Oh and this right here?im calling the cops thank you very much

Trinity please✋🏾 😂😂

bye😂

Seth Rollins on WWE RAW

JEY has a new tattoo everyone caLm down baby girl has a NEW TATTOO

JEY USO WWE RAW, April 14th, 2025

JEY USO WWE RAW, April 14th, 2025

JEY USO WWE RAW, April 14th, 2025

i love him your honor <3

serpent | r. reigns

roman reigns . breakers series

🖤🥀In Your Bed or Mine (Stalker! Jey Uso X Black Reader)🥀🖤

CW: Toxic…as fuck, Stalking, Sexual Tension, Cheating, Manipulation, Crying (from pleasure duh), 18+ MDNI, Creampie, Pregnancy, Dirty Talk, Squirting, Choking, Paranoia, Mirrors (ifykyk)

Words: 5.4k+

“You look so beautiful when you sleepin’ babygirl,” he muttered softly, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver down your spine. The sudden sensation of a rough hand gliding across your throat jolted you awake, a jolt of fear and panic. Before you could react, that same hand tightened, and the world seemed to tilt as your air became thin, suffocating you. Your heart raced, each breath becoming more desperate, as your hands shot up to claw at the hand that choked you. But then—nothing.

Your throat was free. Your breaths came in shallow, jagged gasps, and your body was drenched in a cold sweat. You wiped your forehead, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. But even as you opened your eyes, the sense of terror lingered, a visceral reminder of the haunting presence that had been plaguing you since the day you walked away from Jey.

It had been months since you ended things with Jey. Months since you found him lying in bed with another woman, her body sprawled over his, while he slept peacefully with no regard for the years you had spent building a life together. The betrayal had been a gut punch, a dagger to the heart. You had driven hours to surprise him, to bring him flowers, to be the loving fiancée that you thought he still wanted. But instead, you found yourself holding those same flowers as you quietly walked out of his hotel room, your heart shattered and your dignity in tatters.

Four years. An engagement. Talks of a future together—a child, maybe. All of it destroyed in an instant, torn apart by his fleeting need for another woman. You hoped it had been worth it for him. The moment you left his hotel, you made sure to block him on everything. His number. His Instagram. His CashApp. All of it—gone.

But of course, Jey wasn’t ready to let go. His attempts to contact you were relentless, pathetic even. He hit up his twin brother Jimmy, Trin, Solo, and even Jacob, but none of them were willing to tell him anything about where you were. Unbeknownst to him, you’d already briefed Trin and Jon, making sure they knew to keep your whereabouts a secret.

Jacob, however, wasn’t so subtle. When Jey tried to confront him, Jacob laid it on him. “Ayo, man, you crazy as hell. Why the fuck you have another girl in your bed while you got a fiancée?” Jacob’s voice was incredulous, his words biting. “I knew you was dumb, but damn, ian know you was stupid.”

Jey had sat there, stunned before smacking his teeth, his gold grill flashing as he tried to process the reality of his betrayal. He took a swig of whiskey, letting the alcohol burn his throat. But it didn’t matter. The real torment was in his head. His mind was consumed by thoughts of you—what you were doing, who you were with, how his pussy was doing without him. It was sick. Demented. He was spiraling, unable to shake the image of you leaving him, the reality of not being with you anymore.

It didn’t take long for Jey’s desperation to manifest in a series of fake profiles, each one trying to reach you. You knew it was him—the relentless fake pages, the constant barrage of messages. Over 99+ requests from different accounts, each one begging for your forgiveness. And no matter how many times you blocked him, it seemed like he just kept coming back.

Jey’s obsession wasn’t just a matter of texts and fake profiles. No, it went deeper than that. Much deeper. It started subtly at first. You would be at work, minding your own business, trying to focus on the tasks at hand, when you’d feel that strange sensation that someone was watching you. It happened every now and then, a fleeting moment of discomfort, but you would brush it off—until the flowers started showing up.

It wasn’t like before. This time, it was different. Too different. When you’d leave work late, there they would be—another bouquet, tucked carefully into the corner of your car door, waiting for you. The same note: “Thinking of you, beautiful.” You’d stare at the flowers, confused, wondering how the hell he managed to get to you like this. Of course he knew where you worked but you didn’t think he’d be crazy enough to start sending gifts to your job even after you broke things off so you pushed that thought to the back of your mind. But the more you pushed it back, the more you felt like someone was lurking, like he was always there, waiting.

You first realized it wasn’t just random when you saw a familiar figure standing across the street from your office one afternoon, just outside the window. The figure was partially hidden in the shadow of a tree, but the leather jacket, the signature gold grill flashing in the dim light—you knew it was him. Jey. He wasn’t even trying to hide anymore.

Over the next few weeks, things only escalated. It wasn’t just the gifts or the flowers anymore, Jey was showing up everywhere. You started noticing the subtle signs: the unfamiliar car parked across the street from your house at odd hours, the same car that you would see idling in the lot near your job. He’d been watching you from afar, tracking your every move. But it wasn’t just in public spaces. Jey’s presence followed you home.

You froze, your stomach sinking as you noticed an unmarked car across the street. Your heart raced, your hands trembling as you quickly texted Trin, the panic flooding your fingers as you typed in haste.

You: Trin… I think he’s here. I saw him outside the office earlier and there’s an unmarked car across the street. I don’t know what to do.

You waited anxiously, feeling that tight knot in your stomach as the seconds dragged on. Trin’s reply came through, almost instantly.

Trin: Girl, you need to call the cops. For real. You shouldn’t be dealing with this alone. I got you, I’m coming over now, don’t open the door for nobody.

Her response was comforting in a way, but the fear still gnawed at you. The fact that Jey had shown up so openly, and at your job? It made everything seem even worse. The way he was slowly asserting control over your life was suffocating.

But it wasn’t just Trin trying to help you. Jey’s actions were beginning to affect everyone around him—especially his own brother, Jimmy.

After weeks of Jey’s escalating obsession, Jimmy had finally had enough. He had watched his brother spiral further into this unhealthy fixation on you, and the tension between them was becoming unbearable. Jey was talking about you nonstop—texting, calling, talking about “getting you back” in front of anyone who would listen, even though everyone knew the damage had been done. But it wasn’t until Jimmy saw just how far Jey had gone that he finally confronted him.

One evening, after a long night of drinking, the topic came up again, and Jimmy, visibly frustrated, slammed his beer down on the table.

“Yo, Jey,” Jimmy said, his voice low but firm, “you gotta stop this shit, man. This ain’t it. Let her move on bruh. She don’t want you no more. All this stalking, the fake profiles, you harassin’ her with flowers and gifts…that’s creepy, man. You need to let her go.”

Jey stared at him, the alcohol clouding his thoughts but not enough to hide the hurt that flickered in his eyes. “What? Nah, you don’t get it! She still loves me bruh. I know she does. I can feel it. She just need time, time to think shit over,” Jey responded, the words coming out more like a defense than a conviction.

Jimmy scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re delusional, bruh. She left you. You fucked up. That was on you! You had her, all of it—engaged, talking kids, all that—and you threw it away for a piece of ass. Ain’t no coming back from that. You gotta stop gaslighting her into thinkin’ it’s her fault. She deserve better. You need to let her go.”

There was a long silence, and you could see the reality hit Jey for the first time. His eyes shifted, flicking to the ground like he was trying to process what Jimmy was saying. But then, in true Jey fashion, he brushed it off with a quick dismissive grunt.

“Nah, I can’t. I’m not just finna let her go. I know I fucked up but I want my girl back.” He said putting a heavy emphasis on the possessive phrase. “Four years bruh, that shit mean somethin’ to me.”

“Bruh, yo ass was the one who cheated on her. It ain’t mean much, you need help,” Jimmy muttered, shaking his head. “This obsession you got? It’s toxic. Let it go before it gets worse. Before you really lose her for good.”

But Jey didn’t want to hear it. He never did. Jimmy sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at his brother like he was a stranger.

“You makin’ a fool of yourself. She’s not comin’ back. And you just makin’ it worse for yourself by doin’ this crazy shit. You needa stop.”

Later that evening, after the confrontation with Jimmy, Jey wasn’t about to give up. He wasn’t ready to face reality. Instead, he doubled down on his pursuit of you—continuing the fake profile, sending more gifts, and escalating his manipulation. It was his way of telling himself he hadn’t lost. But deep down, there was that nagging voice of truth that Jimmy planted in his mind, one that made him uncomfortable but one that he refused to acknowledge.

Trin: Don’t worry, I’m at the door now. You safe, girl. We’ll handle this. You ain’t alone in this. We’re gonna get you through this.

When Trin finally showed up at your door that night, she wrapped you in her arms, comforting you in a way that only a best friend could. But there was still that lingering fear. The gnawing feeling that Jey wouldn’t stop, not until he had you back. The thought that no matter how many blocks you put up, he’d find a way through them all.

And the worst part was—Jey knew he had control over your emotions. He was playing the long game, weaving a web of manipulation, guilt, and gaslighting, keeping you confused and uncertain about everything. Even after all this, you were left questioning what you could do to truly get away from him. Would he ever leave you alone? Would you ever be safe?

Jey has never hurt you but the thought of what he was capable of had you terrified. Stalking you and claiming ownership of you made the hairs on your skin stand on end, because it meant he would always be there, no matter what. But in a different way. This wasn’t in a loving way, it didn’t feel like it, it was possessive. It was twisted.

Although Trin urged you to call the police you couldn’t, you didn’t want this to blow up any further than it already had. Despite Jey acting like this, you didn’t wanna jeopardize his career even though he was jeopardizing your safety just about. You still tried to convince yourself that he would stop and eventually just give up and move on once he saw that you really had no intention of getting back together with him. You were able to convince Trin that you were okay and you would get some sleep, you changed the locks your house and had an alarm system so everything would be fine. Though she was reluctant to leave, she reassured you to call her and Jon if anything had went down and they’d be over as fast as their legs and black SUV would take them. With the click of the lock and the dimming of the light, you had managed to actually have a somewhat peaceful night. Nothing occurred. Nothing was out of place and the nightmare you had was too dull for you to remember.

Work the next day was grueling and the paperwork felt endless. But like the workhorse you were, you got it done. You were too busy to notice that there was no unmarked black car outside of your work, nor were there any more message attempts from random accounts. They all seemed to just…cease. But as work came to a close, you…weren’t really trusting that. While it seemed great that it stopped…did it really though?

You kept a close eye on your surroundings when you left for the night, but nothing seemed to be amiss—until you reached your car. There was a strange feeling in the air. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. As you approached your car, you noticed something odd. The passenger door was slightly ajar. You could have sworn you locked it, but now, it was open, just a crack.

Your heart stopped as you took a step closer. That was when you heard the faintest sound—a click, almost imperceptible, but it was enough to send a wave of dread through you. The air around you grew colder as you slammed the door shut and locked it again, glancing around. No one was there. But you already knew.

That night, when you got home, you tried to relax. You showered, ate dinner, and eventually fell asleep on the couch. You had set the alarm system on your house—a system you thought was foolproof. But you didn’t realize until much later that Jey had figured out a way to disable it. Somehow, he’d found a way in, to sneak around your house without detection.

The first time you woke up in the middle of the night, your mind confused, your body stiff with panic, you had no idea why. You glanced at the clock—3:42 AM. Everything was still, eerily so. But then your gaze fell to the window. The faintest shadow was visible in the corner of your eye. Your blood ran cold. It wasn’t a trick of the light. You could see him. Jey, standing just outside your window, looking into your bedroom. You could feel his eyes burning through the darkness. A sick feeling crawled up your spine.

He was watching you sleep.

You scrambled out of bed, your chest tightening as your heart raced. He was gone when you rushed to the window, but you could feel the presence lingering in the air, thick with his obsession. Your alarm system had been disabled, and you hadn’t heard a sound. How long had he been there? How often had he done this?

One evening, you got home to an odd feeling in your gut. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up once again as you approached your front door. You noticed the slight creak of the door handle. He’d been inside. You couldn’t prove it, but there was a faint, unfamiliar scent lingering in the air—a cheap cologne mixed with something else. You checked your alarm system. It had been off again.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, there were small things that didn’t sit right. A misplaced mug on the kitchen counter. A piece of paper moved slightly to the left. It was as if he’d been inside, sitting there, just waiting. Watching.

Every night, you’d double-check the system before you went to bed. But every morning, without fail, you’d find it off again. Your pulse quickened as you realized—Jey had been creeping through your home, and somehow he knew how to turn your security system off, but you had no idea how. It wasn’t just the fact that he was inside your space. It was the terror of knowing he could get in without you knowing, that he could come and go as he pleased.

But the worst came when you woke up one night to the sound of faint footsteps. Barely audible, but undeniable. Your body was stiff with fear as your eyes snapped open. You felt that same panic grip you—the feeling that someone was in the room with you.

The darkness of the room was suffocating, the kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums. You lay still, breathing shallowly, praying your heart wouldn’t give you away. The footsteps came again, even quieter this time, like someone testing the floorboards, making sure they didn’t creak. Your skin prickled with the unmistakable sensation of being watched as you heard the sound of your door click and slowly open, creaking just slightly.

Your mind screamed for you to move, to shout, to do anything, but your body refused to cooperate, frozen under the weight of pure terror. You swallowed thickly, the taste of fear sharp on your tongue, as the air around you grew heavier. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you slammed your eyes shut pretending to be asleep.

Then, out of nowhere, a low, cold voice sliced through the dark.

“I know you ain’t sleep mama.”

Your heart stopped. You tried to breathe, to keep your face neutral, but the tremor in your chest betrayed you. You hadn’t even dared to open your eyes, but somehow, he knew. Slowly, you felt something warm and rough brush against your throat—fingers. His fingers, impossibly close, sliding across your skin in a slow, deliberate caress.

Terror clawed at your insides as his hand rested gently around your neck, not yet tight, but enough to remind you that he was in control. You didn’t dare to move, didn’t dare to let him know that you were awake, hoping that if you played dead long enough, he’d disappear. But you knew, deep down, it wouldn’t be that simple.

“Don’t pretend,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “’m sorry. For bein’ unfaithful, breakin’ your heart, allat shit. I wanna make it up to you.” His hands slid down to your chest before creeping back up to your neck, his fingers brushing ever so slightly.

You barely had time to react before you felt the other side of the bed dip, the covers lifting for a second only to settle again—this time, weighed down by something—or rather, someone as he replaced the emptiness beside you.

His fingers tightened around your neck, just a warning, but you could feel the tension in his grip, in his jaw, as his frustration grew with your silence. He seemed to savor the way your body betrayed you, shivering under his touch.

“But I just want you to know,” he whispered, his voice low, practically a growl, “whether it’s in your bed…” He gave another firm squeeze, just enough to leave a mark. “…or mine…I’ll always be here. Don’t matter if you know it or not.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It was like his words didn’t just hang in the air—they latched onto you. The room seemed to freeze. The weight of what he had just said settled, and it hit you all at once. And before you knew it, tears welled up in your eyes, your voice shook as you finally found the strength to speak. “G-Get the fuck out Jey…let go of m-me and l-leave.” You said which only earned you more suffocation as his fingers squeezed around your throat. “Wrong choice of words babygirl.” He said eyeing you up and down, you could feel his eyes practically piercing you before soon enough you felt his breath on your neck as his face sunk into your shoulder. His other hand wrapped itself around your body under the covers and you could feel his length press up against your back signifying his dominance over you. “You know I’m not finna do that, leave and let you go, let this go. It’s not bout to happen….but I’ll play a lil game witchu. Let me make love to you, one last time. We go two rounds, if you can last at least one of ’em without cummin’ on me, I’ll respect yo space. The boundaries you got. And I’ll leave this house. But if you lose” he trailed before planting a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear. “This right here? This forever. You hear me? That mean you and me, ain’t no steppin’ out, I meant that shit. ‘m sorry, you can forget about allat other shit. But you stayin’ wimme. That go for you too though, you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“I don’t want to play no fucking game, you’ve played enough games behind my back having a whole ass affair on me while I was engaged to you.” You said finally letting your anger show. “I know Y/N, and ‘m sorry f’real. Deadass. One last time and I’ll leave you alone…as long as you win, I’ll even turn that alarm system back on. Leave you secure and comfortable” he said, before planting a soft kiss on your neck. You hesitated but if this was the game he wanted to play, you would do your damnest to win it to get him to leave. One last time. You told yourself, just one last time. One game. You scoffed not looking at him. “When I win, I want you to get the fuck out of my house. I don’t wanna hear shit from you Joshua, nothing at all.” You commented before a smirk made its way across Jey’s face. “Okay…you got it, I wantchu to keep this same energy though when you lose though” he said as his hand slowly traveled down towards your waist band, taking its time rubbing across your stomach. “That future we talked about, I wantchu to know I meant that shit too ma” he said before his hands lowered, finding their way inside your pants and under your pants before reaching your clit. “Been missin’ her and I know she’s been missin’ me too” he cooed before lowering his fingers further before slipping one of them inside of you slowly getting a soft whimper from you in response. You hadn’t been stretched in a while but something about the way he soothed you afterwards made your body relax. “I know baby, just relax we gon’ get her there” he said before adding another finger and pumping them back and forth slowly…at first.

The quicker he noticed you got use to the feeling and that your hips began to thrust against his fingers, he took the hint and sank his fingers deeper before curling them slightly. A gasp escaped your lips as your breathing became more shallow from the build up taking place until you suddenly let out a loud moan the moment his fingers brushed up against that spot that made you see stars. “J-Jey!”

“Mhm, ‘m still right here mama” he said, his fingers curling around that spot even further causing you to throw your head back as your legs shook. Your eyes were starting to roll back as your lashes fluttered as you struggled to keep your eyes fully open.

As your moans became breathless and your body shook, the wetness between your legs becoming more and more apparent. You couldn’t help but lean your head back against his as you fought the urge to cum with every bone in your body but his fingers just knew their way around every crevasse. The way they moved. How they gathered around the spot that drove you over the edge. No coherent thought. No common sense. Nothing except the feeling of pleasure completely forgetting that this is the same man who had you in utter fear for the past few months. You couldn’t deny how he made you feel in the bedroom. It was sick. It was fucked up but you still couldn’t find the sense the care, not while he was doing this.

“How you feelin’ mama?” He coarsed into your ear as he curled his fingers knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle it. “F-Fuck!” You let out as he brushed over the same spot again. And again. He knew exactly what he was doing, and as much as you tried to remain strong your legs were becoming jelly and the build to your orgasm was becoming too intense, too much to handle. So much so that your hands found themselves clinging desperately to Jey’s, the one that was still so threateningly wrapped around your throat. But god when his breath found its way to your ear, it was like he had full control over you. “Got yo ass huh? You’n really want me to go do you? Not when yo shit wrapped around my fingers like this” he was so cocky about it but he wasn’t wrong. Your pussy gripped his fingers like no tomorrow and your juices were covering damn near his whole hand, leaking onto the sheets. “Fall apart for me mama, I’ll be right here to catch you” he said as he curled his fingers more suddenly, and that sent you over the edge as your hips bucked and your juices spilled all over his hand and the sheets under you. A loud moan escaped you as your body jolted, the after shocks of your orgasm hitting you directly with Jey’s hand sliding up from your neck, curling around your chin turning your face towards his giving you a desperate kiss. The kiss was of sheer need and dominance, the way his tongue slid across yours as you reciprocated while shaking gave him all the confirmation he needed. You weren’t going anywhere. The metal from his grills and your tongue crossed paths several times and each time you felt yourself sinking further and further into his games. “You got one more chance, you know. Don’t blow it this time though, you know what happens if you lose” he said after pulling away from the kiss and unbuckling his pants before you suddenly felt the thickness of his length hit against your ass. If this wasn’t a game and you were on good terms, normally you would’ve melted at the feeling. But now wasn’t the time to relish in this, you really wanted him gone, to leave you alone after what he did, you didn’t want to believe a word he was saying yet your body just wouldn’t agree with you. It was listening to Jey and every word he said.

Jey removed the covers before turning your body towards the foot of the bed where not only he had a full view but so did you because he positioned you right in front of your vanity mirror. The realization didn’t hit you until he had pushed your upper body towards the covers and brought your ass up to his waist. But before you could say anything, all you felt was your insides expand from his girth, a moan leaving your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. Before you knew it, your face was in your sheets as he gave you back shots with the upmost precision. One hand pressing down on the back of your neck while the other was wrapped around your waist pulling it towards him with each thrust. His strokes started off slow before gradually speeding up causing your moans to also grow louder from the pressure beginning to build in your core. Your pussy was throbbing and you had tears aching to fall from the corner of your eyes and you didn’t know if it was from the pleasure you were receiving down below or from the fact that you knew this was your last chance at this sick game. You couldn’t differ between the two. Your mind couldn’t but your body answered for you as your pussy clenched around Jey’s dick like a vice earning a grunt from him in response.

“You thought I was finna go somewhere, when you crumblin’ under me like this, throbbing and damn near cryin’? Look at chu” he said gripping a few of your box braids forcing you to look up at the mirror in front of you. It was embarassing. Your stalker of an ex was drilling your insides, in your house, in front of your mirror and you couldn’t help but love it. This was nothing short of insanity. Dangerous even. Because of how possessive he was being over you even though he was the one who was unfaithful. And worst of all, you were letting him because you couldn’t get enough of the feeling. The thrill of it all. Your eyes were watering, your braids swaying back and forth from the force of his thrusts, your juices dripped onto the bed each time his dick pushed in and pulled out of you. Sweat gathered at your temple from the activities you were engaging in and Jey’s eyes stared back at you but they didn’t have an ounce of light in them. They were dark and hungry. “You look so beautiful, Y/N, never doing that shit again. Keep arching just like that f’me, god damn girl” he praised, as the sounds of his skin meeting yours and both your moans filled the atmosphere. You wanted to look away so bad, the way you gripped the sheets as your chest was pressed against the covers, nothing but your cleavage being visible as your ass was in the air sent your mind spinning. You wanted to look away so bad but he made sure you stayed right there. He wanted you to watch how your body reacted just as he did. Though your mind was already spinning, your core and your insides couldn’t help but squeeze around Jey. His dick completely filling you, his voice low and rough as he spoke so you knew he meant every word. You couldn’t help the way your pussy tightened around him, everything he was doing to your body including the praise was driving you mad. This was so wrong, but the way he made your body answer to his every need felt so right. “J-Josh” you let his name slip knowing it would get his attention but you couldn’t form a sentence after that. Losing the game slowly became an after thought the more his voice and his body responded to yours. “I know babygirl, ‘m almost there too. You knew you wasn’t gon win wimme, you might as well let it go. Make a mess on me mama” he commanded and even though you nodded no trying to be stubborn, you should’ve known better that wouldn’t work. All it took was for his dick to kiss your cervix one last time before you came undone squirting all over his dick and the sheets beneath you. The tension was too much and you couldn’t hold it in any longer and Jey couldn’t either because just as you finished all you could feel was his muscular tatted arms wrapping around you as you felt his warm load pool around inside of you. You knew how risky it was but you still found yourself moaning his name again anyway as you heard his drawn out moan against your ear. The space between you both no longer existing as his body clung to yours like his life depended on it.

As you both came down from your high, it was Jey who spoke first. “You ain’t last baby, you know what that mean beautiful.” He said and although you knew you agreed to it your mind raced. You were scared and the thought of him being unfaithful again after doing all of this, terrified you.

A couple weeks later, the two pink lines you stared at on the pregnancy stick before you had, made you uneasy. Not only were you still paranoid but that future you talked about with Jey was becoming reality. You were pregnant with his child and he had gotten exactly what he wanted. But it wasn’t all so bad, he was showering you with love, affection, and the moment you told him you were pregnant he was practically in tears. Him picking you up and reminding you that you were his and the promising future of a family was both yours to share made you happy but it also sent chills down your spine because you and him were connected for life now.

The nursery was already being planned, and his hand never strayed far from your belly. At night, he whispered dreams of your baby’s laugh, the first steps, birthday candles. You wanted to believe in it, in him. And maybe, part of you did.

But sometimes, when he thought you were asleep, you’d catch him on the phone — whispering, pacing, too quiet for you to hear the words. Sometimes, you’d swear you saw something shift in his eyes when he looked at you, like he knew something you didn’t. And that only made you wonder. He got what he wanted, what about you?

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A/N: Phew I’m back from Japan and I finished this while on the plane…I hope y’all like it sorry I haven’t written in a while😭