#IM SO LONELY
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saccharinehell · 2 months ago
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There is no place where I belong. I don't fit in anywhere.
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silly-monkey020 · 1 month ago
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OK. I was re-watching the tadc episode 4 because why not?
And I noticed Jax expression changed when zooble made the Joke about Jax not talking or whatever.
And it's not the first time, because in episode 2? He looked sad/upset about kofmo funeral but quietly got "mad" or annoyed. (Probably at himself for carrying)
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In episode 4, he was able to show he was scared because he knew no one was watching him. I think idk
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Uhhhhhh..... I'm not sure what I'm trying to say or prove....I just wanted to talk about this because I have no one to talk about my interests/hyperfixation 🥲🔪
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imgoingcarzy · 3 months ago
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So me
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alta1312 · 1 month ago
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this is what happens when i have unlimited access to my drawing tablet at 2 am
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pookipakio · 5 months ago
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New obsession.
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He's so Lana del Rey<3
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cantdothis-nomore · 1 year ago
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GODDDD I NEEEEEEED AN EMO BOYFRIEND SO BADDD! WHY ARE THEY SO ATTRACTIVEEEE
This is so random but godddddddd
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surielstea · 11 months ago
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Caretaker
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Pairing: Azriel x reader
Summary: Reader is sick & Az being the best bf ever
Warnings: slight suggestiveness, tooth rotting fluff
A/N: Literally wrote this when I was sick asf and high on cough medicine so I hope this makes sense 😭😭
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My body tremors as another weak cough racks through me, my throat pulsing at the feeling. Watery eyes form tears, sliding down the bridge of my nose and dripping onto the plush pillow beneath my head.
I stare out the floor to ceiling window, marveling at the way the sidra morphs starlight into rainbow refractions. I sniffle, one of my nostrils completely closed off and making it a challenge to breathe. It was late. I didn't know the exact time but from the moons position in the sky I could guess it was far past midnight.
My mate hadn't come to bed and I debated clambering out of this all too hot bed to go and find him, wrap my arms around his waist and guide him back to our bed. But I can't expose him to whatever virus plagued me, in turn getting him sick, no matter how badly I missed his touch. It was already a risk to share the same bed, I couldn't push it.
Madja stopped by earlier and gave me a tonic to help ward off the cough but there was nothing she could do beyond that. I took the tonic minutes ago, the effects still settling in, I just hoped the cough would cease long enough for me to be able to fall asleep.
It's been days, my mate was convinced I was getting worse. He surveyed me like usual, but his gaze turned soft and pitiful every time a raucous cough came over me. Shadows kept me company, swirling fluidly against my back in a reassuring manner, the chill touch of them making me cool off from my heated state.
There was a soft knock at the door and I didn't have to look to know who it was. I adjusted under the covers, using my strength to sit up and lean against the headboard, teary eyed but making eye contact with the large winged male in the doorway. "Az." My voice was practically a whimper, a feeble excuse at calling for him.
"My love," He drew a long exhale, my sickness seemingly weighing on him as well.
"You can't be in here." I murmur, wiping my tears and wishing it was his hands instead of mine doing the act.
"I miss you." He offers me a soft smile as he tilts his head against the frame of the door, his silhouette from the hallway light made him look like some sort of angel.
"I don't want to get you sick." I shake my head, holding my arm out as if to shield him away but we both knew I held no power at the moment.
"It wouldn't be so bad," He tries to lighten the mood with a shrug. "I'd be off work, we could quarantine together. We'd read and cuddle and I could actually go within a ten feet radius of you." His words were convincing, and the idea has a smile tugging at my lips. That is until a croak of a cough rattles my body and I remember how irritating this illness is. I wouldn't want him to have this, ten foot radius or not.
"It's hard enough to stay away from you, don't tempt me." I sigh, allowing my bones to sink into the large matress.
"Worth a try." He mirrors my smile. "Do you need anything? Tea or soup?" He asks and I twist my lips to the side as I ponder what he could give me that would ever amount to how badly I want him and him alone. "A good book perhaps?" He arches a perfect brow. It pains me how well he knows me.
"A book would be nice." I hum and he pushes from the doorway, excited to accomplish a new task. His gaze lingers on me before he closes the door and his silent footsteps recede down the hall.
I look back out the window while I wait, fiddling with the mating ring around my fourth finger. My cough seemed to have settled, I'll have to tell my brother to increase Madja's salary for her admirable work — or maybe I'd pay her directly myself. As soon as I'm better I will, whenever that might be. I release a long sigh and allow my eyes to shut for a moment, I must've slept for half the day earlier but that didn't stop the rest from weighing at my heavy lids.
Before I dared slip into a sleep the spymaster opened the door with a multitude of items in his hands. I couldn't help but smile. The night courts intimidating Shadowsinger was at my door, with soup and tea and a book, taking care of me. He had one of the world's deadliest knife's at his thigh and he probably used it to cut open my tea bag.
"Az, I'm gonna cry." I warn. My already watery eyes verging on tears as I think about how much he does for me.
"No don't cry." His brows crease as he sits on his side of our bed, placing a bowl of soup down on my nightstand. "I tried to follow your mom's recipe but it won't be as good." He frowns and there's nothing more I want to do then kiss the pout off his perfect face. "And this is hot, so don't drink it for a few minutes." He places a steaming cup of tea beside the soup. "And this," He holds up a worn paper back book. "I went to Nesta and asked her for the best romance novel she could think of and she gave me this so." He places it on my lap. "Hopefully it's as smutty as you hope." He mutters beneath his breath and I flush hot but blamed it on my fever.
"Thank you." My voice was a rasp, he looked to my eyes. Hazel laced with love and admiration, the emotions reflecting on the golds and greens of his irises.
"Get some rest after eating, you have to get your strength up so I can get my sparring buddy back." He placed a hand on my forehead to check my temperature, something on his expression falls when he doesn't notice any difference from the last time he checked my temperature.
"Is Cassian not good enough anymore?" I scoff.
"He's not you." He huffs and an upside down smile spreads over my expression.
"I know you're sick but I really want to kiss you." He admits and just the idea makes me feel warmer inside. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him into me, his upper half hovering over me as I plant my lips onto his. I grin against the sensation, it's only been a few days but gods, how did I forget how perfect it felt to have his mouth against mine?
He pulls back first and I debate chasing him back but he pecks my forehead and I settle for it, leaning back onto my headboard yet again. "I'm going to finish up an assignment then I'll come to bed, okay?" He gets up from the bed and my eyes follow.
"Mhm." I nod tiredly.
"If I find you reading that book when I get back I'm taking it away." He warns and I bite my bottom lip mischievously.
"Goodnight lovely." A shadow tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I watch him make his way to the door.
"Night Az." I muse in reply, already reaching for my bowl of the nostalgic meal.
About an hour later I had finished my entire bowl of soup and cup of tea. Both of them reminding me of my mother humming her favorite songs as she sewed her dresses, of Rhys teaching me how to fly before I could even walk, of Cassian brawling with my brother when he first moved in, and of Azriel's warm embrace.
I was curled into a ball with a mage light over my head, flipping through the pages of the romance novel Nesta lent me. It was a fantasy with just the right amount of erotica, the kind that would make any female flush. There were a few times when I'd have to close the book and take a breather before opening it back up, which meant it was perfection.
The door opened with a creak and I slammed the book shut the way a teenage boy might with a nude magazine. Azriel crinkles his brows at me and I look at him guiltlessly. "Evening handsome." I greet and he blinks at me like I'm crazy.
"Why are you being weird?" He utters, coming further into the room and closing the door behind him. I fold my lips inward to keep myself from laughing or possibly exposing that I was reading absolute filth just moments ago.
"Just reading." I shrug innocently and he narrowed his gaze in on me but seemed to let it go when striding over to the armoire to change. I watched him shamelessly as he stripped off his shirt, golden tan skin inked in swirling black. He shuffles through the drawers, giving me a full show of his muscular back and those large wings. My breath hitched as I stare without caution and a small chuckle sounds from him. He knows I'm watching, and at this point I can't find it in myself to care.
"Are you flexing on purpose?" I ask him as he discards his leathers for a pair of lounge pants.
"I'm not flexing love." He confesses and my stomach does backflips. Cords of muscle rippled from his shoulders down to his bulging arms, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little turned on. And he was just standing there. He turns to look at my tinged cheeks and it only makes me blush more. The eye contact just might kill me. The nonchalance and causality of it made my stomach churn, as if he wasn't standing there in front of me shirtless.
"You're teasing." I set my book on the nightstand and sink down into my pillows.
"How so?" His question is half a laugh because he knows what he's doing.
"I can't have you right now." I whine like some sort of child, pulling the blankets up and over my head so I don't have to look at his chest that seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves. The bed sinks and I know he's now beside me. I can't help but gravitate towards him only to stop myself because I know cuddling would get him sick.
His strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls my back to his chest.
"No, Az I don't want to get you sick." I protest, pulling away with the weakest strength since the predicament at hand wasn't all too bad.
"I already told you I don't care if I get sick." He brings me in closer and who was I to deny my mate's embrace?
It was nice to lay beside him, nice to have his warmth radiating onto me. I missed him even if it's only been a few days, even if he still sleeps beside me every night. I missed the physicality of it. Azriel's never been one for touch but sometimes I go through phases where if I don't have my hands constantly on him I'd collapse.
So I allowed myself to lean into his chest, matching my breathing to his and intertwining my hand with his scarred one. "I love you." He hums into my shoulder, placing gentle kisses to the crook of my neck and a soft smile spreads across my lips.
"Would you still love me if—" I begin but he doesn't let me finish,
"Yes." His tone is confident and didn't waver for a beat.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." I pout and I feel him shake his head against me.
"As long as you're still you, I love you." He professes and I flip around to look at his golden eyes that the stars themselves were outmatched against.
"I love you too." My voice is a mere whisper but a wide grin takes over his face, revealing his dimples. His smile was so bright I thought for a moment that sun wouldn't rise in fear of rivaling it. "And I'm totally getting you sick." I threaten but he doesn't seem to mind, especially not when I lean forward a few inches in order to kiss that grin.
"Sleep, love." He coerced and pulls me into his chest, his wing draping over me like a blanket, blocking out any seeping light from the moon outside. "I'll be here in the morning." He muses, smoothing a scarred hand over my hair. He continues to play with the strands until I'm drifting off into that touch, his warmth inviting me to sleep.
Azriel was quick to follow, once he noticed my breathing even out. Shadows settle around us as his lids grow heavy and his weight falls into the bed. With me in his arms it was easier for him to sleep, the comfort of knowing I'm safe while in his hold pushed him further into that sweet relief of rest.
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hrtzstargirl · 1 month ago
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My safe haven, my angel.
Danielle Marsh.
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Synopsis: The world is a scary place, a lot of unfortunate things happen and deep feelings and sorrows, only she can make all those go away with just her mere presence. Simply put— She's your safe place.
Pairing: Danielle Marsh x Fem!reader
Warnings; Reader is kind of mentally unstable but she healed, slight blood, bad words! bad parents, run away, angst and fluff heheh
A/n: Had this dream last night and it's been on my mind ever since, I just can't, the dream felt so real, she's literally healing me from the pains I didn't even know I have😭SHE'S SO PRECIOUS PLEASE KEEP HER HAPPY. I actually finished this.... I'm not lazy tonight hellyah
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In the world full of chaos and uncertainty, you found yourself navigating through life's relentless storm, at this point, you thought you're already used to it—after all those fights with your parents, getting in trouble many ways even though you tried not to, deep emotions you cannot explain to anyone—except Danielle.
Who is she, you may ask? She's someone you trust with all your life, someone who has been there thru your ups and downs, someone who never judges or discriminate your feelings, someone who you really love, wait what?
Anyway, she's simply sent by God as an apology for making you live with bad parents, I mean, extremely bad parents. You're nothing but a disgrace and disappointment to them, they never wanted you so why didn't they just slept that night instead of creating a baby they will never care for? A thought that always runs in your mind.
Fights always started with them throwing insults and you know, bad things to you even if you're not doing anything—just sitting there, doing homework, reading, painting or playing the piano, yikes. They hate mistakes on that piano; press one wrong key and you'll be hit by a stick.
Like what's happening right now, you're sitting there, playing the piano with your father behind you holding a long wooden stick, nervous eyes stares at the paper placed in front of you with shaky hands hovering above keys—hesitating to press anything with the fear of being hit again.
"Well? Go on, play." Your father's deep voice rang from behind you, he's getting pissed—you thought. Letting out a shaky breath as you press one of the keys, focusing on the notes, trying not to make anymore mistakes. A key after key after key.
It goes on and on until—a loud smack rang throughout the entire room, your eyes swelled up with tears after feeling that hard sting on the back of your hand, what was red earlier has now bled.
"Seriously, do you ever learn from your mistakes? It's the seventeenth time we've done this!" Closing your eyes as your ear starts to ring, seventeenth time... Always the same mistake every time.
"It's like you're doing this on purpose now! Do you like being hurt, huh?!"
"N-no, father."
"Do not stutter on me child. You're clearly doing it on purpose, trying to get beaten up to not play on stage, am I right?"
"No!" Cowering at the dark glare on your father's eyes, you look down in fear, staring at the blood dripping on the ground.
"You raised your voice at me?"
Shaking your head franticly, trying to say something to defend yourself—all attempts lead to nothing as your father gripped your hair from the back and threw you onto the ground, landing hard enough to leave a bruise.
"Disrespectful. I didn't not taught you to be like this!" Raising the wooden stick he's holding and starts hitting you with it, the sound is so painful and loud mixed with the cry of pain and mercy.
" I'm sorry, please!"
"You are no child of mine! You're a disgrace to this family!"
Your mother who has been sitting on the couch the entire time finally looked at you with a cold look in her eyes that says 'I regret giving birth to you.'
At this point, you've had enough. The bruises and wounds from the previous beating still hasn't healed and now there will be more. 'I can't live like this, I have to get out no matter what.' You thought,
Finally, you're fed up with their bullshits and constant beating that causes you to have serious health issues. 'It's for the better, it's what I have always wanted, it's what Danielle wanted me to do, it's for me and for her.'
Choking up a cry, you pushed your father away harshly that nearly causes him to fall down on to the floor, taking that chance to stand up abruptly yet shakily, you bolted out the living room—navigating your way through the entire mansion, you can hear his footsteps behind you, his voice filled with burning rage.
"Y/n! Come back here at once! I'm not done teaching you a lesson, you should learn the consequences of your mistakes!"
Ignoring his protests, you ran out the house, sprinting out aimlessly—just trying to get him off your tail. After a while, you can no longer hear his footsteps or his voice, calling you dirty names and cursing you for a life time.
Stopping a dark alley to avoid being seen by anyone because seeing a girl with bloody hands and beaten up body is not a sight one is wanting to see. Leaning against the wall for support as you pant heavily, tears still streaming down your face—only now you realized that you're still crying.
In the dark alley, the weight of the night's events bore down on you. Every breath was a struggle, your body ached with each sob that escaped your lips. A breathy laugh escaped from your lips, proud of yourself for finally leaving that hell you were forced to call home. Finally free from the monsters inside that constantly tormenting your existence.
As the realization of your escape began to sink in, you knew there was only one place you could go—Danielle. Feeling your pockets, hoping to find your phone with you, a sad smile appeared on your face as you feel the familiar rectangular device on your back pocket.
Reaching for your phone with trembling hands, you clicked the call button, your vision blurred by tears.
A few minutes of silent before her lovely voice is finally heard by your ears, you breath out a sigh of relief. Danielle, the angel she is immediately noticed something is wrong.
"Hey, what's wrong? It's almost midnight..."
Danielle, God, I love her. You didn't say anything at all, just listening to her with the sad smile on your face.
"Y/n? Is everything okay? What happened?"
"Dani... I need you." You cringed at the sound of your voice, raw and raspy. Clearly hinting off that you're crying.
"Y/n!? Wha- Where are you?"
"I don't know... I just, I ran anywhere, I'll just turn on my location and wait for you here."
"Stay right there. I'm coming to get you," Danielle's voice was filled with urgency and concern.
You activated your phone's location, sending it to Danielle. As you waited, the cold night air wrapped around you like a suffocating blanket. Your mind raced with a mix of relief and fear, relief that Danielle was coming to save you, and fear of what would happen next.
Minutes dragged on like hours until you finally saw Danielle's car pull up at the end of the alley. She rushed out, her face a mixture of worry and determination. Without a word, she enveloped you in a tight hug, her warmth and presence immediately making you feel safe.
The moment she pulled you in for a warm and tight embrace, it like everything vanished, the pain of your bruises, the memory of the past, the sadness you feel, all vanished.
"Oh honey, what happened to you?" Her voice laced with worry and sadness as she takes in your beaten up figure. Her warm hands cupping your wet cheeks as she stares into those dull eyes of yours.
'Honey'? That nickname again, she's making me feel things I shouldn't, why? Why is she like this... She's making this harder for me than it already is.
"Let's get you out of here," she whispered, helping you into the car. As she sat silently, she kept stealing glances at you, her brow furrowed with concern. Your head turned to the window, ignoring her glances at you, mostly ignoring the heat that rushes to your cheeks.
Her personal driver paid no mind to what's happening at the back, the only thing he ever wanted was to sleep but was interrupted by Danielle—the girl who can't drive.
Danielle had your arm around her waist, keeping it that way in a tight yet warm gripped, ensuring that you're close to her and won't be able to pull away.
Back at her house, Danielle led you inside and settled you on the couch. She hurried to get some warm towels and a first aid kit. Gently, she cleaned your wounds, her touch tender and caring.
"What happened? It's okay if you don't want to tell me, I just want to know why you look like this, calling me at nearly midnight for help. This is unusual thing for you to do."
As you leaned back on the couch as you let out a deep, shaky sigh, feeling the soothing touch of Danielle's hands tending to your wounds, you took a deep, shaky breath. Her gentle presence was like a balm to your shattered spirit, and for the first time in hours, you felt a flicker of safety and comfort.
"It's just... everything," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "The fights, the expectations, the constant fear. I can't take it anymore."
Danielle's eyes were filled with empathy as she listened, her fingers gently wrapping a bandage around your hand. "You've been through so much. You don't deserve any of this, Y/n. I'm so sorry."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at her, the weight of your emotions finally spilling over. "They hate me so much, Danielle. No matter what I do, it's never enough. I feel so alone, so lost."
'I've had enough, the beatings and you know... After earlier I just snapped, I ran away."
Danielle pulled you into a warm embrace, her arms enveloping you in a cocoon of love and protection. "You're not alone," she whispered, her voice steady and reassuring. "You have me. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. And I'm proud of you for doing that, you left the place you've feared for so long, you had the courage to leave."
You clung to her, the tears flowing freely now as you let out all the pain and frustration you had been holding inside. Danielle's presence was your anchor, grounding you in the midst of your turmoil.
As the night wore on, you found yourself opening up to her about everything—your parents, the abuse, the unbearable pressure. Danielle listened without interruption, offering her unwavering support and understanding.
"I can't go back," you said finally, your voice hoarse from crying. "I can't live like that anymore."
Danielle nodded, her expression resolute. "You don't have to. You can stay here, with me. For as long as you need. This is your home now."
"What if they find me?"
"I won't let them take you away, you're with me now. Nothing can hurt you here."
Her words brought a sense of relief so profound that it took your breath away. For the first time, you felt a glimmer of hope, a possibility of a future where you could be safe and loved.
"Thank you, Danielle," you whispered, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "I don't know what I would do without you."
She smiled, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. "You never have to find out. We'll get through this together."
The days that followed were a blur of healing and adjustment. Danielle made sure you were comfortable and well-cared for, creating a safe and nurturing environment where you could begin to rebuild your life.
Your bond with Danielle grew stronger with each passing day. Her love and support became the foundation upon which you started to find your footing again. One evening, as you both sat on the balcony, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky.
Watching them from her eyes is something you never thought you would do, it's amusing how everything seems to reflect in her eyes—making them sparkle more than it usually did, it's like love is very evident from them, it's something you feel yourself fall everytime.
Her smile can bright up even the darkest day, warm up the coldest night. It's a smile you would do anything to see, even a glimpse of it, you feel your day being complete.
It's the same smile that you fell for back in the day, the moment you first met, whenever you spent time together, the smile that was present when she stayed by your side that entire night.
Her laugh is a melody, a sound so beautiful it belongs to the heavens. Music is not needed if her laugh fills the air. Each note of her laughter is like a gentle ripple in the calmest of lakes, bringing joy and serenity to all who hear it. It’s a symphony of pure delight, capable of lighting up the darkest days and melting the hardest hearts.
When she laughs, it's as if the world pauses for a moment, captivated by the harmonious sound. Her laughter has a way of lifting spirits and spreading happiness, creating a sense of warmth and love that is simply irreplaceable.
Her beauty is captivating, an ethereal blend of grace and elegance that seems almost otherworldly. Each feature of hers is a masterpiece, sculpted with such precision and care that it leaves those who behold her in awe.
Beyond her physical beauty, there is an aura about her—a presence that exudes confidence, empathy, and kindness. Her voice is soothing, each word spoken with thought and care, like a gentle melody that resonates with the heart.
Her beauty is not just in her appearance but in her actions, her words, and the way she treats others with respect and love. She is the kind of person whose beauty grows deeper the more you get to know her, revealing layers of charm and grace that are truly timeless.
Noticing your silence and feeling your eyes on her, she looked at you with a soft smile, seeing the loving expression in your eyes. Her heart warmed, and she reached out to gently take your hand in hers.
"Hey," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "What's on your mind?"
The way she looked at you, with such genuine affection and understanding, made you feel a rush of emotions. It was as if she could see right into your soul, knowing exactly what you needed without you having to say a word.
"You." You say without a thought, it's the truth so you didn't utter any excuses and just stare at her lovingly.
She smiled, "Well, I love you too."
You froze, you look at her with furrowed eyebrows in confusion.Did she really say what you thought she did? Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to process her words.
"What?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.
Danielle smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth and love. "I know that look, that same look you gave me when we first met, the look you always have whenever you're with me. I know it and I love it. I love you."
Her words hit you like a wave, washing over you with a mix of surprise and joy. You could hardly believe what you were hearing, yet deep down, it felt right. It felt like everything was finally falling into place.
"You really mean that?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion.
"Every word," she replied, her smile growing. "I've felt this way for a long time. And seeing you look at me like that... it makes me feel so lucky to have you in my life."
Tears welled up in your eyes as the reality of her confession sank in. You had always loved Danielle, but hearing her say those words out loud made your heart swell with happiness.
Realizing that you won't do anything, she builds up the courage to cup your cheeks lovingly, her warm hands holding your cold cheeks gently.
She leans closer, her eyes locked onto yours, and you can feel the warmth radiating from her. Every inch closer makes your heart race even more, anticipation and love mingling in the air around you.
As her face inches closer to yours, you can feel her breath against your skin. Time seems to slow down, every second stretching into an eternity filled with the unspoken words and emotions between you.
Finally, her lips gently brush against yours, a tender, sweet kiss that holds all the love and affection she has for you. It's soft and hesitant at first, but as you respond, the kiss deepens, conveying the feelings you both have held inside for so long.
When she pulls back, her eyes are shining with emotion, her smile as radiant as ever. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," she whispers, her voice filled with love and relief.
You smile back, your heart swelling with happiness. "Me too, Danielle. Me too."
In that moment, everything feels right. Despite the chaos and uncertainty of the world, you know that as long as you have each other, you'll be okay. Together, you can face anything, for she is your safe place, your home.
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a-casual-frog · 2 months ago
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"Im a feminist"
I repeat to myself over and over again as I realize I've spent 3 hours searching the x wife reader tag. 😭
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raincloudbubble · 3 months ago
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My future child: Wow, Grandma in high school got straight A’s, she was in the chemistry club, and she was valedictorian.
Me: Yep
My future child: What did you do in high school mom?
Me in high school: *Season 1 and 2 Mike Wheeler would be absolutely disgusted by the way season 3 and 4 Mike wheeler treated Will*
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saccharinehell · 3 months ago
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It makes no difference whether I come home or not. Nobody misses me no matter where I am.
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uni-cuddle · 3 months ago
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goals>>>
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magpiemoonchild · 3 months ago
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The closer the game gets to release the more desperate I am for Dragon Age mutuals who will be willing to talk about it with me! I want to share my characters and I want to hear about yours, to talk about theories about plot and characters!
I legit have no friends lol please add me 😅
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i-like-ratsssss · 8 months ago
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I hope the outsiders fandom will take me.
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chuuperstar · 23 days ago
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i wish i was friends with my mutuals
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dragonstailbutch · 10 months ago
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cool yay love seeing whats happening in the forcemasc community, love seeing the thing i made out of love for myself and wanting to share that with the world andhelp others love themself crumble into a MRA christian hot mess, loving seeing sissy talking points being turned towards transmascs, love seeing this happen and wanting to cry caus i started it with love and can no longer touch it for fear of being targeted at some point, which ive already had anons be hateful to me just for bringing up thefact i created the community, love having to block and ignore the community i tried to make cause i wanted to feel nice about myself
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