#has someone told you they love you today?

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Heyy Babes Can you please write Dad!Lewis where he loves to spoil his baby and someone questions him about it in an interview or smth like that. Thank youu

Spoiling her rotten

The paddock was buzzing with energy as the drivers gathered around, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation before qualifying. The Ferrari garage was unusually lively today, and it wasn't because of strategy discussions or mechanics making last-minute adjustments. No, the source of the excitement was a tiny, giggling little girl currently waiting in the Ferrari hospitality with her grandparents.

Three-year-old Yn, Lewis’ daughter, was a little bundle of energy, and everyone who had met her agreed on one thing—she was the most spoiled child in the world. But no one really minded. How could they? The sight of Lewis, the seven-time world champion, carrying around his daughter like she was the most precious thing in existence was something no one could resist smiling at.

“He spoils her so much,” Max muttered, shaking his head fondly as they all stood near the Ferrari garage, chatting before the session.

“I think it’s adorable,” Carlos admitted, taking a sip from his water bottle. “She’s the cutest kid I’ve ever seen.”

“You mean the most spoiled?” Lando chimed in. “Have you seen the way he looks at her? If she asked for the moon, I think he’d find a way to get it for her.”

Lewis, who had just approached the group, rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the proud smile on his face. “Of course, I spoil my princess. She deserves it.”

The teasing only increased at his statement, with George dramatically placing a hand on his heart. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Charles, who had been quietly listening, chuckled. “I think it’s nice. She’s only three. It’s good that she has a dad who loves her that much.”

Lewis shot Charles a grateful look before turning his attention back to the rest of the group. “You guys just don’t get it. When you have a little one who looks at you like you’re their whole world, you just want to give them everything.”

Before anyone could respond, a small voice called out, cutting through the noise of the paddock. “Daddy!”

The drivers all turned to see Yn running full speed toward them, her tiny legs moving as fast as they could. Her little Ferrari team shirt looked oversized on her small frame, and her curly hair bounced with each step. But what stood out the most was the stuffed pink bunny she was clutching tightly in her arms.

Lewis crouched down just in time to catch her as she jumped into his arms. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “There’s my princess. Did you have fun with Grandma and Grandpa?”

Yn nodded eagerly before holding out the bunny for everyone to see. “Look! Daddy got me a bunny!”

The drivers all leaned in to admire the toy, but it was Charles who gave the biggest reaction. He gasped dramatically, eyes wide as he gently touched the bunny’s floppy ear. “Wow! That is the cutest bunny I’ve ever seen.”

Yn beamed, clearly pleased with his reaction. “It’s soft!” She pressed the bunny to her cheek before holding it out to Charles. “Feel it!”

Charles obediently ran a hand over the stuffed animal. “Oh, it’s very soft. What’s its name?”

Yn scrunched her nose in thought before shrugging. “Bunny.”

The drivers burst into laughter at her simple but effective choice of name. “A very good name,” Charles approved, nodding seriously.

Lewis kissed the top of her head. “See? I told you Bunny was a great choice.”

Yn giggled before resting her head on Lewis’ shoulder, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Lando, ever the instigator, smirked. “Okay, but let’s be honest, honey—how many stuffed animals do you already have at home?”

Yn lifted her head, thinking hard before holding up four fingers. “This many.”

Lewis sighed. “She has way more than that.”

George grinned. “And yet, you keep buying more.”

Lewis huffed. “Like I said, she deserves it.” He bounced Yn slightly in his arms, making her giggle again. “I’ll spoil her as much as I want.”

Charles shook his head with a small smile, watching the interaction fondly. “I think it’s sweet.”

Yn turned her bright eyes on Charles again. “Do you have a bunny?”

Charles chuckled. “No, but I think I need one now.”

Yn gasped. “You can get one! Daddy will buy you one!”

The group exploded into laughter at her confidence, and Lewis playfully poked her side. “I spoil you, not the other drivers.”

Yn pouted before reaching for Charles’ hand. “I share Bunny with you.”

Charles placed one hand over his heart, the other one on hers. “I’m honored.”

Yn grinned, clearly pleased with herself before snuggling back into Lewis’ arms. The drivers continued to joke and tease, but there was an undeniable warmth in the group. No one doubted for a second that Lewis’ little princess was the most loved child in the paddock.

And if Lewis wanted to spoil her forever, no one would stop him.

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Authors Note: Hey, loves. I hope you enjoy this story. My requests are always open and I'm more than happy to write your story.

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How about the Yanderes training their little babies to be the perfect yanderes to keep an eye on their darling when they aren't around? And I'm talking them telling what you did down to how many breaths you take. Full on lil snitches to anything you do!!!

Hi dear anon, well I think everyone would have their kids keep an eye on reader in one way or another 🖤

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader?

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Yandere Farmer Link

Yes, this man would have his children watch you 24 hours a day. He would teach them from a young age to be completely aware of you when he is not around, he would train them to tell him everything, EVERYTHING, who comes home when he is not, if you talk to someone (whoever), who you call on the phone and he would even make sure his children inform him if you do something that he forbade you to do at some point and you did anyway thinking he wouldn't notice.

Every after he comes home with his older children following close behind after a long day of work on the farm, his younger children would already be waiting for him sitting on the porch steps, they jump to their feet when they see him approaching, they run up to him and start quickly telling him everything that happened while he was gone.

"Enough. Speak one at a time, we can't understand each other. So your mother was on the phone, huh? Well, everyone go feed the horses while I talk to your mother."

Yandere Cowboy Link

Yet another one who shamelessly makes his kids watch you, he finds it funny and might even joke about the fact that his kids watch you, he would call them "his little spies" but if you scold him he would tell you that it is a "cute" thing that his little ones care so much and that just shows how much he and the kids love you, he doesn't need anything else to convince you.

His older kids (four and five years old) come over to tell him everything you did that day, he listens intently while rocking his daughter (one year old) on his hip and kisses her chubby cheeks from time to time, he laughs as he hears his kids fight each other over who tells the "wrong" story, he ends up calming both kids down before they start fighting and get your attention.

"Come on, come on kids, stop fighting before mom finds out and scolds us all, how about we go see your beautiful mother and ask her what happened today?"

Yandere Dilf Link

I think in his case it's more about his worry, paranoia of losing you, something happening to you or you leaving him rather than really wanting to control you, his son and especially his daughters will tell everything about the day to their father since they hate seeing him so worried (he's a good father) if you are more reluctant to talk to him and still don't accept your new life, your children would try to keep their father in the loop.

When he comes back from work and steps foot inside the house his children would already be there ready to ease his worries about you, they would take him to the couch and he would start telling everything to their father who would relax when, he hears nothing strange or suspicious happened in his absence, he would pat his son on the head and kiss his daughters on the cheeks before getting up from the couch to look for you.

"Here you are, honey. The kids told me that today you planted the daisy seeds I gave you... I'll bring more for you tomorrow and if you want something special, just ask, okay, honey?"

Yandere Sugar Daddy Link

He has no shame as I said, he would have no qualms about putting security cameras all over the house so he can see everything you and the kids do when he is working in his office, he would even ask the kids in front of you what they did that day, what YOU did that day, even though he has already seen everything, of course. But he wants to see if they are honest.

His son is more vague with his answers, although the boy wants his father to feel proud of him, he does not want to betray you, his daughter on the contrary tells her father everything from what she did that day, what her brother did, what you did, what the maid did, what the neighbors did... she rants happily while her father listens attentively with a smile on his lips.

"Look at that dear, our little princess is quite an observer, she sees everything. And she would never hide anything from her daddy, right little princess?"

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Febuwhump Day 23: Gunshot Wound

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

a/n3: sorry it’s a little late 🙈 I worked exclusively on TSOU4 yesterday and kinda forgot about this one 😂

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y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: With only 6 more races to go…Hello Austin!!!

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user1: oh don’t remind me that the season is so short…

↳user2: short? Girl this is the longest f1 season to date

↳user1: I know…but I still don’t want it to be over yet

user3: ok we just need you to focus in. I believe in you. Austin is gonna be yours.

↳y/n_rb: oh you know it!

user4: weird that it doesn’t feel like the end of the season though…

↳user5: because the race for both the WDC and the WCC is still so close I think…

↳user6: yeah that would do it

y/n_rb

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tagged: maxverstappen1, landonorris

y/n_rb: thanking both max and lando for their antics today! 3rd place isn’t where we wanted to be but I guess it’ll do! We’ll come back stronger next week!

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user7: tagging those 2 when it was because of their own track fight that you got 3rd…

↳y/n_rb: gotta give thanks where thanks are due!

charles_leclerc: one of my favorite people to celebrate with!

↳y/n_rb: ngl it would be better if Alex was here

↳alexandrasaintmleux: next week mon bébé

↳y/n_rb: this made my day!

oscarpiastri: good race!

↳y/n_rb: thanks osc!

landonorris: celebrating without me?

↳maxverstappen1: we invited you

↳landonorris: don’t recall that

↳y/n_rb: not our fault! But check the group chat and you can catch up to us

↳maxverstappen1: yeah someone has to pick up the bill…

↳user8: them re-inviting lando just to make him pay 😂😂

user9: is everyone ok???

↳user10: what do you mean?

↳user9: the bar they went to apparently got held up by robbers and the reports say someone got shot

↳user10: oh my god what??

↳user9: check Bluesky!

Bluesky

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You're a Dream to Me Part 2

Woohoo! I love the response the first part got for this! Keep it up! I loved every like, comment, and reblog!

In this one we have the only chapter without a dream at the start, but we get see Eddie and Steve's lives without each other.

Part 1

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To say Steve hadn’t ended up where he thought he would when he was in high school was an understatement. He had imagined working for his dad at the consulting firm he owned. But when he hit college and met Robin working at the on campus ice cream shop. The school’s mascot was the Buccaneers and so the place was called Scoop’s Ahoy.

They hadn’t started off as friends, but after being locked together in the back of the shop when a bomb threat had been called into the school, they came out of it as best buds.

He had decided after that that he didn’t want to do work for someone else, he wanted to own his own business and like the universe was looking out for him, after he had graduated from college he had come home and learned that the local bookstore was looking to sell.

And as much as Clint Harrington would have preferred his son with him, owning his own business was still in line with what he wanted for his son, so he didn’t think anything of it. That was until Steve turned it into a liberal arts bookstore with a strong leaning toward the LGBTQ+ community.

That was the final straw for the elder Harrington, cutting Steve off without a thought or so much as a backward glance. But what Clint hadn’t realized was that the trust fund had been setup by his grandparents and that the only access Clint had to it was to put money in and not take anything out, so Steve took the money from the trust fund and built the bookstore to what it was now, a thriving hub for the lost souls of Hawkins.

So when he said he loved his job, he meant it. But it wasn’t easy. He had a constantly revolving door of high schoolers who worked for him in the afternoons. But the mornings were tended to by Robin or him. Today it was him.

She would be by around ten coffee and donuts in hand. Vickie was a fifth grade social studies and band teacher. Which is why she hadn’t been grumpy with the wake up call this morning. She had already been at work for an hour by the time Steve had called.

He got to work opening up his store, happily humming some tune that was always playing in the background of his soulmate dreams.

The bell above the door rang out signaling his first customer. Steve looked up and died a little inside. It wasn’t a customer, because that implied the person might make a purchase and this one never would.

“Mrs. O’Donnell,” Steve said warningly. “I’m pretty sure that Chief Hopper told you to stay out of my shop, so don’t make me call him.”

The old English teacher had retired the year prior and made her mission to terrorize the bookshop about the books they sold. She stopped in her tracks when she saw who was manning the shop today. “Where’s the girl?”

A sudden chill slid down his spine. “If you aren’t out of my shop by the time I finish dialing the cops, you’re going to regret that statement.” He picked up the phone and started dialing from memory.

She continued to stare him down. “This is public property, I can come and go as I wish. You can’t stop me.” She gathered her purse to her chest like a shield and stepped further into the store.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “One, stores are private property and two, you started throwing books off the shelves the last time you were here, and that’s destruction of property.”

The old bat stopped in her tracks for the second time and turned to him with an evil grin. “They’d be my property if I bought them, right?”

Steve snorted and ignored her. If she was really that stupid, he wasn’t going to correct her. “Hello, yes, this is Steve Harrington from Coming of Page. Yes, I’d like to report a trespass. That’s right. Kathleen O’Donnell is back. Mhmm...of course I’ll wait.”

He waited, but Mrs. O’Donnell did not. But according to Officer Callahan, they had picked her up only a couple of blocks from the shop.

“Are you really going to press charges against an old woman?” he asked when Steve brought it up.

“It’s either this or you find another way to keep her out of my shop,” he snapped. “Because it’s a bookshop. It’s not even the only bookshop in town there are three other small bookshops and a Waldon’s Bookseller in the mall. I’m not making bank and it was lucky insurance paid out for the damage she did last time. An actual fucking crime, no less!”

Callahan grumbled but was duty bound to arrest her. So when Robin came in with her coffee and donuts he was already ready to throw in the towel.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she murmured after she heard about his morning. “I should have told you she was harassing me when you weren’t there, but I didn’t want to make a bid deal out of it.”

Steve gave her a hug. “I understand that, but with you not telling anyone it just gave her permission to keep doing it, okay?”

She nodded sadly. “I’ll be sure to call you the next time it happens.” She wrapped her arms around him and settled into the hug.

“Hopefully there won’t be a next time because the old bat will be in jail,” he said fiercely. “People are just so bigoted these days.”

She raised her head. “That certainly true. Let’s eat these donuts and drink this coffee and you can tell all about your dream hunk.”

Steve laughed. Then they did just that. They talked about the sound of his voice and the feeling of his broad chest pressed against back.

“Well it sounds like he’s finally coming around to the idea of you as his soulmate,” she said when he had finished telling her about every detail of the dream.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed wistfully. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Later that day, Steve was humming a little tune and bopping to the music in his head when Dustin came in. Dustin still worked at the bookstore during his breaks from school for what Dustin called D&D money.

“Hey, I didn’t know you knew Corroded Coffin,” Dustin said as he clocked himself in at the computer. “That’s one of my favorites.”

Steve stopped what he was doing and turned to him. “I hear it in my soulmate dreams. My soulmate must be a huge fan.”

“Your soulmate is a metal fan?” Dustin said brightly. “That’s so cool!”

Steve just shook his head. Now that he knew the band his future soulmate liked, he would have to look them up to see what other songs might have been playing during his dreams.

“I’ll send you a link to all my favorites,” Dustin was saying. “And some other bands too, so that when you two finally meet, you aren’t totally a fish out of water with his tastes.”

“Thanks, bud!”

All the kids knew that Steve strongly suspected that his soulmate was a man. It made things easier for Mike and Will to get together as Mike had Steve to help work out his internalized homophobia.

He pulled out his phone when it went off to see that Dustin had done what he said he was going to do. He smiled fondly. Yeah, Mrs. O’Donnell could go kick rocks for all he cared, because he had his people.

~

Eddie was a professional above all else, especially when it came to his music, but there were days when he didn’t feel the music. Like he had been disconnected from the mainframe or like a puppet with its strings cut.

Jeff noticed it first. But that was because being on rhythm guitar he took his cues from Eddie so when the energy didn’t match their opening song he knew something was up. Brian and Gareth didn’t notice until about halfway through the third song when Eddie actually fucking missed a chord.

Gareth called a halt with his sticks, crossing them like an X to get the techs to stop, too.

“Okay, man,” Brian huffed, “what is with you today?”

“‘Cause if this about us teasing you about Steve,” Jeff said, gripping the body of his guitar, “we’re sorry. You are usually right there with us laughing about it.”

Eddie let out a long shuddering sigh and rubbed his chin. “It not just that. Because yeah, today I wasn’t in the mood to be teased about my long standing crush, but it was sleeping through my alarm, too. Getting yelled at first thing in the morning is exactly a recipe for a good day, you know?”

“Yeah,” Gareth said, “I’d be in a pretty shit mood, too.” The other two members nodded. “So why don’t we take a break, grab a smoke and clear our heads a bit?”

Eddie ran his fingers through his hair and let his eyes flutter shut. A cigarette did sound really good right now. “Yeah, and have one of the PAs run and get us some burgers. I didn’t have time to eat, so that might be affecting my mood too.”

So they took a break, had a smoke, got some food in their bellies and cleared their heads. They were all feeling a little better as they got on back on the stage to finish the sound check.

As Eddie was plugging in his guitar, Chrissy came up to him.

“Hey, you got a minute?” she asked. Eddie half shrugged, so she took that as sign a to continue. “I wanted to apologize for this morning. I heard a couple of the guys talking about how much it upset you and I shouldn’t have came in like a bull in a china shop, no matter how late you were.”

Eddie half shrugged again. “I’m an adult, Chris and you treated me like a child who was late for school. And I checked, no one had even tried calling me or texting me to see where I was. So yeah, I think I have a right to be pissed.”

Chrissy sighed. “I know. When I arrived and saw that you weren’t there I just stormed up on the war path and that wasn’t fair to you. So this me apologizing for it and I promise it won’t happen again, okay?”

Eddie nodded and then turned to Gareth and jutted his chin up to indicate that he was ready to go. Gareth counted out time on his sticks as Chrissy stepped back, chewing on her thumbnail.

She had royally fucked up this morning because she had a fight with Georgia this morning about how the two tours were going on at the same time and that it had been a deliberate choice for Chrissy to join Corroded Coffin instead of Lilith’s Little Monsters.

Which of course it had, Chrissy was their manager, but she wasn’t the one who had set the touring schedule that was the label, but no amount of explaining that did any good. So she had taken Eddie being late as a personal attack and went up there guns blazing. Which she really, really shouldn’t have done no matter what her own morning had been like.

She had known that the boys had gotten in super late and literally crashed into their beds and slept like the dead. She should have set up morning calls for all of them to make sure they were awake in time. But she hadn’t because she relied so heavily on Eddie’s need to be on time.

So she had set the tone for their morning and while their playing was vastly better than it been before the break, it wasn’t their best.

It was time to do some grovelling and not just with her band, but with her soulmate too. Since her boys were currently playing, she was going to start with her soulmate. She pulled out her phone and dialed Georgia.

“Hey, babe,” she murmured softly. “I’m sorry. You were right. I could have pushed a little harder so that the two tours wouldn’t line up, especially with Corroded Coffin having way more control with that sort of thing then most bands.”

“Oh, wow,” Georgia said, “I wasn’t expecting an apology, like ever. Thanks.”

Chrissy winced. “I know. I’m such a bitch. But I’m your bitch and I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey,” Georgia laughed. “And I do know that it’s your job that you have to be there, I just rolled over in bed this morning and you weren’t there, so I chose violence.”

“I would have too,” Chrissy admitted. “We’re going to be in the same city at the same time for Boston, so I thought I would come woo my pretty wife and bring her flowers and the whole nine yards. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great,” Georgia breathed. “I’ve got to get to my sound check, but I love you.”

“Love you more,” Chrissy replied.

And then they said their goodbyes and hung up. Now to figure out how to make it up to Eddie.

She was going to have to do a lot of groveling to start. but she would figure it out.

~

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my hand has yours

contents - gn reader, fluff

authors note // wow! i have time to write! here's a part two of the hand has 27 bones, each of mine misses each of yours. enjoy everyone!

part 1 !!

it was only two days after you called schlatt in the middle of the night. you still missed him like hell; you had for his entire trip in japan. thankfully, you were working from home today, so jambo was sleeping, purring in your lap with soup on the floor by your desk, stretching his back out with his stomach on top. you still had your headphones on, listening to music, and no one was home, but it was still a force of habit. throughout the day, you have an email thread with your coworker talking about advertising. as you’re about to send your next follow-up, your phone buzzes. it’s face down, and you tell yourself you’ll answer it after you finish this email. it buzzes again; you feel the temptation to check it; you just need to finish this. it buzzes again and again. you huff while your hands hover over the keyboard. your phone buzzes one last time. to finally stop the buzzing, you flip your phone over to see the notifications; it’s all from schlatt

from: schlatt <3 hey i forgot my keys can you let me in? delivered: 1:03 pm

toots answer the door delivered: 1:06 pm

babeeeeee delivered: 1:07 pm

(y/n) cmonnnnnn delivered: 1:08 pm

you look at your phone, and your eyebrows knit together. a look of confusion washes over your face. this was a prank that schlatt played on you a few times. there isn’t a front door camera at your house, so occasionally, he would text you that he was at the front door. he just thought it was funny. you look up at the calendar above your monitor and see that the friday is circled with hearts around his name. you shake your head and giggle a little; he’s not gonna get you this time. your coworker sent you a follow-up to your follow-up, and you begin to type your response while going through your download to find the file to send her. through your headphones, you hear the doorbell ringing, and the rings overlap each other, like someone is sitting there constantly pushing it. you take your headphones off, put jambo on the floor, walk out of your and schlatt’s shared home office, and make your way to the front door. someone was messing with you; it was probably the neighbor's kid. you open the door, “listen dillon, i’m working, your mom is prob-” you say, ready to tell the kid to stop and that you’re working, but when you open the door, you see schlatt. you see schlatt. he has that grin on his face, the one where he knows he’s right. you’re stuck at the door, “i told you i forgot my keys!” he reaches in to hug you. you finally come back, feeling like you blacked out; schlatt’s arms are wrapped around you, and your arms are wrapped around his neck. when he pulls away, he sees you have tears pricking in your eyes. “awww, love,” schlatt lightheartedly chuckles, wiping your tears away. you didn’t even register that you were crying and also wipe your tears away, “wait no, i’m ok! good tears!” you reassure him. you step to the side so schlatt can enter through the front door with his suitcases. he shuts it behind him and puts his coat in the coat closet next to the front door. “i just missed you,” your arms wrap around him again once his jacket is off, “a month without you was longer than i thought.” “i know honey, i know,” he holds you for a moment and kisses the top of your head. “i got you something.” he whispers into your hair. you look up at him, “really?” “you say it like it’s a question. of course, i got you something, c’mon.” he rubs your shoulder and motions for the both of you to move. 

you follow him into the bedroom. he sets the suitcase on the ground and unzips it as you sit on the edge of the bed. he takes two suitcases again, this trip. one for his clothes and another for goodies and food to bring back. he shows you some food and spices he got and turns to you when something is behind his back. “close your eyes and hold your hands out,” he tells you. you give him a suspicious look. “it’s not like a bomb or anything, i couldn't' have gotten that through tsa even if i wanted to.” he jokes. you do as he asks and close your eyes while holding your hands out and open; you feel something fuzzy in your hands. you open them when the object stops moving, and schlatt retracts his hands. you’re speechless; it’s a small plushie of your old cat, otis. your family adopted otis when you were 8, and he passed away when you were a junior in college. he was your best friend; all throughout high school, he would sit on you whenever you were home; saying goodbye to him was harder than saying goodbye to your mom. you examine the plushie in your hands like it was made of glass. it had all the same marks in the exact same spots otis had. tears start to fill your eyes again as you look up at schlatt. “i found an artist on twitter who makes custom animal plushes, and i know how much you loved otis, sooo i contacted her and picked it up while i was there. I hope you like it.” schlatt’s eyes are darting around as he tells you, almost as if he’s bashful about the gift. “i love it.” your voice is choked up and small as you tell him, and you stand to hug him again. it’s tight as you press as much love into him as possible. 

you cooked for the both of you for the night. schlatt protested, wanting to keep it easy and get taken, but you told him at least you could do for him. To thank you for dinner, schlatt made a fire in the fireplace in the living room. later in the night, you and schlatt were on the couch; you cuddled into him as one of his arms was wrapped around you. the fire was crackling as the cats lay on the both of you. there’s a movie playing on the television but it’s hard to focus on since you have schlatt next to you and soup on in your lap, purring away. his fingers moved to intertwine with his free hand as the other one was petting soup. “damn (y/n)! your hand is freezing!” his hands wrapping around yours. “yeah, they’ve been cold without you to help warm me up.” schaltt felt his warmth seep into your cold hands as he pulls you into him tighter.

[uceyliyahh]

Summary: You are just a distraction to me nothing more.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

warning contains: oral (F receiving), hot make out session, daddy kink, praises kink, smoking weed, unprotected sex, car sex.

word count: 3623

Jey Uso x Remiyah

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

this will be a four-to-five-part series hope y'all will like it trying something new. 💁🏽‍♀️

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DISTRACTION

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OMNSCIENT

Remiyah has returned to work after a couple of months of healing from her injuries. She’s been reconnecting with the wrestlers through interviews, gradually getting back into the rhythm of her job. During her recovery at home, Jey was a constant support, often visiting to check on her and bringing her meals, which made a big difference in her journey to recovery.

Their relationship has been progressing well ever since he expressed how deeply he wanted to be with her. That particular day when he found Jaida in bed with another man shifted his perspective entirely, making him realize just how strong his feelings for Remiyah truly are.

Remiyah was making her way to the catering area, hoping to grab a bite to eat, when she suddenly heard someone shout her name. Turning around, she saw Jey’s ex-girlfriend, Jaida, marching toward her with an angry expression. Jaida stood over Remiyah, who, despite her shorter stature, held her ground by crossing her arms defiantly across her chest.

“Whatchu want Jaida?” Remiyah asked.

“What I want? I wanna beat yo’ ass that’s what I wanna do to you right now.” She replied pushing Remiyah.

Remiyah rolled her eyes, determined not to let Jaida get under her skin as she turned to walk away. However, Jaida continued to shove and provoke her, which ultimately led Remiyah to react by slapping her across the face.

“Don’t fucking play with me Jaida, because I’m not the one,” Remiyah noticed that everyone around her was buzzing with gossip about the recent events. However, she felt indifferent to their chatter; today was not the day for her to engage with Jaida's drama.

Jaida quickly grabbed Remiyah by the hair, pulling her back just as she was about to walk away. Remiyah stumbled and fell onto her bottom, watching in shock as Jaida climbed on top of her, attempting to strike her. In a desperate attempt to protect herself, Remiyah shielded her face and body, hoping to minimize the pain.

“You’re such a fucking whore! You homewrecking bitch!” Jaida yelled as she rose to her feet, trying to land a kick on Remiyah's stomach, aiming for her ribs.

“Jaida! What the fuck are you doing?!” They both suddenly heard a powerful voice calling out to them, realizing it was Jey rushing to help Remiyah.

Jey turned his focus to Remiyah, wanting to ensure she was alright before shifting his gaze to Jaida, his expression serious. He wrapped his arms around Remiyah, who was clutching her rib cage. “What the fuck is wrong with you girl?”

“I want you back Jey! I know what I did was wrong but she doesn’t deserve you like I do!” She shouted causing Jey to scoff at her.

“Last time I checked I told you to pack yo’ shit when you was fucking ol’ boy in our bed that we shared together. So you don’t deserve me at all.” He remarked.

“You were with her!”

“Because I fucking love her!” In that moment, everything fell quiet, with only the soft murmurs of others in the background, as he and Jaida locked eyes in a tense stare.

Remiyah stared at him in shock, processing his words and the pain reflected on Jaida’s face as he spoke. “I truly love her. I came to understand that after your actions, and I want to be with her.” He met Remiyah’s gaze as she offered him a reassuring smile before moving forward. “You no longer hold any significance for me, Jaida, so it would be best for you to let go and move on.”

Jey quickly led Remiyah to the medical examiner, concerned about her ribs after Jaida's kick. The way his hand gently held hers made her heart race with warmth. They stood together in silence, waiting for a doctor to answer the door, both lost in their thoughts and the moment they shared.

She had intended to express her thoughts, but the words just wouldn’t come. Deep down, she understood that Jey wanted to be with her, especially after what Jaida had done, yet she felt uncertain about his intentions, given his past behavior. So, she decided to remain cautious. However, everything began to change when he started visiting her at home, bringing meals and gently placing an ice pack on her injured rib cage. His care during her recovery spoke volumes and began to melt her reservations.

The doctor opened the door with a warm greeting for Remiyah and Jey. He listened attentively as Jey explained the situation, expressing concern for Remiyah's ribs and wanting to ensure she was alright.

“Her ribs are fine it’s no bruises or anything like that so she should be fine,” The doctor said.

Jey gave a nod as he assisted Remiyah in getting up from the hospital bed, both expressing their gratitude to the doctor before making their way to the exit. Remiyah was on her way to the locker room to freshen up her makeup when Jey gently wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her nearer to him.

He gently caressed her body with his thumbs, gazing into her wide, innocent eyes while a warm smile spread across his face. The intensity of his gaze made her shyly avert her eyes to the ground. “Focus on me, baby,” he said, his deep voice wrapping around her like a comforting embrace, making her heart flutter as she complied with his request.

His hand reached out to her face, tenderly stroking it and causing a warm blush to spread across her cheeks. “so pretty mamas, my pretty girl.” He commented on.

“J-Jey keep it professional,” Remiyah whispered stumbling on her words.

“I can’t help it when you look so good baby,” She laughed softly at him, playfully tapping his chest. Jey leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers, and she reciprocated his affection with warmth.

“Imma see you later?”

“Yeah, when I’m not busy. You know how that can get,”

Remiyah had just finished all the interviews and segments with the wrestlers. As she sat in her locker room packing her belongings to head home for the night, she heard her phone ping. Curious, she picked it up and noticed a message from Jey waiting for her.

Jey🫶🏽 sent a message

Jey🫶🏽: whatchu doin’ tonight mamas?

She smiled at the text replying to him back.

IMESSAGE 💬

Rem💋: I was going to go home a chill what did you have in mind?

Jey🫶🏽: I was thinking coming to pick you up from yo’ crib and have a late night drive around town

Rem💋: I would honestly love that Jey

Jey🫶🏽: damn no nickname for me yet?

Rem💋: lol what do you want me to call you?

Jey🫶🏽: anything you would like to call me I just don’t wanna hear you say my name

Rem💋: aight then daddy 😘

Jey🫶🏽: Miyah keep on imma have you screaming daddy if you keep playing with me

Rem💋: ouuu daddyyy

Jey🫶🏽: you funny mama, don’t worry imma fix that

Rem💋: fix what daddy?🥺

Jey🫶🏽: mhm keep on I gotchu Remiyah

Rem💋: 😁😁

Jey🫶🏽: you is funny girl I’ll see you when I come get you aight?

Rem💋: aight big daddy

Remiyah felt a warm smile spread across her face as she read the message she had sent him. After tucking her phone back into her purse, she took a moment to ensure she had everything she needed before heading out for the evening.

Remiyah was eagerly anticipating Jey's arrival to pick her up for their evening together. As she scrolled through her social media, she stumbled upon Jaida's amusing posts on her private story, filled with quotes about Jey that made her chuckle.

As she pulled back the curtains, the thumping music outside caught her attention. There he was, in his Hellcat, honking the horn, urging her to join him. Quickly, she grabbed her purse and keys, eager to step outside. He emerged from the car and walked toward her, lifting her effortlessly by her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, while she draped her arm around his neck, feeling the excitement of the moment.

“Hey, pretty girl. You ready?” He said softly placing a kiss on her lips.

He smiled as he gently guided her to the front passenger seat, nodding in encouragement. With one hand, he opened the door for her, then carefully set Remiyah down on her feet, allowing her to step inside the car. After shutting the door behind her, he hurried to the driver’s seat.

He closed the door behind him as he entered his glove compartment to retrieve some pre-rolled blunts he had prepared earlier for this moment. After lighting the first blunt, he took a few deep puffs before handing it over to Remiyah, all while preparing to pull out of the driveway.

Remiyah took a few puffs, the smoke swirling up into the air, and she felt a warm, fuzzy sensation wash over her as she leaned back in her seat. With a gentle motion, she passed the blunt towards him, carefully placing it near his lips since he was focused on driving.

“How you feeling little mama?” He spoken softly as he looked towards her way.

"I’m absolutely over the moon at this moment, feeling so at ease," Remiyah said, gently stroking his thigh, prompting him to glance down at her hand before meeting her gaze again.

He noticed the dangerously low red lights, and an instant thrill coursed through him, realizing the kind of night they were about to have. A smirk crept onto his face as he concentrated on navigating the streets of the town.

The music created an entirely different atmosphere, particularly with his playlist. Those songs resonated with them in a unique way, especially now that their circumstances had changed. With Jaida no longer in the picture, he was determined to concentrate solely on Remiyah. She was his only priority, and he had no interest in anyone else but her.

They enjoyed the final blunt he had rolled just before he could locate an empty parking lot to relax for a while. Jey kept the car running, with the soothing sounds of "I Hope It's You" by Donell Jones playing softly in the background.

He released his seatbelt and maneuvered over the seat, leaning back against the leather as he gestured for Remiyah to join him. She responded by climbing over the seat and settling onto his lap, facing him. As she did, she felt his hands gently holding her, providing a sense of security and keeping her close.

Their eyes met, and they exchanged giggles and smiles, reminiscent of teenagers sneaking out late at night. Remiyah leaned in, gently pressing her soft, full lips against his, and he eagerly returned the kiss.

He breathed in the sweet aroma of coconut that enveloped her, his fingers dancing through her soft curls as he pressed his lips to hers once more before he spoke. “You look so fucking good baby, make me wanna slut you out in this car.” He said boldly.

“What’s stopping you?”

Jey shakes his head, “I wanna talk and vibe with you mamas before we get into allat,” She gazes at him tenderly, her fingers gently stroking his face and the salt-and-pepper beard, prompting a deep, guttural groan to escape his lips.

He held her close, his movements intentional as he pressed against her, wanting her to sense the intensity of his desire while striving to keep his composure in the moment.

“What made you change your ways? For me?” Remiyah asked.

“I just love your aura and how you carry yourself as a woman especially when you be taking good care of me whenever I came over there,”

“I was in denial about how I felt about you, because I was so used to having someone like Jaida not doing shit for me until I met you it just gave me a whole different feeling,”

Remiyah gently stroked his face as he spoke, her thumb gliding over his tender lips. “I promised I would wait for you,” she confessed. “And my love for you remains, even when I’ve said I hated you; my heart just can’t bear to be away from you.” Jey smiled back at her, his hands exploring her form, drawn in by the warmth that enveloped them both.

He gently ran his hands along her sweatpants, holding onto her curves as he bit his lip, tucking it in with a mix of vulnerability and longing. “Do you really love me? Even after everything I put you through, especially during your time in the hospital, you still feel that way about me?”

His gaze was so intense that it left her feeling completely disoriented, making it hard for her to even imagine the possibility of him being with her in such an intimate way at that very moment.

“Yes, I still loved you and only you daddy.” Her voice carries a playful hint, almost as if she's teasing.

He laughed softly as he pressed a tender kiss against her neck, letting his lips glide around her neck and along her jawline until they finally found hers. The kiss was slow and lingering, deepening as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

They could feel their saliva going in and out of each other’s mouths as Remiyah nippled on the bottom of his lips pulling it back before heading back into the deep kiss, she started rolling her hips onto his lap feeling his dick harden underneath her she could feel it through his basketball shorts.

“You gon’ let daddy slut his baby girl out?” He murmured between the kiss.

“Mhmm,”

“C’mon then take this shit off fo’ me mamas.” And so they both got naked within a second as Jey had her pinned onto the cold leather seat parting her legs open.

He placed a gentle kiss on both ends of her thighs bringing his face towards her pussy as he kissed down on her sensitive bud causing her to jolt at his touch almost closing her legs but he kept her still.

Jey french kissed her pussy as Remiyah began to squirm around like a mouse trying to escape from the big cat he held onto her thighs tightly while continuing to swirling his tongue around her bud making her arch her back in pleasure.

“Mhm…such a pretty pussy mamas.” He groaned out into the air.

Remiyah was tugging onto his curls throwing her head back in pleasure as she softly moaned his name for only him to hear. She was pulling him closer to her wet cunt letting him get the best of both worlds as his tongue did wonders to her.

His tongue lapped around her swollen clit with slow and long licks after licks causing her to feel distress slowly sticking two fingers inside of her and curled them up perfectly pumping them down into her g-spot making her roll her eyes in back of her head.

His tongue kept flicking and flicking until she couldn’t take it anymore almost pushing him away working hard as ever along with thrusting his fingers in and out of her consistently making her dizzy. Remiyah was aching for release within seconds due to her feeling overwhelmed.

She was sent over to the edge gripping onto the leather seat tightly as much as she could feeling his moist tongue lap into her empty hole and back onto sucking her clit.

He gazed up at her seeing her face all curled up in a bunch which made him smirk at the sight of her like this, that’s he heard her let out a loud cry as her orgasm washed over her feeling her juices flowing out of her like a river.

He sucked and slurped her up until she was empty and didn’t have any more juices left of her like it was his last drink of the night, his beard was all moist from her juices pulling away as he fingers continuously pumped in and out of her making sure all of her juices came out.

Remiyah’s legs were shaking violently feeling Jey turned her over onto her stomach with her back perfectly arched for her liking as he stroke his long, thick, meaty dick in his hands before rubbing the head of his cock onto her moist cunt.

Jey placed kisses onto her back all the way down towards her neck cupping her chin in the process as they passionately kiss making Remiyah taste herself, their tongues were lapping around each other while Jey began pushing himself into her entrance leaving them both groaning at the feeling of it.

He gripped onto her hips giving her his long, deep, strokes rubbing her ass cheeks before whacking them with his hand. “This is the best pussy I ever been in mamas since day fucking one.” He grunted while pulling on Remiyah’s hair.

“Oh my godd, Jeyy.” Remiyah moaned as she looked back at him.

“Yeah, look back at me with yo’ pretty ass, hmm.” Remiyah began throwing her ass back onto him catching him off guard for a second but he let her do her thang onto him. “Keep throwing that shit back on me baby, make daddy nut.”

She threw her ass back in circles never leaving his eyes biting the bottom of her lips seeing him throwing his head back in pleasure, her pussy kept clenching and clenching onto him like a latch for a open door had his mind spinning.

He followed her movements whacking her ass hearing her little whimpers escape her lips fucking her to the core while keeping his hand around her hair pulling it back for more assistance.

He dick was kissing her cervix so well it had her seeing stars at this point, looking down at his beautiful view of her ass ricocheting off his hips causing him to grip onto the flesh of her ass cheek with one hand. Within every single thrust he was giving her, her cream coated up his cock.

“Keep creaming on me baby girl, you doin’ so good for daddy baby.” He cooed at her.

“I’m doing good daddy?” She whimpered softly.

“Yess, baby you doin’ so good fo’ me.” The way he was speaking to her in his deep gentle voice just blew her breath away loving the way he was fucking her through it.

Her cream made it so easy for him to slide in and out of her tormenting her cervix, her pussy began to quiver as his dick continuously rubbed against her gushy walls while she threw it back at him none stop squeezing onto his tip.

Remiyah couldn’t even get the words out as she arched her back some more to the point where her stomach was on the cold leather seats giving Jey more leverage to pummeled her insides in.

“Dadddy, ouuuu ffuck,” she whined out trying to push him away by his stomach only for him to slap it away.

“Don’t run from me, you doin’ so good baby, taking daddy’s big dick.”

“I can’t take it anymore dadddy,” he didn’t have time to hear none of that as he fucked her relentlessly onto the leather seats.

The car was shaking and the windows were foggy she could’ve wrote her name on it along with the air thickening around them and the aroma of sex that filled up the air hearing nothing but skins slapping against each other.

Remiyah had drool coming out of her mouth landing onto the seat with her face smushed up in the seat messing up her makeup, he knew that he had her right where she needed to be. She started to grow tired until he had whacked her on the ass pulling onto her hair as she yelped. “C’mon mamas keep goin’ make me nut.”

“There you go baby girl, you make daddy so happy pretty girl.”

The more she clench onto him the more she was begging for release letting him fuck her with an unrelenting pace forcing his dick deeper and deeper inside of her almost bruising her cervix.

Jey felt like he was losing himself within her as his dick twitched inside of her warmth whispered nasty things in her ear talking her through her orgasm cause he could feel it coming.

His strokes were getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute with her stomach forming into a knot from all of the pleasures that she was feeling at the moment.

She clenched onto him one last time before letting out a loud cried scream, smearing all of milky white substance all over his cock, feeling her body quivering. It triggered his own release letting out a guttural moan escape his lips.

Gripping onto her ass cheeks tightly almost digging his nails into them filling her up like a twinkie as his warm seeds flooded her inner walls shooting ropes after thick ropes, thrusting slowly throughout his high making sure none of his seeds spilled out of her before pulling out.

Jey leaned over to kiss her shaken body to soothing her before pulling her close to him feeling the heat radiating off of him, he kept his arms around her waist placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

They both looked up at each other chuckling while smiling knowing that their high was still there. “So we gon’ do this right? Or what?” Remiyah shrugged her shoulders gazing into his eyes.

“I don’t know you tell me? You serious about us?” Remiyah asked.

“Yes, I wouldn’t be doing all of this if I didn’t baby girl.” Remiyah kissed him on the lips.

“Let’s do this then and no more games I want you to be mine forever you promise?”

Remiyah pulled out her pinky finger causing him to chuckle at her adorableness.

“A’ight I promise, you is so goofy dawg.” He interlock his pinky with hers.

- fin ❤️

A/n: wellll this is the end of Distraction I hope yall enjoy this mini series I actually loved doing it might make another one lol 😂

[anna-scribbles]

hi I saw your response to the ask where you talked about driving. I hope this isn’t presumptuous, but have you got any advice for someone who has legally been able to drive for over 5 years now, but still really struggles with it and barely drives at all?

I just find it so stressful, and I’m scared things will go wrong or other drivers will be awful. How did you manage to become more confident with it?

(love your art style btw, the way you draw hair is just so pretty!)

hi!! I know this is a bit late, but I was going through my inbox and I was just talking with a friend about this earlier today so I'd love to talk about it.

looking back on it with the education I have now, I can see that my issue with driving was a few things, but the biggest problem was that my extreme anxiety about it sent my nervous system into a state of hyperarousal, which impaired my decision-making ability. which made me worse at driving. which worsened my anxiety about it.

so, your nervous system is your body's method of responding to danger. when there are no threats to your safety, you're body's chilling. this is when you're able to think most clearly, be curious and creative, engage in relationships, and feel grounded. we call this your "window of tolerance."

when your body detects a big threat, it either sends you into a hightened mobilized state called hyperarousal, or an overwhelmed immobilized state called hypoarousal. hyperarousal is more like "fight or flight," and hypoarousal is more like "freeze." these states come into play more often for people who have experienced trauma, but anyone's body can tap into them when their safety is threatened.

for me, driving was extremely scary--I was convinced that I was going to die or kill someone else, and that sent my body into fight-or-flight mode (hyperarousal). my heart started racing, my palms got sweaty, my thoughts were scattered. I became impulsive and terrified. bad combo for driving.

I didn't know any of this back then. but I remember distinctly, there was a day where I felt a shift. I became able to physically calm down my body and regulate. I was able to get into my window of tolerance while driving. that's what changed for me. If I'd known back then what I know now, then I would've tried much earlier to practice physically regulating exercises (like deep breaths, rocking, repetitive motions, humming, soothing fidgets, drinking water, etc) before getting behind the wheel.

all this to say, there are ways that you can help yourself get back into and stay in your window of tolerance. if you feel yourself going into hyperarousal, it helps to take a break and do something that physically calms you down. if you feel yourself going into hypoarousal, it helps to move around and do something that physically helps you feel present and grounded in your body, like engaging with your senses.

breaks are okay. be patient with yourself. driving is scary. but growth is possible--I used to break down crying every time I got behind the wheel, and today a friend remarked to me that I'm a really good driver. I told her I used to hate it so much, but I don't mind it now. things can change. you got this!

[nexoncrowfeather]

I shall now post stuff >:3

hello. i'm nex's girl friend. my name is Leia. I go by uzi. my mom doesn't let me post stuff on Tumblr. but nex does! my mom doesn't know he has Tumblr, so she'll never know!!! heh. take that, mom. I wanna use Tumblr as an online public dairy, so i'll be sharing some info with you guys!! but mostly not private info. first, i'll start by talking Abt nex. nex is 19 years old, & he's a femboy, he's REALLY hot. he has brown hair and green eyes. he's neptunic, neptunic is a sexuality where you are attracted to women, non-binary people, or anyone who doesn't identify as a man. I'm like actually obsessing over him!!!! >_< he's really nice to me, and he's sooo FREAKING smart it's like not even funny!!! when he lived with his shithead of a step dad, his dad would search him for any blades, money, knives, and really anything he wasn't supposed to have (so basically he wasn't supposed to have anything), but guess what? nex would wear yoga shorts with pockets under his actual pants! he'd hide razor blades, money, and really anything flat in there! then, I let him borrow one of my non padded bras, and he'd hide candy in there! he always wears baggy gothic clothing, so his dad never noticed! and he still doesn't know that nex did that, even today! nex never had good parents, his dad was very strict and didn't support him. when nex first said he was neptunic, his dad slapped him and grounded him for six months!!! nex always was really good at hiding his depression, but then his mom got him a therapist, and he finally had someone to vent to. his therapist is a really good person, she actually cared abt him, and she never told his parents about the bad stuff that he did. but then, one day, when I was at school, I noticed him sitting all alone at one of the lunch tables, I didn't know him yet, but I really did feel bad for him, so I sat next to him. I offered him some of my lunch, but he refused to eat. he had a cut under his left eye, I asked him how he got that, and he just said it was his cat. we talked some more, and I found out that he was in 5th grade, so he was older than me. I was in 2nd grade at the time. over time, me and nex became close friends, but, when I first met him, I immediately started liking him!!! it wasn't until he was in sixth grade that he confessed his love for me, and we started dating! I know, I know, he's like way older than me, but deep inside, he's still ten years old. nex is very protective over me, and when I came over to his house for the night and told him that I was getting bullied at school, he said he'd deal with it. and guess what he did the next day? he walked me to school, went out into the recess area with me, and beat the holy shit out of the boys that bullied me. luckily no one saw him, so he didn't get in trouble. now he goes to elevate academy, and I go to river city, but that doesn't stop him from seeing me!! in the middle of the night, he'll go grab his moms tablet and face time me. and whenever me and my fam come over to his house, we're locked in his bedroom for the entire night. nex goes by n, and his full name is Nexon crowfeather. it's pronounced nex-in. yes, he just had to change his last name to his favorite character's name, crowfeather. you know, from warrior cats? he likes crowfeather a lot. when I move out, i'm changing my name to uzi. then, when we get married, my name'll be uzi crowfeather! and when we have a daughter, we'll name her ghost. then her middle name will be nori, and then her last name'll be crowfeather. nex's FULL name is nexon hesper crowfeather. at first, nex was gay, but when he met me, he realized that he wasn't attracted to men anymore at all. nex is also a therian. his therio types are silver fox, cross fox, and Turkish van cat. his father doesn't support therians, so he hates nex. but I love him to pieces, and that's all that matters.

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[unproduciblesmackdown]

bloodsong of oh shit....oh fuck

[aroihkin]

I'm exhausted. People exhaust me.

[yikes-ajax-thats-sad]

People really think trust issues are just "aww they're scared of love" and it's like bitch no. Trust issues as in I'm deeply in love and the issue is I'm waiting for you break my heart after undergoing periodic abuse in relationships. I'm not scared of love I'm scared of what you'll do with it.

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[girlivealwaysbean]

i hate getting gifts because first of all are you trying to buy me make me feel obligated to you so I feel the need to be polite and sweet to you all the time and secondly once you inevitably leave what the fuck am i supposed to do with them

[alexjcrowley]

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