#11:01 pm

[existenceisalie]

you never know how much you miss someone til u have something exciting to tell them specifically and they aren't there anymore :)

[whocaresifwearecrazy]

PERMISSION TO DRAW THESE?!

Here’s some designs you’ll see more often on this page, dont worry, you can still draw fanart of the other designs!! ^^

[hjaopanses]

yo shoutout to everyone that i talked to on here for opening my eyes and making me realize that i have a meaning in life

[th33y31sw4tch1ngsp4wn]

B4N3 and W4TCH3R's thanks

T-Thank you...

..? (For?)

Not telling her that I made you...

... (You made it so we will never tell who made us, your only recognized in our database by your hat.)

O-oh yeah... Thanks none the less

... (No problem.)

[OOC: I'm on a roll right now- 4th interaction today!!! Also takes right after CR34T0R and W4TCH3R's confrontation] <- PREVIOUS NEXT ->

[cinnamon-grump]

New daily affirmation for myself!!

Rather than bemoaning the fact that I HAVE to be the only one “Adulting” right now and feeling like I am [unjustly] back in ✨parenting mode✨

… I want to be proud of myself for accomplishing things, and doing The Adult Stuff, against all odds.

I am doing a great job!!! I am putting in so much effort!!! And it IS being rewarded!!!

[whocaresifwearecrazy]

>:)

You able to take one more Buzz?

I fucking forgot that I have people’s Jackbox interprets to draw

I’ve been so distracted (>A<)

Graaaaaaah, I gotta draw those when I get the chance

[cant-think-of-a-good-one]

when like kids say they're 12 and half, people think its funny. then people grow up just floor()ing their age maybe because they're used to it being like that, or they want to be perceived as young as possible. as compared to kids who want to grow up very bad. but really-. you're saying in the instant between the day before my eighteenth birthday and my birthday i suddenly have enough wisdom to have responsibilities or something

[l0stkitten314]

“you don’t always have to do the right thing.”

[un-invierno-eterno]

Querido... Algo:

No sé a qué vine a este mundo, recuerdo que de niña solía tener planeada toda mi vida como las demás niñas normales con las que me solía juntar.

Recuerdo siempre decir que me casaría, tendría hijos, tendría una casita, sería todo tan romántico y lindo. Trataría a mis hijos con respeto, con amor, comprensión y apoyo. Tal y como mis papás no lo lograron ser durante mi niñez.

Yo tenía hasta pensado con el hombre con el que me casaría y la verdad la cagué al imprimirme como Jacob en la saga de crepúsculo, porque no sirvió de nada y eso hizo que no me atreviera con las siguientes personas que me gustaron en mi adolescencia.

Pero es tarde, demasiado tarde.

Porque yo quería vivir mi romance adolescente, pero estoy escribiendo esto con 25 años sentada en el baño y con un dolor de huesos insoportable.

La persona que esperé durante años es feliz con alguien que ama y la vida jamás me dió la oportunidad para conocerlo.

No puedo conquistar como las demás porque no soy lo suficientemente bonita o algo para los hombres, no atraigo.

Me enteré que en mi familia hay un virus un tanto malo en la genética, lo cual hace que traigas niños no sanos al mundo y requieren de mucha paciencia, dinero y responsabilidad si estás dispuesta a tenerlos. Es un virus eterno en tu futuro hijo, jamás podrás ser libre del todo.

Por el lado de mi familia, tocó pagar el karma generacional de todos los ancestros y no logramos encontrar pareja o que alguien nos ame dignamente como nos merecemos. No atraemos, repelamos, nos utilizan hasta el punto de dejarnos vacíos y desgastados, para que la persona pueda seguir su vida normal, llegar a ser felices y estables con otra.

¿Casarme? Era mi mayor sueño, lo tenía planeado desde los 9 años, se lo conté a un chico el año pasado y sabes que hizo. Todo mi amor lo tomo y lo destruyó en un día. Porque se aburrió, porque no le guste y quizás hasta asco le dí. Pero no sé atrevió a decírmelo, sólo se hecho la culpa para que no me sintiera mal.

Ahora soy una persona que dice las cosas cuando le gusta alguien, con el primero que desbloquee eso fue con el Benja y a veces lo recuerdo, pienso en como estará, en su seguirá siendo igual de chistoso y comunicativo con las chicas. Era muy caballero y considerado para muchas cosas.

Después de 5 años volví a desbloquear con mi año bisiesto, pero no pude decirle la verdad, sólo fingi que era pasado lo que sentía, cuando seguía sintiendo lo mismo, pero su cara de incómodo y yo un tanto drogada me tenía casi muriendo. Siempre lo recuerdo, recuerdo lo estable que me sentía, sentía que una parte de mi alma estaba cerca y me hacía vibrar, me hacía sentir feliz, me hacía sentir que la vida valía la pena, quería ser mejor persona y quería amar con fuerzas.

Pero no.

Todas las personas que amo encuentran su otra mitad y ya llevan más de 4 años de relación. Supongo que son felices y estables.

Yo no, sigo con mi corazón botado y viejo. Mi cuerpo está pidiendo a gritos que alguien lo ame. Pero tengo un bloqueo emocional muy grande, siento que de verdad ya debería darme por vencida. El año pasado había tenido un espíritu tan grande y fuerte que no me rendía. Buscaba y buscaba entre almas, pero nadie me satisfacía. Hasta principios de este año lo buscaba como una loca, pero todos me cansaban, me daban asco, me hacían sentir un objeto sexual y como alguien aburrida y tonta. Detesto eso.

Dios sabe cuanto deseo amar a otra persona de manera romántica, mi corazón y alma están desesperados por alguien, pero no llega y tampoco aparece cuando lo busco.

He ido a muchos lugares y no aparece.

¿Mi ser amado se habrá matado?

¿Mi ser amado existe o seguirá existiendo?

Que debo hacer para que aparezca.

Estoy muy cansada, muy triste y muy sola.

Con besos vacíos...

–Winter❄️

[stablefuse]

What happened between 11:59 pm and 12:01 am 🤭

🔪🔪🔪в вк не репостить🔪🔪🔪

[norristrii]

BACK TO FRIENDS.

You'd always had a soft spot for your brother’s best friend, and those voice messages he sent revealed that the feeling was mutual.

pairing. Lando Norris x Fewtrell! fem! reader.

warnings. sexual themes, european time, european dates, reader’s in uni.

[3rd February , 14:22]

“Hi pretty girl, I was just driving by and Max texted me to pick up some Quadrant things, can you open the door? [Pause], please?”

[16th March , 16:01]

“What’s up gorgeous? I just came back home and I bought you the purse you once mentioned. Don't you want to come to my place and pick it up? [Laughs], don’t tell Max, though.”

[24th March , 8:09]

“Hey darling! I know you’re sleeping, but Carlos won and I’m third, [breathes out], oh my god, it feels so good to be on podium with him. Thinking about you, text me when you wake up.”

[29th March , 1:19]

“Uh— Hi Y/n, I’m heading to Japan and I thought about you. How are you doing? Is everything fine? Say Max I miss him.”

[7th April , 11:37]

“P5 today, [sighs], so close to podium, and I think I could do better. Wish you were here, [pause], uh— I’m so excited to see you after such a long time, sweetheart. Miss you.”

[19th April , 2:12]

“Uh— [pause], I can’t sleep but I just feel like I need to say how I feel. [Pause], I think I’m falling in love with you, [laughs], gosh, Max is going to kill me. You make me so happy, Y/n, [pause], I love you.”

[23rd April , 17:05]

“Y/n, love, [pause], what about going on some nice dinner? It’s on me of course, [laughs]. Dress nicely, it’s date.”

[1st May , 8:44]

“Good morning babe, [pause], sorry I had to leave early, [pause], thank you for an amazing night, [laughs], that head, [whistles], oh my god. It was incredible. [Pause], love you.”

[6th May , 00:04]

“BABE!! WE DID ITT! [Laughs], I WON MY FIRST GP! [Laughs], I know it’s super late but here’s six pm. Oh my god, [breathes out], I’m not Lando Nowins anymore! Feels so good, [pause], wish you were here, though. I look forward to see you, I love you.”

[17th May , 19:54]

“Hello baby, Max mentioned you’re studying for final exams. Good luck, [pause], if you need any help or just to talk, I’m here. Love you.”

[23th May , 13:33]

“Baby! Guess what! I’ve got you paddock pass! [Pause], I’m so excited! That's gonna be your best weekend in your life, I promise.”

[9th June , 14:49]

“Damn baby, you look so hot with my number on you, [laughs], so happy you’re here. You are my lucky charm, [laughs nervously], I mean it.”

© norristrii 2025

@haniette <3

[pupkashi]

satoru is the kind of boyfriend that you are constantly falling in with over and over again

he takes out a spider that you found in the hallway, promising he’ll let it into the backyard and won’t kill it. he’ll tease you relentlessly for running to the other side of the house while on the phone with him, begging him to come home to take care of the ‘grave danger’ you were in. satoru never once tells you how his heart flutters knowing your instinct is to cal him for help.

satoru is the kind of lover to pick flowers for you when you walk hand in hand, giggling as a spring breeze hits the two of you. he smiles, bending down and picking the daisy from the ground.

“look! i got you a flower” he grins, handing the small flower to you with a smile on his face.

“oh wow this just for me? you broke the bank with this one” he can’t help but laugh loudly, “I’m in deep credit card debt,” he replies, “think you can cover dinner for tonight?” you laugh, nodding your head- knowing he’d never let you pay for anything as long as he was around.

the kind of boyfriend to run late, but pick up flowers on the way to make it up to you, buying extravagant bouquets on a whim and making sure every vase in your home is filled with flowers at any given moment. there comes a point in the relationship where you have to sit him down and ask him softly to cut down the flower buying to once a week, as you’d run out of vases to put the flowers in.

satoru ends up buying you more vases, but realizes it’s gotten out of hand when you have no free surfaces in your home due to the overflowing amount of flora. he cuts it down to once a week after he found a bee in the house one day.

your lover brings back souvenirs from all the places he goes when on missions, trinkets that he knew you’d love spilling out of his pockets as he walks into your shared home.

“i think you’d love this little bunny figure so i got it!” he’s beaming at you, his face lights up even more when he sees how excited you are, gushing over the small figure and thanking him with a plethora of kisses.

satoru is the kind of boyfriend to tell you ‘told you so’ when you get cold because you didn’t bring a jacket, all while simultaneously taking his off and giving it to you. he tries his best to hide how much colder he is to try and make sure you stay warm, but his shivering six foot something body is hard to miss.

“satoru i think you’re colder than i was, please just take it back” you beg, shoving his jacket back into his hands, he just shakes his head, teeth slightly chattering as he lies to your face.

“im not even cold, you need to stay warm” he’s steadfast and stubborn on his stance, only taking his jacket back when you two enter a cafe and make it a point to say how hot you felt when you stepped inside.

satoru is the kind of boyfriend to hang mistletoes all over the house, giggling when he pulls you in by your waist and places a giddy kiss on your lips.

“man i love christmas” he sighs, pointing at the fourth mistletoe in the last hour as you two decorated for the holidays.

“seriously how many of these did you buy?” you laugh, pulling him closer to you and placing your lips on his. satoru smiles into the kiss, chasing after your lips even when you pull away and managing to steal one last kiss.

“mmm, alot” he whispers, snowy hair tickling your face as he presses a kiss to your cheek before continuing on with the tree lights.

satoru gojo is the kind of boyfriend to kiss you from 11:59 pm on New Year’s Eve to 12:01 am on New Year’s Day, just to say he made out with you into another year. he also does it just to make sure you can’t say you haven’t kiss him since last year.

“you’ve been kissing me since last year sweetheart just admit you’re crazy about me” he teases you, his cheeks and ears flush from the two cups of champagne he’s had.

“angel boy you have no idea” you giggle, taking in how beautiful he looks as the fireworks pop around the two of you, making his crystalline eyes shine a little brighter.

satoru gojo is the kind of boyfriend that makes you believe in soulmates, because there was no other way to describe what he was to you other than that.

satoru gojo was your soulmate, and you were his.

a/n: hi hi ! just wanted to write something short and sweet to get me back into the flow of writing <3 hopefully this help kill my writers block :3

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[bestfluteninja]

time zones are so so fake

[menelausblues]

is there a place i can go?

꒰ you're so used to hiding when it's hard, and xavier loves you too much to let you go. ꒱

𖥔 ݁ 1.5k. semi-canon. established relationship. depressed/anxious/avoidant reader/mc who's having a hard time with her stress and grief x understanding n tender boyfriend xavier. hurt/comfort. angst. some fluff at the end. ❀ ݁ this is for all my fellow anxious-avoidants trying their best not to let the horrors stop them from being loved.

mdni.

two days ago.

xavier ⋮ 2:01 pm. my bunny is missing. have you seen her? 

yesterday.

xavier ⋮ 3:04 pm. pretty eyes. pretty smile. pretty laugh. light of my life. if seen, please give me a call. xavier ⋮ 3:38 pm. i’ve asked all the neighbors and they say they haven’t seen my bunny at all. can you help me find her? i think i’ll be sad if she doesn’t come home to me soon.

today.

xavier ⋮ 3:51 pm. it’s been days since i last saw or talked to you. xavier ⋮ 4:09 pm. i tried coming by your apartment but it seemed like you weren’t there. praying my bunny didn’t leave home for good. xavier ⋮ 4:11 pm. are you okay? i’m worried about you.

it feels like no one loves you, but you know it’s not true.

you don’t understand why you’re like this, why at the foundation of your heart is a hurt little girl shaking in fear and always in a hurry to hide from the world or disprove its intentions. nothing feels as safe as isolation but nothing feels as awful as loneliness. you’re safe from the potentiality of harm but there’s no one to turn to for joy. so you sit and sulk in the security of your separation. your world is filled with empty rooms and stretched sighs. the worst part is that it’s entirely your own fault.  it feels like no one loves you. and it’s because you won’t let them even if they do. it’s not xavier’s fault that you’re avoiding him, but it is.  this blooming fear and odd sensation of coming loss is all because lately he’s perceiving you all too closely. it’s getting to the point where he’s learning your habits so thoroughly, he’s able to anticipate your needs.

it terrifies you because unearned kindness from a lover or a friend has only ever been followed by some kind of violence. some kind of resounding loss that fills you with emptiness. the image of your grandma and caleb surrounds your mind from all sides; your heart fills itself with grief until it overflows. and now you don’t know if you can trust him. or rather, trust him to love you back and be allowed to stay. so you run. you slink into shadows to avoid the pain of being known ( and it is painful to feel elation you can’t control because one day it’ll reshape itself into a monster of sorrow that swallows you ). but the best and worst thing about xavier is that he doesn’t give up. he’s always been relentless in even his gentle and quiet pursuits. it starts with a soft knocking at your door. you haven’t left your apartment much in days aside to clear your trash and it’s the third time he’s come by.  you know it’s him because a creature of habit in his own right, xavier knocks in the same pattern each time he comes.  the only difference is the sense of urgency has disappeared. it’s become hesitant, fearful almost. you could probably choke on your guilt if you weren’t so pre-occupied with the tears lodged in your throat. because everything hurts even when it shouldn’t. “baby?” you hear him call from behind the door. you don’t answer but your heart screams inside itself.

i’m here i’m here i’m here! nothing feels good; nothing feels right! i think i need you! please please please!

you lie in bed covering your head with your pillows like a frightened child trying to drown out the sound of a raging storm, pathetic as can be in your desperate need to escape your own desires to be with him.  your thoughts are in calamity, trapped somewhere between 'it’s not safe for me like this’ and ‘he’s the only thing that feels safe for me when i’m like this.’ truthfully, all you want is to tell him plainly that you’re struggling with your perception of yourself and him, but you can’t face him right now. not when your heart is up in the air like this, not when your eyes are puffy and red from the nonstop bouts of tears. not when you feel like you don’t deserve it. not when you feel like you haven’t felt enough shame for surviving to experience elation. silence falls but only momentarily before your phone vibrates beside you and the soft knocking continues.

xavier ⋮ 4:49 pm. i know you’re home. either something is wrong and you’re pushing me away or you’re severely injured. xavier ⋮ 4:52 pm. i think it’s the first thing because i saw you sneaking out of the building to take your trash out and you seemed physically well. please. i’m here. xavier ⋮ 5:00 pm. i’ll give you until 5:05 to open up on your own, but if you don’t, i have to come in and check on you okay? i just need to know you’re truly okay. if you need space, i need you to come tell me that please.

it’s a shame you never looked at your messages. maybe it would have been enough to get through to you.  maybe his soft reassurance that he knows what’s happening and still wants the best for you would have been enough to drag you out of bed and send your feet padding across the floor in all fairness. but true to your avoidant nature, you keep yourself tucked away. “aha,” you hear his ever-velvet voice suddenly in the center of your room despite not feeling his presence at all. “i think i found my missing bunny.” your heart jolts in your chest, scrambling to clamber up your throat in the form of a relieved sob. your shoulders shake from the strength of it forcing its way out of you. with no hesitation, the addition of xavier’s weight causes your bed to dip as he crawls to be at your side. he doesn’t pull the quilts back or try to coax you out. he just holds you, pulls your blanketed form closer to his own. his arms tighten their hold. “if i had known it was this bad i would have come sooner. i’m sorry.” but you think maybe he shouldn’t be sorry. you should.  because you’re the one who sees the world as a threat despite dedicating yourself to saving it. the contradiction of it all leaves you rivaling with a cognitive dissonance that feels impossible to resolve. “it’s not…it’s not you.” your voice cracks even as you whisper. “it’s me. it’s just me. it just…i can’t…all of it…” “shh,” he soothes. “you don’t have to explain yourself. it’s okay. right now, let’s just rest. isn’t that what you need? don’t worry about anything else.” it is. you need rest. comfort. love. the capacity to let yourself experience those things as they’re offered. and xavier.  he’ll be there but you know he won’t force you to accept his love. it’ll be up to you to take what you need from him and have the strength to admit when you need even more. sniffling, you slowly poke your head out of your blankets, letting your pillows fall to the side and looking up to finally face him. that’s your act of courage today, to be met with his gentle, welcoming smile and not punish yourself for wanting to keep something close to you, for not wanting it stolen again. he kisses your forehead tenderly. “i knew my bunny would come home. i just had to be patient.” “i’m sorry.” “i’m not in need of apologies at the moment, but i’ll graciously accept approximately three days worth of missing kisses.” in the pale blue of his eyes, there’s not even a drop of malice, resentment, or contempt to be found. if anything, there’s relief and fondness there. the tears well up in your eyes all over again. tentatively, you lean forward and offer his supple lips a ginger kiss. “i really am sorry.” “don’t be. not today. let’s just rest. all the other things can come later. there’s no hurry. i’m here, okay?” and he is. sometimes his patience and grace is a mercy you can’t even offer to yourself. it’s hard to forgive yourself for causing so many problems for others. it’s hard to forgive yourself for even things you can’t control: losing everything you know, everything that was left from losing everything once already. warm tears fall and you don’t try to stop them or shield them from sight. “you are here. aren’t you?” it’s more of a soft reminder for you, for these thoughts that crowd your mind and make you feel like a ghost in your own life: invisible and haunting everything, the source of everyone’s mourning when you go missing inside yourself. xavier nods, leaning his forehead against your own. “and i plan to keep it that way. i want to; i have to. i love you. so…you don’t need to worry about being alone anymore.” it won’t be perfect, but you’ll try your hardest to remember.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

WHAT IF I CANT HAVE US?

katsuki bakugou x reader

texts katsuki struggled to send you.

part 1/3

different than what i usually write, but i thought i’d try it out

inspired by down bad

11:06 pm

kats: hey, idiot

kats: i’m sorry

11:10 pm

kats: i messed up

kats: happy?

11:18 pm

kats: ok im sorry again

kats: i just got jealous when i heard you went out with icyhot, thats all

kats: i know im the one that broke up with you

kats: but that doesn’t mean i was okay with seeing you go out with some other guy

kats: i know thats fucking stupid you don’t need to tell me

12:01 am

kats: i know you’re still mad at me

kats: i shouldn’t have freaked out like that when i saw ur instagram story

kats: shitty hair’s making me type most of this shit btw

12:53 am

kats: ok we’re alone he went to bed

kats: i can see ur online

kats: do you still have me saved with ur dumbass nickname

kats: i kinda hope you do

1:02 am

kats: i regret not texting you more often

kats: im sorry i was so dry

kats: but you’re the only person i’d ever text back

kats: i actually liked hearing from you

kats: im sorry

1:17 am

kats: i broke up with us bc i wasn’t treating you right and i went home everyday feeling like a shitty boyfriend. you deserved better

kats: i did it for ur own good, idiot

kats: especially after what i did to you

kats: i can’t ever make that up

kats: the guilt was killing me

kats: and after that i knew you deserved more

kats: but i miss you

kats: and im sorry i didn’t tell you the truth

kats: i take back everything i said

2:00 am

kats: are you asleep?

kats: whatever you’ll read this in the morning

kats: you left your moisturizer here

kats: i wish i could call you. i fucking miss your voice. im sorry

2:49 am

kats: you know ur the only person i want

kats: theres literally no one else

kats: and idk what i’ll do if i can’t have us

kats: i was an idiot to let you go

kats: im sorry about freaking out about that half and half bastard but im so much better for you

kats: i make you laugh

kats: i bet you were faking it with him

kats: even if you weren’t. lie to me

kats: i miss you

3:33 am

kats: you’re the prettiest person i have ever seen

kats: did i tell you that enough?

kats: well i’ll tell you now

kats: even if you slam the door in my face i’ll still tell you ur beautiful idc

kats: you’re so pretty it makes me angry

kats: i saw a photo of you in my gallery

kats: my mom says she misses you

3:51 am

kats: is ur apartment cold

kats: im sorry i never fixed your heater

kats: i should’ve made the time

kats: but i liked when you came to me for warmth

kats: maybe i didn’t fix it on purpose

kats: if you don’t take me back i’ll still fix it

kats: i love you like that

4:04 am

katsuki (do not answer) : have i told you that enough? that i love you?

katsuki (do not answer): im sorry

katsuki (do not answer): for not telling you i love you enough

katsuki (do not answer): for not telling you how god damn pretty you are

katsuki (do not answer): for not buying you flowers

katsuki (do not answer): for not treating you how i should have

katsuki (do not answer): i know i messed up

katsuki (do not answer): but i wanna make it right

katsuki (do not answer): you’re my whole fucking world

katsuki (do not answer): and i do love you

katsuki (do not answer): so open the door, im outside

part two soon! 🪽

[maybanksprincess]

isnt the same without you.

warnings: comforting, fluff, insecurity, a little bit of blood.

summary: jj goes to a party without reader for the first time, and when jjs phone dies, she starts to overthink. (based off this ask, thank you anon!)

a/n: this is sort of short because its just a blurb, but i really love this request, its so cute!

pairings: insecure!reader x soft!bf!jj

you weren't feeling up to this big party that everyone was attending tonight. unfortunately, you and jj were planning to go for a few weeks now, and since you didn't wanna go, you didn't wanna stop him from attending it as well.

he insisted that he would stay home and look after you, he offered to buy you snacks and even watch those cheesy romcoms that he absolutely despises, but he tolerates them because you love them.

but you assured him it was okay, and he can go even if it made you feel a little uneasy.

you had never done well with being away from jj for long periods of time, let alone him going to a party without you. but you told yourself to 'grow up' and 'stop being a baby' about it. you needed to get a grip.

you decide to text him about an hour in, just to make sure he was safe, and then you promised yourself you would stop bothering him after that.

imessage:

11:01 pm: hey jay! im just checking in to make sure your okay, i dont wanna bother you or anything so im gonna let you have fun! bye i love you <3

-

you chew your nails, anxiously waiting on a response from your boyfriend.

about five minutes went by, and you were constantly picking up your phone, swiping up for any sign that he had read the text or responded. but there was nothing.

you waited another ten minutes, then got back to anxiously checking it again, still nothing. delivered.

you told yourself your being dramatic, and went to occupy yourself with doing the dishes, and sweeping the kitchen floor. by the time you had gotten back to your room about fifteen minutes later, there was still nothing.

you toss your phone down onto the bed, feeling frustrated but also upset at the same time. had he been hooking up with another girl? is he drinking too much? what if hes talking to someone else?

all these thoughts cloud your mind, and you find yourself biting down on the skin beside your nail bed. as your chewing away at your skin, your phone dings unexpectedly, causing you to jump a bit, tearing a piece of your skin off. (ouch.)

the sting of the bare skin makes your eyes water a little, a bead of blood trickling down your finger. "ow." you mumble, before picking up your phone and looking at whoever texted you.

it was jj. all your pain was instantly forgotten the moment you seen his text on your screen.

imessage

jayj🤍: "hey beautiful, im sorry i didnt text you back. i forgot my charger like a dumbass. but im at home now, and i didnt have fun. it was boring as shit without u baby."

you instantly reply to his message after reading it, your heart no longer feels like its carrying a weight anymore.

you: "thank you for texting, i was worried sick baby...i literally hurt my finger trying to answer the phone. I thought you might've been cheated on me or something."

you send that text with a underlying hint of insecurity in it, hoping he wont just brush you off. your in need of some reassurance from him right now.

jayj🤍: "baby you hurt your finger?!! and what do u mean 'cheat on you'? thats not even possible for me mama."

the next text eases your worries a bit, but you wanted to get everything off your chest.

you: "i just hate being without you for a long period of time, i wish i would've let you stay in with me tonight, but i know how excited you were for the party."

jayj🤍: "oh baby, no. parties are not the same without you. i would never cheat on you, im sorry if i made you feel that way, but that isn't me. you know your stuck with me forever mama, whether you like it or not."

now all your worries and insecurities are instantly gone, touched by your boyfriend's loyalty to you.

after you let yourself think for a moment, you remember the minor injury you caused yourself a few minutes back and wince slightly at the sting.

as if exactly on cue, jj double texts you.

jayj🤍: "oh and im on my way with some bandaids and snacks, i love you baby. unlock the door for me beautiful."

after he sends that text, you hear jjs dirtbike pull up.