#Dating

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[dankwave6546]

[doinkdoinkdonk]

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[dissapointu]

Vi imagine

You slowly wake up to the soft warmth of the sun filtering through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room. Your eyelids flutter open, and for a moment, you forget where you are—until you feel the comforting weight of someone beside you.

Vi is sprawled out next to you, her arm draped protectively across your waist. Her breathing is steady, deep, and calm. For someone with such a chaotic life, moments like this are rare—quiet, peaceful, and soft. Her usual energy is nowhere to be found, replaced by an almost childlike vulnerability as she sleeps soundly beside you.

You smile softly, feeling her soft breath on the side of your neck. She’s still in her jacket, slightly crumpled, the ends of her short, black hair messily tangled from the night. A small part of you can’t help but laugh quietly—Vi, the tough fighter who’s always ready for action, now completely vulnerable in her sleep, like a cat curled up next to you.

You shift slightly, careful not to disturb her, but she stirs in response, tightening her grip around you as if instinctively pulling you closer. She mumbles something, a mix of random words that are probably some dream-fueled nonsense, but when she pulls you in even more, you know she’s not letting go anytime soon.

The world outside seems distant, irrelevant, and you can’t help but enjoy the simple comfort of the moment—the feeling of her warmth against you, her body so close, as if she’s drawn into your orbit and doesn’t want to leave.

You turn to face her, watching as she sleeps, her expression relaxed for once. It’s a rare sight—her usual tough exterior stripped away, leaving behind the person you’ve come to care for deeply. The way she trusts you so much that she can rest like this. You reach over, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead, marveling at how she still manages to look strong and beautiful, even in her sleep.

As you lie there, feeling the steady rhythm of her breath against your chest, you realize how much she means to you. This chaotic, unpredictable woman who fights and protects, who sometimes forgets to take care of herself, is now here in this peaceful moment. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Vi stirs again, her eyes blinking open slowly as she blinks up at you. A lazy smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she mutters, “Morning, babe,” her voice still rough from sleep. Her hand reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You’re up early,” she adds with a lazy chuckle, clearly enjoying the quiet intimacy.

You smile softly, resting your forehead against hers. “Couldn’t sleep, just wanted to watch you.”

She laughs, the sound muffled as she nuzzles into your neck, her arms tightening around you. “Yeah, well, if you want to stay in bed all day with me, I’m not gonna argue.”

You chuckle, knowing that despite the world outside, with Vi, this moment feels like all that matters. The chaos of her life, the struggles she faces, seem far away when it’s just the two of you. And for now, you’re content with that.

“Deal,” you murmur, sinking back into the bed, letting the world fade away as you hold her close.

[downwiththebad]

It'll be easier to find out that you still love them enough to remarry them later, than to find out the hard way that you waited too long to get out of a borderline abusive relationship the easy way

[madd-madd]

Dating for love isn't working. Now I'm dating to conduct psychological experiments and collect data.

[nerdylilpeebee]

Seriously tho.

But hey, if mocking people for being bad at sex is your thing, you could join a bdsm group. Plenty of people willing to let you talk down to them in bed there. XD

[thatgentlewife]

[mcjhay]

A true relationship isn't measured by the number of years, by age, or by any other factor we can easily count or see. Relationships are built on the foundations of trust, loyalty, and mutual respect-qualities that have no age limit, no expiration date, and no shortcuts. It's about finding someone who understands you deeply, who values your presence, and who shows up for you in both words and actions.

When two people share true trust, they create a bond that nothing can break. They have a quiet confidence in each other, knowing that no matter what life throws their way, they are each other's safe haven. Trust goes beyond just believing in someone; it's a sense of security, knowing that your heart is safe in their hands, that they won't betray or hurt you. It's knowing that you can be vulnerable, open, and raw, without any fear of being judged or abandoned. Loyalty, too, is priceless. It means standing by one another, even through the most challenging of times. Loyalty means that you hold space for each other, protect each other, and choose each other daily, no matter how many distractions or temptations may come your way. It's the unwavering commitment to being there, even when things get tough, even when misunderstandings arise, because you know that the love you share is worth fighting for.

Age might define the years we've lived, but it doesn't define the depth of our love, nor the strength of our bond. True connection comes from shared values, from the courage to trust, and from the loyalty that binds two hearts together. It's about looking at the person beside you and knowing, without a doubt, that they are the one you choose-today, tomorrow, and always because of the trust and loyalty that exist between you.

A relationship built on trust and loyalty is one that will endure the test of time. Time will tell and May we all be great✌🏾

[loltopia5676]

[shaikhsamaira72]

🔥

[dankwave6546]

[correctopinionhaver]

me: wanna go out sometime?

her: i have a boyfriend.

me: *whispering into my sleeve* take the shot.

her: what was that?

me: you don't have a boyfriend anymore. so, when we going out?

[awhitewomansinstagram]

I’m sure people will have mixed opinions on this and I’m actually curious as to whether people agree, but I have seen men on dating apps start to put “I voted for Kamala” or “I want you to keep your rights” in their profiles and I think it’s fucking disgusting that they’re using the fact that women are in crisis in this country to try to get dates. Men absolutely should support women’s rights. But women are going through an insane amount of grief and terror right now and to you, it’s a vulnerability to exploit to get a quick hookup. Are you kidding me?

If you’re a man reading this, SHOW us you care. Don’t tell us. I don’t care how genuine your intentions are putting that on your profile. Show us you’re safe. Don’t tell us to score a swipe. If you care about politics, choose another issue to show that. Don’t tell us that you believe in our rights so you can date us.

[dissapointu]

“Ink of Love”

“Morning,” she says, her voice still thick with sleep, but the edge of excitement is there.

You rub your eyes, trying to clear the last traces of slumber. “Morning,” you reply, your voice quiet, as you slowly sit up, noticing the unfamiliar sensation of something new—something warm on your skin.

You glance down, and your breath catches in your throat.

Vi is sitting beside you, a fresh tattoo gun in hand, the tip hovering near your wrist. Your name, your name, is inked in delicate, swirling letters on the side of your arm. The lines are crisp, yet filled with a sense of tenderness that takes you by surprise.

“What—what’s going on?” you stammer, eyes widening in shock as you stare at the inked design. You blink a few times, trying to comprehend what you’re seeing.

Vi gives you a sheepish grin, her face flushed from both concentration and the slight embarrassment of being caught in the act. “You were out cold last night, and… well, I thought it was the perfect time,” she says with a shrug, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world.

You stare at her, at the ink, then back at her, incredulous. “You got my name… tattooed on me?” you ask, your heart racing as your thoughts jumble together.

She chuckles softly, carefully placing the tattoo gun down on the nightstand, then scoots closer to you on the bed. Her eyes, usually so full of wild energy, are softer now, filled with something more genuine—something deeper.

“Yeah,” she says, her voice quiet but sincere. “I wanted something permanent. A reminder of you, of us.” She runs a thumb along the lines of your name, the touch gentle, as though she’s savoring it. “I know it’s a little impulsive, but it felt right. I’ve never really… done anything like this before.”

Your chest tightens at her words. Vi, the chaotic, unpredictable force of nature, had made a decision this significant. And for her, it wasn’t just an impulse—it was a way to show you that she was serious about you, about this connection between you both.

“Vi, you didn’t have to—” you start, but she cuts you off, her expression softening further.

“I wanted to,” she insists, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “You’re important to me, and I wanted to make sure you know that… even when things get messy, even when we don’t have it all figured out.”

You can feel the warmth of her hand as she squeezes your wrist lightly. She’s not asking for approval, just offering something more profound than words could express.

You swallow, emotions swirling inside you. This tattoo, this moment, is more than just ink on skin—it’s a promise. A symbol of how much Vi values you, how deeply she’s invested in this relationship, no matter the chaos that surrounds her life.

You smile at her, your fingers gently grazing the name she’s inked on you. “I’m honored, Vi,” you say, your voice thick with emotion, but it’s the truth. “This… it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Her lips curl into a genuine smile, a rarity in its purest form. She leans in, brushing her lips against your forehead. “No problem,” she murmurs softly. “Now you’ve got me with you. Always.”

In that moment, with her close, the tattoo on your wrist feels like more than just a design—it feels like a part of your story, forever etched into you, just as Vi is now forever a part of your life.

“Always,” you repeat quietly, a sense of warmth spreading through you as you sit together in the quiet aftermath of her gesture. You know that no matter what the future holds, this moment will remain permanent—just like the love between you.