#letter from: the gorgeous honeybun ❀

[the-travelling-witch]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 2K YOU ABSOLUTELY DESERVE IT !!

I know we don’t talk very much but I’m always lurking around and supporting/cheering you from the sidelines !! You’re such a lovely person and a talented writer, n I’m so happy we’re moots <33 I hope you have a wonderful day/night when you read this 💞💞

thank you so much dear <3

it’s still a little unbelievable but i guess i’ll have to accept that this is actually happening; i can tell you’re always there supporting me, being the kind and warm person that you are; i’m also really grateful we’re moots!!💕

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | part one

“honeymoonin’”

part two | first impressions

A/N: I ehm. May or may not have gotten the inspiration for this bc of a porn channel that I watch 🫣 this is not proofread btw! P.S this is my smutty little treat for y’all b4 I drop chapter 11 of slow hands 🥲

~word count: 1k~

Summary: the morning after your honeymoon with your pornstar husband, Joel Miller

Pairing | pornstar!husband! Joel Miller x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW, mentions of the porn industry, fluff ,established relationship, husband!joel, intimacy, bush love!!, 30’s reader/40’s Joel , oral (f!receiving) Joel has a big cock (canon) silly vibes, sex tape, pet names, reader has no physical descriptions, +18, minors dni!

You and your husband Joel Miller met through the porn industry. The first time you met him before you were set to film together you were immediately hooked by his southern charm. “Well, hello gorgeous. Ain’t you jus’ the sweetest, n’prettiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasuring’ of layin’ my eyes on. Goddamn. Names Joel, and what might your name be, darlin?’” You told him your name and shook hands. After that initial meeting..You kept things professional, but everytime you did a film with him, your pussy and your heart would flutter. You had never said yes faster in your life than when Joel requested to take you out to dinner one night after a late shoot. Burgers, fries, a milkshake for two, and Joel Fuckin’ Miller’s big cock, and his Texas twang.

Once you and Joel officially started dating, you started your own porn channel together and your videos were a hit. The intimacy and chemistry on camera was never faked, and there was real love blossoming between the two of you. People loved it. There was something about casual, real intimacy that really got your viewers going.

The money earned on the films went straight to buying you an enormous rock to put on your pretty finger. Joel spoiled you in every aspect, and you were over the moon when he asked you to be his wife.

One impromptu wedding in Vegas later, Pornhub paid for your entire honeymoon to the Fiji Islands.

In the middle of the king sized bed was a gift directly from Pornhub with a new camera, toys, lube, and a congratulations letter from some of yours and Joel’s fellow adult filmmakers.

You put that camera to good use immediately.

The following morning you awoke to an empty bed, but a note left on the dresser in your husbands penmanship

Goodmornin’, babydoll. I went out for a run, but I’ll be back in a jiffy. Can’t wait to fuck my wife and then feed ya some fresh fruit, and then fuck ya some more. Oh, and I booked us couples massages later this afternoon! Love you so much, honey.

-Joel xx.

You let out a girlish giggle and kiss the note before setting it down on the nightstand.

When he returns he’s drenched in sweat that seeps through the fabric of his t-shirt that adorns his body in all the right places. He’s got that twinkle in his eye, and that dimple poking out of his cheek that you love so dearly.

“Have a nice run, baby?” You grin at him over the rim of your book as he approaches.

“Mhm. S’gonna be an absolutely gorgeous day out there.” He drawls and watches as you set your book down on the nightstand.

“Yeah? Well, I think my husband should gimme his cock so that we can go out and enjoy this gorgeous day.” You curl your pointer finger inwards in a come hither motion for him to come closer.

“Oh, you want my cock? Hmm..what a temptin’ offer that is, honeybun.” He teases.

“But I want you to strip for me first, Joel. Give your wife a little show.” You wink and reach for the camera on the nightstand and flip it on.

“A strip tease, eh? I think I can handle that.” He chuckles and reaches for the hem of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head just as your thighs slowly spread open over the comforter and your hand slips down between them to lightly play with yourself.

He grabs the waistband of his shorts and playfully snaps it against the lower part of his stomach with a grin before he slowly tugs it down over his hips. His cock is semi-hard beneath the confines.

“Fuck.” You breathe, “I’m the luckiest woman alive.” You beckon him closer and obliges. He takes his lower lip between his teeth when your soft and warm palm wraps around the underside of his shaft, fondling him gently while you hold the camera steady in your freehand.

“Shit. Y’got that all wrong, sugar. M’the luckiest motherfucker alive with the hottest, kindest, most beautiful wife. Fuck.” He hisses between his teeth.

You giggle softly at his reaction and slowly begin to pump your hand around him and twist your wrist in a corkscrew motion.

“And this cock is all mine, right baby? Fuck, it’s so pretty. I fuckin’ love you and your cock.”

“All fuckin’ yours, sugar plum.” He groans and leans down to slot his lips with yours, slipping his tongue past your mouth in a heated, bruising kiss. His cock grows hard and heavy beneath your soft touch and he pulls away only to climb on the bed on his knees, and grab the underside of your thighs to spread you apart further.

“And this pussy is all fuckin’ mine, ain’t she?” He rasps and looks up at you and the camera that is now angled downwards.

“All fuckin’ yours, baby. And she’s absolutely dripping for you right now.”

“Can see that, honeypie.” He chuckles and nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and bites down playfully. He doesn’t mind the coarse, thick, swirling hair on your pussy tickling the patches on his beard. He fucking loves you in your natural state, and he lets you know it by devouring your cunt whole. He kisses and suckles on your clit like it’s the sweetest candy he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. His jaw goes slack as he laps up your arousal that seeps out of you like sweet honey from a hive. He groans against you, the bridge of his nose buried against the hair on your pubic bone. He inhales your scent, musky, erotic, and all you. He drinks you in, feasts, and feasts while you cry out his name.

Loving Joel Miller came easy, and while he has the biggest cock you’ve ever seen, it’s his ginormous heart that really sealed the deal for you.

When he hears the camera click shut and fall to the unoccupied space on the bed, he grins and continues to eat his favorite fucking meal; you. Until your tugging on the roots of his scalp and reaching down between his thighs to grasp his heavy cock once more and pull him into you.

Fuck your wife like you mean it, Joel.

Don’t gotta ask me twice, sugar.

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[strawberry-selfships]

auh im still thinking abt that letter from johnny . he called me honeybun,,,,,, and gorgeous,,,,,,,, he called me prettyboy,,,,,, aaaaaiuuujuhhhhhhhhh HE THINKS IM A PRETTY BOY AAAAAUH

[mordellestories]

Give a Beetle a Bone

It was a fucking disaster, is what it was! It wasn't like Betelgeuse's plans had never gone to shit, quite the opposite; his plans ALWAYS went to shit in some way or another, but this time? This time took the fucking cake ! Getting eaten by a sandworm just moments away from being free as a bat at dusk, now that's a story to tell the grandkids–wherever the fuck those little turds were. How could this be the end? How could he have gotten so close, only to come out of the other end of a giant, very satisfied, striped asshole? At least one of them enjoyed themselves. He shuddered at the memory of being squeezed right out into a steaming mountain of sandworm shit.

What was he supposed to do now? Wait his turn with the other deadbeats in waiting room 8, just to get bitched out by the cunt-of-an-ex-boss? Again?! No. No freaking way. This was it. This was the last straw that broke the corpses back, and Betelgeuse was ready to go to war .

The riled up poltergeist shot out of his chair, still in tatters from his meet and greet with the jaws and intestines of that legless, enthusiastic fucker on Saturn. (The beast actually took a liking to Betelgeuse once he was out. Must have grazed the thing’s sweet spot or some shit.)

"I'm not gonna stand for this," Betelgeuse said with righteous determination while standing. "I'm the ghost with the most!" He beat his chest with an angry fist and stomped his foot on the ground. "I do what I want when I want, and none of you dupes can do a thing about it!"

"You!" Miss Argentina shouted from the reception. "I can hit this big red button right here and send you right back to where you came from if you like," she grinned wickedly.

Betelgeuse held up his hands in surrender. "Woah! Not necessary, babe," he winked, exposing his grimy overbite. "I'm just gonna hit the john, maybe have some grub, and I'll be right back." He chuckled slowly and dangerously, placing his hand to his chest and straightening. "Cross my heart and hope to live," he cackled wildly and popped into the midplane between life and death. Time to pay up, betrothed. His shrieking laughter rang through time and space as he zeroed in on his target.

He landed in a darkroom. It took a few moments to realize he was trapped in a negative hung to dry.

"You ruin my art, and I'll ruin your afterlife," droned a familiar feminine voice from afar.

Betelgeuse craned his neck every which way to catch a glimpse of the snot-nosed, betraying, little shit. The backstabbing kid was gonna feel his wrath from here to kingdom come– HOLY HANGIN' GEMSTONES BELOW!

A slim form was hunched over a table, examining her work with a Buddhist monk's calm and concentration—jet black hair pulled up in a messy bun, chocolate eyes, moonlight pale skin, and grown up in every way that counted in his books!

Mother o' pearl, look at those tits!

"Yowzers!" Betelgeuse let out, followed by a sharp whistle. "How long was I in that literal shithole," he grumbled and scratched his head, utterly confounded.

"Eighteen years," Lydia replied dryly, not sparing a glance in the poltergeist's way, making Betelgeuse feel entirely insignificant.

It was insulting. It was infuriating. It was-it was-it was... It was a massive turn on , and Betelgeuse was instantaneously stiff in more ways than one.

He leered in her direction, even though she was still ignoring him, and scanned her top to toes again, shaking his head in bewilderment. Betelgeuse hummed with approval. "May I just say, you're lookin' like a beetle on a cracker ta me right now, babe. Ya sure as hell didn't get your pop's looks, thank my lucky stars," he mumbled the rest.

Lydia arched a brow, the only sign she had heard him at all.

Lordy-lord! That stoic, unperturbed, porcelain face was making him itch in all the right places.

"I wondered when you'd have the stones to come back," Lydia murmured absentmindedly.

Oh, this bitch was messing with the wrong dead man. "Is that right," he drawled with a sneer. "Well, honeybun, your wait is over. Time to ta hold up your end of our deal."

Lydia scoffed with the tiniest smile, her complete amused disregard for the poltergeist going straight to his dick.

Look at me, look at me, look at me! Betelgeuse shook himself and tried to sound as menacing as possible and not like he wanted to grovel at her feet and beg her to scratch his head like the flea-infested dog he was. "Sweetums," he warned, "I think you remember what I'm capable of–hard to forget, I'm sure. I'd watch yourself if I were you."

This time, Lydia did turn her gaze up to meet the ghost, but the look on her face was far from frightened. There was a wicked glint in her hooded eyes, but the rest her face remained as impassive as ever. "What are you going to do? Summon a merry-go-round and a jumping mice circus? Dress as a clown? Oh, wait," her brow furrowed slightly, "you're already in costume."

Oh my god... Cupid had aimed a long-range missile right between his legs and shot his cock up to the heavens that didn't exist a moment ago.

Betelgeuse actually needed to swallow for the first time since he'd keeled over. His jaw was slack, and his eyes were bugged out. He needed to get this shit under control, or he was gonna roll over and let his tongue loll out of his panting, rabid mouth. He cleared his throat and adjusted the lapels of his ruined wedding tux.

Lydia had the decency to keep eye contact, but it unnerved him, and that was just insane. "Listen, kid, uh, woman, uh, pretty lady," he stammered, "I bent the laws of nature for you, saved your friends, scared your folks straight, I'm due some compensation, okay?" Betelgeuse couldn't get over sounding like a handyman being gypped out of his hard-earned cash by an unsatisfied customer. "We made a deal," he all but whined.

The medium raised a single brow and smirked, giving Betelgeuse her undivided but callous attention. "Poor Betelgeuse," she cooed.

The ghost could not suppress the electric sparks from shooting out of his ears at the sound of his name on those pretty pink lips.

"Oh, baby ," Betelgeuse drawled, desire gripping onto his sanity and wringing it out like an old dishrag. "Two more times, and I'm yours," he breathed with manic, pleading eyes. "I'll do anything, and I mean... anything," he pronounced while whipping his arms open to make it abundantly clear.

Betelgeuse could feel Lydia's eyes appraising him, and he was suddenly, painfully aware that he looked like he'd been chewed and shat out of a Saturn giant. She was looking at him like he was a bug–and not in a good way.

"Anything?"

Betelgeuse latched onto the intrigue like a lifeline, because that's exactly what it was! "Anything," he swore and knew he'd follow through because-holy shit-she was gorgeous. To prove his point, he blinked a bouquet of roses into Lydia's arms.

Surprise registered on Lydia's face and then a smile, and fuck, he felt like she'd given him a treat for being a good boy.

"Cute," she deadpanned and let the flowers drop to the floor, "but cliche."

Betelgeuse snapped his fingers, a box of chocolates manifested next, which Lydia snorted at.

A wave of his hand brought a generous shower of jewels and gems.

She rolled her eyes.

Betelgeuse snarled. "Aw, c'mon! Waddya want?! Dresses?" All manner of old fashioned gowns fell onto Lydia's lap. "Just say the word, and it's yours."

Lydia seemed somewhat pleased with the wardrobe above everything else, but it still wasn't the reaction any other woman would have had. Hell's bells, this woman was hard to please! He hit all the staples, didn't he? What else could a chick want?!

"Hmm," the stoic beauty hummed and shrugged, "I dunno, Betelgeuse ."

"One more B-word, snookums," the ghost pleaded.

She sighed dramatically. "I'm not very impressed, and I honestly have everything I've ever set my mind to," she looked at her nails and then dead in his eyes. "Except..."

Betelgeuse pressed his face up against the photo's barrier, squishing his crooked nose and fogging up the image. "Tell me," he purred, fire igniting every cold bit of his soul.

"You."

Betelgeuse let out a high-pitched wheeze and shot a hand to his dead heart. "Me?! Fuck, babe, ya got me! Hook, line, and sinker! Let me outta here!" He clawed at his prison and whimpered.

Lydia's grin was downright evil, and the ghost shook in his boots. "I'm not going to marry you," she clarified. Betelgeuse deflated but waited for her to continue. "But, I'll let you out every once in a while if you're a good boy."

Good boy. "Want me ta be good? I'll be good for ya. I'll sprout wings and a halo for you, babes."

"I don't think you understand," Lydia chuckled and shook her head, bemused. "I'll own your soul, you'll be my errand boy for all of my whims, and I decide if and when you get to come out to play."

"Yes." Betelgeuse had said it without hesitation, and no follow-up.  

Lydia's eyebrows disappeared under her bangs. "You can't be serious," she narrowed her eyes. "I'm offering you scraps!"

Upon snapping his fingers again, Betelgeuse's ears grew and flopped over, a tail sprouted out of his ass crack, and a collar with the name Lydia in big neon green letters wrapped around his neck.

"As long as those scraps come from your table, Lyds, I'll sit, rollover, and even play dead for ya." He grinned wide, let his tongue roll out past his chin as he panted, and let out a needy bark.

It was obviously the right thing to do because the passive woman burst out laughing. It was music to Betelgeuse's new doggie ears. He was so in trouble.

"Okay," she let out on a breathy giggle. "Then we got a deal... Betelgeuse ."

The ghost cackled and cheered. "Aw, yeah! It's showtime, babes!"

Mordelle on Ao3

[waqasamjadme]

Words of True Affection | Love Letters for my Girlfriend

 Words of True Affection | Love Letters for my Girlfriend

Anyone who has ever experienced the love of a special lady is aware of how candy being the recipient of such is.

 Beneath are the templates of authentic love letters that you could modify to your liking and ship to your darling that can remind her of what she means to you!

 Prior to now, I all the time knew I used to be lacking a really valuable factor however by no means knew precisely what it was. Sure, I knew it was love-related, and I knew my coronary heart was craving for a major different. Nevertheless, I believed it was only a basic case of loneliness that will be cured with hugs, kisses and Valentine’s Day playing cards. By no means in 1,000,000 years did I think that relatively my coronary heart would develop into so intertwined with yours – that you'd develop into such an vital a part of my life to the purpose the place my total world would shift because of loving you.

I by no means fathomed that it was even potential for an individual to develop into so vital that each beat of my coronary heart has develop into an audible testament to the craving on your love. So I need to thanks for not solely filling a void in my coronary heart but additionally for displaying me that life itself has a lot extra to supply within the type of the gorgeous princess I'm now blessed to name my very own. I'll love you all the time.

Typically the best way I like you frightens me, and I don’t imply this within the sense that I'd do something silly if I suffered the heartbreak of shedding you. Reasonably it’s like I've all the time prided myself on my independence, however now each waking second of each blessed day is dedicated to inescapable ideas of you. Perhaps that is an obsession; I don’t know. I requested my dad about it, and he informed me that if the best way I really feel is a psychological sickness, than love is a illness all males have suffered from throughout some level of their lives.

So to place it succinctly, I like you. I take into consideration you all the time, and my singular ambition in life is to make you're feeling the identical. I’d relatively have all the world in opposition to me and maintain your hand relatively than be separated from you and be the chief of all the earth. If there may be an emotion stronger than this, whether it is potential for me to like a lady much more than I like you, then that’s actually a sensation I by no means need to expertise, or else I’d most likely perish from hunger and lack of private care on account of spending the whole lot of time composing letters like this!

You're the sunshine to my dawn. You're the bacon to my eggs. You're the sprinkles that colorfully coat my favourite cup of ice cream. You're the pepperoni that provides my pizza that additional taste. You're the Batman to my Robin. You're the electrical energy to my online game console. You're the Mind to my Pinky. You're the Scottie Pippin to my Michael Jordan. You're the Lois Lane to my secret superhero identification. You're the chortle observe to my in any other case boring sitcom. I assume what I’m making an attempt to say is that I like you and actually, actually, actually need you. And hopefully you're feeling the identical, or else I’d be tempted to put in writing one other certainly one of these indecipherable love letters!

I like each single facet of your existence, from the information of the strands of your hair right down to the crevices between your toes. As such, I think about it the best fortune of my total existence on planet Earth to have met you on this lifetime. My falling in love with you and your feeling the identical method is a blessing of the magnitude I don’t really feel worthy of receiving.

At some point quickly, when every thing is true, my phrases will develop into extra concrete, and I'll put a mega-expensive ring in your finger to indicate all the world how a lot you imply to me. We may also have kids who will spend their total lives reveling within the particular love that has been lengthy shared between their mother and pop.

I knew you had been the one for the reason that day I met you, and every thing that has occurred between from time to time has solely strengthened this disposition. I additionally hope that your falling in love with me has chased away any negativity that up till that time might have been current in your life.

Historical past’s biggest poets and musicians have written a couple of love just like the one we share numerous instances, and I do know when all is alleged and achieved we might not have disillusioned them for even a second of our relationship. I like you drastically, expensive.

My life had modified in so many ways on the day I met you. For instance, the second you got here into my world, my long-term companion known as loneliness now not had a seat at my dinner desk. And what makes me happiest concerning the love we share is that I've been in a position to carry this identical pleasure into your life as effectively.

I'm sorry that issues haven't labored out precisely as we've deliberate. Nevertheless, I can’t start to specific how immensely proud I'm that our relationship has lasted this lengthy, even longer than that of any of our associates. So despite the fact that I do know you might be offended, I am hoping, certainly praying, that your displeasure won't go so far as to tempt you to truly finish our relationship. Doing so would take away all of the happiness I've on this world.

So in conclusion, please forgive your honeybun for generally appearing like such a knucklehead. Since assembly you, I've immediately develop into a happier, extra nice man however sadly not a extra clever one. I promise to by no means make such a silly mistake once more in my life nor ever offer you a purpose to doubt our love. In a method I'm even grateful to make such absent-minded errors now, in order that I can treatment them and be certain that our future shall be even happier than we each have imagined! I'll love you till the day I'm now not a part of the dwelling. I'm 100% sure of this as a result of I used to be born to be nobody else’s however yours.

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[the-travelling-witch]

So I’m staying on anon bc I’m taking a hiatus for now but I just had to say something about the whole situation you posted about

My ‘friend’ is exactly the same and I just don’t understand the reason. Like, you think I’m a certain way because I play a game? That’s like me judging you and saying judgemental things about how you don’t have a life because you play something I don’t like, it’s ridiculous.

I don’t get this whole ‘only p**os’ play the game - yes, there are some really weird fuckers who sexualise the children and the majority of the fan base doesn’t agree with it and also don’t condone it.

Like are people just hating Genshin because it’s popular? It’s got some serious in game issues, it’s not perfect, but most people just don’t have a reason

‘it’s an anime game’ okay, and? It’s not to your taste, so what? doesn’t mean it’s better or worse than another game.

‘it’s gacha’ so is every game that’s popular right now, especially fps - like don’t tell me otherwise when you’re opening loot boxes which is essentially the same thing as pulling for characters.

My ‘friend’ got so offended when I said Genshin was a game I could see him playing - because he likes chill games and personally Genshin can be quite relaxing, especially when you’re exploring for the first time !! And he likes grindy games and hey, Genshin is pretty grindy to make a good character build, but he just says these half assed insults similar to the one that guy you mentioned instead of actually giving it a chance.

I’m not a man hater or anything but some guys are just brainless. They think their opinion is superior and if you don’t agree, your opinion is ‘mid’ or a ‘bad take’ like we don’t always have to agree, just respect the things I like and I’ll respect your interests.

It really is not that hard

- bunny 🐰 ( hi hollyleaf I hope you’re having a nice day apart from this <33 )

sorry you had to experience something similar but at the same time, why judge someone by what they play or just because you don’t agree with that choice

as you said, genshin has some actual issues you could talk about but most people who want to hate on the game don’t even look that far but pick the few weirdos (whose voices are always the loudest somehow) and use them as low-hanging fruit to drag the game and its player base

also the term ‘anime’ is so broad; at the end of the day league (because the guy recommended that) is also an animated game+ the artworks/ designs of the characters aren’t that much more realistic (someone pointed out the proportions on especially the female characters and i don’t think i need to say much about that)

most loot box systems only give you cosmetics too, he even admitted he only gets skins and new champions, which is the same as genshin more or less, so why hate on gacha when it’s basically the same mechanics just under a term you don use?

honestly, i can see why you recommended it, i probably would’ve done the same (i have, in fact, recommended the game to someone before); pretty rude of this guy to insult your interest like this though, i hope you didn’t take it seriously

ugh, not the fucking ‘mid’ response, please get out of here and let people enjoy things, jesus fucking christ; you don’t have to justify yourself with me, i know you’re not a ‘man hater’ because i use common sense to deduce that these statements don’t directly translate to ‘all men’; as i like to say it’s not all and not only men, women can be accused of this too, for both of us it just happened to be a guy and that’s all there is to it

and you’re right, it’s not that hard

(i’m doing good and i was hardly bothered by it, i just wanted to share with the class; anyway, i hope you’re doing well yourself <3)

[the-travelling-witch]

sagau from my understanding is;

self aware genshin alternative universe

hope that helps !!

it does,, kinda jsjsh

i might have more questions than before but if i do ever write any of my creator! reader thoughts down, i’m just going to do some investigating on my own <3

[the-travelling-witch]

Just a few lil guys because I heard you weren’t feeling good 💞

Your writing is wonderful and you are wonderful, and I hope you feel better soon :)

awww look at all of them; i might as well have been hit by pyro because i’m melting and overloading <33

thank youuu >///< feedback on the fics itself has been a bit scarce lately (which is nothing i can fault anyone for, it’s not like i’m entitled to it or anything) and the survey really helped but i think it’s the stress from college that’s making me go crazy (+ i wasn’t all that proud of the last fics I’m the first place because they felt a little rushed)

wait a second, let me just… *holds up a mirror* you’re just as amazing and talented, i’m just hoping to help you see that <3

[the-travelling-witch]

I’m kicking my lil feet over here hsdjjjkjj I’m so honoured to be apart of that list 💞

and about you calling me honeybun- HGHHKKKJJKJ I LOVE IT PLEASE CALL ME THAT AAAAAAAA /)/////(\

of course you are!! you’re part of my gorgeous gorgeous moots after all ♡ your reaction makes me all giddy and smiley too yk~

you got it!!!

[the-travelling-witch]

hi hollyleaf 💞

It’s been a while, sorry it’s been a little stressful recently, but I hope you’re not overworking yourself !! I heard you worked later than usual, so stuck to your plan to not write and please rest !!

I hope the rest of your week is better, it sounded like you weren’t stressed but just in case, I hope things chill out for you :,)

- bunny

the nickname still has me kicking my feet like a lovesick school girl

hiii bun!! <333

there’s nothing to apologise for!! so far i’m sticking to it very well, i haven’t typed anything yet woo ㅠㅠ

the week’s not that much longer, so it shouldn’t be too hard; i just burned myself a hot minute ago, so things can only get more chill from here on out :’)

i hope things get more relaxed for you too!! >///<