaned her shoulder into his.
After a minute, she spoke quietly.
“Today sucked.”
“Tell me.”
So she did.
Customers. A broken machine. A rude manager comment. Being overwhelmed. Feeling like she couldn’t keep up.
Chris didn’t interrupt once.
he just listened, really listened as his thumb rubbed slow circles over her knee.
When she finished, he tilted his head toward her.
“You know you’re allowed to have bad days, right?”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to be perfect all the time.”
“I know,” she repeated, softer.
He nudged her shoulder. “You’re my favorite person even when you’re grumpy and dramatic.”
“I’m not dramatic.”
“You cry over slightly sad movies.”
“That’s just having a heart.”
He laughed, then leaned over and kissed her temple.
Gentle.
“You work so hard,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”
Her throat tightened immediately.
“Stop,” she whispered. “I’m gonna cry.”
“That’s okay,” he said. “I like you when you cry too.”
“Don’t be weird.”
“Whatever I showed up with food, so.”
She smiled the real one this time.
The one he’d been waiting for.
After a moment, she rested her head on his shoulder and he automatically wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer.
They sat like that in comfortable silence until her break was almost over.
“I don’t wanna go back,” she groaned.
“Then don’t.”
“I have to.”
“I know,” he said. “But when you get home I’ll be there okay?”
Her head lifted. “I thought you had stuff to do with Nick and Matt ?”
“Yeah but one night won’t hurt. I was gonna go get your living room set up, maybe we order more take out and watch one of your movies and hey I’ll even let you steal the blanket”
“I already hog the blanket.”
“I’ll let you hog it without complaining.”
She gasped. “Wow. True love.”
He smiled. “Only for you.”
She leaned over and kissed him quick soft and grateful.
“Thank you for coming,” she said.
“Always,” he replied. “You call I’m there you know that’s the rule.”
She squeezed his hand before standing up to go back inside.
She still looked tired and her body ached
But she was smiling again.
And that was enough.
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i don't know how to talk about the hannah montana 20th anniversary special.....i can't be normal about this
hiii kittyyy!! how have u been?? IMY!!
BREEEEE!!! I MISSSED YOUUUU!!! also I love the new theme hello??? I hope you’re doing well! I’ve been okay just all over the place
ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 …. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
It had been one of those weeks where everything stacked at once.
Work shifts you couldn’t trade. Two midterms. A group project that somehow turned into you doing 80% of it. By the time Valentine’s Day actually rolled around, you’d been running on caffeine and three hours of sleep.
but matt never complained.
Not even once.
“Go do your thing,” he’d told you over FaceTime that night, propped against his pillow, hair messy. “We’ll celebrate when you can breathe again.”
So when you finally texted him four days later
I’m done
Like actually done!!!
his response came immediately.
Come over. I miss you.
When you walked into the house the first thing you noticed was the smell.
Your favorite takeout.
The second thing?
definitely those target candles.
You blinked slowly, turning the corner into the living room and there he was.
Matt stood by the couch with his hands shoved into his sweats pockets like he was trying to act casual, but the nervous smile gave him away.
“You decorated?” you asked, already grinning.
He shrugged. “Maybe a little”
The coffee table was covered in food, a bouquet of flowers, and a small heart-shaped box that made your chest squeeze immediately.
“Matt…” you breathed.
He stepped closer, eyes scanning your face like he was checking for stress lines that had finally disappeared.
“You survived?” he asked softly.
“Barely.”
His hands came up to your waist without hesitation, thumbs rubbing slow circles through your hoodie.
“I’m proud of you,” he said.
That alone almost broke you.
You leaned into him, arms sliding around his neck. “I missed you.”
“I know,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “I missed you more.”
You laughed quietly. “That’s not possible.”
“It is,” he said, serious. “You’ve been busy for like two weeks. I’ve been suffering.”
“Suffering?” you repeated.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Girlfriend deprivation.”
You rolled your eyes but he was already leaning down, kissing you.
And it wasn’t the quick hi kiss you expected.
It was slow.
and warm.
His hand slid from your waist to your lower back, pulling you flush against him like he’d been waiting days to do exactly that.
You made a soft sound into his mouth, fingers curling into his hair automatically.
“Hi,” he murmured against your lips.
“Hi,” you whispered back.
He kissed you again immediately.
You ate for maybe ten minutes before he got distracted.
you were sitting on the couch, legs over his lap, when he just stopped listening to whatever you were saying about your professor and started staring at you.
“What?” you asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“You’re staring.”
“I know.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”
His hands slid up your thighs slowly, thumbs tracing absent patterns through your sweats.
“Because,” he said, voice lower now, “I haven’t gotten to touch you for over a week.”
Heat crawled up your neck instantly.
“Matt,” you laughed nervously.
“What?” he smirked. “I’m being honest.”
His fingers tightened slightly on your legs, pulling you closer until your knees were bracketing his hips.
“You’re pretty,” he added, quieter.
Your stomach flipped.
“You’re just biased.”
“Extremely,” he said. “But it doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
You leaned down to kiss him again but this time he took control almost immediately, one hand coming up to the back of your neck, guiding you deeper against him.
The kiss turned heavier.
Not rushed.
Just hungry.
Like he’d missed you.
When you shifted closer, he let out a small breath against your mouth.
“Careful,” he murmured.
“Why?” you whispered.
His eyes flicked between yours and your lips.
“Because I’ve been patient,” he said. “Don’t push it.”
Your pulse jumped.
“Oh?” you teased.
He smirked then suddenly his arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you fully into his lap.
You squeaked. “Matt—”
“Hi,” he said again, like nothing happened.
“You’re annoying.”
“You love me.”
You did.
Especially when his hands were resting warm on your hips, thumbs brushing under the hem of your hoodie just enough to make you shiver.
He noticed immediately.
“Cold?” he asked innocently.
“You know I’m not.”
“Mm,” he hummed, leaning closer until his lips brushed your ear. “Good.”
Your brain short-circuited.
A little while later, after more kissing and a lot of quiet laughing, he handed you the small box.
“You got me something?” you asked.
“Yeah.”
Inside was a delicate bracelet simple, exactly your style.
Your throat tightened. “Matt…”
He watched your face carefully. “You like it?”
“I love it,” you said immediately.
Relief flashed across his expression.
You climbed into his lap again without thinking, arms around his neck.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
He smiled softly. “Anything for you.”
You kissed him slow at first but it didn’t stay that way for long.
His hand slid up your back, fingers tangling lightly in your hair as he tilted his head, deepening it.
You felt his other hand squeeze your waist.
“Missed this,” he murmured against your lips.
“Me too.”
He rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing the same air.
“Next Valentine’s,” he said quietly, “I’m stealing you for the whole day. No work. No university projects. Just me.”
You smiled. “Deal.”
His grin turned slightly mischievous.
“Honestly,” he added, “I might start now.”
You laughed. “Matt—”
But he was already pulling you back down into another kiss, arms tight around you like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.
And you didn’t mind at all.
You were still half smiling against his mouth when his grip on your waist suddenly tightened.
Before you could react, Matt shifted forward on the couch, arms sliding securely around you.
“Matt—” you started.
Then the floor moved.
You gasped, instinctively grabbing his shoulders as he stood up with you in his arms like you weighed nothing.
“Oh my God,” you laughed, startled. “What are you doing?”
Matt just smirked down at you, completely unfazed.
“Kidnapping you.”
“Matt— put me down!”
“No.”
You squirmed a little, but your arms stayed looped around his neck, and he knew it.
“Where are we going?” you asked, trying not to smile.
“My room,” he said simply.
Your stomach flipped.
“For what?” you teased.
He raised an eyebrow. “You really gonna make me say it?”
Heat crept up your face immediately. “You’re annoying.”
“Mm,” he hummed, adjusting his hold under your legs as he walked down the hallway. “You love it.”
You did.
Probably too much.
The second he pushed his bedroom door open, you felt the shift.
Not in a scary way.
Just quieter.
More private.
He kicked the door shut behind him and walked straight to the bed before gently dropping you down onto the mattress. You bounced slightly, laughing, hair falling around your face.
He didn’t step away.
Instead, he leaned over you, one hand planted next to your head, the other still resting on your hip like he hadn’t quite decided to let go yet.
For a second, he just looked at you.
Soft.Focused.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
Your expression melted. “Yeah.”
“You sure?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
That was all he needed.
His hand slid up your side, fingers brushing under your hoodie again, warm against your skin.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, voice lower now, “how hard it’s been not seeing you.”
“I’ve seen you,” you said.
“Not like this,” he replied.
Your breath caught.
He leaned down and kissed you again slower than before, but heavier. Like he was taking his time now that he finally could.
Your hands slid into his hair, and he let out a soft breath against your lips.
“Missed you,” he whispered.
“Missed you too.”
He shifted, one knee coming onto the bed between your legs, and your heart started racing not because you were nervous, but because it was him.
Familiar.Safe.
His forehead rested against yours.
“You’re really done with everything?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you smiled. “All yours.”
His mouth curved into a grin.
“Good,” he said softly. “Because I don’t plan on sharing tonight.”
Your stomach flipped again.
You tugged him down by his hoodie strings, kissing him first this time.
He laughed quietly into your mouth then kissed you back, hands settling firmly at your waist like that was exactly where they belonged.
And honestly?
They did.
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tortured all the time. poet, occasionally
Hi friends. I know I haven’t been very active lately (if anyone even noticed) but I’ve been struggling a lot. For the past several months I’ve basically been a second mom to my 6 month old brother while my mom works and his dad does whatever. When I try to express how overwhelmed I am my mom just sees it as an attitude which honestly kinda hurts.
Since this past June I’ve been almost completely stuck at home, and it’s really taken a toll on me. I think the last time I actually hung out with a friend was back in November. I guess this is just a vent because I don’t really know what else to do. There are so many moments where I feel so frustrated that I want to cry but I can’t even do that.
My 8 year old brother has more of a social life than I do. It’s not that I don’t have friends but not ones who reach out first and wanna hangout out and even if they did I can’t because I’m babysitting every single day from the moment I wake up until 5 or 6.
At one point when I tried to explain how overwhelmed I felt I was told Well you should’ve left for college already which honestly felt like a punch in the face after all the hard work I’ve put in that no one seems to see or appreciate and I’m doing both my mom and brothers dad a favor. On top of that I’m doing all of this for free and I know he’s my sibling but I’m still expected to pay for everything on my own.
I’m also not sure if it’s even okay to be cooped up the way I am. I feel sooo drained and usually I would be talking to so many people and had so much energy
I’m not usually someone who puts my situation on the internet, but I’m genuinely so frustrated and exhausted, and I needed to get this off my chest.
I hope to be more active soon in a better mood
xoxo kitty <3
ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 …. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
The apartment still smells like fresh paint and cardboard.
There are boxes stacked along the walls, some half-opened labeled in sharpie with he rmessy handwriting BOOKS, KITCHEN, RANDOM and the sunlight coming through the open windows makes everything feel new and unfinished in the best way.
Matt is on the floor in the middle of the living room, surrounded by pieces of what’s supposed to become a coffee table. He’s sitting cross-legged with the instruction manual folded beside him he did open it a few times but it was straight to the point.
His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows.
That’s the first thing she notices.
The second is the way his jaw tightens when he concentrates and his tongue pressing lightly against his cheek as he lines two pieces of wood up.
The third and most importantly is how unfairly attractive he looks doing something so normal.
She’s supposed to be unpacking that’s all he was “allowing” her to do.
Instead she’s leaning against the hallway pretending to take a break to breathe.
Matt reaches for a screw and they all move from his grasp he mutters under his breath.and she smiles lightly
“You good?” she asks.
“Yeah,” he says easily. “This thing’s just being annoying.”
He glances up at her for half a second, then goes back to what he’s doing. But her eyes haven’t left him
There’s something about seeing him here on her floor in her new space, and building furniture like it’s the most natural thing in the world, well it is but it just makes her chest feel warm and tight all at once.
She doesn’t even realize she’s still watching him until he looks up again.
This time he catches it.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks squinting a little, lips twitching.
She doesn’t answer right away. She pushes off the wall and walks over slowly, stopping a few steps in front of him.
“You’re really hot right now,” she says, like she’s just stating a fact.
Matt blinks.
“I’m—” He looks down at himself, then back up at her. “I’m literally on the floor building a table.”
“Exactly,” she says.
He laughs, dropping his head for a second. “You’re ridiculous.”
She shrugs, hands behind her back. “I can’t help it.”
He goes back to tightening the screw, shaking his head with a smile. “Babe, this is the bare minimum.”
She tilts her head. “Is it?”
“Yes,” he says immediately. “You move into a new place and I help you build stuff and unpack. That’s normal.”
She crouches down beside him, close enough that their knees almost touch. “Well,” she says softly, “your normal is very attractive.”
He looks at her then, really looks at her, and the teasing smile fades into something warmer. He reaches out, gently hooks a finger under her chin, lifting her face just enough to meet his eyes.
“You’re just saying that so i can built more stuff for you” he says.
She grins. “Is it working?”
He leans forward and presses a quick kiss to her lips soft, brief, then pulls back just enough to whisper, “Maybe.”
She laughs quietly, heart doing that stupid fluttering thing it always does when he kisses her like that.
Matt finishes the last screw, stands up, and gives the table a careful shake. It doesn’t wobble.
“There,” he says, satisfied. “Moment of truth.”
She stands too, watching as he steps back and looks at his work. It’s simple, clean, and perfect for the space. She doesn’t even think before she wraps her arms around his waist from behind pressing her cheek between his shoulder blades.
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
He reaches back, covering her hands with his. “Of course.”
“You didn’t have to do all this.”
He turns in her arms so they’re facing each other. “Yeah, I did.”
She looks up at him. “Why?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he leans down and kisses her slower this time. His hands rest at her waist, thumbs brushing lightly back and forth like its instinct.
When he pulls away, their foreheads stay together.
“Because this is your place,” he says quietly. “And I want you to feel safe and to know everything’s good for you”
Her chest tightens.
She blinks, then hides her face against his neck. “You’re not allowed to say things like that while also looking like that.”
He laughs softly, arms tightening around her. “Looking like what?”
“Like you need to move in with me,” she says.
He smiles into her hair. “Is that what you want?”
She pulls back just enough to look at him, trying to act casual and absolutely failing. “Maybe.”
He kisses the corner of her mouth. “We’ll see.”
They spend the next hour unpacking together him handing her things from boxes, her telling him where she wants them, both of them getting distracted every five minutes.
At one point, she’s standing on her toes trying to reach a shelf, and Matt steps in behind her, hands settling on her hips.
“Careful,” he says.
She leans back into him. “I am being careful.”
He lowers his voice. “You’re just distracting.”
She turns her head and kisses him, quick and sweet. “You started it.”
He kisses her back, longer this time, smiling against her lips. “I was just building a table.”
Later, when they finally sit on the floor with takeout containers between them, she rests her head on his shoulder and sighs.
“I like this,” she says.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“My apartment,” she adds. “With you in it.”
He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “You like it?”
She closes her eyes nodding, fingers lacing with his, feeling like maybe just maybe this is what home is supposed to feel like.
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