#sorry that I’m still here but really this is so cruel 🥲

[faela404]

Hello, I saw that you are open for some requests. May I request some platonic drabble for Dazai, in a story where Dazai and reader taking care of a stray kitten, reader is Dazai younger sibling

That is all, thank you and I hope you have a lovely day 💖

ahhh this is such a cute idea omg-

dazai x gn! sibling! reader (platonic !)

☆ light & love ☆

☆ during his time in the port mafia, dazai had never really been apart of your life. i mean sure you knew your brother existed, you had spent some time together but, since joining the port mafia you had barely seen him.

☆ recently however, dazai had been reaching out, something to do with a ‘new job’. it was weird to see your older brother after so long but it wasn’t unwelcome.

☆ over the course of a few weeks dazai and you had become a lot closer, similarly to how you were as children but, it was clear he had changed. you may not be as close as you used too but, you could still tell when he was hiding behind his fake joy.

“y/nnnnn! look! i got you and i some of the finest coffee this cafe has to offer” the taller man offered a smile to you before placing the cup of steaming coffee infront of you.

“did you actually pay for this osamu? or did you steal your coworker’s card again?” you asked inquisitively, raising an eyebrow towards your ‘dear’ brother.

he let out a loud gasp at the notion. he always did have such a flair for the dramatic huh?

“how dare you assume i would do such a thing” he raised a hand to his chest in mock offence, “this is an outrage, my own sibling, my own flesh and blood, doesn’t believe i’d do something so nice for them” he stared up at you, “just for that, you’re paying next time”

“…”

“so you did take his card then, yeah?”

☆ while you and dazai had definitely become closer, you didn’t trust eachother fully.

☆ however, that all changed one stormy night.

☆ you had never enjoyed walking down the streets of yokohama, after all this city was extremely dangerous, especially at night

☆ that’s when you heard it.

☆ a soft ‘pitter’ ‘patter’ behind you, at first you thought it was the rain until, you felt a small prickly feeling across your legs

☆ there, by your feet, stood the cutest, smallest little kitten you’d ever seen.

☆ her fur was soaked from all the rain and her little eyes were big and rounded as they stared right up at you, almost begging

☆ how could you refuse?

☆ carefully you scooped up the seemingly stray kitten and began towards your apartment until you remembered..

☆ your landlord doesn’t allow pets-

☆ you’d be kicked out in an instant if he ever saw the little guy

☆ you couldn’t just leave her here, i mean she could get hurt really bad or get sick from the cold, it’d be cruel! but, you had no where to take her-

☆ now wait a damn minute. didn’t dazai say his neighbours dog had been ‘screaming bloody murder all fucking night’? if his neighbour had a loud dog, then..

☆ his building allows pets!!

☆ but, would he even want to help you with this? i mean he is the one who lives there, he might not want a kitten running around

☆ it was too late now though, the poor baby was gonna get a cold and you were already on your way to his apartment building

☆ if only you knew what you was getting yourself into..

“‘SAMU! NO! SHE CANT EAT THAT!” you had said that line atleast 80 times in this past week. osamu had been more than happy to help you out with your new little friend, turns out your ex-mafiaso brother had a big soft spot for cats. how purrfect!

(i’m sorry, i couldn’t resist🥲)

that night, ‘samu and you had bathed and dried that little kitten along with feeding her until she passed out on osamu’s futon.

you had then proceeded to spend the next 2 hours arguing about what to call her and trying to convince ‘samu that “suicide”, “poison” & “noose” were not appropriate names for a kitten.

☆ you had never felt so happy before

☆ you had your brother back, even if you refused to admit it, you had missed him tremendously

☆ your trust in eachother had strengthened over the years as you two continued to take care of your little kitten

☆ dazai still housed her in his apartment but pretty soon you’d move to his building to be closer to her (and your brother but, you’d never admit that to him)

☆ ya’ll had become a happy little family

☆ you, dazai and himari

a/n ! - this was adorable omgnskskwkodow, thank you so much for the request this was a lot of fun to write! it was just what i needed after my test so yk-

also from what i found (on google lol) himari means sun or light and love (hence the name of the story) i just thought it was cute considering how dazai doesn’t really think he’s truly deserving of love and how light/ the sun is usually related to good and kind people which dazai would definitely not see himself as (cause he isnt #dazaislander) - anyway i just wanted to add that cause i thought is was cute!

[lovendermist]

HII im the anon that requested the doosmday fic, AND IT WAS SO GOODDD? u actually suprised me FORREAL unrequited love oOOHHH my jam fr😮‍💨😮‍💨 thank u for writing my silly request 🥲 i didnt actually expect u to write it after reading ur rules 😭 but i saw the fav lines post and i was on my feet the entire time as i was reading it

sorry for yappinf its my time to leave (im afraid ill be frequeting ur inboxes more often)

Hi doomsday fic anon! haha, thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you liked it 🥺 I really dont do angst and I think I could’ve done more with the story but I’m glad I surprised you!

And the rules are just my personal guidelines, I suppose! Simple enough, but still lets me write more than just fluff, hehe.

But let me tell you that I was so excited to see that request, coming to me with a song in mind is vicious and cruel and of coursee I’ll write it. It was fun analyzing a song like that and figuring out how it’ll play in the story. I’ve done songfics before and it was cool and all, but this song being new was very different in terms of how I made it!

And it was fun to overindulge a little, hehe. That first two lines: Pull the plug in September / I don't want to die in June was particularly fun to write because as Hange’s birthday is in September, mine is actually in June!

And NEVERRR apologize for yapping!!! I actually felt bad too for saying so much before starting the actual story, but I hope it was at least cool to see how much I thought of and how I made the story. And here I am yapping as well, haha.

But I do love being able to talk about fics and about Hange like this. I’m here if you guys ever want to yap about it! ^^

Can’t wait to see you around, doomsday anon!

[sillysadduck]

if lesley is not changing him out on purpose, then what if she just decides to do so last minute?

picture this-

yellow is on his death bed. he knows this all too well, having lost any mobility whatsoever. he can no longer see either; only staring into pitch black. his hearing is almost gone too, but that won’t matter anymore soon. he can feel red’s hand in his, the shakiness of it, the soft sobs. he can picture duck and red now, their faces engraved into his foggy brain. red’s sitting down in the chair he’s moved to the side of the bed, one hand clutching yellow’s, the other in duck’s. duck stands next to him, tears slipping down his rough and hollowed face, sweater pulled tight around him as he tries his best not to scream, to beg anything that may be above them to save him. suddenly, death doesn’t feel so scary anymore. yellow, of course, doesn’t what to go, but it’s not much worse than what he is now . besides, once he’s gone, duck and red won’t have to deal with him day and night, even though they promise it’s not a chore.

red, in a terrible moment of weakness, bolts up, tearing at his string. “i can’t do this,” he cries. “i can’t, i can’t, i can’t! i’m sorry.” his voice is shrill and raspy, throat raw from sobs. he runs out of the room, duck after him. yellow can hear their footsteps; feel the vibrations from the floor.

in a quick flash, he sees a lady in a colourful suit, sorting through her box of spares. she approaches the dollhouse, smiling. “it’s not your time yet,” she whispers and sets the spare yellow down in place of the old one.

then, in a blink of an eye, he feels better. he can see now, and his hearing’s returned completely. it’s all back to normal, he thinks, swinging himself out of bed. i wonder what i came down with. then, freezing, he realizes. if doesn’t hurt to think anymore. that fog that usually clouds his brain is cleared away magically.

he runs out to the room, cheering and waving his arms, so happy to be free and right again. both his dads are shocked, disbelieving. they rush over to him as if when they touch him, he’ll disappear in a puff of smoke. but no: he’s real. he’s real and well again. red rejoices, crying happily this time and hugging yellow so tight he can barely breath. but it’s okay because red wouldn’t hurt him and he is much to happy to care. he’s alive!

duck lingers back, a look of shocked horror on his face. his brain is reeling and he can’t begin to comprehend what just happened. yellow, who was on the brink of death, can now see and walk and cheer and laugh? with in a matter of minutes of just being almost dead?

there’s something terribly wrong here. duck wants to hug his husband and son - laugh and dance with the other two - but he can’t. his feet are glued in his position. this has to be a cruel trick, one played by a teacher or whatever other heartless beings that may inhabit this cursed world they live in. he knows it’s can’t be true.

and that’s why he runs. tears coming again in clawing gasps, tearing out of his throat, he run to harry’s and his bedroom, sobbing and tearing at his fur. it can’t be real. it just can’t.

eventually, he’ll get used to it, but duck’s initial reaction is to be terrified because he thinks it’s a trick. (sorry for the long thing btw)

BRO WHY DO YOU SLAP ME IN THE FACE WITH THIS I JIST WOKE UP I'M SOBBING 😭😭 AHHH I LOVE THIS. This actually made me reconsider the bad ending. But maybe we can have multiple endings 🤔 I REALLY LOVE THIS ONE, Duck would apologize for all the times he treated Yellow poorly :( DAMN Lesley should let them have a few days of peace after all that.

Red would probably keep a little bit of hope until the last second. Even after all the time he spent with Yellow dying slowly he still wanted to think things would reset as usual. Duck thought he was crazy but he was right 🥲

[weemssapphic]

Oh, even if the cat isn't the size you want, it's still cute. My cats are Snowshoe and Singapura.

I've given up cacti, which is a shame because I like them so much, but I don't want them to die a slow and painful death.

I'm not that cruel.

Oh, I expressed myself badly, sorry you didn't understand, better forget it. 😅

-🌵

yeah he is precious <3 he’s perfect the way he is hehe. i just think it would be neat to have a really huge cat 🤭 oooh those are lovely breeds <3

here’s a picture of my cat:

cacti are lovely but yeah i think this one will be my last when it finally dies 😂 i recently had a prayer plant die on me as well as it didn’t survive my vacation (that was 100% my fault though)

nooo you shouldn’t have to apologize because i’m Stupid haha. i want to hear what you have to say! (and i could talk about larissa all day 😂)

sorry for the late reply by the way, i went out last night and am lying in bed fighting for my life right now (why do hangovers have to get worse as you get older 🥲😅)

[itsdelicate]

omg i remember u mentioning getting a new tat and wanted to ask what u wanted to get but completely forgot dkjfns. so what did you get?

yes it isss!! it took me forever to properly get into music like the only reason i ever started liking specific artists was quarantine lmao. that is so wow omg. so like fearless era? that mustve been fun tho!! honestly i would love to spend half my life a swiftie lol. i was i was!! like omg the bad blood mv is prob one of the biggest "omg girls?!!?!??!!?" moments of my life like that scene w her velcroing on the boxing glove w her teeth,,, the hair, the makeup, just everything. i still scream a little when i see that scene lmao. and also like ybwm, love story, ikywt, blank space (another mv i was obsessed w), etc etc. the popular ones!! and my vocal teacher actually introduced me to cruel summer (which i loved) and also her cover of riptide. like now thinking ab it,,, how did he even know omg??? SO TRUE like inject ivy into my veins its so *chefs kiss*. YES YES YES mad woman is so scream in the car or into a pillow while crying i love her sm. LMAO YES i remember seeing it and genuinely thinking. huh. a happy song cool! and then its just pain for 5 mins which i absolutely LOVE.

AWWW THEYRE SO SWEET I CANT JKMDWMV i would cry if any of them did that to me. so valid so true shes just so !!!??!??!??!?!?!?

yessssssss. rapunzel is such an icon <3 she so issss!!!! OMG I LOVE MAMMA MIA SM!!!!! abba is obvs everything and meryl streep???!?!?!!!! AND amanda seyfried AND julie walters AND christine baranski???!!?!!!? AND colin firth and pierce brosnan?!?!?!?! its such a classic and i could watch it forever jkdmsfvjnm. yes omg i immediately stop the second i feel a bit annoyed w it. okok i def will!!

it is it is njskodjn. haha yea ik a lot of ppl dont really like it lmao but the second i heard it was obsessed. RIGHT??? makes me cry everytime. im very much a sad songs lover <3

yea me too!! like to go to a mall and seeing the massive tree and all the decorations?? so pretty so fun i love it.

glad i could be of service lol ajnsmf <3 yes it did thanks!! my friends and i are planning on watching the black panther movie together so that hopefully!! have u watched it? and wbu do u have any plans? also i realise that i totally spam u in these replies iwdkfvs im so sorry i talk and ramble a lot lmao

xxx ur secret santa

very rude of tumblr not to tell me i got your ask 😒 anyway! it’s a little mermaid rat!! it has the prettiest colours in it’s tail and the design was to raise funds for the mermaids charity who support trans, non-binary and gender diverse kids and families <33333

oooh gotcha i totally get it a lot of my friends aren’t into music like at all but i’m so glad you found a love for taylor’s music hehe yess fearless era!! but you’re here now!! you can be an honorary since-fearless-era stan 😌 love that for you omg the scene you’re talking about it,,, Yes whew on this topic i didn’t know it then but the story of us mv was a gay awakening for me ahdjfj and yes the blank space mv was SO good!! (is it your fav music video?) i will never not be upset that cruel summer didn’t become a single IT WAS RIGHT THERE!!! omgggg stop her cover of riptide is my fav thing ever i listened to it obsessively for ages your vocal teacher knew what he was doing 😌 help i didn’t even process that it’s over 5 mins long it’s so 🥲

EXACTLY EXACTLY!!! i had like post concert (convention 🤔) depression for days after lmao

YESSS it’s such a classic and so feel good i love it so so much!! my cousin introduced me to all the abba songs when i was like 7 and she burned them onto a cd for me under the instructions that id stop singing mamma mia at all hours cause i was annoying her 💀 and then i proceeded to audition with mamma mia the song for my school’s talent show and all the teacher’s laughed cause i was literally 8 years old singing about how i’d been cheated on and i was brokenhearted 😭 shfkgk i have to do that when i overplay taylor’s songs sometimes like ok i have to listen to another album now or i’ll burn myself out smh

it had such a different sound! but i love it now and omg i always find myself avoiding really sad songs 🤧

yeah!! it’s such a lovely time and i adore going to christmas markets <3

omg nice! no i haven’t ahdjf i actually haven’t seen mcu movies 🫣 i never got into them and my friend’s a huge fan who keeps asking to me watch them but it feels like there’s too much to get into now from the beginning shdjf and no omg i love it!! spam away 😌

i hope you’re having a good week!! 🥰

[askinkiskarma]

Hello! I've also read "Cruel summer" recently. Oh man, It really made my heart wrench but I enjoyed it so much. Sometimes it's really hard to find fanfics that makes you feel that way, so I absolutely loved it.

I actually found it on Ao3 and then I followed you here to see if there was a sequel - I noticed that there is but it's been a while the last update 🙈

Anyway, I wanted to send this anon a while ago but I was really shy hahaha.

PS: I agree that they are LOML coded and they also remind me of the meme: "are they lovers? WORSE!"

Omg my hearttt 🥲🥲🥲 i’m so happy you enjoyed it, thank you so much for still reading my work!!

I’m sorry that the sequel is still not finished 😓 i would make promises of soon, but honestly i just don’t have any time at the moment.

HAHAHAHHA they are worse than lovers. I miss writing and relating every song and meme to my stories, those were the times for sure.

Big smooches 🤍🤍

[padawansubscription]

Kintsugi.

Pairing: lyutsifer safin x gn!reader

Summary: the kitchen is your safe place until it isn’t.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: angst, anxiety

A/N: help! i’m a simp for safin and also really bad at science 🥲 been meaning to write this bad boy for a while now, so kudos to me! and as always, feedback is appreciated (even if it’s anonymous).

p.s. there’s no fluff. but it is a beginning. and no, i didn’t forget about boba. i’m just really, really bad at planning...

1:17 AM

It was one of those nights.

With a sigh, you shoulder the doors open, one hand holding a mug, the other pocketed for warmth. It's awfully cold, but you suppose that's the nature of a kitchen after dark. You pass by the pots and pans, taking your usual route. Faint echoes alert your presence, light footsteps pitter-pattering across the cold concrete floor, followed by the shuffling of your lab coat.

The kitchen was vast, and when empty, ideal for taking a break. The key was to come in after 1:00 AM. By then, the staff and cleaning crew were long gone, leaving the place spotless to a fault. And while employees weren't prohibited from entering the kitchen, it was heavily frowned upon, a lesson you learned from your second visit. It's why you don't turn on the lights, opting to walk in the dark, guided by the faint glow of the exit signs above. There were "landmarks" to your route; first, the closet, then the sinks, and around the corner was—

A kettle, on the stove, with a fire going.

You freeze. Wide eyes search around but to no avail. Who's making tea at 1:00 AM? Your mind races for an answer. None of your colleagues are awake. Maybe security? Though, you didn't peg them as the tea-type. No offense to Primo. No, all offense to Primo. Bracing yourself, you call out. "Hello?" Silence. A moment passes before you take a tentative step. 

The kettle was traditional in its shape, round with a top handle. It was ceramic and black and—

You realize there's more to its side. Trails of gold spanned across its edges, diverging and meeting at various points. Like lightning, you muse, enamored. To call it beautiful would be an understatement. And it didn't help that the gold gleamed with the fire. You reach for the lid.

"Kintsugi."

Your heart nearly gives out, and you applaud yourself for not screaming then and there. Heart pounding, you register the voice—the accent—and pale as his steps near you.

Lyutsifer Safin walks into the light, and it's no wonder you missed him. He wore his signature navy coat and black sweater, making him nearly impossible to see in the dark. And maybe that's the point. You step aside as he approaches the kettle, also mug in hand.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize you were here, I—"

He raises a hand. Relax. "Why are you in the kitchen, doctor?" He asks, not nearly as chastising as he was curious. He notices your mug.

"Um, water, sir." 

"Water," he repeats, pouring his tea. It smells good even from this distance. "As far as I'm aware, there is water in the office and your quarters." To this, you nod. "So why come all the way here?"

"It helps me think," you admit, albeit hesitantly. "The walking," you gesture around, "and the silence, it helps me think outside of the box sometimes. I hope that's okay..."

He lets out a soft 'ah.' "It seems we come here for the same reason. Here." He hands you his mug.

You stare at the mug, brain processing—

"An exchange, doctor."

Still processing, you hand over your mug for his. "What is it, sir?"

"Tea."

If you didn't feel dumb before, you did now. Nodding, you blow your tea, averting your gaze in favor of the mug.

Despite his polite, though reserved, manner, you were wary of his presence. Whispers of his reputation painted him as a cruel, unforgiving man. "Try not to stare," your colleague warned, "or else you'll disappear like the last guy." So you did, avoiding his eyes every time he visited the office, only listening in from the sidelines as he spoke to your supervisor. Granted, he rarely paid mind to you or the others. You wouldn't be surprised if he didn't know your name.

"I didn't poison your tea if that's what you're thinking."

You jump, eyes flickering to his before returning to the mug. Has he been watching you this whole time? "Excuse me?"

"You haven't had your tea yet."

"Oh no. I didn't- I-" You give up. You take a sip.

Satisfied, he turns and pours himself a cup, setting aside the kettle but keeping the fire alive.

A hum escapes you. "This is good!" You marvel, perhaps a little too excited. Fuck, this was actually delicious. You didn't know tea could even taste like this. It tasted clean without any artificial flavor, light yet rich in its experience. You take another sip. "Is it jasmine?" You ask, noting the familiar floral scent.

"Among other leaves. A personal recipe."

"Wow. You should consider opening a shop, sir. I don't think I've had tea this good before," you chuckle without thinking. Wait, was that too much? Regret slowly washes over you, dampening your mood. You anxiously glance his way, but he sips his tea, seemingly unbothered by your comment.

"Tell me, doctor." His gaze returns to you. "How long have you been on the island?"

"A little over two years, sir. Dr. Fukunaga recruited me in the winter."

"And you know him from your time at the CIA."

So he did know you. "I- yes," you swallow, hyper-aware of your clammy hands. Why were you sweating so much? "He was the head of our research department. Much like how it is right now." Fuck, can he hear you swallow? Maybe he did poison your tea.

He sets down his- your mug. "He mentioned you were working on the new strain."

"Yes. I was hoping to look into something," you hesitate, "but we're still early in our research. Though, we should have something by this week." You quickly add for reassurance.

"And what is this idea of yours?"

"I- It's premature to say. And Dr. Fukunaga hasn't approved it yet, so we're—"

"Doctor." 

He doesn't continue. He's waiting, you realize. Cautiously, you lift your head, surprised to see his grey eyes. Weird, you always thought they were brown for some reason. And like a victim of Medusa, you found yourself staring back, unable to break away from his gaze.

"Humor me."

"This strain has a set of toxins we haven't seen in the other nightshades. I mean, it's still closer to the Atropa belladonna than Petunia, but it's different. I think we can use these toxins to make a-" your face flushes as you rub the back of your neck, "for lack of better words, a truth serum."

 Safin tilts his head, his brows furrowing by a fraction. "We already have truth serums."

"Not quite." Your bite your lower lip. "We have serums that render our subjects vulnerable and easy to manipulate. Sometimes they tell the truth, sometimes don't, they tell versions of the truth, and that's because they no longer have ownership of their memories."

"Then we torture." He shrugs as if this was an obvious alternative.

"We can..." you agree, "but torture involves tools, time," you count with your fingers, "as well as the right person and threat. It isn't the most accessible method. And it can be damaging in the sense that the subject is aware of the information they hold, same with the truth serum you mentioned. But with this, with the new serum, they won't. We don't have to break down a person to get to the truth. They'll give it to us of their own volition. And it'll be free from external influence, the unaltered, absolute truth." You smile, the excitement within you bubbling exponentially. "Sir, we can revolutionize the interrogation scene!"

Safin covers his mouth, but you catch the way his lips quirk, and your smile falters. He thinks you're a joke. Clearing your throat, you add, "hypothetically, it'll lower the subject's inhibition without any noticeable side effects. Like being drunk, but without the slurring and hangover."

His hand remains by his mouth as his eyes roll in contemplation. A moment passes before you mutter, "you disapprove."

His eyes snap to yours. "You are confident despite your lack of experience with this strain."

"I am hopeful," you emphasize. "I believe it's worth looking into."

He squints his eyes, making an expression you couldn't quite read. Was he impressed? Disappointed? 'We can revolutionize the interrogation scene!' Ugh, you internally cringe. And who's to say it'll even work? Stupid. Stupid. STUPID! You hold his gaze, trying your best to appear confident, as you slowly die on the inside, swimming in self-sabotage.

Safin's smile returns. "Then let us hope Dr. Fukunaga sees its potential." He collects his mug (technically, your mug, but does it matter anymore?) and moves past you, heading to the exit. You wait as his footsteps fade away and the door closes behind him.

You sigh. Dejected for reasons unknown, you turn off the stove, wallowing in the darkness.

[jekacatrina]

Jekaaaa! Just wanted to drop by and say hello ^^💕✨✨

Was reading Here Here, cuz I needed my comfort fic skskkjjkka; particularly, the morning after Katsuki got hit by the blinding quirk,, and omg it’s 1am and I’m dying of wholesomeness and from how oblivious Deku could be- 😭😭😩💖💖💖✨

Can’t just choose a singular thing about chp6 and 7 to adore, I just,, everything is perfection. 🧡💚🧡💚

“I know, all of us would,” Ochako stated, in a way it went without saying. “Bakugou jumping in to save someone instead of fighting would have been crazy so many years ago, he is so different,” she continued. “If someday he jumps to save me, I sure am going to be grateful,” she smiled at Izuku, shrugging.

But this foreshadowing right here. Kinda really freaking cruel Jeka- 🥲😭😭😭 Katsuki and Ochaco, the respect they have for each other,, I’m gonna sob in a corner thinking about it now bye- sdjhfbajhc 😭💖💖✨ I love them, I love you, hope you had a chill weekend! ✨✨💖💖

REBEEEEEE!!! I love you, I'm so happy Here Here brings you comfort! I'm trying to squeeze in a schedule to work on the next installment, but work is a nightmare AKDJKAJDKAJS

And now that you mentioned, I was checking out my notes, because I mostly write down things in my phone, and I was freaking out because NECTMH sometimes feels very circular, like I wrote a bunch of scenes with NO ORDER and everything is happening at the same time in my head. But then, I got to the Here Here notes and oh boy! I wrote the ending and the beginning and just went from there! I'm calmer now about the direction of NECTMH, and a scene between Uraraka and Bakugou is coming, that's something to look forward to!

And funny enough, about the foreshadowing, the first scene I wrote was Bakugou saving Uraraka, because from the start I had a pretty clear idea of where the story was heading. So, when I wrote that convo between her and Deku after Bakugou saved Deku and lost his sight for a bit, I was like: Oh, I can do some foreshadowing... And this was my reaction

(Sorry for the pain, but the comments I get in chapter 11 are hilarious to me 🤣)

Anyway, I'm very flattered that people still reread Here Here because it gives them comfort, makes my writer heart very happy!

Hope you start your week right, Rebe and have an awesome week overall! I smooch your forehead and pat your head 🤗💖✨