#11:04pm

[blue-butblooming]

I wish that I could say I didn’t miss you. But I just can’t say that, can I? I know I miss you. And the worst part is that you hate my whole profession. You hate everything I stand for and what I love. I love my career and everything I do for those children and you can’t stand them. You made as much clear. But… still I can’t deny that I was once in love. And that, at the time, was enough. Except it isn’t now. And while I know I am happier without you, I can’t help but wonder. I can’t help but wonder if we could have loved each other forever. And it’s not like I think you’re some terrible person. I guess I’m so far past that now that it doesn’t really matter what I used to think. We all have our shit, and I am so far beyond caring at this point. But I do still wish I was over you. I wasted so much fucking time being in love with you and I’ve wasted even more time trying to get over you. I loved you, once. I might even still love you. But I think after everything, it’s best that we’re not still in each other’s lives. I couldn’t be the shoulder to cry on or the person to hold you up and it wouldn’t have been fair for me to ask you to be mine.

Someday, mercifully, all of this will be over.

But for now, for now I guess I’ll continue to miss you.

Know that I am rooting for you from afar, and that I want nothing but good things for you. Someday, those things will come. I know they will.

And they’ll come for me too.

Love,

Nadie.

[ultravioletrayz]

OH SHIT HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY TO THE BLOG!!

[infinite-protagonist]

hai

merry almost christhmas

:3

“It's 56 minutes until Christmas.... I need to sleep.”

[easypeasylindyvesey]

alright i’m gonna be rational & stay up until the next goal is scored

[i23kazu]

G'DEVENIN DASH !!! <3

[venus-vixen42]

Decided to give scheduling posts a try :]

There's much discussion on the unconditional love a parent has for a child, and perhaps it really is something not truly understood until experienced. There's rational understanding of course, practical, but that doesn't fill it all in. Anyways, as you can tell, this one's about the experience being on the other end of it.

Dear $tarz, I hope y'all have at least someone in your life that has such care for you, or one day will if not. At the very least, care for yourself so. You deserve it ♡

[azialways]

pretty little psycho!

yandere!mc x canon!ronin

warnings: swearing, canon typical violence & gore, ronin being ronin, suggestive ish, dirty talk ish

thank you to the people of the roserot discord for the help, writers block is a bitch even if you’re hyperfixating 🙏🙏

1366 words :)

fuck Y/N was tired. tired of people getting in their way, tired of girls trying to take him from them. However, they didn’t mind the blood, after all, red was his color; and god did he wear it well. Every kill reminded Y/N of Ronin, his voice, his face, the way his tongue piercing would flick out when he licked his lips. Fuck, it was hot. He was hot. But what they didn’t like was when he’d talk about some other girl he’d see in his favorite coffee shop, or on the streets.

“He shouldn’t love other girls, he should love ME” Y/N would think. They were what some would call obsessed, others psychotic…and in a way, she was both. The word “Yandere” would come up, and it aligned with her.

“someone who displays an obsessive and possessive love for their love interest, sometimes resorting to violence or other extreme behaviors to maintain control or prevent them from being with anyone else”

sounds about right, doesn’t it?

Valentine’s day was coming up, meaning Y/N had to get Ronin a gift.

Ding!

1 notification from goreboy

goreboy 11:04PM

hey, Wyd darlin’

y/un 11:06PM

thinking about you?

goreboy 11:09PM

awe, Such a Flatterer, ain’t Ya?

well Don’t get too Caught up, princess. Ya might just Miss me Too much

————————————————————

They had an idea. One he should LOVE

What’s more romantic than carving into the heart of one of the girls he talked about, and then gifting it to him! They did save one for a special occasion after all. The heart of this bitch named Lauren, some girl at the coffee shop he frequented.

They took it from their freezer, they put it in a tupperware container, of course. Can’t have her meats getting mixed with the blood and yucky stuff. They then grabbed a small tool and etched “Y/N + R ❤️” into the right ventricle, then etched more tiny hearts around it. Cute, right?

They then spray painted a box they had in bright red, and drew a little note saying “To Ronin” in their neat handwriting. They put the freezer box in the box, obviously didn’t want him to smell the organ smell if it began to rot…they had respect.

Their next idea was to leave the box in his Purgatory, aka his favorite alley, and watch his reaction. If it was good, maybe they’d pop out and kiss him, or something.

Ding!

2 messages from goreboy

goreboy 11:49PM

well Well well, leaving Me without A response?

how Very unlike You…

y/un 11:52PM

im a busy person, ronin.

you seem desperate for my attention.

goreboy 11:55PM

heh, You’re cute.

bet You wish I was x

y/un 11:58PM

maybe I do.

btw, if you plan on staying up…i might be dropping a little gift off for you in purgatory

how about it? early vday present for my fav crowbar killing serial?

goreboy 00:02AM

as long As you Plan on getting Me something on the Actual day

but I’ll gladly Take a gift from you Anyday, sweetheart.

y/un 00:05AM

well, good news. I just dropped it. corner under the bench.

goreboy 00:08AM

and You don’t plan on Gracing me with your presence?

just when I thought id Get to see you

gotta Keep a man On his toes, i Get it

y/un 00:11AM

maybe i do, guess you’ll have to find out ;)

Y/N then put their phone away, sitting by the bushes, hiding away from him. She heard footsteps, and recognized the red hair instantly. He arrived quickly, showed he was somewhat eager, or curious. Y/N watched as he looked around; was it for them? or was it for any cops. Probably both. He grabbed the box, sitting down on the bench.

“To Ronin.” He read, his voice soft enough to hear from their distance, but not super loud.

He opened the box, seeing the box inside. He was confused for a moment, then he opened it and gasped slightly.

“Shiiiit. Fuck, Y/N you’re crazy.” He spoke softly, his thumb running over the carving of their initials.

“God. What a pretty little psycho that one is…”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He put it back in the box, sealing it away like the best gift he’s ever had.

“They did say they’d rip the aorta out.” He sighed.

“God they’re fucking crazy, but I love it.” He mumbled.

This was it, the moment to pop out.

“Yeah? You think so?”

Ronin jumped slightly, grabbing his crowbar, but then relaxed. “Jesus Christ, Y/N…you fucking scared me. Thought you were a cop or somethin’”

“Me? A cop? You wound me, baby.” They walked over to him, this lovesick look in their eyes.

“Well. Ya never know, do you?”

They just chuckled, walking close, their hand crawling up his chest. “Did ya like my gift? You wanted me to cut the aorta out…but I wanted to give you a heart for valentines…to represent me giving my heart to you…”

“Well well…guess someone’s got the hots for me after all…” He teased, his hands going up to their waist. “And let the devil strike me down if I said I didn’t love it…sweetheart.”

He then put his crowbar down with the box, pinning you against the wall of the alleyway. “It was hot, honestly. The thought of you…my little writer darling…carving someone up for me? Goddamn…the thoughts it puts in my head.” He groaned softly, then his hand went to the back of Y/N’s head, holding that hair.

“Have you done anything else for me…hm? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the fact that every girl or guy i’ve had hit on me has just…miraculously disappeared…did you? Cmon baby, it’s me. I’m smarter than that.” He chuckled, his finger tracing their jaw before forcing them to look at him.

“you killed them, didn’t you?”

Y/N just nodded, looking up to him with those eyes that just begged. They weren’t sure what you were begging for, but you were.

“say it for me baby. say “I killed them for you, Ronin.” Yeah?” He spoke sharply, almost ordering them to.

“I did it. I killed them. I cut em up…bashed their brains out…cut the guy’s dicks off…all for you!” They spoke, completely enamored, completely in their head.

“My oh my…what a vicious animal you are, darlin…what have I made you into…i’ve corrupted the pretty little writer into an obsessed monster.” He chuckled, his hand gripping their waist tight.

“But fuck me, it’s hot. The idea of me corrupting you…the devil turning the perfect angel into a fallen one like he once was…god Y/N it’s a beautiful thought.”

He spoke softly, his voice taking a lulling tone as he leaned in, whispering the words in their ear like the softest, yet sexiest melody.

“It’s poetic, no?” He then moved out, his gaze flicking to their lips. He leaned in, their lips grazing for a moment. Y/N yearned for it, they moved in, but when Ronin moved out, denying them that touch…it drove them even crazier.

“Ah ah, not yet darlin, not yet.” He spoke, bringing his finger to their lips, and then they placed a gentle kiss on his fingertip.

“Blood.” They commented.

“Correct. I had just done a killing when you texted. See how I’d just drop it all for you…?”

“Mmm.”

“C’mere darlin.” He mumbled against their lips, finally connecting them for a mere moment. “Dancin’ with the devil, look at you…” He chuckled, then going to kiss them for real. Their lips connected, a soft moan escaping Y/Ns lips at the initial contact. It only got more heated as the kiss lasted longer; Y/N pressed against the wall, his hands gripping their waist for dear life, the metal of his tongue piercing cooling their lips…the tangy, metallic taste of blood on his lips, it was all deranged, yet poetic.

The love they had was messed up on so many levels, but that’s how it was around these parts, when a crime writer meets a serial killer, falls in love, then becomes a killer? It’s like Harley Quinn and the Joker in their own twist…and Y/N would be the queen to his king any day.

[fayes-fics]

Moments: 'Twas The Nights Before Christmas...

Moments Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: It’s Christmas, and once again, the Bridgerton clan are gathering at Aubrey Hall to celebrate together. However, all Benedict can think about is conceiving a fifth child... if only he and his wife can get a moment of privacy.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, breeding kink. Fluff & humour, thwarted intimacy, kids being kids, Viscounts being Viscounts.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: Sorry this is about 2 weeks late, but here is the latest festive one-shot for Moments. It is set 6 years after the main story/their marriage and is based on an idea from the lovely @colettebronte (Request: Benedict and Reader want some adult alone time but keep getting interrupted/foiled because of holidays, family, and SO MANY KIDS), who also beta read an early version. I hope you all enjoy <3

23rd December, 11:04pm

“Was your evening agreeable, Mrs Bridgerton?” His voice is silky as he trails hot kisses down your throat.

“You know it was,” you reply, hand sinking into his lush hair, directing his lips where you want them as he smirks knowingly against your skin. He always enjoys it when you lead him, pushing into his warm body, clad only in a white ruffled shirt and trousers.

This is you finding a moment of intimacy with your husband as you get ready for bed in your guest room in Aubrey Hall. It’s two days before Christmas, and the entire Bridgerton clan have gathered at the family’s country seat to celebrate the holiday, a large house now packed with many children. You and Benedict are here with your brood of four.

Just as your fingers toy with the buttons on his shirt and his land on the bow of your gown…

“Mummy, I cannot sleep,” a little voice cuts in from across the room.

You twist around to see your youngest, two-year-old Thomas, standing in the doorway, his little fist clinging to the door handle at head height. 

“One moment, lovely,” you call, watching him nod drowsily and toddle back into the adjoining nursery. 

You bury your forehead into Benedict’s shoulder, knowing the possible romantic interlude is lost but unwilling to admit it out loud.

“Why do you have to be so damn handsome?” you grouse.

You feel his quiet laugh quaking his body as much as you hear it. “Thank you, my love. But that seems a non sequitur to this particular dilemma?”

“Quite the contrary,” you counter, raising your head. “We would not have these offspring interrupting us if I could resist you,” you sigh, shooting him a mock pout.

He breaks into a full belly laugh that creases his whole face. “How about I deal with the children I am responsible for, and you get some well-deserved rest, hmm?” he suggests chivalrously, nuzzling your cheek.

“You know, such wonderous things make me open to persuasion about more children, Mr Bridgerton,” you jest lightheartedly, swatting his bicep playfully.

His responding chuckle is rich. “Why do you think I do it, Mrs Bridgerton?” he hums, his lips grazing your temple, his flirtatious tone causing that flutter low in your belly. He has been quite enthused by the idea of a fifth child for a while now.

“Mummyyyyyy,” Thomas reappears at the door, his tone more whiney this time.

“You get Daddy this time, Thomas,” Benedict responds over your shoulder, releasing his hold on you, walking over to the doorway and hauling his infant son into his arms. “I hope I prove an acceptable substitute; Mummy needs to rest. Now, how about a Christmassy bedtime story…?” 

Before he disappears into the nursery, Benedict shoots you a devoted but heated look that makes you want to strip him bare.

—

24th December, 7:14am

“Good morning, beautiful,” Benedict breathes into your ear as you awaken. 

Last you remember, when you stirred in the early hours, you were alone in the bed. You had padded to the nursery and clutched your chest at the sight of Benedict, and the little ones all curled up on a mass of pillows and blankets on the fireplace rug, just visible in the ember glow, an open book in his hand. After a few beats of staring at the adorable pile of sleeping Bridgertons, you closed the door quietly and snuck back to bed. He must have awoken at some subsequent point and joined you.

“Good morning,” your reply is scratchy from sleep, burrowing back into your husband's embrace, reluctant to throw off the covers just yet.

“I think I would like to persuade you this morning…” his opening gambit as his hand slides down over your thin silk nightgown, rucking the hem up your thighs.

“To do what?” you obfuscate, an unseen smile toying on your lips. You know precisely what he refers to, but you want to see how he will broach it.

“I do believe you may be amenable to more children, my love,” he rumbles into the nape of your neck, dropping a kiss there as his warm fingertips swirl on your thigh.

“Am I?” you feign ignorance, that smile growing wider, a flush spreading through your being at how your husband can be when babymaking is on the cards. “But this is not a family wedding, and that is your usual milieu,” you tease, flipping over to capture a brief, chaste kiss.

“A family gathering is close enough,” he counters over your lips, then swallows your noise of bemused derision with a passionate kiss that has you arching up and pulling him on top of you as your tongues tangle.

“IS IT CHRISTMAS?!?” 

Amelia barges through the nursery door, a ball of enthusiasm and jumping excitement.

“I thought I locked that blasted door...” Benedict grumbles tacitly over your cupid's bow as you giggle.

“Not today, Amelia, that is tomorrow,” you respond placatingly, turning your head to look at her and stroking your husband’s arm as he sighs deeply into your neck, knowing your intimate moment is gone.

Your tiny entertainer climbs onto the bed as your husband rolls away defeated, a triumphant look on her face as she claims a prime spot among her favourite audience, her parents. 

Isobel then appears in the nursery doorway holding Thomas’ hand. “It is only fair we get to join too,” she appeals.

“Fine, yes, come join us, my sweet,” Benedict calls genially if a touch reluctant.

“I brought the story, Daddy,” Isobel adds as all three settle between you, handing over the book he had been reading the previous night. “I thought you and Mummy could read the rest to us; we do so need to know how it ends, do we not…?”

Amelia and Thomas nod along, enthused, and you have the creeping suspicion your children have somehow conspired to get their way. Especially when eldest James wanders in and casually perches at the end of the bed, a lopsided smirk identical to Benedict’s as he pointedly gestures for you both to begin reading.

“I do believe we may have been hoodwinked by our children,” you sidebar quietly to your husband as he opens the book to locate where he had left off.

“I suspect so,” he responds sotto voce, but there is such contentment in his tone as he surveys the gaggle of children filling your bed—you just know he could not be any happier about it.

—

24th December, 9:57pm

You are taking some fresh air on the terrace after another busy family day, rounded off with a convivial dinner when strong arms wrap around your middle.

“The children are in bed, sleeping this time. Should we resume our plans?” he rumbles as he pulls you back into his solid frame.

You scoff bemused. “Here on the terrace? Where any of the family could wander out?” 

“You didn't seem to mind all those years ago when you were pregnant with Isobel,” he points out, both of your eyes cutting off to the pillar where, indeed, you had taken your husband into your mouth right there after the family Christmas dinner.

“You cannot hold me responsible for my behaviour when I am pregnant; you know how I get,” you shoot back, lacing your fingers with his hand at your waist and swaying gently.

“Oh, I think it simply delightful. Why do you think I want you pregnant again, my love? Hmmm? We could take a walk somewhere. Perhaps the woods?” His voice is low and skitters over your collarbone pitched at that cadence he knows always makes you weak.

“‘Tis late December and close to freezing,” you point out feebly, your reticence ebbing as his warm lips land on your shoulder, right by the neckline of your dress.

“I will keep you warm,” he vows, sucking your skin insistently, a damp heat that invariably ignites a flame in your gut.

“You are so very persuasive, husband,” you mutter, pushing your bottom back against the nascent swelling in his britches and guiding one of his hands from your waist up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles.

“I do so enjoy persuading you,” he purrs before opening his mouth wider and gently grazing the edge of his teeth over your flesh, your arm reaching up to wrap around his neck, grinding back against him insistently now and sucking his fingertips into your mouth.

“Benedict! I was wonde….” the Viscount’s voice rings out.

Anthony bustles onto the terrace but stops short at the sight of you both in an ardent cinch. You immediately slide away from your husband but know it’s too late, both of your clothing slightly dishevelled and a bloom on the top of your collarbone from your husband’s zealous attentions, your saliva glistening on Benedict's fingers.

“Sorry…”Anthony stumbles, his cheeks heating at the obvious interruption.

“I apologise, my lord,” you lower your head, embarrassed.

“Perhaps it would be wise to keep your… amorous activities… to more private spaces,” he chastises gently, recovering. 

“Was that not you and Kate I saw against the stable wall yesterday?” Benedict challenges, wrapping his arm around your waist, defiantly pulling you back into him, his tone full of sibling goading.

Anthony flushes claret red. “Well… I…” You can feel Benedict smirking as his older brother flounders. “That is no matter. But I wish to discuss something with you if you do not mind,” he finishes pointedly with a brusque nod, firmly changing the topic.

Sensing there is something Anthony would like to broach now, you twist your head to whisper to Benedict. “It sounds as if it would be best you do as your brother wishes, my love. We will resume later, I promise,” you pledge, your voice intentionally laden.

“I do believe you are right, as ever,” he concurs reticently, squeezing your waist. “I shall see you anon,” his whisper thrillingly auspicious.

—

25th December, 2:17am

“Do you think the Viscount will mind?” You murmur, your lips on his ear as you rise and fall. Pressing yourself into him as much as possible.

“That we are fucking in his dining room in the dead of night?” Benedict checks, his hands banded around your waist, encouraging your movements. The moonlight streams through the large windows, throwing everything into sharp relief, the room bathed in streaks of light and shadow. 

You giggle and gently teeth the shell of his ear, slightly breathy with exertion. “Yes.” 

“Yes, I think he will mind,” he chuckles, splaying his large hand wide, hooking his thumb onto your clit even as his fingers crest your hips. It makes you groan loudly, your hardened nipples dragging against his chest, adding to the sensation as you ride his cock. “But I say this is apt payback for his interruption earlier. So make all the noise you want, darling.”

“He can watch for all I care,” you stutter, leaning away from him and grasping the large, sturdy banquet table behind your back, using it as leverage to fuck him harder.

Benedict groans at the idea you would fuck him even with an audience. His eyes are on your face as you look down, watching his solid cock disappear inside you by the pale glow of the room. It’s a sight you always enjoy, feeling him push you open inside as you sink. 

“Do you like what you see?” He murmurs his voice buttery, his thumb on your clit circling more insistently now.

You tear your eyes away from the hypnotic sight and raise your head to meet his hooded, amorous gaze. “Always,” you affirm. 

It’s a daring thing to do in the early hours of Christmas Day while the rest of the gathered Bridgerton clan sleeps. But after two days of thwarted intimacy, this was almost inevitable.  

You had retired as Anthony detained Benedict in his study discussing business matters. However, you awoke thirsty sometime after midnight and came downstairs for a drink. Benedict had followed soon after and found you—sipping a glass of water and staring out across the moonlit grounds. 

One kiss led to another and another, and then you were both peeling off nightwear. The look on his face as you pushed him into a dining chair and straddled his lap was priceless. And now here you are. Riding him with your feet hooked onto the crossbar of the chair gives you the leverage you need to go so hard that the sturdy chair squeaks in objection.

He utters words of encouragement as you tighten your arms around him and sit back upright, wanting to feel all his skin against yours.

“What shall we call this child?” he murmurs. “Perhaps Joy as it is Christmas?” 

“We cannot conceive a child here!” you protest huskily, even as an excited quiver wracks your frame, so very needy after so many denied attempts at intimacy since you arrived. 

“Oh yes, we bloody can,” he growls and surges his hips upwards, his cock grazing so deep you go limp at the sensation of being plundered so thoroughly.

“What if it is a boy?” you gasp as he takes over, his grip on your hips vicelike as he lifts you and then pulls you back down into his lap in forceful strokes.

“Noel, of course,” he chimes, jubilant, not missing a beat with his movements.

You just nod weakly, too drunk on the sensations coursing in your body to disagree. His mouth is back on that same spot he bothered earlier, no doubt leaving a dark mark you already know he won't care for you to conceal. He loves it when you bear his love bites, even in front of his family. 

“Unhook your feet,” he mumbles, and as you do so, he stands up, still buried inside you and lays your back upon the table.

Then it's a blur of swallowed moans and dewy skin as he fucks you hard, your nails scraping down his back as his hands band under your shoulders, tugging your whole being down onto his cock relentlessly, the table now squeaking louder than the chair had.

You babble a litany of encouraging words into his hair and hold on tight, your heels digging into his rear, skating the edge of that enthralling abyss that is so addictive. 

“Come for me, my love,” he pleads, those fingers back between your bodies, catching your clit. And then you are away, breaking and tumbling over the edge, trying desperately to muffle your ecstatic cries, face buried in his neck as your whole body spasms and bliss radiates out from where you clench hard around his cock. 

His movements become erratic, and his grasp on you so tight before he growls and freezes, a groan wracking his body, his seed spilling deep inside as you still float away, writhing under him as he pins you down.

And, a few minutes later, after re-dressing, you both creep back upstairs to your room, giggling and wrapped in each other's arms, grateful it seems no one has stirred (yes, not even a mouse) on this magical night before Christmas.  

Some Moments are indeed best uninterrupted.

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[ironskyfinder]

Bounce/drop

Goonettes are one of god’s gifts to man.

Naive, doe-eyed, innocent girls who get exposure to the right kinds of filth at the right time end up as self-addicted pleasure dolls, chasing the next edge, the next rush. The only problem - for them, not for anyone else - is that often they rub themselves so dumb they can’t be trusted to edge without making mistakes and giving into pleasure, and they get to be so brainless that they need instructions on how best to corrupt themselves. 

As I said, not a problem for anyone else.

Emily had still been a feminist, when she started following me - not much of one, but she still had moments where she'd go back to thinking she was equal, that she should go to college and have a career and make something of her life outside the kitchen and bedroom - and she hated it.

She mentioned, in one of her messages, that she had always wished she could make her breasts more sensitive - at a 38GG, I liked to remind her she had 'udders' - so, one of the times she asked for me to make her brain worse, I took her on an edge she still thanks me for even today.

ironskymaker [10:58PM] I wrote instructions for an edge for you, but this is a much more directed edge than just sending you gooning fuel and some degrading messages, so you’ll need to be able to narrow your attention to this so that you can respond when prompted. Understood?

ironskymaker [10:58PM] I'm not going to ask you to focus, I know you can't do that, not really.

goonette4everr [11:00PM] yes

ironskymaker [11:02PM] You’ll need to follow along closely, okay? I’m going to have you hump a pillow - I think you should use the pillow you sleep on - over and over and over, and I’m going to try and break your brain even more than usual. Ready?

goonette4everr [11:03PM] yessir

ironskymaker [11:04PM] As always, you should be naked when you edge. Take a selfie, once you are - think of it as the ‘before’ photo, so we can compare how you look once I’m done with you.

goonette4everr [11:05PM] you assume right. selfie taken.

ironskymaker [11:05PM] Face the mirror and start humping, nice and slow. Be gentle enough it’s frustrating, like I’m teasing you by holding your hips, slowing you down - just enough pressure that your clit begs for more, not enough to start you grinding mindlessly.

goonette4everr [11:07PM] ok...ok thas gonna drive me nuts

ironskymaker [11:08PM] That’s exactly the point. Light, little motions at first, enough to make you want to grumble and moan and swear because it's such a teasing sensation.

goonette4everr [11:08PM] fuck

ironskymaker [11:10PM] Good goonette, keep going. Little by little, faster and harder. Hips rocking back and forth, little by little pressing more against the pillow with those little motions. Watch yourself in the mirror, teased and frustrated but still grinding away like you’re told.

goonette4everr [11:10PM] hmmmnnn

ironskymaker [11:11PM] You’ve been craving this all week. Let yourself relax into it. You need this, turning your brain off and letting your clit think for you, edging for hours and hours until it’s all a blur. Keep humping, a little faster, a little harder  - you should be starting to feel it now. 

ironskymaker [11:13PM] How does your edge taste?

goonette4everr [11:13PM] goood, so wet

ironskymaker [11:14PM] Start grinding and humping faster, little by little. Every time you hump your pillow, you grind the littlest bit faster. 

goonette4everr [11:15PM] hunh...feelin it now

goonette4everr [11:15PM] fuck!

ironskymaker [11:16PM] Less and less gently, keep your hips moving, faster and faster. Let the motions grow, the harder the edge gets the more you move.

ironskymaker [11:17PM] Keep going, a little harder every time you hump. Make the motions bigger, gradually starting to grind with a little more pressure each time. Harder, faster, keep grinding on your pillow. Look at yourself in the mirror and make an ahegao face, grinding extra hard and extra slow while you let your tongue hang out until the drool hits your tits. 

goonette4everr [11:19PM] hnnnnnn oh ffuuuuuck

ironskymaker [11:19PM] Don’t forget to tug on your nipples a little to make them hard, if they weren’t already; don’t stop humping. 

goonette4everr [11:20PM] theyr hard, mmmm god

ironskymaker [11:21PM] Pinch and pull on your teats, grind on your pillow more. Reach back and tease your asshole a little.

ironskymaker [11:21PM] Remember, all your useful parts deserve to be part of your edge - speaking of your mouth, test your gag reflex as you start humping faster and harder.

goonette4everr [11:22PM] hkkkkkkkkk

ironskymaker [11:22PM] How are you feeling, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [11:23PM] goodsogood! fukkk

goonette4everr [11:23PM] i look so dum so horni

goonette4everr [11:24PM] fuck!!

ironskymaker [11:25PM] Good! But I want you extra desperate and broken, so I’m giving you a break.

ironskymaker [11:25PM] Sit up off your pillow, so your drippy clit is nowhere near anything that might stimulate it - then hump the air, bouncing a little.

ironskymaker [11:27PM] Understood?

goonette4everr [11:27PM] whait noo 

goonette4everr [11:28PM] nnnnnooo oh ok, ok, i will i will

ironskymaker [11:28PM] I know, it's hard to have self-control - but you don't need to! I'll have your self-control instead, just relax and obey.

goonette4everr [11:30PM] obeyying...is...goood....thanku sir

ironskymaker [11:30PM] Keep humping. Feel your tits swing as you bounce, feel how they want to pull you down, back onto the pillow. Grab one, suck on your nipple. Hump and grind and bounce. Grab the other and suck on both your nipples at once, then let them drop from your mouth. Hump the air a little more, bounce and let your udders drop, feel them pulling all the thoughts out of your brain.

goonette4everr [11:32PM] hnnnnnn

ironskymaker [11:32PM] Bounce and hump the air until your tits pull all the thoughts from your brain, until they pull you back down to humping your pillow.

ironskymaker [11:33PM] Doesn’t your edge feel better already?

goonette4everr [11:33PM] yyyyeesss

ironskymaker [11:34PM] Again, humping and grinding like a good girl, faster and harder. Grind your clit into your pillow as you reduce yourself to obedient holes for a stranger on the internet, like a real feminist traitor. 

goonette4everr [11:35PM] i feel so slutty an stupid

goonette4everr [11:36PM] itsh shooo gooood!!!

ironskymaker [11:37PM] Look in the mirror - do you like the slut you see?

ironskymaker [11:37PM] Hump and bounce and whisper to yourself that your holes and tits are all that matter, they give you value and purpose and a reason for men to find you useful. 

goonette4everr [11:39PM] i lov bein a traitor!! i luv lookin at myshelf bein a whoooore

goonette4everr [11:39PM] yessss hnnnn

ironskymaker [11:41PM] Grind even faster, even harder. You can really feel it now - you’re pressing harder, humping faster, hips moving more so you bounce - and when you bounce, your udders swing. When your udders swing, you feel your brain drain and you’re closer to just being tits and holes. Holes keep being drippy, tits keep bouncing.

ironskymaker [11:42PM] Now how does your edge taste, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [11:42PM] tassts like dspration

ironskymaker [11:43PM] Good. Keep going. Hump and bounce, letting the haze of the edge and the pull of your tits wash your mind away. 

ironskymaker [11:44PM] Harder, faster, humping and grinding, leaking all over your pillow - pause for a moment, to bury your face in the wet spot you’re making, take a deep breath. Then get back on your pillow and keep humping. The smell and taste of your edge everywhere, rewiring your brain to tie that to the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling.

goonette4everr [11:45PM] hhhnnnnn

goonette4everr [11:45PM] so dirrty

ironskymaker [11:46PM] You liked that too much not to do it again. Put your face into the pillow, rub it into the wet spot. You love how the sensation corrupts you, how it makes your edge so much stronger. Don’t you?

goonette4everr [11:48PM] fuck pleas yess

ironskymaker [11:49PM] Edging makes you feel so good, your brain can barely take it - but that’s fine, you don’t need it anyway, you don’t need to think.

ironskymaker [11:49PM] The instructions become your actions.

ironskymaker [11:50PM] Your clit isn’t there to handle big thoughts, your udders aren’t made for thinking, but you were made to obey. Keep humping and grinding, edging and bouncing, faster and harder. 

goonette4everr [11:52PM] hmmm...yesh yeh no thnk...jus...edge

ironskymaker [11:53PM] The more you edge, the more you’re just drooling holes and bouncing udders. Wipe the slick juices running down your thighs all over your face and imagine tasting it on a thick cock filling your throat. Don’t stop grinding, don’t stop bouncing, keep your hips moving.

goonette4everr [11:54PM] bounc

ironskymaker [11:54PM] Wipe the slick mess from your cunt onto your nipples, pinch and pull on your teats. Keep one of your teats in your mouth, massage and milk the other. Hump and bounce and grind, let your brain go blank, then let your udder drop and suck your other nipple clean. Are you enjoying yourself?

goonette4everr [11:56PM] iy am...iam!!!

goonette4everr [11:57PM] i tayst so gud

ironskymaker [11:57PM] Does the girl looking back at you from the mirror seem like she’s having fun too?

goonette4everr [11:59PM] she dos, she looks sho happi, so blank

ironskymaker [11:59PM] I bet she looks like a porndoll. Her eyes all unfocused, sweaty, shaking, needy, her desperate clit soaking her pillow. 

goonette4everr [12:00AM] mmmhmmm...such a needyslut

goonette4everr [12:00AM] shooo dum

ironskymaker [12:01AM] Time for another break.

goonette4everr [12:01AM] hnnnnnnnn!!!!

ironskymaker [12:02AM] I know you don’t want to, but - stop edging, sit up so you can hump the air like the desperate fuckmeat you are.

goonette4everr [12:03AM] yeshyesytes!

ironskymaker [12:04AM] I know you’re horny, I know you’re needy, just let your hips move against the nothing and let the ache drain your thoughts away.

ironskymaker [12:04AM] And, while you do - pick up your tits, play with them, squeeze and massage them, hold them out and then drop them.

goonette4everr [12:05AM] mmm...

ironskymaker [12:05AM] Feel that pull make you dumber. Let the things you used to call ‘important’ wash away as you start bouncing in the air, as your udders pull your thoughts out of your mind

ironskymaker [12:06AM] Did you have work today, did you have plans after, were there errands that need doing? Pick up your tits, play with them, then drop them as you bounce, and all of it is gone.

goonette4everr [12:07AM] hmmm...gone. 

goonette4everr [12:07AM] allgone

ironskymaker [12:09AM] Bounce, drop. Take another selfie, see what you look like after I’ve played with your brain for less than an hour, and imagine how much more I’ll do.

goonette4everr [12:09AM] hheeehee she looksh crazi

goonette4everr [12:10AM] sush a mess!

ironskymaker [12:10AM] Hump, grind, bounce, drop. Tits don’t have plans. Holes don’t run errands.

goonette4everr [12:11AM] mmmmmm

ironskymaker [12:11AM] There’s only obedience, only edging and doing what you’re told. Bounce, drop, hump, grind.

goonette4everr [12:12AM] only

goonette4everr [12:12AM] please 

ironskymaker [12:12AM] How does your edge taste now?

goonette4everr [12:14AM] sssssgud

goonette4everr [12:14AM] ssssssnice

goonette4everr [12:14AM] fuckk

ironskymaker [12:15AM] Bounce, drop. More thoughts gone, brain all drained. Hump, grind, bounce, drop. 

ironskymaker [12:16AM] Bounce, drop. Take another selfie, see what you look like after I’ve played with your brain for less than an hour, and imagine how much more I’ll do tomorrow.

ironskymaker [12:17AM] The girl in the mirror just wants to keep edging and bouncing and dropping forever, and so do you. Bounce, drop.

goonette4everr [12:17AM] please ruinmy brain mroe

goonette4everr [12:18AM] hheeehee she looksh crazi

goonette4everr [12:18AM] sush a mess!

ironskymaker [12:19AM] And how are you feeling now, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [12:21AM] alll edged out, reallly hazy

ironskymaker [12:22AM] Good goonette. Bedtime, then, and no touching until the morning.

goonette4everr [12:23AM] ohh fuck  yessir please tomorrow 

goonette4everr [12:23AM] i can’t wait

@goonedoutdropout

[chirpingfromthebox]

[Image ID: A screenshot of a tweet from Alex Adams from 1:04pm 11/24/2024. Text reads: A wholesome moment today was Drake Batherson who was overjoyed in telling some media at practice that his sister Mae made the Minnesota Frost team. He was jumping with excitement for his sister. Cool moment. ./End ID.]

Word on the street from an Ottawa Senators reporter is that Mae Batherson made the roster for thr Frost.

[loud-sturniolos]

“Is that my new shirt?”

Chris sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N had a habit of always stealing Chris’s shirts, so one day he tries to get her back.

Warnings: Not many, I dont think? Fluff, making out(?), possibly very cliché, pet names (baby, princess), semi-proof read

Chris: Orange

Y/N: Pink

A/N: @sturnioloshacker thank you sm for the help, I still dont think the way I write the “make out’ part is right but thank you anyways😭🫶🏻

I wrote this whilst half asleep too so thats fun :3

11:04PM

Y/N woke up from her nap, not by choice, the loud laughing from Chris, Madi, Nick and Matt had woke her up. She slowly sat up, yawning and stretching as she stands up. The girl throws on one of her boyfriends new shirts, as per usual, and some random sweatpants she wore the other day.

She made her way out of Chris’s bedroom, and as she did she heard her name being yelled.

“Y/N! ARE YOU AWAKE?! COME HERE!” Chris yelled between childish giggles, his footsteps filled the air as he started running towards his room, only to be greeted by a sleepy Y/N in the hallway.

Y/N and Chris stared at each other blankly, before saying in unison, “Is that my new shirt?”

“Chrisss,” the girl whined, pushing at Chris’s chest playfully, “You’re stretching out my brand new shirt!” She exclaimed, a slight pout on her lips.

“It’s fine, baby, I’ll buy you a new one.” Chris exclaimed, still a bit giddy from wearing his girlfriends crop top. Y/N let out a little giggle, rolling her eyes. “You look..” she starts to say, only to be cut off by Chris “Amazing? Handsome? Hot? Perfect?” “sure.. lets go with that..” Y/N replied with an amused smirk.

1:19AM

Chris and Y/N were now cuddling in Chris’s bed, their legs intertwined, her head led on his chest, and his nose buried into her hair.

After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, Y/N looked up at the shirtless boy she was led on. “Did you actually spend the whole time I was napping trying to fit into my shirt, just because I always steal yours?” Chris looked down with a lazy grin, humming in agreement at the girl who’s still in his new shirt. “Yep. I made you laugh, so it was worth it.” “You weirdo.” she mumbled playfully.

Chris smirked, suddenly grabbing Y/Ns hips and flipping them over so he was on top of her, causing a squeal to escape the girls lips in shock. “Chris, what the fuck are you doing?” She asked with a shocked laugh, lightly pushing at his chest. Chris doesn’t respond, he stares down at her, biting his bottom lip as his eyes flicker between her breasts through the shirt, her lips, and her eyes.

“You’re so pretty..” Chris finally mumbled softly, before pulling Y/N into a deep passionate kiss, which quickly turned into a messy make out session. Chris’s tongue pushes it’s way through her lips, immediately winning dominance over hers, his hands slowly trailed her body, tracing the curves from her waist until finally stopping and squeezing her ass gently.

“Chrisss” Y/N breaths into his mouth, Chris pulled away with a lazy smirk, pulling his hands away and wrapping his arms back around her waist. “Night, princess.” he murmurs into her ear, kissing the side of her head sweetly as if nothing had just happened, and then slowly falling asleep.

Y/N laid there wrapped in Chris’s arms, staring at the ceiling, until the tiredness takes over and she snuggles into the boys chest and falls asleep with him.

[aciddrattboyy]

Hҽʂιƚαƚισɳ !

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "friends to lovers ! friends to lovers! friends to lovers ! or bachira has been your friend since childhood, and while he cant deny his romantic feelings for you now that you were older; you certainly try to deny yours"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Bachira M. x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 1.6k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Slice of Life/Drama] none? mention of alcohol i suppose (characters are aged up) ★ 01 . 02

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10:18pm loser </3: where are you 10:22pm loser </3: where are you  10:22pm loser </3: … 10:27pm loser </3: where are you dude 10:33pm you: parrty 10:34pm loser </3: what party 10:40pm you: a supper fun prty 10:40pm loser </3: who r u with  11:04pm you: suprr fum peopleeeeeee

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it didnt take long for meguru to figure out what party you were at. and when he found you inside, he knew that whatever selflessness he had about being just your friend was utter bullshit. it was easy pretending to be perfectly content with just being friends when both of you were single. but now, seeing you chatting it up with some guy with a cup of what could only be one hundred percent alcohol, meguru suddenly wasnt content anymore. 

meguru was confused. he knew you werent one for large parties, having prefered small hangouts with close friends. so why were you here now in this house crowded with people and permeating the smell of weed and alcohol. he watched you giggle at whatever that bastard was saying to you, staring up at him while he leaned over you. meguru was absolutely repulsed and his legs were starting to move before he could even think. 

in the blink of  an eye, meguru was next to you, snatching the solo cup out of your hand. he gave you an overly sweet smile when you looked at him, eyes widening briefly in shock before a smile broke out on your face. 

“who’s this?” megurus eyes shifted over to the man standing before you, a displeased look on his face. 

“i’m her-”

“oh this is meguru,” you interrupted, it was unintentional, you were just trying to answer the question. but meguru mentally groaned. “he is my most closest friend,” 

ah there was that word again. ‘friend’. he couldnt deny the pang in his heart or the wave of embarrassment that washed through him when he saw the stranger smirk at him. it was clear they both knew meguru was about to declare himself as your boyfriend. he wasn’t trying to do anything weird, he just wanted to get you away from the creep but now that plan has failed.

completely ignoring meguru now that he’s been tossed aside as a friend, the stranger trails a hand down your arm. 

“that’s a relief,” meguru felt hot anger course through his body and he slapped the man’s hand away before he could think. before you could react, meguru wrapped an arm around your shoulders and was now leading you away from the party, tossing your half empty cup into the nearest trash can. 

“meguru what are you doing,” you nearly stumbled over your own feet as he dragged you outside to his car. 

“what am i doing? what are you doing?!” he hastily opened the passenger door for you as you silently got in. you were momentarily stunned by his tone, having never heard him get worked up this much before. he quickly rounded the car, sliding into his seat and letting a heavy sigh as he started the car.  

“i dont understand why youre so worked up,” you grumbled, leaning your head against the window. meguru squinted his eyes at you, genuinely dumbfounded by your statement. could you really be that naive? his hand flew up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to figure out how to respond. 

“im worked up because my friend who has said they dont like parties disappeared off to one without telling somebody,” you shrug your shoulders, suddenly feeling crowded. through your drunken haze, you got annoyed. you were your own person. you didnt need to tell every single one of your friends when you were going out. 

“it was last minute,” meguru scoffs at your response, wordlessly putting the car into drive. you notice him move the gear shift and sit up, shaking your head. “im not going home yet,” meguru side-eyed you, contemplating whether ot not to drive off anyway. 

“you need to,”

“no i dont,” you were defensive now, for no real reason you could comprehend. “you were worried about me being here without knowing? well now you know so i’m going back,”

“dont go back in there,” megurus tone shifted just lightly, trying to hide the anger and jealousy that went through him at the thought of you being alone with that creep again. 

“why? so i dont talk to the guy you were killing with your eyes? yeah dont think i didnt notice that,” you were rambling now, the alcohol doing the talking for you. “whats up with you? i dont understan-” 

“enough y/n” his eyebrows furrowed, growing tired and annoyed by this conversation. he could just be blunt and tell you that the reason he doesnt want you back in there talking with random guys was because he was in love with you. but that couldnt possibly end anywhere good right now. “look, youre drunk. you need to go home. and i hate to have to do this but i do have your moms number,” the threat hung unsaid in the air as you scowled at him. the last thing you wanted your mom to hear was that her precious daughter was going out getting drunk with strangers. so you suck in a breath, buckling your seatbelt before angling your body away from meguru and towards the window. 

it was childish, both of you knew that. but neither of you commented, the car filling with tense silence as meguru drove off. 

when meguru pulled up to your apartment he wanted to walk you inside. but the glare you shot him when he offered let him know pulling the mom card was already crossing the line. so he watched as you walked inside the building, before taking in a heavy breath, head tilting back to rest against the seat. he sat there for a moment, waiting to see the light from your window turn on before making his way back to his place.

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11:01am you: im sorry abt last night 11:04am loser </3: its alright 11:05am you: no its not 11:05am you: i was rude 11:12am loser </3: no i understand its okay really 11:13am you: come over later so i can apologize to your face? (i’ll buy u food) 11:24am loser </3: apology already accepted but yea i’ll come over 11:24am loser </3: at work rn i’ll come over around 6?  11:26am you: excellent .  12:00pm loser </3: ok mr. burns

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you had takeout already waiting on the counter by the time you heard a knock on your door. meguru was swarmed with your apologies as soon as he walked inside and he couldnt help but laugh at how cute you were. 

“i already said apologies accepted silly,” he grabbed you by your shoulders, shaking you back and forth lightly until you were both laughing. “but i do believe you said food was a part of the apology?” he wriggled his eyebrows at you clapping his hands together when you grabbed the food. 

“we can eat in my room, my roommates will be home soon,” meguru nodded, a small smile on his face as he followed you. he was quick to flop onto your bed, letting out a dramatic wistful sigh. “youre not eating on my bed,” you made a point to pull out your desk chair, looking back and forth at it and meguru as you waited for him to take the hint. he pouted, rolling over onto his back.

“thats not fair,”

“whats not fair is you spilling ramen on my mattress. 

“that was one time!” he sat up quickly, looking at you with wide eyes. you laughed, shaking your head as you pointed at the chair. 

“you eat here,”

“some apology this is,” he grumbled playfully, sulking over to you and theatrically falling onto the seat. 

“you said you already accepted my apology,” you watch as meguru sulks at your desk, burying his head in his arms. you bring a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through the soft locs. “youre a big baby,” 

“nuh uh youre just mean,” his voice was muffled as he spoke, his head leaning into your touch ever so slightly. at times like these it was easier to forget how much his heart burned for you. 

“okay fine you can eat with me but if you make a mess im kicking you out permanently,” you voice held no real warning or threat as meguru grabbed the food and bounded over to your bed. you followed him onto the bed with a smile, watching as he did the honors of passing out the food. having gotten this exact meal with you plenty times before it was sort of out of habit now. 

you were slumped after the meal, dramatically laying across megurus stomach as he laid on his back. and although your stomach was threatening to burst open at any given second, you were feeling pretty content. 

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7:41pm loser </3: guess who has tickets to that movie you wanted to see 7:42pm you: no way. 7:42pm loser </3: yes way. 7:43pm loser </3: i’ll take you… for a price… 7:44pm you: gulp  7:44pm loser </3: a singular kiss on the lips 7:44pm loser </3: no tongue :3 7:45pm you: i’ll ask reo to take me….. 7:45pm loser </3: NO 7:46pm loser </3: I WAS JOKING 7:46pm loser </3: :( 7:47pm you: :( 7:47pm you: so whens the movie

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

[morgana-larkin]

Here is the next part of Mine! Just to let you know that I did some math and decided to age Melissa down by 10 years. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: Melissa takes care of Amelia, Nico and Caty while you take care of Bella and Mia in the hospital.

Side Note: If you're wondering the lullaby that I have Mel singing, it's a sicilian lullaby called 'La Siminzina'

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

Mine - Part 20

Warnings: Slight teasing

Words: 4.4K

You fell asleep right after Melissa left and woke up a couple hours later to Mia crying. You got up and walked the 4 steps to Mia. You picked her up and went to sit back down on the bed and started feeding her. You look around the room and see the hospital provided you with diapers and blankets. You honestly can’t wait to get home and put them in the baby room that you and Melissa got ready for them. You’re putting both of them in the last room that you had in that house and that’s where they’re both staying as they grow up.

You make sure to burp Mia before putting her back down and then you feed Bella. You get a bit lost in thought about what Melissa and your kids are doing now. Melissa is probably asleep at home, while your kids are more than likely at the toy store with your parents picking out a new toy. You then notice that Bella stopped eating so you burp and then put her back in the bed. You go back and lay down on the hospital bed and try to get comfortable. You can’t wait until you can shrink your belly so you can sleep on your side again, snuggled into Melissa, with her arm wrapped protectively around you. With those thoughts in your head, you passed out in seconds.

Melissa wakes up and blinks a few times before she picks up her phone and looks at the time, 1:04pm. She got 3 hours of sleep and figured that would have to do as she’s going back to bed in 9 hours anyway. She looks at the new family picture again before putting it as both her lock and home screen. You gave birth around 2:30am and now you two have 5 children. Melissa always dreamed of one day having her own family, big or small, but she preferred a big one as that’s what she grew up with.

Melissa felt somewhat rested but she also felt lighter than she has in a month. She was really holding on by a thread, emotion wise ever since you fainted. She was trying to take care of everything and everyone, including you, as she didn’t want you on your feet at all. You told her she should go home and let go of her emotions, so she did, and feels so much better now. She shouldn’t be surprised that you were right as you usually were, especially when it comes to reading her.

Melissa decides to get up, get dressed and then go to her parents in law to pick up her kids. She brings a small snack with her to eat on the way as she hasn’t eaten since dinner yesterday. She gets to your parents place about 15 minutes later, gets out and knocks on the door. Your father answers it a few seconds later and he lets her in.

“Hey, how were they?” Melissa asks him.

“Oh they were lovely. Amelia is still a bit upset though so of course she got some grandma cuddles.” He tells her and Melissa smiles. “I hope you’re not taking it personally or too hard. Amelia misses her mom and that’s normal but it’ll pass. You both are excellent mothers and I know how hard you try to make sure that all your kids and Y/n are happy.” He tells her and Melissa nods.

“It never seems like enough though.” Melissa says and he hums.

“It never does. But let me tell you that you’re doing an amazing job. Your kids are happy and healthy and they’re not shy about speaking their mind, which is a good thing, as it means they always feel heard.” He says and then leads Melissa to the living room where her kids are.

“Mamma!” Amelia exclaims and then runs over. Melissa crouches down and has her arms open wide and Amelia hugs her. “Are we going home?” Amelia asks when she pulls back and Melissa nods.

“Ya Tesoro, we are.” Melissa tells her and Amelia tilts her head.

“Mamma, are you sad?” Amelia asks her as she looks at her mom.

“I am actually. I’m away from your mommy and from my 2 newborn daughters. Your mommy is healing and has to take care of both Bella and Mia by herself for 5 days.”

“But we’ll see her tomorrow right?” Amelia asks and Melissa nods.

“Yes we will. We’ll be going around noon.” Melissa says and Amelia nods.

Melissa gathers up her kids and buckles them in the car before taking them home. She brings them all inside and the twins immediately go running for their toys downstairs, Amelia ends up staying by Melissa’s side for most of the afternoon.

“Can I play that game on your phone?” Amelia asks Melissa and Melissa gets her phone out and loads the game before handing it to Amelia. Melissa watches as Amelia plays the game and then sees the twins playing with a toy together.

“Amelia?” Melissa asks and Amelia briefly looks up before going back to the game. “You’re happy right? Like me and mommy do enough for you?” Melissa asks her and Amelia thinks about it.

“Ya, I love you and mommy.” Amelia simply tells her and Amelia leans into her and Melissa runs her fingers through Amelia’s hair.

7 hours later, Melissa facetimes you and your face comes into view after a few rings. You look like you just woke up as you rub your eyes and smile at Melissa.

“Hey Amore, your kids wanted to say goodnight.” Melissa tells you before she moves the phone to her right and your 3 kids are there.

“Hey, are you all ready for bed?” You ask them.

“Yes mommy, we’re in our pjs and Mamma is about to tuck us in.” Amelia tells you and you smile.

“Mommy.” Nico says and he moves closer to the screen and you laugh. When he realises he can’t touch you he looks at Melissa in confusion. “Whewe mommy?” He asks her.

“She’s still at the hospital, my ometto.” Melissa tells him and he looks at the phone. “Amelia, why don’t you go to your room and talk to Mommy while I put the twins to bed.” Melissa says and Amelia takes the phone and goes to her room. Melissa enters Amelia’s room a few minutes later and Amelia is telling you all about her day.

“Then after dinner Mamma put on Cinderella.” Amelia finishes.

“Did you like it?” You ask her and she nods with a smile.

“I loved it, I’m glad my siblings aren’t mean. Also her dress is so pretty even though it wasn’t pink.” Amelia tells you and Melissa leans against the doorframe, crosses her arms and smiles.

“Do you want to be her for Halloween?” You ask and Amelia thinks about it.

“I think I do, but I don’t have blonde hair.”

“We can always get you a blonde wig or just have your actual hair as it’s very pretty. But I’m sure we can find you a beautiful blue dress, right Melissa?” You ask her as Amelia’s back was towards the door and you see Melissa watching the conversation. Amelia turns around and Melissa walks towards her.

“Definitely.” Melissa says. “Amelia you gotta go to bed now so say goodnight to mommy.” Melissa tells her and Amelia pouts. “The sooner you fall asleep then the sooner you get to see mommy again.” Melissa adds and Amelia looks at the phone.

“Mamma says we’re seeing you at noon and I can’t wait.” Amelia tells you and you smile.

“I can’t wait till I see you all as well.”

“Goodnight Mommy, see you tomorrow.” Amelia says.

“Goodnight sweetheart, sleep well.” You tell her before Melissa takes her phone back, tucks Amelia in and then gets up and closes the door. “How are you doing?” You ask her once she’s in your shared bedroom.

“Hanging in there.” She says. “I had a good cry when I got home.”

“Did you?” You ask and she nods.

“I feel lighter, lighter than I’ve been all month and I feel better.”

“I knew you needed that.” You tell her and she hums.

“You always know what I need, even before I know what I need.” She says as she puts the phone down and starts getting undressed.

“Well I’m your wife and I pay attention to you.” You tell her so simply. “I really wish I was at home, and able to snuggle in your arms tonight.” You say and then one of the babies starts crying. “Not again, I just fed you not even 2 hours ago and changed your diaper, let me sleep.” You complain before you look at the phone and you see Melissa’s boobs. “I can’t even enjoy seeing your boobs as I have to feed Bella.” You tell her and she smiles.

“When you get home then you enjoy them in person.” Melissa says as she goes to get some pjs.

“Nice butt.” You tell her as you bring Bella to your nipple.

“Thank you, it’s all for you.” She says as she wiggles it and you laugh. “As well as my boobs.” She adds and you hum.

“I would like to say my boobs are all for you but you’re sharing them with 2 of your daughters for about 6 months.” You say and she chuckles.

“That’s fine, I mean I’m not sharing a birthday with them so I don’t mind sharing something with them temporarily.” She tells you.

“Speaking of your birthday, want to have a party this year?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“You had a big party for my 50th last year, I just want to celebrate with my wife and kids this year.” She says and you nod. She looks at you feeding Bella and she smiles.

“What?” You ask as you notice her staring and smiling.

“Just watching you feeding Bella. Seeing you with our kids makes me happy. It’s hard to explain it but my family makes me happy, no matter what they’re doing.” She says and you grab your phone and move it towards Bella that’s eating right now. “She’s so small, precious and innocent right now.” She says and you point the camera towards your face.

“Maybe you should be the one to answer their crying every hour and a half and I’ll see if you’re still saying that.” You tell her and she laughs.

“When I bring the kids to visit tomorrow then I’ll take care of them and give you a break.”

“I’ll still have to breastfeed them.” You say and she hums.

“Want me to bring a couple bottles and the breastpump?” She asks as she gets in the bed.

“Could you?” You ask her as Bella finishes eating and you put the phone down. “If you did then I might actually get a break when you come to visit. Although that’s assuming that they’ll actually drink out of a bottle. They’re half yours so they might be pretty stubborn.” You say and she giggles.

“I think we made perfect kids, all 5 of them, even if they’re all very stubborn.” Melissa says and you nod as you put Bella down and grab Mia.

“Mia seems to sleep more as I have to keep waking her up.” You tell her. “I should let you go so you can sleep.” You add as you look at the time.”

“I should go to sleep but I’m more interested in watching you feed them.”

“You might regret that decision in the morning when you got 3 toddlers to look after all day.”

“I did it for a whole month.” She tells you and then watches as you feed Mia.

“Ok now that’s she done, go to sleep.” You say and she sighs.

“Alright, I’ll see you around noon tomorrow, Amore.” She says and you nod.

“See you tomorrow my love.” You tell her.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You say and then Bella starts crying. “Oh for fuck sake.” You complain and then end the call.

Melissa has a smile on her face as she got to at least watch you feed the newborns on the first day again. She goes to look at the pictures again and brings her phone over her heart. She then puts it on the nightstand and then grabs your pillow and cuddles with it before falling asleep.

Half an hour later she gets woken up to someone calling out for Mamma and she blinks her eyes open.

“Mamma.” She hears again and looks behind her to see Amelia there.

“Amelia, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t fall asleep.” She says and Melissa sighs.

“Come here.” Melissa tells her as she puts your pillow back in place and Amelia climbs in the bed and goes to where you sleep. Melissa wraps an arm around her and then both of them fall asleep.

Melissa wakes up to her phone ringing and a small body climbing over her. She snaps her eyes open and Amelia is laying on her and grabbing her phone.

“Amelia, what are-”

“Mommy is calling.” She says and answers the phone. “Hi mommy!” She exclaims and you smile.

“Hi sweetheart, is Mamma there?” You ask her and she points the camera to Melissa.

“Amelia, do you mind getting off my bladder please.” Melissa tells her and Amelia climbs off of her and gives Melissa the phone. “Hi Amore.” She says as she sits up and Amelia climbs on her lap.

“Hey my love, I wanted to let you know that the Abbott crew said they’re visiting me today at noon so if you could actually be here before them that would be great.” You tell her and she sees you barely slept and need help with socialising.

“Of course. Tesoro, how about you check if your siblings are awake.” Melissa says and Amelia nods before hopping off the bed and running out of the room.

“So you had a cuddle buddy last night?” You ask her and she smiles.

“Jealous?” She asks.

“A little bit, ya.” You tell her and she laughs.

“She couldn’t sleep last night, I think she misses you.” Melissa says and you hum.

“Well besides the kids, I really miss sleep. Your daughters kept me up for most of the night. It’s like they're already working together.” You complain and she laughs.

“So right now they’re just my daughters?” She asks.

“When I’m this tired because of them, yes.” You say and she laughs again.

“Well I’ll be there around 11:30 with all 3 kids.” She tells you and you nod.

“Siblings are awake now!” Amelia yells.

“I gotta go parent now.” Melissa says and you nod.

“I’m already parenting.” You tell her and then point the camera down and she sees you feeding one of the twins.

“Looks like they love getting fed.” Melissa says.

“Oh they do, they love eating.” You tell her.

“Good, already the mark of a Schemmenti.”

“I’d rather it didn’t show yet as I want to sleep.” You complain. “God, you must have all driven your mother to insanity with 9 of you.”

“Mamma, we’re hungry.” Amelia yells and Melissa sighs.

“It’s hard to say bye to you but we’ll see you in about 3 hours.” She says and you nod as you put Mia down.

“I’ll be waiting.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Alright, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You say and then Melissa hangs up.

“And does Mommy miss us?” Amelia asks as Melissa straps Nico in.

“She misses all of us very much.” Melissa tells her. “I do have to tell you that she’s very sleepy. So if it takes her a moment to answer then that’s why.” Melissa warns and Amelia nods.

Melissa walks in the hospital, holding both of the twins' hands and Amelia is holding Nico’s hand. Caty is looking around, holding onto Teddy tightly, Amelia is smiling about seeing you again, while Nico is unaware of what’s going on. Melissa reaches your room, knocks and then goes in when she hears you say a soft “come in”.

Melissa enters and sees you laying down, holding one of the babies. You put a finger to your lip, telling all of you to keep quiet. You then get up and put the baby down in the bed. Amelia then runs over to you and hugs you.

“Hi sweetheart.” You tell her.

“Hi mommy, mamma and I made you some food.” Amelia says and then hands you the container in her hand.

“Really?” You ask and Melissa nods.

“Thought you might miss my cooking.” Melissa tells you and you open the container.

“Oh I do and I love you.” You say as you see your favourite dish in there. “I just got Bella to sleep. She’s a little fussy.” You tell her and Melissa goes over to look at the newborns.

“Well when the Abbott crew gets here, how about you take a small nap?” She suggests. “When they get here, you know all the kids will be busy.” She adds and then kisses your forehead.

“Ya, that sounds nice.” You say and then lean your head on her stomach.

“Mommy, are you sleepy?” Amelia asks you and you nod.

“I am, your siblings have been keeping me up.” You tell her and Melissa runs her fingers through your hair. “Oh I have to change their diaper.”

“I’ll do it.” Melissa quickly says. “Both or just one?”

“Both.” You say and she nods before you take your head off of her and lay down. Melissa sets up the twins with a couple toys while Amelia sits down on the bed and starts talking to you. Melissa then goes and changes the diapers of her daughters. She’s finishing up with Bella when the Abbott crew knocks. Melissa holds Bella in her arms and she answers the door.

“Oh my god, so cute!” You hear Janine squeal.

“Want to hold her?” Melissa asks and Janine nods as she gives her stuff to Gregory. “You can come in first.” Melissa adds and they come in before Melissa carefully hands Bella to Janine. “This is Bella, and the other one is Mia.”

“You had twin girls?” Janine asks and Melissa nods.

“Identical twin girls.” Melissa adds as she goes over and gets Mia. “One of you want to hold Mia?” Melissa asks and Jacob raises his hand.

“I do, of course unless Gregory if you want to…” Jacob says and Gregory shakes his head.

“No, I'm good.” Gregory says.

Melissa then hands Mia over to Jacob and Nico goes over to Barb. Melissa then goes and picks up Amelia and Amelia looks at her confused.

“Let’s let mommy sleep for a little bit.” Melissa tells her daughter and the rest of the room. Amelia and everyone else in the room nods before Melissa kisses you and then you close your eyes.

You snap your eyes open to one of the babies crying and you look to see one of the girls being held by Gregory.

“How come she began crying as soon as I hold her?” Gregory asks.

“She must know your hesitation.” Janine asks and sees that she’s not holding Bella anymore.

“She’s hungry.” You say and everyone looks at you.

“I was hoping you’d get more than an hour of sleep.” Melissa says and then takes Bella. She then hands Bella over to you, as well as a blanket and you start feeding her.

“I feel a little better now.” You say and Melissa moves some of your hair out of the way.

“When you finish feeding them then you go back to sleep.” Melissa tells you and you nod.

“So how was watching the kids yesterday by yourself?” You ask her.

“It was good, just watched them play, ate and watched tv.” She tells you.

“How did you think it’s going to be raising 5 kids?” Jacob asks you both.

“Oh it will definitely be hard.” You say and Melissa smiles.

“But I’m sure we’ll always have people to help, like you guys.” Melissa says and Janine nods enthusiastically.

“I will never mind watching my nieces and nephew.” Barb says while she’s holding Mia.

25 minutes later you finish feeding Mia and then Melissa takes her to burp her and for you to get some sleep. When you wake up again you notice the Abbott crew left and Melissa is sitting in the hospital chair in your room and she’s singing to one of the newborns.

“Oh, figlia mia, lu santu passau. E di la bedda mi ‘nni spiau. E iu ci dissi, “la bedda durmia.” E dormi, figlia di l’arma mia.” She sings and you just listen to the sound of her voice.

She notices you’re awake and she smiles at you while she continues singing. When Mia is asleep, she puts her in the bed and turns to you.

“The Abbott crew went downstairs with the kids to feed them and give you some time to sleep while I took care of the newborns.” She explains as she comes over to you. “You were asleep for 2 hours so the babies might be hungry any second.” She adds and you nod before she kisses you. “Haven’t been able to kiss you in awhile.” She says as she pulls away for a second and then kisses you again.

She only pulls away again when one of the twins starts crying and then she goes over to them. She picks them up and brings them over to you with a smile. She hands them over to you and she sighs.

“Reminds me of when the other 3 were born.” She tells you as you start feeding Bella. Just then Mia starts crying and Melissa sighs. “I just got her to sleep again.” She says as she goes over and picks her up.

“I remember you singing that lullaby with the other 3.” You tell her and she nods.

“My Ma sung it to me when I was born.” She tells you.

“You have a beautiful voice.” You say and she smiles at you. “And I love it when you speak Italian.” You add.

“Oh I know you do.” She says and you smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better, who knew 3 hours of sleep makes you feel better?”

“Ya I heard that helps.” She jokes and you chuckle. Just then you both hear a knock at the door and Melissa gives you a blanket to cover up your chest before she goes to answer it.

“The kids are fed and then they wanted to come back to see their moms.” Janine says and then Melissa opens the door more and your 3 kids run in.

“Mamma, can I hold one of the babies?” Amelia asks.

“When they come back home then you can.” Melissa tells her and she nods.

A couple hours later, Melissa goes back home with the 3 kids as it’s before supper. You feel much better after her visit as you got to see her and your kids again, as well as she helped you get some sleep.

After that day, she did the same thing everyday for the other 3 days. She came around noon, took care of all the kids and let you sleep for a couple of hours without being disturbed.

On the fifth day, Melissa was holding one of the babies as you just fed them both. Amelia was playing with a toy with the twins on the ground. Then there’s a knock on the door and Melissa sees you’re asleep. She gets up and goes to answer it and there’s a nurse there.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you, I’m checking on her stomach and if everything is good then I got the release paperwork for you.” She tells Melissa and Melissa smiles before she lets her in.

“I’ll just wake her up.” Melissa says before she goes over to you. “Amore.” She says and shakes you gently. You mumble something but don’t wake up fully. “Y/n!” She yells and you snap your eyes open.

“What?” You ask as you yawn and rub at your eyes.

“There’s a nurse here to look over your stomach and then we can all go home if everything is good.” She explains to you.

“Oh. Look at it all you want.” You tell her and the nurse nods before she goes to look at where they cut your stomach. Melissa starts singing the lullaby again to Bella while the nurse is checking you over.

“I see you both have quite the number of kids.” The nurse tells you and you nod as Amelia goes over to you.

“Is my mommy ok?” Amelia asks and you hold her hand.

“From the outside it looks like it’s healed enough but I’m going to do an ultrasound just to make sure it’s healed enough on the inside.” She says and you nod.

“I’m too used to ultrasounds at this point.” You tell the nurse and Melissa chuckles. “No more kids.” You tell Melissa and Melissa nods.

An hour later Melissa is strapping all 5 kids in the car as you put everything in the very back, next to Amelia. You both got a new car 2 months ago that seats 9 people. There’s no trunk space but you can put 1-3 seats in the very back down if you need to or just use 2 seats in the back for anything, beside Amelia. After putting everything beside Amelia, you get in the passenger seat and wait for Melissa to finish strapping all the kids in. You look to your left and you see Melissa strapping Mia in and you hear Mia giggle and Melissa laughs as well.

“You’re such a goof.” Melissa says to Mia with a smile and then finishes strapping her in. Melissa then gets in the driver’s seat and looks at you. “Ready to go home?” She asks you and you nod.

“So ready.” You tell her and she smiles before she starts the car and drives you all home.

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Find the word

How it works: I search for the words prev assigned me in my latest WIP and then choose four words for you to search for in your WIP.

Thank you @rambleonwaywardson (truly so excited to see new words from you! 💕)

My words: earth, sky, slow, luck

All from Chapter Four of Let your heart be light

Earth

It’s John’s turn to laugh at the message and he does so, trying to picture a grouchy Gale, maybe with a pout on his pillowy lips. It’d be a sight and it’s added to the list of things to look forward to. [11:04pm] John: Well, we can’t have that. [11:04pm] John: Are you in bed? [11:05pm] Buck🎄: I am. He hasn’t seen the upstairs of Gale’s little cottage yet and wonders what his bedroom is like. Filled with wooden furniture and creature comforts? Earth toned walls and soft bedding? A book on the night stand and a blanket on the foot of the bed? Is Bailey curled up on him? Have the dogs moved from their beds to his? He knows that he’ll learn all of these things with time and it sends his heart thudding along to put himself there, even just in his mind. [11:05pm] John: Snug as a bug? [11:06pm] Buck🎄: Yes, John. [11:06pm] John: Sleep tight, baby. Only good dreams allowed Dots appear and disappear for a full minute and John lets his thumb smooth over Gale’s name again.

Sky and Slow

The air is crisp and cold but the biting chill that had been in the wind since the snow blew in two days ago is not present this morning. The sun is out, shining in a cloudless sky and Gale’s having a good day. He’s sold eight trees, had two cups of coffee, one that he’d mixed with the peppermint hot chocolate Brady had greeted him with. He’d woken up to a text that John had sent just after midnight telling him he was home safe and sent a good morning message in return. Gotten back a simple ‘good morning, sunshine’ text back two hours later that had him smiling into the collar of his coat as he salted the sidewalks. And now John’s on his way again. For the fourth day in a row, John’s on his way to see him. To spend time with him and buy him a hot chocolate and maybe put one of those strong arms around him as they walk the farm and look for a tree for him to take to work. He wonders if John will notice if Gale goes intentionally slow on their search to stretch out the time. Will he kiss him hello when he gets out of his truck? Is that a thing Gale gets to have now? He hopes so.

Luck [10:59pm] Buck🎄: Think I might like dancing if it’s with you John pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes crinkling, stomach fluttering again. [11:00pm] John: I’ll start brainstorming for a good song. Gotta find the perfect one to hold you close to. [11:01pm] Buck🎄: Just google, ‘longest song in the world’. He barks out a laugh, head shaking, feeling warm inside and out because of this sweet man. He’s never been a lucky guy so how did he find him? How can he make sure he gets to keep him? [11:01pm] John: You gotta stop being so damn adorable when I’m not there to see it in person. It’s not fair [11:02pm] Buck🎄: As you wish. I’m falling asleep anyway, better let it happen. John frowns down at the message. [11:02pm] John: 😞

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Your words are: heat, step, heavy, light

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LOULOU'S 11PM UNFILTERED THOUGHTS 🍒

hiii babes 💌 oh my, this is my first ever blog here! genuinely soso excited aahh but okay, little disclaimer before we begin because i know how the internet is: this is me yapping. completely blunt, honest, soft but raw. i’m not here to bash, hate, or be bitter. i’m just talking about my personal experience and how i’ve outgrown certain energies. if you love that, cool. if you hate that, cool. this is just my lil pocket of the internet where i get to be honest, girly, messy, introspective, and reflective. so as usual, take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. love you <3✨ okay so it’s literally 11:04PM right now as i’m typing this. i was sitting in bed, hair in the messiest yet somehow pinterest-worthy claw clip known to mankind, a cup of cold tea i forgot about, and scrolling through some random old youtube videos for background noise while clearing out my pinterest boards. and then out of nowhere, it hit me like a damn train:

“wait. why do i not vibe with thewizardliz anymore? like actually, what happened?”

and girly… once that thought opened the door? the floodgates. every single weird intuition moment, every cringe post, every contradictory quote, every rushed decision, every time my gut said “ew no” came FLOODING BACK. like my intuition literally grabbed me by the collar and went “HELLO??? WAKE UP???”

and i realized… i’ve been holding this in for MONTHS. i’m not even gonna lie to you, she was my roman empire at one point. like, fr. when i tell you the CHOKEHOLD this woman had on my self-concept era back in like 2022-early 2023?? insane. i felt so powerful, so untouchable, so expensive watching her videos. she made me wanna wear all black, listen to french jazz, journal and write my affirmations, and reject any man without a yacht. like?? the confidence boost was CRAZY. and i’m not here to discredit that. that era was beautiful for what it was. she did play a part in my self-love journey. and i’ll always thank that version of her for that.

BUT.

something shifted. and i know y’all felt it too.

the second she started talking about that man… my intuition was SCREAMING. like actually on fire. my gut was twisting like i drank expired almond milk. i remember watching that one video where she casually mentioned him wanting to marry her 36 hours and calling it romantic and my literal stomach dropped. and i ignored it at first because i was still in my “liz is intelligent she knows what she's doing.” era. but deep down… i knew something was off.

and here’s where i started losing trust:

★ the hypocrisy. how can you tell me not to let a man breathe in my direction unless he can buy me a private island when you’re openly admitting your man is possessive, love-bombs you, aware that he stalked you at an airport, rushed a proposal, and you’re calling it your love fantasy?? like babe… the math is not mathing. it just isn’t. and the worst part is how so many of her fans defend it like it’s a romance novel. no, my love. this is real life.

★ the shift in her energy. remember how glowy and magnetic she was before him? she was in her prime. her content was pure, empowering, and it FELT good. and then it slowly got… weird. flexy. superficial. rushed. unrelatable. you could see it in her eyes. like someone dimmed her light.

★ the fanbase problem. one thing about me, i’m not trying to be in a fandom that treats someone like a flawless goddess immune to accountability. the way people attack anyone with a different opinion is scary. i don’t vibe with that energy. you can admire someone and still be honest when they’re not moving right. critical thinking isn’t hate.

★ the contradictions in her advice. i get it, we’re all human. none of us practice every single thing we preach 24/7. but there comes a point where it’s no longer empowering advice… it’s empty quotes attached to behavior that directly contradicts it. how are you gonna tell me to raise my standards and then rush into a relationship with a walking red flag you met at baggage claim?? like respectfully, no.

★ the final call: when she got cheated on. and hear me out, i am NOT victim blaming. no woman deserves to go through that, and i’d never wish that on anyone. but the way it happened, and the things she openly shared in that video and her stories? it was like the final puzzle piece for me. like confirmation from the universe that my gut had been right all along. she literally admitted to the love bombing, the red flags, the possessiveness, the rush. she admitted he stalked her, wanted to marry her 36 hours in, and she brushed it all off because it felt like a movie. and i realized… how can i take relationship advice from someone making those choices? not in a judgmental way, but in a “we’re clearly in different chapters of life” way. it was karmic, it was inevitable, and it hurt to watch. but it was my final wake-up call. the moment i knew this just isn’t the kind of guidance or energy i need anymore.

★ the karma. i’m not even one to wish bad on anyone. truly. but i do believe the universe corrects imbalances. and from what we’ve seen unfold, it seems like things caught up. and it’s a lesson. for all of us. but not in the “oh if he cheated on THE wizardliz then i’m definitely gonna get cheated on” kind of lesson. no. some people, and way too many of them, seem to have only noticed this through the lens of relationships. like babes… there is still hope. there’s always hope. thank God i’m experiencing it right now, and it’s made me realize that the energy you align yourself with MATTERS. the mindset you move through life with matters. when you’re grateful, aware, discerning, and divinely protected, you start to see how many blessings are already surrounding you. you’re not doomed. you’re not next. don’t let other people’s situations plant fear in your chest. learn from it, yes. stay cautious, always! you never truly know what might be happening behind closed doors. but also trust that your life can and will unfold beautifully when you’re grounded in your own worth. and that’s the real lesson here. not fear. not doom. discernment, gratitude, and alignment.

and listen, i’m not writing this to cancel her or to tell you guys to unfollow. i’m just saying for me… she’s no longer in alignment with the type of role models i want in my life. and that’s definitely normal and okay. we can outgrow people without hating them, we can thank them for what they offered and keep going!

what i’m taking from this:

★ i’ll still apply the good advice she gave. because wisdom is wisdom no matter who says it.

★ i’m learning to trust my intuition IMMEDIATELY.

★ i’m realizing i don’t need internet role models to validate my worth or tell me how to live.

★ i’m embracing raw, relatable, imperfect women who don’t sugarcoat their journeys or flex for clout.

advice for my loves reading this: ★ don’t be afraid to outgrow the people you once idolized.

★ it’s okay to admit someone’s no longer good for your energy.

★ you don’t have to pick sides between hater and fan. you can exist in between. you can be neutral. you can be honest.

★ most importantly, trust your gut. always.

so yeah. there’s my little rant. or big one idk 😭 i hope this didn't seem passive aggressive or rude lol. only pure intentions here! i just had to get it out because it’s been sitting heavy in my chest for a while. and if you relate… hiii!!! you’re not alone. i’m sending you love, clarity, and expensive girl energy. 💎

time for me to go get my beauty sleep!! midnight cinderella vibes who? anywho! love you endlessly, babes. stay soft, stay sharp, stay honest. goodnight babies <3

xoxo, loulou 🍒