sxxnghwx getting absolutely destroyed by hxngjxxng against his black shiny motorcycle behind a wall because they had to inaugurate it after he bought it
I need to find that one accout who wrote about sh being like, a mute nun named star I think? or Stella? And I need to know if that was ever made into an actual fic.
does my search history think I'm pregnant now? Probably, but oh well.
ANYWAY.
Sh finds out he's pregnant one fatwful evening. He doesn't know how to react, doesn't want to abort the pup, but going through a pregnancy is hard.
But maybe he gets something good in the process...
y'all ever been so in love that when your man kills someone you just kinda go 'this better not awaken anything in me' and then it does? yeah this is that
I had come to a dead end. I did not think I was able to feel like that anymore, or maybe at all, really, and yet it took nothing for you to just launch yourself into my life and turn it completely upside down.
once i beat the depression & the burnout & the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability, the creative block, capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
Oh I'm so mad with my brain. Finally, finally something good happens, and my stupud fucking brain is trying to convince me it's all a lie or a very elaborate joke.
WHY
HE WRITES FUVKING POEMS ABOUT ME, IT'S NOT FAKE.
I want to cry.