LADS men x MC/Reader SMAU
You accidentally sent a picture of you wearing your newly bought lingerie after coming home from a night out drinking. Safe to say, their reactions had you wishing to be buried 6ft underground.
Tags: slightly suggestive *wink wink*, non-established relationship (yet ehe) (still bad at this)
Disclaimer: Photos are not mine and will be linked down below ;D
Summary: After a year of failed attempts by Kobik and Amelie to get their parents to go on a date, what they have been longing for happens: their parents will be each other's Christmas date... even if one of them doesn't know it.
Let's move in together. (+800 words) (🏳️)
Summary: It's finally happening. You're packing all your belongings into cardboard boxes to start a new life with Bucky.
Summary: After both of you get stood up by your respective Valentine's Day dates, your best friend and you decide it's best to tease each other a little at the bar near your flat. Only at the end of the night, with the help of alcohol and a little sincerity, you both end up in a situation you always thought impossible.
MDNI! +18, sexual content (if you are underage, do not interact with this work or I will block you).
Super soldier baby! (2k words) (🏳️)
Summary: The super soldier serum running through your beloved husband's veins had slightly affected your baby, causing him not to cry from hunger in the early hours of the morning... or perhaps it was a white lie from your husband.
Sun-kissed skin. (2.9k words) (‼️)
Summary: It’s been months since they’ve had a break due to group or solo missions, but the moment a little time opens up for both of them, Bucky doesn’t hesitate to escape with you to a beach.
MDNI! +18, sexual content (if you are underage, do not interact with this work or I will block you).
Emotional manipulation in aisle five. (+1.9k words) (🏳️)
Summary: Going to the grocery store as a family is an easy task—but not for Bucky. Not when he has a young son who knows how to play his cards right and always gets what he wants.
American Wedding. (+4.7k words) (🏳️)
Summary: Bucky and you find refuge in each other amid nights of jazz, warm lights, and the ever-present shadow of war. When a dangerous mission threatens to take everything away from you, you both decide to hold on to your love—born in the worst of times—and turn one night into an eternal memory.
Let me give you my love. (+900 words) (‼️)
pwp.
MDNI! +18, sexual content (if you are underage, do not interact with this work or I will block you).
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Drabbles.
We become we. (+6.5 words) (🏳️)
Summary: An unexpected pregnancy test forces Bucky and you to confront your deepest fears. Amid silences, doubts, and fears that neither of you can fully articulate, you’ll both discover that starting a family may be the hardest—and most important—battle of your lives.
My little Valentine's Day gift. (+500 words) (‼️)
Summary: Your boyfriend is too anxious, or happy, to open his gift.
MDNI!, +18, sexual content (if you are underage, do not interact with this work or I will block you),
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Series.
Dancing with dead. (Masterlist) (‼️)
Summary: The social season begins with the promise of the same rituals as always: candlelit dances, measured conversations, and carefully calculated marriages. However, everything changes with the arrival of Dr. Barnes.
Reserved, extraordinarily wealthy, and unnaturally handsome, the mysterious doctor immediately captivates London society. No one knows his origins, nothing is known about his family or the source of his fortune, but his impeccable bearing and sharp intelligence and knowledge have earned him a place among the elite, as well as the absolute trust of the Earl of Albemarle, who invites him to the most exclusive salons and introduces him as an irreproachable gentleman.
For you, the daughter of a marquis, raised under the weight of duty and expectations, Dr. Barnes is a temptation you must never allow yourself. He doesn't belong in your world... and yet he seems to understand you like no one else.
But the love that begins to blossom between you is not only inappropriate: it is dangerous and impossible. Because Dr. Barnes harbors an ancient, dark secret, one that condemns any hope of a shared future.
MDNI, +18, sexual content (if you are underage, don´t interact with this work or I´ll block you.).
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Lee Bodecker.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ One-shots.
A Capricious Girl's Morning. (+1.8 words) (‼️)
Summary: Lee's plans for a quiet morning are interrupted by his girlfriend, who woke up hornier and more capricious than usual.
MDNI! +18, sexual content (if you are underage, do not interact with this work or I will block you).
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Lads men x Reader/MC SMAU
He seems to not get the hint, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. Safe to say, seduction is not your strongest suit. But you decided to try <3
Tags: MDNI, Suggestive pick-up lines *wink wink*, non-established relationship, slightly NSFW (be warned), mc/reader is a loser trapped in a hot body lol, you making the first move in the most questionable way XD
✿ Part 1 ✿ Part 2
Dragon Sylus x fem!MC/Reader
Tags: fluff, dragon sylusss
Words: 3.7k (sorry)
𐙚⋆°. I watched Barbie Diamond Castle again recently and thought of this with Sylus after reading lots of dragon Sylus fics muwehe. First long fic, hope everyone will enjoy it <3
Are you going to die?
You probably will.
You sobbed quietly as the harsh air hits your face. One minute ago, you were just happily transporting your fresh produce of flowers to the townhall, now you're 100 feet off the ground, carried like a helpless kitten by the scaly arms of a terrifying 8ft tall man with half draconic features.
You should've seen it coming from the times you felt like the air seemed to carry something heavy. Something overwhelming. Something that a lone girl living in a small wood cottage by a river cannot simply fight off. You've had lots of close encounters with bears, or even wolves, but this feels different.
This feels like your end.
Yet it never came.
You're always on alert, looking through the woods across the river to see anything, sometimes looking over your shoulder as if a pair of eyes are locked on you all the time but there's nothing. You never caught anything. Not even a mere shadow. Not even when you're wandering in the woods to fetch a few herbs requested to you by the village botanist. There's only ever silence and the strange musk of wild animals in the forest.
Nothing.
"Miss flower! G'morning!" you looked over the river to see a group of hunters with their weapons about to enter the forest for their hunt. You stood up from tending to your garden to approach them wearing a friendly smile.
'Miss flower'. You've made a name for yourself from supplying such good batches of unique and beautiful flowers that adorns the humble homes of your small village. You set up shop every few weeks in the town’s market to deliver fresh flowers to the hardworking housewives and young ladies who ordered them. You even sell special mixes of perfume pouches and floral essential oils which are quite popular to both married and unmarried women.
Although simple, seeing their smiles really makes all the sleepless nights and fighting for your life against terrible storms all worth it.
"Good morning, gentlemen. Early hunt today?"
"Yup! Gotta feed the village y'know. Seen anything lately?"
"Well, aside from the usual animals I feed here then everything else is up to you."
"Ones you marked, right? Aightie, we'll drop by for some sandwiches earlier in exchange for a whole deer, how ‘bout that?" a younger man among them blurted out. The rest of the seemingly older men nudged him in a teasing manner, you just smiled.
"I'll make sure to prepare some!"
You went inside your cottage to make some sandwiches for the hunters’ return later for lunch. You pan-fried some dried meat and eggs, topped it with some fresh vegetables from your garden and some mayo you recently made. You smiled from your hard work and slowly placed them inside your picnic basket when you heard a loud thud from outside your house.
The hunters are back so fast?
Washing your hands and finishing the basket with some of the fresh fruits you sliced earlier, you head over to your door to feed your guests but all you’re met with were field of flowers and your long rows of fresh vegetables. Thinking it’s just some lost animal, you sighed and was about to turn around when your gaze fell downwards, only to gasp from the sight of a dead deer lying on your porch. It looks big and mature, fur all shiny and silky. It's like something you'll get as a first prize for the annual village hunting competition or an offering to the mountain gods. You looked around to see if any of the men were around. No, only silence. The usual silence.
Chills went down your spine.
Who delivered this to your front door?
As the hunters returned, they confusingly looked at the deer that was supposed to be their catch that very afternoon but it mysteriously disappeared. They still managed to hunt a few animals, however, so their trip was not in vain. They offered to butcher the deer in house but you shyly refused, not really good with blood or slaughter. They came back to share a most of the portions back to you the next day so you made a nice roast for them as a gift, then they went on their way.
You wondered how that deer ended up dead on your front porch… but decided to brush it off. It’ll only spawn unwanted thoughts that you’ve been desperately avoiding and that is something you’ve decided to do religiously given your circumstances of living alone.
And once again, peace conquered your small cottage in the woods.
A few days had passed when you observed that your stock of firewood wouldn’t last for more than a week. You admit that you were not the strongest woman out there to chop a big tree by yourself but you try anyway, it's hard to commission lumberjacks to do it for you sometimes because the festival had them busy in the town square so this is a matter to be solved by your own hands this time. You grabbed your axe and a few pieces of rope from the shed and went on your way.
"Awe, here to accompany me today?"
It was one of the deers that you marked. You had saved this little one not too long ago after his mother was hunted and injured by other wild animals, dying shortly after in your peaceful garden which you took the responsibility of letting it rest within the quiet hug of your fresh flowers. You always strive to nurture life while respecting its natural cycle, but perhaps… a little touch of humanity will let your heart rest a little peacefully. Even just a little.
You finally found small trees that are okay to be harvested but you always make sure to plant new ones as a trade. After chopping down a few to nice pieces and tying them up with the rope so you can easily carry the pile on your back, you proceeded to pick up some firewood scattered along the ground on your way back to your cottage. The cute deer helped you out sometimes, bringing you pieces of wood with its mouth which earned him pieces of food and lots of headpats.
You failed to notice dusk approaching until the fiery colors peeking through the tall trees and the howling of wolves from afar caught your attention. You instructed the deer to quickly hide in the hiding spot you made for it a while back then sprinted yourself. Biting your lip, you were afraid that you had wandered too far and possibly…
No. No such thoughts.
Along with your light footsteps, heavier and faster legs surrounded you in no time making your heart beat erratically.
Lucky gods, you were independent but athletically incapable at times. In panic, you tripped over a rock that made you fall face flat into a pile of leaves. You heard growling and the footsteps getting closer just as you're about to get up which made you freeze. You closed your eyes, whether in acceptance of your end or in hopes that the playing dead tactic will work on wolves too… you're not quite certain.
You silently prayed to whichever God is listening out there to at least let you live for another day. Quietly sobbing, this isn't how you planned to go, but is the world that merciful?
Tap. Tap. Tap. In large numbers, four legged creatures circled around you howling in a choir. You bit your lip and held back a sob by capturing your mouth with your palm, wishing that this quiet response will trick these predators from pouncing on their prey.
Closer… closer… and closer. Growling a few feet away from your legs. Sniffing your heels and your basket of wood until they stepped back, preparing to lunge to finally feast on their meal.
Gods. Please.
Save me.
As if the heavens actually listened to your pleas, the wolves stopped their attempts to attack in almost an instant. Chills ran down your spine when you felt this overwhelming energy once again. This familiar heaviness and bloodlust in the air. The strange movement of the wind and the ominous swaying of leaves and branches, this unexplainable ringing of danger in your head… it’s a warning you absolutely cannot ignore.
Something far more dangerous appeared before you... and it wasn't heaven's.
Your heartbeat stopped upon hearing a much deeper, raspier, and mature voice that growled right behind you. It was terrifying. It was territorial. It was overpowering. It made those wolves’ cries sound like that of a 1-month-old puppy. Every heavy footstep the monster made had you counting your remaining seconds of life on this planet. You didn't know what to do other than to write your own elegy inside of your head as the first and only guest to your own funeral.
You closed your eyes shut in silent surrender when you felt something sharp crawl along your spine that made you shiver, reaching for the strands of your hair on your face and gently pulling it. As if it’s checking if you’re alive, you didn’t notice that you’re already holding your breath in suspense, fear crawling into your skin as the last of your days were cut short into ten seconds… nine… eight… seven…
Until you finished counting to one while waiting for the grim reaper to pull your leg towards the afterlife… realization hit you that you were not dead.
Death didn’t come for your soul.
No pain, no suffering.
Just silence.
You raised your head and turned to look around, mouth dry and unable mutter words, your cheeks warm with rivers of your tears, hands and feet bleeding from blisters and scratches as a result of your fall, and breaths slowly returning to your lungs after nearly suffocating yourself. No matter how ruined you looked, the fact that you weren’t mauled to death by a pack of wolves was evident.
Around you were nothing but silence. No wolves, no big scary monsters, not even the small noise of birds and crickets...
Only the quiet trees, the soothing air, and bright moon that came to light up your way.
You were spared from death.
"Are you sure you weren't dreaming?"
"No!" you exhaled loudly, seemingly frustrated while telling your friend Tara what happened that evening. She wouldn't believe you! What is there not to believe?!
"You wouldn't be here if you encountered man-eating wolves."
"Exactly!" you let out an exasperated sigh and leaned on the table lazily, looking at your reflection on the glass of orange juice in front of you when the long ribbon on your hair smoothly fell to your palm.
That encounter was weird… but what was more unusual was you discovering your scattered firewood neatly piled up and tied with red silk on your front porch when you woke up this morning. You got it checked earlier by the seamstress and they claimed that it was one of the expensive silks that’s only woven by rare materials found in the eastern regions. You ended up getting it sewn into a ribbon and wore it, can’t tell if you should be scared or thankful to whoever delivered your wood back to your house.
She pouted, reaching for both of your cheeks to stretch it.
"You need sleep, darling. Thank you for the flowers for this year's festival. You deserve the rest. Also, never go out at night again on your own!"
You walked back home with your empty wooden cart and a bag of coins that the town gave you as payment after supplying a ton of flowers for the upcoming festival. You don't know how to explain what happened to you last night because you didn't see much either out of fear.
But it happened. Terrifyingly so.
You heaved a heavy sigh and opened your gate as you arrived back to your house only to be greeted by a big tree lodged into half of your garden where your precious flowers are planted.
You froze on the spot, eyes blinking, mind blank as paper at what you’re seeing. The tree is bigger than your house, enough to block the whole river and certainly enough to knock your home down like a pile of rocks.
You ran towards your garden, tears welling around your eyes at the sight of your poppies, lilies, and hydrangeas crushed by the sheer weight of a 500-year-old load of wood. Your legs weakened like jelly, collapsing to the ground with utter disbelief.
"My flowers..."
It was heartbreaking, truly.
The wind blew harshly; a silhouette of a flying object flew over you for a split second before a heavy thud and cracking of dirt rang from your back but you didn’t even bother to look at what it was. Your eyes blurred, warm tears staining the dirt as each drop slid along the beautiful petals of your white lilies. Your heart felt like it was being torn into pieces, hands trembling as you caressed the leaves of your once healthy buds that bloomed beautifully under your attentive and utmost care.
Why do these things keep happening to you?
From your sorrow, you momentarily forgot the thing that landed in your garden until fast approaching footsteps rushed towards you, mists of red and black danced around your figure in a fluid motion before a sharp claw captured your chin and gently pulled your head to turn to the side.
Your mouth parted at the sight of a large man… with horns as sharp as blades, scales in the color of charcoal, red piercing eyes that reminds you or rubies, plush lips and soft cupid bow pressing into a think line, and eyebrows knitting together. As if he was frowning… or disappointed? enraged? You’re not certain. His sharp teeth gritted; growls laced with a tremendous amount of savageness that poisoned your heart with fear.
"You are crying." he mumbled, voice breathless, jaw tightening and growing more and more dangerous by the second.
You didn't expect him to speak but you didn't reply either, feeling your chest heavy and your breaths slowly escaping your lungs. He muttered a few words in a language you don’t understand before growling once more. You noticed a sharp and scaly object, moving slowly towards you like a snake. It reached for your face which made you close your eyes, only opening one of them when you heard a deep sigh from the person in front of you. The snake like limb of some sorts was holding your hair up from blocking your face, giving him a clear vision of your flushed cheeks that’s stained with tears.
It's a dragon. A dragon in form of a man crouching right in front of you.
"Was the tree not enough? Do you need a bigger one? Or five more? Tell me what it is that you need. I'm strong. I can get it for you."
His increasing frustration strikes fear into your heart. You let out a soft sob and covered your face in fear that this will trigger this creature into harming you. What will you do now? Who is this? What is this? What does he want? Did he put this tree here in hopes to destroy your house but missed the target? Or did he hope you were there to be crushed by it?
And why is he asking you questions like that?
"My flowers..."
It was your only form of salvation in that fearful moment. The flowers you held so dearly. The ones you've been tirelessly cultivating over the past few months… gone. Just like that.
The dragon's ruby eyes turned to the large tree and noticed the flower beds ruined under it. He stiffened, face met with horror and anger upon the realization of his mistake.
He cursed and turned to you again, gaze sharper than newly polished swords.
That’s it. If you're going to die, at least let you die beside your flowers!
The dragon stretched its wings and grabbed a hold of your waist to pull you upwards in a gentle manner using the same scaly limb that was brushing your hair a few moments ago, which you finally figured out was his tail. Your mouth let out a small cry for help and shrieked when he crouched a bit before stepping back to gain momentum and eventually darted high up in the air carrying you in his arms.
This is the end for you, right?
You closed your eyes in anticipation, prepared to get dropped immediately. But while your eyes are getting disturbed by the large force of the wind that’s making you lose your focus and drying your tears in an instant, the dragon’s large claws lightly covered your face… as if shielding you from the wind’s assault.
You blinked your eyes when it suddenly went quiet and you felt like you were slowly descending. You shook your head to clear your mind a bit before looking ahead, meeting a solemn view of a large field of flowers running towards the horizon. It’s a place that you've never seen before. It was beautiful. It was like a dream. A dream you never knew you can witness with your very eyes like this.
The dragon settled you carefully into the bed of flowers, the sweet scent of the fresh variety of flowers rushing to your nose as you took in a deep breath. Gentle petals brushed against your skin like a gentle greeting, their pollen dancing around you as acknowledgement and announcement of their divine presence. They scattered in the wind like confetti, colors shimmering against the blinding sunlight, almost sparking like stars in the night sky.
You were in awe. Completely pulled away from the agony you were in earlier, heart now filled with gentle joy and fascination.
"Your flowers... I don’t know how to properly ask for forgiveness, I did not mean for that to happen either. Still, I hope I'll earn to be forgiven."
You turned to the dragon that’s now sitting beside you with wings half folded, forgetting that you were basically taken by a dragon that you’ve only heard of in the legends, heavy scales and leather armor draped across the flower bed providing it with a nice shade, silver hair glistened like snow against the bleeding sunset and tail squirming behind him, wagging in quick, graceful motions… reminding you of a happy puppy’s. The red gem on his chest reflected rainbows into his eyes. Sharp, brilliant, enchanting, and oh so beautiful.
"You needed wood so I gave you the biggest one I could find. I did not mean to destroy your nest."
My nest?
"I should've stuck with the deer."
Deer?
"What…?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I am attempting to court you."
Your jaw dropped, hands quickly covering your mouth in shock. Your eyes stayed on him. His eyes burning through you with a fierce, sincere, and surprisingly honest intention.
"M-Me?"
He nodded and held out his hand which you hesitantly took, but did anyway when he waited for you to take his offer or maybe reject him. His eyes looked shocked for a moment when your palm pressed on his rough talons but quickly brushed it off and led you to sit beside him, looking away for a second to wipe his cheek.
"While I don't know how to properly court someone. I would like to try." He muttered earnestly that left you in awe. He searched for something inside his robes and brought it out. His sharp claws pointed to your hand so you hesitantly held it out and yelped from the heavy bag that was placed on your palm. It was small, but really bulky. You looked back up at him, noticing how much you need to crane your head upwards to meet his eyes from your obvious height difference before tilting your head a bit in confusion.
"What is this?"
"Open it."
You gulped before pulling the string and let the pouch's mouth open to reveal shiny pieces of gold ingots trapped inside the fancy pouch. You let out a gasp and quickly turned to him.
"Why are you giving this to me? Don't dragons never share their hoards? I can't accept this..."
"Not to their mates." he gasped for air. "Never to you."
"Why?” you sniffed, thumbs circling on the shiny glare of the pure gold in your palm that you can only dream of having. “But… I’m a human?"
"I do what I want." he stated so firmly that it almost startled you. He clenched his fist. Whispering gentle reminders to himself that you cannot comprehend but it effectively made him calm down.
"You have a soul that I am... inexplicably attracted to and I would love to have you with me. But if you refuse, then I will do as I'm told. As long as you’ll allow it, I would like to be your mate."
"And this..." his tail reached for another thing from his robes and carried another pouch by its string, dropping it towards your palms. You were so overwhelmed with gifts, but he doesn’t look like he’s willing to let you return it.
You opened it and saw a bunch of seeds inside that look like crystals. Once again, you were filled with confusion.
"I've been meaning to give this to you when I saw your garden empty back when the trees were dying. It makes your soil nourished. Fast and abundant. Good for harvest. Take it along with the gold as compensation and gift for the damage I did."
“Been meaning to? Since when?”
“Since last winter.”
“So not that long ago...” that’s a relief.
“No. Last winter. When you first planted your white flowers.”
“You mean last year?!” your eyes widened. He pursed his lips and held his chin in thought, slightly shaking his head.
“I don't have the paper with numbers you humans use.”
“A-And you only approached me now?”
“I wasn't proud of my hoard. My den wasn't warm enough for humans. I couldn't speak in straight human sentences before I read a human book. I wasn't good then, but…” he grinned, his sharp fangs poked out from his plump lips. “I can say I have more than a lot to offer if you're willing to see for yourself.”
“So… you planned all of this…”
“Not this. Never to make you shed tears.” he shook his head.
“Not fear. Never fear.” he gasped, collecting himself first. “I wanted to see how delicately you look at your flowers up close. How your laughs sound like gentle wind chimes when you're with other humans. How your embrace must feel like the warmth of home. How your fingers must feel taste like solace. How your eyes must glisten like shiny coins when you’re full of happiness.” he drew his breath and nodded his head, exhaling loudly before his sharp pupils dilated while reflecting your face.
As if you’re all he sees. As if you’re everything he ever wanted.
“I want it. I want all of it to be mine. I want it to be given to me willingly. Happily. Freely.” he growled and leaned closer, holding your chin with utter softness. You felt like he was taking your breath away as he inched closer to press your forehead against his.
Like a mortal praying to his saint.
Your fears from earlier quickly dissipated from this simple declaration, hoping the flowers sent it along the wind with a sweet goodbye. You have never seen anyone look at you like this… with so much devotion, raw passion, and intense desire to prove that he’s worthy of your hand.
It sent you to the clouds. How can a man of another species make your heart feel like it’s going to burst when no other human person could?
It made you think. All of the efforts he made that you perceived as ‘terrifying’ was his innocent attempt to catch your interest all along. The deer, the tree… so the wolves must be…
“Was it you… when I was almost attacked… and my firewood?”
“You were scared. I didn’t know if it was a good time to introduce myself. It wasn’t. I gave you a big tree to last you a while so you wouldn’t go out in the woods on your own. And if you run out, I’ll get you a new one again. I’m strong. And…” the wind suddenly blew that made your hair sway. His eyes locked on the ribbon tied to your hair, mouth parting as his claws caught it. He closed his eyes momentarily, letting the silence sink in before opening them again, eyes now filled with determination.
“If you’ll give me a chance… I will show you that I am a man who can give you everything.”
A man that can give me everything.
You lied down on the bed of flowers and glanced at him. He signaled to lie down beside you when your eyes met, in which you gave a quiet nod of agreement. He looked uncomfortable, yet he still chose to lay on his side just to level his face with yours, his own eyes hiding an intense feeling of love and admiration.
A dragon’s love, huh?
You didn’t know fiends can be affectionate like this. But isn’t his existence enough to prove that?
Although sudden, it felt strangely warm to be the receiving end of someone's passion like this. You know how easy it is for him to harm you, but he only ever touches you with pure fondness, silently hoping his sincerity will reach you somehow.
And it did. In the most surprising way.
You took a deep sigh and reached for a single flower in between your noses, inching closer to pick it and display it on the dragon’s delicate silver hair, moving gently along the whistling wind.
You spoke out your name, your real one, only for his ears to hear. You grabbed two more flowers and planted it on the hard scales right on his left chest where a human heart would usually be.
“Flowers are my most favorite thing in the world. Nice to meet you…” you closed your eyes when your noses touched, breaths playing along the red of each other’s lips, still etched with a gentle smile.
“Sylus.” he whispered, seemingly losing air to breathe. “Your Sylus.”
You’re still quite unsure with this strange proposal… but looking at this being in front of you that’s ready to surrender his possessions just so you’ll stay beside him, maybe it won’t harm to see for yourself.
LADS men x MC/Reader SMAU
Dedicated to those who wanted to disappear even just for a moment. To those who needed space. To those who needed to breathe. And to the ones who need rest from their silent battles. May you have somewhere safe to come home to.
Tags: pre-relationship, reader is tired, comfort
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It's also something I needed the most rn. I hope everyone will be safe and please rest if you are exhausted from everything. You are important and loved. Take care <3
