#SURPRISEEEEEEE

[st4rbwrry]

    𝓢𝓞𝓕𝓣 𝓢𝓟𝓞𝓣, visuals.

sincerely, rick grimes. ❤︎

[gothoffspring]

baby's first tattoo set! I don't know what made me do this other than I really wanted some more simlish knuckle tattoos (it always leads back to simlish somehow) and it.. escalated into a full body endeavor. You can mix and match these, so they're not just full body! More previews, details and download under the cut! P.S: happy simblreen!!! (this KIND of counts because it has a spiderweb and plague doctor tattoo.. right??)

DETAILS:

these are tattoos for the masculine frame. I will absolutely be re-arranging some things and reuploading a fem frame version asap!

You can choose to pick which categories you'd like them to show up in (out of 4 different slots: upper chest, lower back, left upper arm and left lower arm) or download the merged package.

There are 54 swatches, with two different opacities for some swatches. I tried to give y'all as many combinations as possible, so there's just face tattoos, just chest, just arms, etc and then every single tattoo is also available individually. After calculating the math, that gives you... a fuck ton of combinations probably

for a full preview of all tattoos click HERE. I don't know why I made him naked, my brain did not realize I could show all of the tattoos with him in undies.... I blurred it i promise.

I will most likely never make tattoos again because this didn't spark joy BUT I am so happy with how these came out and I really hope y'all can get some use out of them. Please tag me or mention me if you use them so I can see!

CREDITS:

I definitely did not draw any of these tattoos. All credit goes to gold chain arts, tattoo_paine, maximumblack, woodcutter fonts, malflashtattoo, and simlish fonts found through franzillasims' masterpost right here.

thank you to the lovely and amazing jessie @bibliosims for testing!

also huge shoutout to @/vyxated for the perfect cas background and lighting, idk what i'd do without it now and the mirror background made taking this preview so easy! thank you so much!

DL:

IINDIVIDUAL: SFS / MF

MERGED: SFS / MF

@alwaysfreecc @mmfinds ❤️

[feral-ass-raccoon]

mildly off topic but i love the sort-of dynamic that scar and grian have this series??? like- they both have taken on a wanderer role, but the difference is scar knows this life. scar is returning to that life, the wandering outcast. he'll turn and face the sun, with no one truly beside him, and he'll smile because its a familiar loneliness.

meanwhile, grian is simply lost. this solo run, this wandering rogue life? this is unfamiliar, and lonely, and he doesn't know it like scar does. he looks for someone to be around because he can't bear this silence, and he finally gets it; the way scar felt during last life. grian and scar have been dealt similar hands, but scar has played the game before, and grian has not.

[bloodglucose]

my coworkers are so 🥹

[beomiracles]

OH WOW TTOCBG 😭😭😭 SURPRISE! 😭

heheheh yes :3 I kept it a surprise because I wasn't sure if I was gonna be able to finish it or not, BUT I DID !!!

[inkedwaters]

*    ⟢   betty estrada → @starlightfreed : ❝ guess maybe i am better off now that we don't talk. ❞

a brow lifts over the top of her mug, setting the steaming cup down to focus her attention entirely upon her friend. " betty... " she pauses, reaching across the space between them to settle her hand over the other girls. " there is no maybe about it. he didn't deserve you, plain and simple. and now look at you ! you are thriving, and he's just --- him ! no great achievement there for him ! " a rare, sly smirk crosses the corners of her lips, leaning in slightly, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. " i bet he thinks about you every single day. thinks about how hard he fumbled the lot when it came to you ! and now he has to live with that mistake forever, and you get to move on to bigger and far better things ! "

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

CHAPTER THREE OF THE READERBOT FIC IS UP!!! 8000+ words y'all, i hope u like readerbot having mental breakdowns bc this one is full of em

who am i kidding 'readerbot has a mental breakdown in the middle of a hallway whilst on the clock and isnt even getting paid for it' is just the theme of the fic at this point.

[cursivebloodlines]

[ hold on ] - lydia <3

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 | [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms | @overnightheartbeats

It’s not like Lydia to let a case get to her. She was normally stoic. Her ability to compartmentalise her emotions and bury them ten feet underground was a talent many wished they could master. But every now and again, certain cases will stand out and test to see just how long her cool composure could withstand.

The last few weeks had been one of those times. It was brutal – anyone with a heart, as much as Lydia often liked to claim she lacked, would be shook by the horrors one could suffer from. Why this one in particular? It was one she couldn’t answer, she had dealt with particularly horrific and tragic cases before. So why this one seemed to have hit a nerve… It had become a mystery to her, too.

Still, it plagued her mind. Lydia’s head filled to the brim of memories of attending the crime scene. Even in her dreams, her mind was invaded of hypothetical scenarios. Nightmares. She still continued on as normal, though she definitely didn’t feel like herself. She had to. She was fine. It would pass. It always did in the end. But she still felt different. She snapped more than she usually did (which was already a lot) or her mind drifted off every now and then, her brain flooded with too many thoughts that rendered her nauseous.

Aaron noticed. Of course he did. He was always one of those who noticed the slightest detail about her. It was both infuriating and yet one of the sweetest things, she couldn’t help but be glad for his steady, unwavering presence.

This time, it was over dinner. Lydia never meant to zone out. Really, she didn’t. It was normally quite easy to focus on Aaron, listened to whatever he had to say. She couldn’t remember and it wasn’t intentional. She could listen to him for hours and always wanted to hear the thoughts in his mind, whatever he wanted to talk about. She couldn’t remember what they were talking about before her mind wandered again. Her eyes glazed over as she idly twisted the spaghetti around her fork, but never bringing it to her lips Lydia’s focus had been on Aaron, nodding automatically even though she didn’t realise it. But her thoughts were raging, wondering. Who would be next? They still hadn’t caught who did this – would there be another case similar? There had to be. Would she be the one to attend the scene again? The thought made her blood run cold, colour vanishing from her face.

“Lydia?”

Someone was calling her name. But it was distant, she didn’t know whose voice it was but it felt familiar. But she couldn’t go. She had to do this. Had to focus. Heart thudding rapidly, skin feeling clammy…

Her name was repeated. Still, she couldn’t snap out of it.

It wasn’t until the familiar feel of someone’s hand resting on top of hers. Warm, soothing, a thumb sliding against her skin snapping her out of focus when he repeated her name a third time. His voice, more urgent. “Lyd?”

She was back in the room. Her eyes drifting up hesitantly to meet his concerned ones. She blinked a couple of times, adjusting to being back here in the room with him again. “Sorry, what?” Lydia forced a smile, cleared her throat. She couldn’t even focus now, having no idea what he was asking her. Probably if she was okay, or maybe even a joke about her having not touched her food despite playing with it for the last… maybe five minutes?

Despite whatever it was he said, she randomly said weakly, “I’m just not very hungry.” The next moment, she was up on her feet. Stiff yet shaky hands grappling the plate and the utensils, carrying it over to the counter. It slipped out of her grip, topping against it just about in one piece, though she noticed a few pieces of spaghetti dangling off the edge of the plate. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, the noise having startled her. The fact she was so clumsy when she was usually so careful. Aaron must have followed her because as soon as she turned around, he was right behind her. His hands rested on her shoulders, his touch so inviting she couldn’t pull away even if she wanted to.

“Case is still bothering you, isn’t it?”

Lydia couldn’t bring herself to admit it but she offered him a watery smile, her breath hitching in her throat. “I’m fine –” she attempted to assure him, but it was futile.

“Never said you wasn’t.” He didn’t miss a beat.

“But I don’t even know why… why this case in particular. Sure, it is awful what happened, but I have also dealt with worse in the past and I just think it’s absurd for my brain to keep going back to it and I think that…” the words were suddenly rushed out in one coherent gasp, speed amplifying right until it was making her dizzy. The next thing she knew, she was pulled into his loving embrace, his hands resting against her back, down to her waist, pulling her against him. Lydia buried her head against the fabric of his shirt, letting his scent envelope her senses as she just stopped talking and allowed herself to just breathe for a moment. She leaned into it, leaned into him. Her arms bracketed around his back, feeling the warmth radiating against her body. She needed nothing more just to be here, present with him as she let herself feel whatever conflicting, confusing feelings she had been and just be honest with both herself and him. How lucky she was to have him in her life. How lucky and grateful she was that he was still here for all of it. They just stood there like this, like nothing else in the world mattered more than this moment. It was just them and the sounds of them breathing and appreciating each other, staying in the moment.

She didn’t know whether it was seconds or minutes, but she didn’t want to retreat. Had it been anyone else, it may have been a different story. But she would make an exception for him. Lydia usually did – a list of exceptions now that they joked there weren’t any other exceptions to make these days.

“If this was your way to tell me to stop talking, it worked,” she mumbled against him with a quiet, feeble but genuine laugh after she finally calmed down (for now). “I think I needed it, though.” Lydia paused, swallowing thickly as she tilted her head to look up at him. “Thank you.”

[hellfire--cult]

WHAT IS THE FIC ABOUT?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boobies

[krystalmelodie]

Surpriseeeeeee (we all knew this was coming) 🤪 🧡💥🧨

Dynamight 3d mousepads are now available for preorder in my kofi shop!!! This features his pro-hero/timeskip design 🥰

PREORDERS CLOSE: July 6th, 2025

The plan is to have a bunch of these available at AX as well!!! Ill be at AA table G33! Please look forward to it 🫶♥️

Shop link

[darlingchronicles]

RHYTHM & REVELRY | SEASON 1 | EP 42

pairing; TALKSHOW HOST!FEM!READER X GUITARIST!JJ MAYBANK (SMAU)

summary; as a talk show co-host, topics such as gossip, rumors and scandals pop up left and right. when reader takes a small hit at the lead guitarist of 'surf junkies' in an episode, a whirlwind of events is gonna sweep her off her feet. that is...if the cameras don't catch it first

notes; inspired by @zyafics and her amazing SMAU

tags; SMAU, college au, fake-dating | masterlist

episodes; ep 41, ep 42, ep 43

darlinglore: I HAVE A SURPRISEEEEEEE (welcome to LOVE POTION: coming soon)

[bone-byrd]

you thought you were safe, but I actually have BRAINROT !!!!! AND IT WILL SPREAD LIKE A DISEASE !!!! more(!) fanart for this wonderful fic by @duhhtheyellowrose

SURPRISEEEEEEE

also a side note he's supposed look like. lowkey dead. dunno if that got across but the intent is what concerns me or something!

[catharinawrites]

Ride or Die

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 2K

Summary: Your a law student who's been overlooked by her dad and wants to make a change to her life. It just so happened that there is this bar with a very good looking owner who seems to be impressed by your defense skills.

a/n: surpriseeeeeee another chapter today! let me know what you think :)

Previous chapter: Chapter 2: ''This is a bad idea''

Chapter 3: ''you’re Stark’s kid?''

The moment his lips had left yours, reality had crashed back in like a tidal wave. 

You and Bucky crossed a line. A dangerous, irreversible line.

The bar was empty, except for Sam wiping down tables on the far side, pretending not to see anything. Your heart was still racing, your breath shallow and the warmth of Bucky’s touch lingered on your waist. 

His eyes were locked onto yours, heavy with something that sent shivers down your spine. You should’ve pulled away, stepped back and put some distance between you, but neither of you moved. 

Bucky exhaled, his hand twitching against your side before finally letting go. ‘’You should go home’’ he muttered, his voice rough.

You arched a brow, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. ‘’You kicking me out?’’ 

He shook his head, stepping back as if putting space between you would undo what just happend. ‘’I’m saying you need to think about this’’ 

You tilted your head. ‘’And you don’t?’’ 

His lips quirked in a humorless smile. ‘’Oh, doll, I’ve been thinking about this since the moment you stepped foot in my bar’’ 

You didn’t know what to say to that. There was a storm brewing in his eyes, something dark and conflicted, something you weren’t sure if you should be running from or running towards. 

Before you could respond, the sound of a phone buzzing snapped the tension in half. Bucky pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen and his expression hardened instantly. 

‘’Work’’ he said curtly, already shifting back into business mode. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow.’’ 

You hesitated but nodded, grabbing your things, waving Sam goodbye and heading out. The cold night hit you like a rock, clearing some of the haze clouding your mind. As you walked home, one thought refused to leave you: 

This was only the beginning. 

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The next day, you went about your usual routine- studying in the afternoon, then heading to the bar in the evening. But everything felt different. 

Bucky wasn’t there when you arrived, and Nat was het usual observant self, throwing you knowing glances even time you looked even slightly distracted. 

‘’So’’ she finally said, sliding a shot of tequila in your direction. ‘’You wanna tell me what’s got you al dazed and dreamy?’’ 

You scoffed. ‘’I’m not dreamy’’ 

Nat smirked ‘’Your something’’ 

You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything, taking a sip of the tequila. 

‘’Barnes was acting real weird this morning’’ she continued, pretending to clean a glass. ‘’Real quiet, broody. More than usual’’

You ignored the way your stomach flipped. ‘’Maybe he just had a lot on his plate.’’ 

Nat hummed, unconvinced. ‘’Or maybe something happend last night’’ 

You raised a brow. ‘’And if something did?’’ 

She leaned in with a grin. ‘’Then I’d tell you to be careful’’ 

You scoffed again then smiled at her ‘’You sound like him’’ 

Nat’s grin widened. ‘’Oh, sweets. That’s how you know you’re in trouble’’

Before you could respond, the bar door opened, and Bucky walked in. His presence was immediate, commanding like the room adjusted to accommodate him. 

Your eyes met, and for a second, you saw something flicker in his expression- something unspoken. But then is was gone, masked by his usual scoff. 

‘’Boss man’s back’’ Sam muttered from behind you. ‘’Try not to drool’’

You shot him a glare but he only smirked, walking away. 

The night carried on as usual, but the tension between you and Bucky sudderd beneath the surface. Every glance, every stolen moment when you caught him staring, adding only fuel to the fire. 

But the night took a turn when the bar was nearly closing. 

A group of unfamiliar bikers walked in, their presence instantly shifting the energy in the bar. You recognized their patches- Rumlow’s crew. 

Your grip tightened around the bottle you were holding. Nat noticed and leaned in. ‘’Stay close’’. She murmured. 

Bucky had clocked them the moment they entered. He pushed away from the bar where he had been leaning his expression stone cold. Steve appeared at his side like clockwork, both of them exuding authority. 

Rumlow himself wasn’t there, but the guys he sent were enough to make your skin crawl. 

One of them, a tall broad shoulders man with a scar running down his cheek approached the bar and flashed you a greasy smile. ‘’Hey there, sweetheart’’ 

You didn’t react, merely setting down a glass and raising a brow. ‘’You ordering or wasting my time?’’ 

Bucky watched you and couldn’t help but smile to himself. You were definitely something.

The guys chuckled, glancing at his buddies. ‘’Feisty, I like that’’ 

Sam moved closer to you ‘’We’re closing soon’’ 

‘’Relax man’’ Scarface drawled ‘’Just having a drink, ain’t that right sweetheart’’ 

You didn’t answer, but your grip on the counter tightens

That’s when Bucky spoke. “You got business here?”

The tension snapped tight. The bikers turned their attention to him, their expressions shifting.

Scarface smirked. “Just getting to know your new girl, Barnes.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “She’s not yours to know.”

That response had your stomach flipping.

Scarface seemed amused. “That right?”

Bucky stepped forward, his presence a warning. “Leave.”

For a second, you thought the guy was going to push back. But then he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, Barnes. We’re just being friendly.”

He threw you one last lingering glance before turning away, leading his crew out of the bar.

As soon as they were gone, the tension in the room eased, but you were still buzzing with adrenaline.

“You, okay?” Nat asked quietly.

You nodded, glancing at Bucky. His fists were still clenched, his jaw tight.

“I should go,” you murmured, setting down your rag.

Bucky turned to you, his expression unreadable. “I’ll walk you.”

You hesitated but nodded. The walk home was silent at first, the cool night air doing little to calm the fire still burning inside you.

“You shouldn’t engage with guys like that,” Bucky finally said.

You glanced at him. “I can handle myself.”

He exhaled. “I know. Doesn’t mean I want you to have to.”

Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten.

You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Bucky, what are we doing?”

He looked at you, something raw and conflicted in his gaze. “Something we probably shouldn’t.”

You swallowed. “And do you want to stop?”

A muscle in his jaw jumped. “No.”

Neither did you.

Without thinking, you reached for him, fingers curling around his jacket. He didn’t hesitate, closing the distance and pulling you into another searing kiss.

This was reckless. This was dangerous.

And you couldn’t stop.

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The past few days had settled into a rhythm—working at The Howling Wolf and exchanging glances with Bucky that burned hotter than they should. The tension between you both crackled like a live wire, unspoken but impossible to ignore. Whatever was happening between you wasn’t just a passing flirtation. It was something deeper.

Tonight, however, wasn’t about the bar. It was about something bigger.

Bucky and Steve had left early, telling you nothing. You hadn’t asked, but their secrecy gnawed at you. Something was going on beneath the surface of their operations, something beyond serving drinks and breaking up the occasional bar fight.

What you didn’t know was that they were at your father’s house—sitting in his office, discussing the one thing that had been poisoning the city for months—the incoming drug shipments.

Tony Stark leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he eyed Bucky and Steve across his expansive mahogany desk. He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. “These shipments aren’t slowing down. In fact, they’re only getting bigger. I’ve done what I can to keep the heat off you two, but this needs to stop—permanently.”

Steve nodded, arms crossed. “We’ve intercepted three of their transports already, but they’re adapting. They’re bringing in more men, better security.”

Bucky, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “Rumlow and Zemo are getting desperate. They’re bleeding money. If we hit their next major shipment, we cripple them. We force them to rethink their entire operation.”

Tony’s gaze flickered between the two men, jaw tightening. “Fine. But it must be clean. No unnecessary blood, no cops, no collateral.”

Bucky smirked. “We’re not amateurs, Stark.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”

As the conversation continued behind closed doors, you found yourself walking down the familiar hallway of your father’s house. You hadn’t expected him to be home this early, but something had drawn you inside. Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was pure coincidence. Either way, you were here now.

And then you saw them.

Through the slightly open office door, your father sat across from Steve and Bucky, their faces serious, their voices low. The sight made your stomach tighten. Your father—the powerful, respected lawyer—having a private meeting with two bikers? The same bikers you worked for. The same biker you had kissed just days ago and were starting to fall in love with.

Your blood ran cold.

Your dads sharp gaze flicked toward the door and locked onto yours. Recognition flashed across his features. His jaw clenched slightly, but he didn’t react otherwise. Bucky and Steve, unaware of your presence, continued their conversation.

Heart pounding, you took a step back, careful not to make a sound. You needed answers. And you weren’t leaving until you got them.

Whatever was happening here, it was bigger than you had ever imagined.

And now, you were right in the middle of it.

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You needed answers.

Instead of confronting them right away, you forced yourself to keep walking, moving silently through the hallway. If you stayed any longer, your dad would know you had been eavesdropping. And that wasn’t a risk you were willing to take—not yet.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze. By the time you made it back to your apartment, your mind was still reeling.

What the hell was Bucky Barnes doing in a business meeting with your father?

The Tony Stark you knew had always operated on the right side of the law—at least, that’s what he led everyone to believe. He had spent his life as one of the city’s most high-profile attorneys, a man with power and influence, someone who was respected and feared in equal measure. And yet, tonight, you had seen something different.

You had seen him working with criminals.

You pulled out your phone, debating whether to call him or not. But what would you even say? Hey Dad, mind telling me why you’re cutting deals with the same men you’d normally have arrested?

No. You needed more information before you made a move.

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The next night at The Howling Wolf was busier than usual. The usual crowd of bikers, drifters, and locals had packed into the bar, the scent of whiskey and leather thick in the air. You tried to focus on work, pouring drinks and keeping the conversations light, but your mind was elsewhere.

Bucky hadn’t been around much tonight. He was upstairs in his office again, likely handling more of whatever business he and Steve had been talking about the night before. Every time you caught a glimpse of the door at the top of the stairs, your stomach twisted.

Sam noticed your distraction. He leaned against the bar beside you, crossing his arms. “Alright, spill it. What’s got you looking like you’ve seen a ghost?”

You hesitated. Sam was the kind of guy who could read people a little too well. 

“Just tired,” you lied.

He didn’t look convinced. “Uh-huh. And I’m the King of Wakanda.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could reply, the sound of heavy boots descending the stairs caught your attention. Bucky.

He walked into the bar, his presence commanding as always. His blue eyes scanned the room before they landed on you. For a moment, the rest of the world faded, the noise of the bar dimming as you locked eyes. The air between you crackled, full of the unspoken words and unacknowledged tension that had been growing since the night of your kiss.

You swallowed hard. Now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way around the bar and intercepted him near the back hallway, where the noise of the crowd wouldn’t reach.

“Bucky,” you said, keeping your voice steady.

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s up, doll?”

You hesitated for half a second before lowering your voice. “I saw you last night. At my father’s house.”

Something flickered in his eyes—surprise, maybe, but it was quickly masked. 

���And?”

“And you were having a meeting with him. I want to know why.”

Bucky exhaled slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. “It’s complicated.”

“That’s not an answer.”

A new voice cut in before Bucky could respond.

“Wait.”

Steve had appeared beside Bucky, arms crossed over his chest. His brows furrowed as he stared at you. “Your father?”

You frowned. “Yeah. Tony Stark. Why?”

Bucky and Steve exchanged a look—one filled with genuine shock.

“Holy shit,” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“You mean to tell me,” Steve started slowly, as if piecing it together, “that you’re Stark’s kid?”

The confusion in their expressions threw you off. “You didn’t know?”

“Hell no,” Bucky said, shaking his head. “We thought you were just a bartender trying to make a living. Not his daughter.”

The realization settled over all of you. The secrecy, the hesitation, the way Bucky had refused to talk—it suddenly made sense.

“Does Tony know you work here?” Steve asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t think he knows… about you two. At least, I didn’t think he did.”

Bucky let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Well, shit. That complicates things.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What the hell is going on, Bucky?”

He sighed, rubbing his jaw before finally meeting your gaze again. “Tomorrow night. My place. I’ll explain everything.”

You hesitated. Was this really a good idea? You weren’t sure. But you also knew you weren’t going to let this go.

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’ll be there.”

Bucky and Steve exchanged another glance, something unspoken passing between them. Then, without another word, Bucky turned and walked away, leaving you standing in the dimly lit hallway, heart pounding, mind racing.

Tomorrow, you’d get the truth.

Or at least, you hoped you would.

[ning-ningx300]

Ninggggggggg I want 2 jump off a cliff plz motivate me 2 write man

WAHHHHHHH U CAME HERE?! WHAT A SURPRISEEEEEEE 😭

NUARR DONT JUMP OFF!!! D:

U CAN DO ITTTT GAHHH AND THEN WHEN YOU COMPLETE WRITINGGGGG I WILL GIVE YOU CHOCOS AND COOKIES!!!

U GOT THISS!!!! GOOOOO AND WRITE NOW!!!!!

[poisonmexicanagirl]

BABY SURPRISEEEEEEE 🥹 I got you some stuff that I knew you’d love! all of your favorites! (well some of hehehe)

Wayne Gave me these to give to you 😞 you’re welcome (SIGH MAN)

BABYYYYYYYYYYY 😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈💋💋💋💋💋💕💕💕💕💕🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO FUCKING GODDAMN MUCH OMGGGGGGGG MY MAN MY BABY MY ANGEL AWWWWW I LOVE YOUUUUUUU AND I LOVE ALL OF THIS MY CHIPS MY DUTCH BROS HELLO KITTY AND POCHACCO OMGGGGGG 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭🤭🥺🥺🥺😇😇😇

You’re literally the best husband and best friend ever omg like- I feel like crying you’re so fucking sweet and you freaking know meeeeee omg I love being your pretty girl, your beautiful Latina woman, your princess, your baby, your sweet girl omggg 🥹🥹💕💕❤️❤️

And tell Wayne I said thanks hehehehehe I love the pics they’re going right in the Polaroid box my cutie baby so handsome 🤭🤭🙈🙈🥰🥰💕💕💋💋

[worldlxvlys]

OMG WAIT YOURE BACK HOWD I MISS THAT

surpriseeeeeee