#Im a sap

[filthystarboy]

I like to think when Logan goes on his lone wolf travels that last days, morph gives em lots of kisses on the face before he leaves <3

[jesters-throne]

So, so happy people are enjoying Nikola :') it's so nice to see all the sweet comments people make on my posts or in the tags. I've always been worried about making comics or posting things I don't see as "perfect," but it's been very fulfilling to put this stuff out there.

The next part in the series should be out asap :D Working night shift doesn't mix well with making art but we persevere!

[asurius]

Wukong with a Reader spouse he absolutely adores to bits back before he got sealed under the mountain and when Tripitaka comes to free him reader is with him and Wukong is so happy that he’ll have them with him on this journey and-

Why don’t they remember him?

Nothing they’re saying is making sense, they don’t remember Flower Fruit Mountain? Or Water Curtain Cave? All the monkeys?

This must be a case of amnesia or something, that’s it. He’s not focused on the implications of this, his spouse is in-front of him now and that’s what matters! He’ll helpfully fill in the blanks and tell them everything!

Reader is a bit put off by the strange monkey who insists he knows them and talks about things that couldn’t have happened, but he’s fun to talk to so they at least listen.

It’s not until the White Bone Demon Arc when Wukong gets banished and takes Reader with him and returns to FFM that he finds out what really happened.

A lot has happened in 500 years and not every monkey made it.

His partner died. They died years ago. From either Erlang’s fire or from one of the numerous hunter attacks.

He’s been traveling with their reincarnation this whole time.

He doesn’t…He doesn’t know how to feel. He should be relieved right? Atleast they’re technically back with him before he even knew of their death right? It can be like nothings changed but-

But they died. Their reincarnation isn’t them. Not fully. Gods how did he not see the differences before? Because he was lying to himself. He didn’t want to see the obvious conclusion.

He mourns. He respectfully apologizes to reader and then distances himself. What would’ve been a time for celebration at his return is instead a wake for all those lost.

But reader is confused. All those stories he was telling were true? He wasn’t technically confusing them for someone else, they were that someone else! Reader has definitely been developing their own feelings for Wukong in the meantime but never acted on them because how could they? All this time they’ve thought Wukong had them confused!

But now they’re in a weird place. Wukong doesn’t know how to feel anymore, he does care for reader, he still loves them, but even if they’re so much like his reader that it hurts it’s not them, but it is? But he loves them as he’s come to know them not just as the them he thought they were. It’s too much for him and he needs time to process.

And then Bajie comes to collect them and it’s a much harder sell this time but reader convinces him they have to go back. And he has always listened to them if nothing else.

When all is said and done and Tripitaka is saved once more Reader takes Wukong to the side away from the others and sits him down.

They have a long long talk. They both want a relationship but both agree it would be better to start from scratch. And so they have a moment of proper introductions.

“Hi, my name is (Y/N)”

“Hello (Y/N), my name is Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, you might’ve heard of me.”

“Oh yes I’ve heard you’re pretty great!”

“And I’ve heard the same about you! Tell you what, a couple of greats like us would be even better together wouldn’t you say?”

“I think I’d like nothing more!”

[crystalgrottos]

gods she looks like a damn painting. should learn how to paint portraits for her...

[secretiveambitions]

Never thought that I would be the type who hates it when my partner is at work and I’m home alone. But here I am, counting down the hours until she gets back

[toastyliltoasts]

Rant time

Currently on a vacation with some of my mom's friends, the closest friends of my mom being a lady and a guy. We were ordering what we wanted for dinner and the said guy was taking a pretty long time to order, which we didnt mind because it hadnt reached that level of frustration inducing yet, but the girl was pretending to be pissed off as a joke and asked him what the hell he wanted. I KID YOU NOT, HE IMMEDIATELY SAID 'You :)'

I was shamefully starting to ship them in my head before I got to know they were married 😭😭

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Your post about ur husband's new lightsaber just reminds me of when I bought my wife a 25th anniversary limited edition of the princess bride book with new illustrations. I kept hearing her in the other room gasping about the illustrations and how accurate they were, and hearing her giggle and squeal literally made my heart lurch with joy and happiness. I'm fuckin. So stupid in love with that woman.

~vulpesverda (sorry it's a side blog LMAO)

Ashskslakjhgjks this is so cute 🥺🥺🥺

Shit like this makes me so happy that love exists and that humanity is real and that our brains developed to require and need social interaction and comfort to produce certain chemicals and and and-

Your wife sounds fkn cute and yall are adorable ♡♡♡

[thechosengryffindor]

ugh the magic compatiblity trope gives me life

[elysian-noctuary]

How each canon and oc muse feel about each other (JJK muses, Haibara)

bc this is my hell and this is what I think about when I have nothing else <3

Inumaki -- Silly little dude! :)

He's so nice, and loves sharing his food with him!

Honestly, looks like he gives the best hugs.

Ino -- They vibe; and the brain cell they were sharing is suddenly missing. Just some guys being dudes.

Would cause a riot with each other; the vibes would be out the door.

These two together would be trouble (in a good way)

Junpei -- The kid has had it rough, and its obvious. So why not try to make it a little better?

Found out his shikigami was the jellyfish. Invested in a small tank for Junpei to keep in his dorm with some fish!

Even if Junpei comes off with a little bit of a bite, that heart is there; and Haibara is about to scoop it out. No sad people in his presence! That's illegal!

Adrian -- He has a lot of anxiety. Its clear he hasn't had much help.

Is there to listen, even if its a painfully slow process to earn trust. It'll be worth it, right?

Adrian is a patient guy who deserves to be catered to every now and then. He's earned it.

Might not know much about his family's lineage, but from what he's been told, its not clean. But Adrian is a good guy! I can tell he's nothing like what everyone claims to be. The exact opposite, really.

Masoko -- Much like Adrian, he knows that her past isn't exactly squeaky clean either. She may act all tough, and she is! But... her attitude doesn't quite match her heart. No quite.

Looks past her rough edges, and sees right into the heart-- knows she is a good person, no doubt.

Still kinda scary though, she's got that tough girl act down!

Kumoshin -- Brain cell? On vacation.

The two of them activate silly mode quite often.

Can absolutely see each other becoming super close friends.

Also, a little crazy. But a little crazy is what we need sometimes... right?

Kyoki -- Greatly admires her attitude. Reminds him of Nanami.

She may come off a little cold, but ultimately, she's using her abilities to maximize the safety of others.

So thoughtful, independent, and caring.

Definitely a stronger personality. She won't roll over easy, and that's amazing!

[j-hawthorn]

Finished a Christian historical cowboy romance today and my conclusion is: I am not Christian so I'm always a little surprised when gods invited to a party but obviously knew what i was getting into lol I had a good time though!!! good romance, love a sensitive and rugged cowboy trying to do right

It definitely hit the slow burn zone because goodness me those two WANTED TO FUCK but DID NOT Which look, I get it, gods here, but 1) they were married (marriage of convenience) and full of longing and 2) not even off page!!!! No tasteful fade to black!!!

[nerdofallkinds]

Hello! List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :D

Hi!!!

Oooo this is exciting! I've never had a ask before lol!

My dog (classic I know haha)

Animation! I absolutely love it as a art medium and entertainment🙃

A good period peace/historical drama!🏛

Fandoms! Any vibe, medium or content📖

Asks! And community engagement im a huge nerd and love to share that with eveyone! 🥰

[newttxt]

“ain’t no one born into this world to be alone!”

happy birthday, robin!!! 🌸

[mallowsweetmiri]

Need you to continue Best Friend! Fred please… PLEASE… I am begging on my knees… You write so well… I will be waiting right here… Oh how I yearn for Best Friend! Fred…

Merry Christmas sluts ❤️

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Bestfriend!Fred with no boundaries teaches you how to have sex pt 2

summary: its the day after you asked Fred to teach you about sex, and he's keeping up on his promise.

warnings: smut, cursing

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It wasn’t unusual for you to think about Fred first thing in the morning. You often walked to breakfast with the twins and saw him within your classes on a daily basis. But it was unusual to wake up with your panties completely soaked while thinking about him. Was this something that happened the morning after, or did you just not shower well enough after last night?

Either way, you ended up taking a very cold shower before breakfast. By the time you came down to the common room, Fred and George were waiting by the couches. Fred smiled as he watched you come down the stairs.

“Good morning, lovely,” Fred said as you approached them. He pulled you under his arms as the three of you started towards the exit.

“Good morning,” you smiled, happy to start another day by your best friends side.

“What am I, a flobberworm?” George scoffed sarcastically from behind. You rolled your eyes playfully and looked back at him.

“Good morning to you too, George,” you teased, walking through the portrait hole. The day seemed much brighter in the halls, and it looked surprisingly nice out. The three of you walked into the Great Hall and sat down where you normally did, next to Hermione usually at this time of the morning.

"Good morning," she chirped, her head buried in a book.

“Morning, Hermione,” you greeted, taking a seat.

“Whatcha reading there?” The twins sat on the other side of the table.

“Ancient Uses of Mystic Herbs,” she replied, sitting up straighter and flipping her book up to show the cover. “Trying to find something that could help Harry.” You hummed in interest as Hermione sank back into her book. George pulled out a paper and began writing at the bottom.

"What’s that?" you asked, buttering your toast. George smirked and gave you a funny look.

"The Herbology assignment that's due today?" George said questioningly, raising his brows at you. Your brows shot up in response as you remembered the blank paper in your bag.

"I completely forgot about that assignment," you gasped. "Fred, can I please, please copy yours?" You pleaded, sticking your bottom lip out in persuasion. He shot you back an amused look as he gathered sausages onto his plate.

"Y/N, you're usually such a good student,” he teased, shaking his head at you in disapproval. “Were you distracted yesterday?” You sharpened your eyes at him and he laughed, passing you his paper. You felt your cheeks heat up. At least he was letting you copy off of him.

"You're too nice to her, Freddie," George joked, shaking his head at him.

"Ah, it's the least I can do for my best friend," Freddie grinned, leaning over the table to pinch your cheek. You batted his head away and started furiously copying his work, ignoring George laughing at you. As you copied his work, he filled your mug with tea. Earl grey with a dash of cream, just the way you liked it. By the time breakfast was over, you had finished the assignment and were off to your first class of the day.

The day dragged on per usual. In Herbology, Fred and George rubbed sneezewart on the observation sheets causing multiple students to rush out of class in a fit. You had a few classes without Fred and George, and Ancient Runes was your final class for the day. You stared out the window as dull clouds began to roll in from the forest. You tried to pay attention to Professor Babbling, but her droning voice quickly became background noise. The clouds came in closer to the castle, the sound of thunder rumbling through the windows. Rain storms always made you feel cozy, and you wished class would end so you could curl up in your favorite jumper. It was Fred’s Gryffindor sweatshirt and the memory of its smell reminded you of yesterday. His skin had been so close to you, and while it was comforting, there was something else. A want, a yearning to just press your hips against his. Your head snapped away from the window as your peers began to gather their belongings. You began to do the same, noting the slickness between your thighs. There it was again. You needed to find Fred and ask him what you should do about it. Was it pathetic that you knew virtually nothing about sex? You slung your bag over your shoulder and left the classroom, moving hastily towards Gryffindor. You knew Fred wouldn’t judge you and would actually teach you, that’s why you had asked him in the first place. But would he pity you for barely knowing anything at all?

By the time you got to the tower, it was pouring outside. There was the usual chatter and rough housing in the common room, but your failure to spot Fred had you climbing the stairs to his dorm. You were frustrated and cold and you just wanted to be near your best friend.

When you opened the door after a hurried knock, you were happy to see only Fred in the room. He was laying on his bed reading his book.

"Hi Y/N," he greeted, looking up from his book. "How was class?" You huffed as you moved towards his closet, pulling his hoodie out and slipping it on over your head.

"It was terrible," you pouted, coming over to his bed. Fred put his book down and opened his arms to you. You fell gladly into his chest.

"Why was it terrible love?" Fred mumbled into your hair. You groaned and buried yourself deeper into him.

"It's just..." you hesitated, always losing the courage to talk about stuff like this.

"Is it about yesterday?" Fred asked, his hand petting the back of your head. He always knew what you were thinking and you were relieved that he had caught on.

"Yes," you fussed, sitting up from his grasp. Fred huffed out a chuckle and followed suit. "It's just that, I can't stop thinking about it, y'know?"

"Oh, I know," Fred mumbled. You continued on with your ramblings.

"It's like I'm in class and I'm just distracted," you explained, your hands gesturing wildly. "And my underwear has been wet for hours. How do I make it stop?" Fred swallowed and dropped his gaze to your skirt.

"Darling, it's not something you can just stop," Fred explained, his eyes coming back up to yours. "Your body just wants more." You pursed your lips as you pondered this for a second, listening to the rain pelt against the window. Maybe you really did want more...

"I want to go all the way," you declared, sitting up straight and nodding your head. Fred couldn't help but smiled at your naivety.

"You want to go 'all the way'?" Fred chuckled, teasing your choice of words. He found this entire situation charming.

"Yes," you huffed defiantly. "I want you to have sex with me." Fred chuckled in disbelief and ran his hands through his hair. Your bold innocence made his head spin.

"It's going to hurt," Fred warned, trying his best to properly inform you before you made the decision to lose your virginity. He wouldn't be able to say no to you.

"Okay," you nodded, your fingers playing with the hem of your sock. "What else?"

"You might bleed," he said. "And it might not feel good at all this time." Your brows furrowed.

"But everybody says sex feels amazing?" You questioned, tilting your head. Freds half smile made you heart skip. That was new.

"It does," he chuckled, his eyes falling to your lips for a moment. "But it might be uncomfortable your first time. Especially with me,” he teased. You rolled your eyes at his insinuation and he laughed again. "I'm serious, Y/N. I don't want you to do something you don't want to do." This was clearly the wrong thing to say as you leaned forward to roughly grasp his shoulders.

"Fred, I want this. I want to know what it feels like and there's nobody else on this entire planet I trust more than you," you stated, gripping his shoulders as he watched your declaration.

"Well if I'm going to fuck you we need to kiss first," he grinned cheekily, watching the heat rise up to your cheeks.

"Oh, shut the fuck up," you huffed, finding the courage to lean forward to kiss him. He laughed into the kiss but gladly gripped your hips in return, his mouth moving in tandem. You kissed him greedily, your body moving on its own. Fred swept you onto your back, crawling over your without breaking the kiss. Within seconds, he had taken the control back from you, his kiss melting away your sudden burst of courage. He clearly knew what he was doing and you didn't put up a fight for dominance. The ache in your core surged as his knee pried open your legs, causing a moan to leave your lips. You felt more confident this time, less embarrassed of your noises of ecstasy as Fred's knee applied a much needed pressure to your cunt. You let your hands grip his hair, then run down his back. You felt him groan and it made you want to do it again. You were surprised at your self assurance, and even more surprised that you seemed to have to same effect on Fred that he had on you. His teeth bit softly into your neck in a change of pace.

"Fred," you moaned instinctively, you back arching off the mattress against your will. He didn't stop, instead tearing off your sweatshirt. This prompted the two of you to hastily take off all your clothes, only stopping to laugh when your hand accidentally whacked Fred in the face. The laughter faded as he came forward again, this time kissing you with such tenderness, you thought you were melting back into the mattress.

Fred was hopeless; he had been ruined since yesterday. He knew from the moment he kissed you that he'd been a complete fool. All day he'd been trying to convince himself otherwise, that he didn't harbor any romantic feelings towards you and you were still just his bestfriend. He wasn't going to bother lying to himself any longer. He was hopelessly in love with you.

His kiss began to trail down your neck again, then to your breast, then down your navel. Fred wanted to devour you. He wanted to watch as you came again for him. It drove him crazy that he was the only person to watch you unravel.

"F-Fred," you breathed, your hands tugging at his hair. "What are you doing?" His brown eyes peered up at you as he pressed his mouth into your thigh, making your hips buck.

"Before you have sex, we need to get you nice and wet for me darling," he breathed, kissing closer to your cunt. His fingers ran up your slit and you shivered. "Although, it doesn't seem like you need much help." You didn't have time to respond before he pressed a kiss into your clit, effectively sucking the rest of the air out of your lungs. You shuddered repeatedly as he licked gently on your sensitive clit. It felt so different from his fingers, so wet and warm. It took you a moment in your daze to realize he was moaning into your pussy, greedily lapping at your clit and pushing his tongue inside you. Fred wasn't even trying to hold himself back, his arms wrapping underneath you thighs and pulling you into his face. You tried to press him off of you, embarrassed at how close he was to you heat, but his grip won over you. His tongue lapped in circle, his gentle suck and kiss pulling terrible noises from your mouth. With every movement, the pressures built up inside you, sensation washing over you as you rocked your hips against his tongue. It felt like only a minute had passed when the tightness in your core suddenly snapped.

"Oh, fuck-" you cried as you came unexpectedly onto his tongue, the waves of intense pleasure taking away your ability to breathe. He sighed deeply as he lapped it all up, his grip not loosening for a second. It was only when he felt your legs kicking and your needy pleas for him that he gave one last gentle kiss to you clit. You stared at him breathlessly, unsure of what to say after you just came all over your bestfriends face. Luckily for you, Fred didn't miss a beat.

"You taste so fucking good," Fred praised, kissing up your stomach as you caught your breath. “You’re so good at this Y/N. Did that feel good?" He asked, coming up to hover over your face and brush the sweaty strands of hair off your face. You nodded shyly as you breathed, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss. He chuckled as he accepted your kiss before saying, "Use your words, darling."

"Yes," you panted, pulling the back of his head down towards you. "That felt so good, Freddie." Fred groaned as his mouth came down to savor your kiss. You stayed like this for a while, kissing as Fred gently pressed his hips into yours. After a while, your hips began to rock with his, naturally moving with the rhythm he had set. There was nothing between the two of you besides his thin boxers, and you could feel his hard length rubbing against you. Occasionally, his tip would catch your entrance, and the pressure made the both of you groan.

"I'm ready," you mumbled into his lips, the two of you unable to break your kiss. He hummed into your lips and kissed you hard for a few more second before he pried himself off of you. He kneeled over you, freeing himself from his boxers with a slap. Your mouth parted slightly at the sight of him, and you were starting to believe him when he said it might hurt. His smile was more adoring than teasing as he watched you gape at his size. You watched breathlessly as he stroked himself a few times before coming back over you.

"Are you sure?" He asked once more, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, spreading your slickness. You weren't sure you could even speak as you watched him do this, you were mesmerized.

"Yes," you breathed, you gaze coming back up to his. His eyes searched your face for any hesitation, and when he found none, he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Just tell me if you want to stop," he soothed, brushing your fallen hair behind your ear. You nodded and tightened your grip on the back of his neck. He pressed a kiss to your lips and pushed himself inside of you.

Fred felt like an idiot as he exhaled into the kiss, his thumb rubbing gently across your cheek. He couldn't believe he didn't realize how much he liked you, how much he loved you. He wanted to swallow you whole. He wished that you knew how much this meant to him, but he knew you were too distracted to be thinking about anything else but his cock inside your tight pussy for the first time. Fuck.

"How does it feel, love," Fred asked, his voice nothing but a raspy whisper. You buried your face into his neck and whined.

"Just keep going," you whispered. "Please." Fred tried not to groan at your pleading as he pulled back again. He knew it must hurt for you, you were so tight. It was taking everything inside of him not to groan uncontrollably and push himself fully inside of you, you felt so good. His lips fell to your neck and left soothing kisses as he pushed himself into you again, this time going deeper. He felt your breath hitch into his neck as your eyes clamped shut. Fred's fingers gripped the sheets for his life.

"Just one more, darling. You’re doing so good," Fred muttered, pulling back gently once more. You nodded into his neck, making some sort of noise of assurance. With a final push, Fred bottomed out and let out an irrepressible moan. You cried again, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt his full length. He stayed like this for a moment, his lips encouraging you to return his kiss. You obliged and felt yourself relax, the feeling of his lips against yours softening your face. After a moment you let out a soft moan, the fullness inside of you finally satisfying what you thought would be a never ending ache. You moaned again into his kiss, this time louder as he became less controlled, his mouth eagerly devouring your own.

"It feels better now," you whispered into the kiss. Fred hummed and began to move with small and gentle pumps, letting you get used to his size. Fred's fingers were losing circulation as he gripped the bedsheets in an attempt to control himself from fucking you senseless. He fit perfectly inside you, and your breathy whimpers and pants were sending him over the edge. He made a critical mistake by pulling back to watch you as he picked up his pace, your watery eyes and swollen lips looked like heaven.

"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted, fully moving with his entire length at this point. "I'm not going to last long." You didn't seem to be able to form any coherent words besides your whines so you just nodded instead, overwhelmed by the unexpected knot forming in your stomach. He watched your eyes as he thrust into you over and over again, the pleasure on your face growing with each movement. His hand gripped your waist as he drove himself into you at his full capability for the final few thrusts. He couldn't help himself and from the noises you were making, you seemed to enjoy it. "Fuck," Fred whispered as he pulled out of you, pumping his cock a few times as he came on the sheets next to you. You watched in awe as he spurted hot liquid onto the bed, some of it falling onto the side of your hips. It made you buck you hips as the emptiness began to creep up, his warm cum dripping teasingly down your side. Fred finished and promptly smothered you in kisses, the two of you groaning as you rode out the last moments of euphoria with each other. Breathless and spent, Fred rolled off of you and pulled you in his chest.

"Are you okay, my love?" He asked, kissing the top of your head and your ears and your cheeks. You giggled and sighed into his kisses, coming up to place one onto his lips.

"Yes," you sighed. "More than okay." Fred smiled and huffed out a laugh, burying his face into you neck as his arms pulled you in tighter. You both sighed contentedly and rested like this for a moment, wetness and warmth in between your bodies.

"We need to get you cleaned up," Fred hushed, reaching over to his bedside to grab his wand. He quickly cleaned up the bed before moving to you, carefully casting the proper charms to get you clean before doing himself. "You should definitely use the bathroom soon and shower before you go to sleep tonight, love." Fred pressed a kiss to your lips again before pulling his sweatshirt over your head and finding you a fresh pair of his boxers to slip up your legs before pulling his sweats back on.

"Mmm," you groaned, closing your eyes and falling back onto his pillow. You were sapped. Fred chuckled and came to join you again, wrapping himself around you.

"Are you listening, love?" Fred teased, rubbing your back with his soft and sturdy hands.

"Mmm," you hummed again, burying yourself deeper into his chest, relishing in his comfort. He huffed out a laugh and buried himself back into your neck.

"Well, I'm getting you up in a moment to use the bathroom," he said, pressing a kiss into the fabric on your shoulders. "And you're not getting out of it. I'm not going to succumb to your cute little noises." You murmured again into his chest and smiled when this made him laugh.

"Can we do this again?" You asked quietly, almost hoping he hadn't heard you. He chortled at your question.

"Yes. Yes, we can do this again."

[12-gauge-rage]

Was bored at work so I made my wife a thing.

[snail-day]

Geto is such an acts of service husband. Not just a boyfriend - a husband. This man doesn’t date casually; he dates to marry, to commit. That’s why, after a long, exhausting day, he’s already waiting for you, warm towel in hand, ushering you into the shower before you can protest. He doesn’t say much, just murmurs something about how you need to relax, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he nudges you toward the warm water. When you emerge, skin damp and sleep already tugging at your strained eyes, he’s there. Sitting at the edge of the bed, patting the mattress in that gentle, expectant way of his.

"Lay down," soft murmured words from that sweet voice of his "Tummy first"

The moment you do, his big, warm hands are on you - pressing, kneading, smoothing out every bit of tension that settled into your muscles throughout the day. His touch remains firm yet careful, working through every knot with ease. You can feel the heat of his palms sinking deep, lulling you into something hazy, something safe.

The whole time, he talks to you. Soft murmurs as he applies more lotion to your skin. Asking about your day, about the little things. Did you eat enough? Did you drink enough water? Humming at each answer, thumbs pressing into the small of your back just right, lips curling when you melt beneath him.

"You really need to start stretching with me in the mornings," he mutters at one point, voice low, warm, teasing. "It’d help, you know."

But the words become background noise at this point, fading in and out as sleep drags you under. You barely register the last few strokes of his fingers over your back, the way his touch softens, the press of his lips against your shoulder before he finally pulls the blankets over you. As you drift off, barely clinging to consciousness, you hear it - his voice, soft and tender.

"Good girl. Sleep - I’ll be here when you wake up."

[sleepyagent]

Just trickle the sap out drop by drop

I’m the biggest hopeless romantic but I would never dare to let anyone know.