"I didn't mean to hurt you" isn't a get out of jail free card. It isn't a proper apology, it is an excuse. It's not the start of a proper conversation, it is a way to remove yourself from guilt and reason that they can't be upset with you because it wasn't intentional. You may have not initially intended to cause harm but by repeating the same actions and removing blame off yourself because you 'didn't mean to' you are now shifting into 'intention' whether you realize it or not. I get it - it's easy to want to be defensive. It's easy to be like "But that's not what I meant to do" and hope that fixes it... But over time every tiny chip to that foundation will take it all down.
Maybe I just need my brain taken out of my skull, set gently on the counter in some flour and carefully kneaded... And then beat the shit out of it with a rolling pin.
Thank you so much for the tag @softundermoonlight! Yours was so cute! 💚
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Prompts: color, quote, character, hobby, accessory, song lyric, flower
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Also tagged some newer friends, so if you're not into tag games and don't want to be tagged, just lmk! 💚
|Short Series - Sunshine and Daisies (Final Chapter)|
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Warnings: MDNI, Mention of Nightmares/Trauma, Super Short, Fluff, Slightly Awkward!Reader
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Summary: A day at the park is the true start of everything. (You meet Emily)
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Meeting Emily had been an honor you weren't quite expecting, the little girl taking a liking to you rather quickly as well, dragging you around the park ice cream in hand. Grace could get used to this, having a partner who indulges her kids boundless energy, who understands how important it is to smile and enjoy the moment. The sun casts a warm glow down upon her face - feeling less offensive than the light that blasts you in the eyes when you wake in the morning, this light is more like how summer should feel. It should feel free with life buzzing all around and within you, birds chirping and children's laughter filling the air. She doesn't even realize when you've sat back beside her at first, the benches wood warm beneath your thighs, Emily with her vanilla smeared face going down the slide multiple times in a row - each time just as thrilling because it's such a simple little thing.
“It's a good day.”
Grace startles out of her daze but immediately softens back into that hazy comforted feeling, the crushing anxiety that used to be constant weight in her chest is lighter now, her fingers finding yours and intertwining so carefully.
“It's a great day.”
The romantic moment is cracked open by the soft sound of Emily's voice, in her hand is a white daisy picked special just for you two.
“Look what I found!”
Family. That's the one word that Grace thinks of in this moment as you gratefully accept the gift. This is her family now and she'd do anything in the world to protect it.
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[Note: Yes, this is the end and I went open ended and VERY short. Sorry. I will do more for Grace in the future that'll hopefully be better. I'm rusty.]
Warnings: MDNI, Mention of Nightmares/Trauma, Super Short, Fluff, Slightly Awkward!Reader
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Summary: A simple little date and some easy conversation may be just what you both needed.
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The next time you see each other fortunately goes a bit smoother, a proper date at that same Cafe but without the incident of spilled beverages. You learn of her adopted daughter before too long into the conversation, an endearing amount of pride practically glowing from her.
“I'm sorry - I've been rambling on, haven't I?”
Her fingers trace nervously around the rim of her cup, guilty over swallowing up the conversation in her excitement, you're just much easier to talk to than she had expected. Though, she hadn't really expected any of this. She hadn't thought about or considered truly dating in quite a while.
“No - not at all. I like listening to you.”
She catches her lip between her teeth for a brief moment, cheeks heating up at the positive attention. It's really cute seeing her like this, happy and carefree like she should be instead of weighed down by the things that go bump in the night. She hasn't opened up about the things that haunt her - not the kind of thing you converse about on a first date… But it's easy to see there's a lot beneath the surface, even as she blooms towards the light there will always be a shadow just in the rear view mirror. Looking forward is much easier now though. Looking right at you in fact.
“What about you? What are your dreams?”
The question is vague in an almost overwhelming way, something to make you actually take a moment of consideration. Dreaming isn't a thing you've done a whole lot of in recent times yourself, part of you wondered if you even still had dreams. They're still in there though, something flickering within your chest in faint recognition. Even if it'll take time to dig itself from deep beneath the soil, it will come in it's own time.
“I guess I'm still figuring that out.”
It's a moment of true understanding shared between the two of you, a one step at a time kind of lifestyle built from whatever lurks around previous corners. A warm smile and a cup of coffee is just what was needed.
“Me too.”
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[Note: This will be a short and sweet sort of series because Grace deserves it. No smut and will try to avoid heavy angst. I mark all my fics as MDNI purely because I do not want minors coming to my account.]
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