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a little thing that initially inspired farmer’s daughter (there was also a little smut but I couldn’t find a way to write it in lol)

It’s hot on the farm in the summer, it gets so hot sometimes that you can’t even sleep. You lie in bed without any sheets covering you up, the heat causing you to sweat despite the lack of clothes you have.

At some point you can’t take it anymore, getting up and walking down the hall to a familiar room.

“Schlatt” you sleepily yell, “Schlatt, I can’t sleep and it’s too hot” you knock loudly, annoying him as he gets up, opening the door harshly.

“What! Whaddaya want!” He yells, annoyed by the lack of ac and sleep. You sleepily rub your eyes, dressed in a nightgown, slippers and a jacket lazily tossed on.

“Take me into town, it’s too hot and I want something to drink” you mumble, leaning into the door frame.

He sighs, looking at his watch before back at you, “it’s eleven” he mumbles

“So?” You ask

“So, nothing is open” he sighs, “I’m not taking you into town this late”

You sigh, kicking your foot to the floor, “so then do you want to go outside?”

Schlatt doesn’t know how you did it, but now it’s midnight and you’ve managed to convince him to go outside with you.

You both sit on the back porch, rocking back and forth on the swing as you sip at a mixture of lime, salt and ice water, letting the occasional breeze hit you. You look at him occasionally, enjoying the bliss of the moment.

It’s only the two of you, the occasional chirps of crickets and rusty creeks of the swing.

Oooo, jschlatt you wanna drop an album of frank sinatra love songs, I know you do, please drop another album, specifically strangers in the night

DROP A STRNAGERS IN THE NIGHT COVER AND MY WALLET, NO MY BANK ACCOUNT, IS YOURS 💔💔💔

Guys, I gotta start being a freak on the low 😔

Twin has my tumblr after I told her specifically to not search up my Roblox user and now she’s lurking in the shadows, waiting…listening

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