Important Information For My Guise & NB People Who Bind

Important Information For My Guise & NB People Who Bind

I realized that in the past, when I liked someone, I would change myself to fit the mold of what kind of person they’d be interested in... but when it comes to you, I don’t feel the need to change myself to be who you want me to be. It’s more like you reveal who I really am. I’m becoming who I already was deep down inside, rather than having to hide parts of myself and replace them with things that please you.

You make me feel like myself

Happy Mean Girls Day (2018)! October 3rd falls on a Wednesday this year so we wear pink. Dress accordingly!

Happy 36th Birthday Adam Driver!

this is just unacceptable.. the show needs to stop and be sued

Godfrey Gao deserved a longer life…

IM TOO EMOTIONAL NOW EM PLEASE DRIVE OVER HERE AND HOLD ME (and bring borky pls)

Only Happy Accidents (8)

Warnings: fluff. Holy shit so much fluff. happy Steeb and YN. Nursery decoration. 

Songs: “Better Man”– James Morrison

AN: lol, a short chapter and I wrote this a while ago so rip. Octobers chilled out from here on out (three midterms and two reports are out of the way) so I’m not promising more frequent updates but keep ur eyes peeled! 

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March 27, 20th Week

Life was good, Steve thought, as he woke up on YN’s chest, her hands scratching his scalp absently as they both woke up. His hair was getting longer, and his beard was growing thicker and his abs were disappearing slightly and there was no rush to change any of it since YN made worshipping his incoming dad body a part of her daily second-trimester-hormone routine. 

He and YN had gone to another appointment yesterday, and the pictures f the baby’s face were getting more and more clear— the baby definitely did have her chin, and he definitely had his nose and despite him being so squished, Steve thought his kid was going to be the prettiest thing on the world. 

“Morning, Sweetheart.” He murmured softly as he breathed in deep, eyes opening finally and looking up at his girl. 

“Morning, handsome. How you feeling?” She asked. They’d gotten carried away the night before and knew they would both be sore for a handful of days after. It was true— his thighs and hips were sore and judging by the look of the red swollen marks on her breasts and neck, she would be sore too. 

“‘M perfect.” He replied, kissing her softly and making her sigh. 

“Yeah you are.” She chuckled and he closed his eyes again. 

“What’s the plan today, Ma?” He asked, and she hummed. 

“Well, we have the cake testing, the flower picking and the centre piece arrangements to finalize and then I wanted to get started on the nursery cause all the furniture is supposed to arrive today.” She hashed out and he crooned, kissing her chest and up to her neck. 

“What times are the appointments?” He asked, making his way up to kiss her jaw and cheek and chin. 

“Nine.” She whispered, scratching his scalp harder and making him grunt. He looked over to the clock and smirked, he had plenty of time before she’d want to leave at eight. So, he pulled the covers over them and kissed her soundly— in this temple made of sheets, he would make his best girl pray. 

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