Im a disabled autistic woman attempting to leave my abusive partner of several years. i am severely mentally ill and disabled, and i need help being able to get out of this situation.
the arguing and screaming is daily and is too much to handle. this person assaults me sexually, guilt trips me, and gaslights me about the severity of their abuse. i just can’t take it anymore. i’m tired of enabling this person’s behavior.
i am extremely unsafe and terrified. i need to figure out how to get out of this situation discretely. i also need help paying for my medical care, my service animal, transportation, food, and housing fees.
thank you for reading. i appreciate every single reblog.
theres no nice to meet you fics/hcs here and im dying someone please hand me over fics like rn i dont care who u are and i just want wyn x reader fics ple as e
↪ complexities of loving your friend - ch. matsuno
- in which chifuyu can't sort his feelings out despite being a shoujo fan.
pairing: chifuyu x fem!reader
wc: 3108
a/n: finally we have the f2l here, like finally. a fic of our oblivious boi hopelessly falling in love and not being able to realize it. huge thanks to @mqnjiro for inciting this fic and helping me with some planning T.T
tagging: @mqtsuno @hanniejji (BAE I DIDNT FORGET YOU SEE) @sxlver-sweet @isuuki + taglist form on my navi if you want to be added in the future
“chifuyu?” your voice interrupts his percolating thoughts, eyes eagerly peering up at him. your fingers grasp onto the fabric of his shirt as you drag him across the classroom, to the desk you occupied- and chifuyu stares, a grating itch squabbling at his chest, way more prominent than what he could suppress. but he doesn’t stop you as you vigorously run over to your notebooks, stuffing them into your backpack in delirium.
chifuyu stares at the sparkles and hues of your eyes as you hurry yourself, the subtle delight that never ceases to leave your lineaments- he’s sure the way you’re so excited has your fingers tingling, your head thronged with escapades or perhaps your nerves leaping with the anticipation of walking home yet again. he knows you so well, he was your friend after all, and yet, he didn’t know the compelling force that had his heart stinging with your happiness.
how can he feel happy yet so so anxious at the same time?
“let’s go, fuyu-”
“ah, i just,” he scratches the back of his neck with a hasty hesitance, “remembered that i had some work to do, you can go home alone.”
his ache intensifies with the frown that covets your lips at his words- and oh divinity, chifuyu regrets every separate word he uttered when you provide him no answer, your conduct rather sullen. he then watches as your eyes light up yet again, your world a little brighter as you say, “take me with you, i’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem right?”
and chifuyu mercilessly drops a hefty stone above your hopes, voice rather stoic and coarse as he replies, “i can’t y/n. don’t bother me like that.”
chifuyu feels like he’s just slipped expeditiously from a mountain, from a tall height and the peak of a waterfall- crudely falling and dwindling till the stones and bricks punch him like thick needles at his guts. It’s excruciating, and yet he doesn’t budge when your hands fall in somber submission, your voice mumbling a little okay that’s barely audible, and your previously conspicuous enthusiasm tearing apart along with the ache that simply deepens in his chest.
he doesn’t understand it at all.
so he walks away and takes a different route back home, leaving you alone in the hollow classroom that was once filled with your own gusto.
chifuyu knew the boundaries that existed, unspoken of yet resolute with every passing moment. a form of solitary bivouac, a thick sheen of wall separating partitions of his feelings that can’t help but merge together, and a strong chain of metals and graphite manacling him back- it’s all within the boundary that he supposed was your safety, was your comfort and your contour that he should never cross. but to him, it felt like nothing but an estrangement.
he knew it so well, and yet he couldn’t sense himself falling into the abysmal well of your laughter- he couldn’t realize how deep he was swooning into your sunlight.
it all started the day his finger effortlessly slipped from the pinpoint of his feelings, and then everything else turned into a muddled mess.
“y/n, i’m here—”
chifuyu halts, eyes dropping over your sleeping silhouette; your head nestled snugly into your folded arms. he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up, not when you’ve discovered utter comfort in a position that is sure to leave cramps upon your neck. he simply watches, his gaze consistent with how shamelessly he’s perceiving the crease and crevices of your face that he’d never noticed before. sometimes, he felt unsettled because of how mesmerizing he found you to be- since when were you this attractive to him?
and sometimes, as he stared at your relaxed figure, he felt a fervent desire to caress your cheeks with his thumb, to run his calloused hands through your hair, to place his lips on your forehead where the shadow of your strands fell.
his hands extend under pure unconsciousness, and he promptly surprises himself when he finds his fingers faintly stroking the top of your head. his hands stiffen in their respective position as you slur in your sleep, your eyes heavy lidded yet leisurely awakening.
“chifuyu?”
and then you awake, the smile on your face more apparent and sprightlier. chifuyu feels his heart skip a quiescent beat when your eyes crinkle with morning light, “you fell asleep huh?”
“it was getting boring,” you muse, and a deep curve of your lips makes the world stop around you, a smile that enunciates a million butterflies in a split second.
and a precious dip around the edges of your lips crinkles and makes him question the functionality of his soul.
“come on, let’s go home.”
as you tuck your hair behind your ears and exhale a yawn, chifuyu again feels the disturbing flitter of uncertainty he could never pinpoint, could never know.
it’s nothing but an itch, a weird scratch at his heart, how could he possibly know?
“chifuyu!”
chifuyu turns his head at the beaming voice, noticing your jumping silhouette at the main entrance of the campus, undoubtedly merry. however, his stature remains impassive as you saunter your way towards him, in a complete contrast to your bubbly morning mood. chifuyu himself doesn’t know how he’s stubbornly suppressed the urge of embracing you in his arms, or pressing a kiss to your exorbitant cheeks, or simply hear the sonorous giggle that slipped past you lips at the most random times.
but again, the notions of such actions kicked at the wall of boundaries he knew he can’t cross.
“let’s go to class together!” you exclaim, painfully close to engulfing his hands into yours and sprint away. but chifuyu steps away before you could, face clad in indifference as he declines, “we have different classrooms, y/n.”
he sees your smile fall for a second before you pick it up in an instant, your hands reclining to grab the straps of your backpack- instead of his fingers, “you’re my friend, i’ll walk you. come on,”
you’re my friend.
for some reasons unbeknownst to chifuyu matsuno, his mood sours up despite the sweetness of your smile enclasping him in an envelope, despite your refreshing gaze that awaits his assertion- despite you being completely okay with how unpredictable he was being. and chifuyu feels even more unsure with how his heart wrenches, or how irritation again nags at his stomach due to the same, undiscovered uncertainty. “you don’t need to,”he says, before he walks away into the building, leaving you alone within the hollow crowd yet again.
perhaps he was of age, at the brink of impending puberty, or whatever they called it. maybe it was why he was suffering through imbalanced emotions, doing things he’d never expect himself to and thinking too comprehensively about the you he usually didn’t. maybe it’s not just you who made the difference, maybe he would feel the same with other girls as well- or so he thought.
“ah, chifuyu matsuno, what is it?” his classmate from whom he’d excused a little bit of time asked, perplexed at the boy’s untimely call.
“will you go out with me?”
she stares at him like a deer caught in headlights, brows furrowed as she takes an unsure step, “that’s so sudden, do you even like me?”
chifuyu didn’t know. despite the humongous amount of manga’s he’d read, he genuinely didn’t know. and yet he dives under his life-saving façade, replying, “i do.”
the girl stares at him in disbelief, and chifuyu stands there in utter triviality, his eyes boring none of the emotions you could ignite ever so effortlessly. she heaves a sigh, “well, i’ll have to refuse.”
she then takes a step as she engulfs him in a loose hug, hands smoothing over the pad of his shoulder. chifuyu didn’t know for what she felt the need to provide him consolation, but he felt nothing with another’s arms wrapped around him, felt none of the sterling flutters and accelerating beats that he felt with you- none of it all.
“so you don’t know who you like huh?” she asks as she pulls away, and chifuyu stares dumbfounded, “well i hope you will soon enough.”
and then she’s gone. like an everyday presence that did not make much difference in his everday life, like an inconsequential company that didn’t have his attention at blank point- absolutely unlike the you who had him at a word’s notice, had him beaming and his heart skipping in enthrallment.
your company was soft colors of nature, pastel and greens; sometimes yellows and sometimes a vibrant apricot; or the delicate browns and the sky that deepened to show him the stars. it felt like an earthiness that lasts a lifetime, sempiternal and extremely, seductively beguiling. and sometimes the soft colors smeared upon the brief conversations, lousy acts and recess under the sky that matched allies with you.
what was this feeling?
he feels rather unpleasant when he can’t pinpoint the surge of life that elates him with every thought of you. he was your friend, someone you could rely on- then why on earth was he being such a dick? why couldn't he look into your mesmerizing eyes and let you entwine your dainty fingers within his? why couldn't he match the pace of his tennis shoes and accompany you home as you babble out the stress of the day? it's all what friends do, then why couldn't he?
you’re my friend, you’re my friend, you’re my friend.
“but i don’t want to be.”– friends didn't look at friends that way.
chifuyu sits on his window sill, eyes widened with surprise when he finds himself providing an answer to the question that’d been haunting him for months. his palm covers his lips, a batch of welcoming warmth canopying him in a tight blanket of solemn realization as he says yet again,
“i don’t want to be your friend.”
chifuyu hadn’t the heart to face you after he had perturbed through the invisible barrier of friendship- and so, he had adhered to avoiding you at all cost. skipping through walking you home, gossiping about the outrageous dramas, or simply, laughing as you walked side by side.
he should’ve known how unsettled you must’ve felt due to that, but he procured that to be his way of protecting you. from him? much regrettably, yes.
“chifuyu!”
chifuyu hears you yell through the corridors, having spotted his familiar tuft of blonde hair among the grave silence. his heart drops to the pit of his stomach, eyes squeezing shut as he muttered a low ‘shit’.
“i found you!” your voice is as enthusiastic as ever, the same avid hue and the same sparkling elegance. and you completely overlook the fact that he had been out of contact, “can we-”
chifuyu doesn’t turn around, only pivoting his head to peek at you in the briefest way, his mouth anxious as he replies, “i’m sorry i have cram school today, so i can’t.” — and you hadn’t even finished your sentence.
you take a few silent steps, scared that if you walked fast he’d slip away, vanish into the abyss like he had the past couple of days, “you don’t read in a cram school.”
“well i enrolled a few days ago-”
chifuyu is cut off when you heave his wrist with ample strength, forcing him to turn around to look at your glistening eyes that engraved regret pooling at the depth of his stomach, “don’t lie.”
he knew he couldn’t lie to you, he knew you could always tell him apart and yet, he tries his last attempt as he shakes his head in denial, “how would you know-”
“fuyu,” you begin, sheer gloss coating your eyes, “why are you avoiding me?”
your inquiry catches him off guard, and his mouth flutters like the wings of a bee, rendered wordless. as much as he’d like to deny, he wasavoiding you, there’s no other explanation. but that’s all because of the impenetrable wall that obstructed him from you; and there’s no way he could tell you that.
“did i do something wrong?”
he notices a substantial hurt shelter your face, sees as you try your hardest to shove the melancholy under your pulled up sleeves. and then he watches you hesitate with your fingers that drop from his wrist, your lips stuttering as you ask,
“chifuyu, do you hate me?”
no, not at all.
chifuyu loves every inch of you- the fading sunset behind your eyes, that moonlight that dances through your hair, the sadness nestled in the creases of your palm. there was no way he could hate you when the only thing you’d done is carry a lantern, with burning and flickering fire that had been his sentiment, fueled by the little gestures of affection you showed that had held warm every now and then.
“i’m really sorry if i offended you, chifuyu. it’s fine if you’d like to take some time off if you….dislike me now and it’s—”
“fuck no,” it’s completely involuntary as the words roll off his tongue, and he doesn’t even realize when he says fuck it to his omnipresent, theatrical conscience and lets his impulse take over, lets the innumerable thoughts of his mind spill out in batches of coherent words, “i like you, okay? i like you so damn much that i have no idea what’s happening to me. i like all of you, not just the parts that make sense, not just the parts you’ve shown me. i love the parts that i don’t yet understand, the parts that weigh on your shoulders, the parts i notice only when i steal glances at you in silence. there’s no way i can hate you, y/n, no fucking way.”
right when he’s done with his little rant, the sky breaks upon with the realization that the love was unrequited, because you see him as nothing more than a friend, an ally, a comfort. and he’s just ruined it all for you, ruined the friendship he treasured so much.
“— shit, i’m sorry. forget it, i just ruined everything didn’t i?” chifuyu scorns at himself, knotting his fingers into his dyed hair as he abruptly turns on his heels, opting to walk away on his embarrassment.
“chifuyu, you didn’t ruin anything,”
the said boy stiffens up as you slither your arms around his neck, softly planting your chin on his shoulder, “mister shoujo manga didn’t know how to confess properly after all. what made you think i won’t reciprocate?”
chifuyu appears to be frozen, stunned when you utter those words spoken with admirable formality- and with a cadency of unequaled honesty. he is even more stunned when you swivel in front of him, touch impeccably soft as you gather his cheeks into your hands, enabling his lips to form a scant pout.
“dummy,” you whisper; and then he feels a gentle peck on his lips, succinct yet abysmal in ways he’d never have surmised. your lips brush his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings and the smoothest flower petals; just long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel your warmth and the taste of the small intimacy that lingered far after you’d reclined.
maybe he was hallucinating in broad daylight, like a madman caught in inexplicable passion. in a trance like the fog of stark winter; in an other-worldly imagination cloaked with ocean waves. because there’s no way that the next second transpires with your arms around his neck, and your supple lips on his yet again, except in motion with the same craving as his and a hundred, thousand words conveyed with a mere movement.
and when you pull him in by the neck and kiss him deeper— he forgets how to breathe.
after seconds he’s lost count of, he feels you slowly separate, leaving his lips colder than ever before. you smile the brightest smile he’s ever seen you wear, playful as you confess, “well, i like you too, fuyu.”
chifuyu stares back with an abundance of crimson nipping at his cheeks obdurately, mouth sealed shut and speechless. he can’t even hide the fluster with how your eyes see through him like an open book, and he can’t help but grow even more shy when you chuckle, the sound hitting his ears like a refreshing reminiscence, “you didn’t need to avoid me like that, i was hurt you know. i thought you got tired of me or something,”
he stands back the moment your hands slide down his shoulders, “i’m,” he pauses, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “i’m sorry for that.”
you pretend to contemplate for a moment, and chifuyu’s abdomen crawls with apprehension. but then you smile with the same cheery mien, “i guess i’ll forgive you.”
oh how chifuyu missed this!
he then clasps your hand in his, giving it a tender squeeze as he begins to trod upon the tiled floor, softly smiling, “thank you, gorgeous.”
chifuyu is quicker than he’s ever been the moment you pucker your lips in a pout, gently pressing a chaste kiss on the reddened flesh of your lips. and despite you oh-so-courageously kissing the life out of your best friend, he still feels you flinch when he stuffs your entwined hands into his pocket, along with a stutter that initiates your apparent fluster, “w-who said you can do that so suddenly?”
chifuyu chuckles, “you can’t just pout and expect me not to kiss you.”
you look to the other side with a convivial warmth pressing taut against your face, “i’ll miss the days where i could pout freely.”
“you don’t like it?”
chifuyu sees you mirroring a semi-permanent simper, your cheeks delighted and emphasizing the obvious lift that you couldn’t hold back.
“oh, this is definitely better.”
as you both slowly walk towards the much familiar way back home, savoring the moment of a truncate bliss that would linger far into the day, talking about things how friends would- except you weren’t friends anymore, nor was there the impeding and bothersome barricade of restricted feelings.
perhaps, chifuyu needed to believe them, believe that fairytales were not written for princesses with glass slippers, not written for spells that transformed you into a frog. they were written for hopeless romantics like him who’d never believed in their own happy ending, never trusted in the miracles of fate. most of all, he needed to believe that they were written for him.
yet he still can’t believe it when he sees your lightening face the other morning.
none of his shoujo manga’s prepared him for this.
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characters: mitsuya takashi, chifuyu matsuno, and ken ryuguji (draken) x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
Mitsuya Takashi
Mitsuya would no doubt be the sweetest boyfriend ever. He'd smell like lavender and would tell you how much you remind him of flowers.
He'd knock on your window at midnight so he could take you to ride his bike whenever you're sad because he wants to make you feel better.
Whenever you’re having negative thoughts, he’d softly smack your head and tell you, “Stupid, it’s going to be okay.” He also gives you the most random head pats that you love a lot.
He would throw you loving kisses when you say that you love the clothes he makes for you and gives you the most random stuff he finds outside just because it reminds him of you.
Whenever you send him a picture of your fit for the day, he’d always reply, “Everything looks so good on you, baby.”
He’d sometimes ask you to come over by the weekend and the both of you would just spend the day together babysitting his younger siblings who also loves you very much.
He'd cook for you but prefer to sew you some new sweaters and other types of clothing more.
Whenever you help him sew at times, you’d often find yourself with some small cuts now and then, so he has a first aid kit nearby. He cleans your wounds for you and fills your temple with kisses, telling you that it’s alright, things like this happen.
The overall atmosphere would just feel very domestic and fluffy with him around that it almost seems like the two of you are newlyweds already.
Ken Ryuguji (Draken)
If you know Hak from Yona of the Dawn, he would be very much like him because Draken would totally be the protective boyfriend.
He'd always stand by your side like a knight and wouldn't let a single strand of your hair be harmed. He’d always make you feel safe and that there’s nothing to worry about.
He'd take you out on dates on Sundays and would always remind you to take care of yourself, not forgetting that he takes care of you, too.
He likes to play with your hair, sleep on your shoulder, and he likes listening to whatever you have to say. He loves it whenever you trust him with your problems and he helps you get through them.
He’d take notes of your likes and dislikes, making sure not to miss a single thing. He brings you coffee every morning and gives you stuff toys every month and anniversary.
He has memorized all your favorite things like the back of his hand and he never forgets to consider you in every decision he makes.
He’d carry you on his back whenever you’re drunk or just simply tired. He’d do it even if you just want to be carried (all you have to do is ask).
He likes it when you call him by his name, braid his hair, and he tells you how cute you are whenever you get jealous.
He does everything to ensure that you don’t feel insecure in the relationship, refusing to do anything that may ruin your trust, always putting his life on the line.
Chifuyu Matsuno
If loyalty was a person, it would certainly be Chifuyu.
He’s a shy one and would probably test out the scenes he has read from his favorite mangas with you.
He’d often make the most common pick-up line out there but when it's your turn, his face will turn bright red and look away from you. You'd often tease him for it and he just won't stop from being a blushing mess.
He’d surprise you with back hugs and would always wait for you after school or work. He’d carry your bag on the way home and whenever the two of you are out shopping.
He'll flash you a bright smile that says I'm dependable whenever he does it and it makes you want to rely on him more - which was Chifuyu's goal. He loves it when you depend on him.
He’d text you pictures of his pets, tell you stories about them, and would sometimes name them with you. He always chooses the names you come up with.
He loves it when you give him head pats and whenever you’re giving him attention.
You gave yakisoba another meaning to him and made him love it even more. So whenever the two of you just want a break from everything, he automatically brings you one so that the two of you can share it.
For him, sharing something with you has become a love language. He likes it whenever you wear his clothes, and he takes a picture of you wearing them. He keeps your picture as his wallpaper and only changes it whenever you took a new one.
scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
take the quiz and then show me your ideal type using picrews! (you can use any picrew you want but i’ve linked the one i used <3)
quiz
picrew
the crackling of fireworks as they're lit
you want someone who is just as unique as you, someone who shares those same niche interests you have. you want someone who will listen to you as you ramble about your latest love, the way you're enraptured by this new musician you've just discovered or even the way the sun looks just behind the horizon. and you will listen to them too. if you're lucky, you can hear how they say i love you with every word. to love is to share what you know. and you can share with each other all you like.
no i dif not have someone in mind u did shut up
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the scent of the ocean air from the edge of a boardwalk
you like people who are like adventure personified. you want someone who can take you places that you've never been, show you things that you've never seen. you want someone with the world's brightest smile and the world's lightest laugh. i hope you find them. and i hope you see those places. maybe, even, you'll take a drive down to a beach somewhere and you'll smell the ocean air that i love so much. think of me when you're with them, ok?
cries bcz this is </33
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thank u for the tag, zel and orion!! plus one or two more i think but i forgot who (im sorry ;-;)
the warmth of roasted marshmallows
you want someone who is warm to the touch, someone who feels like a home when you've never known how home could feel in a person before. you want someone who feels like a good morning kiss, who feels like holding hands in cold weather. you want someone who will say a thousand good nights to you, a thousand farewells, but is still the one you always return to. you want someone who feels like a hug, and would only give the best ones if you'd let them. you want someone who feels like a silent i love you, like every particle of them is whispering the words even if they don't say it. every so often, they will.
so for the quiz i just imagined bakugo HAHA and for the picrew,,, idk i just made do :D
you like people who are vibrant, people who shine brighter than the car lights zooming down the highway. you want someone who sparkles when they talk, catches the corner of your eye like the glint off the edge of a switchblade. you want someone who is excessively charming, but one who has bewitched you body and soul. they're enchanting, aren't they?
i was thinking of amajiki during this <333
🏷: @yuzuh4 @miyuluv @keiwaizumi @iridesent-folly @monirei + you </3
you want someone who is just as unique as you, someone who shares those same niche interests you have. you want someone who will listen to you as you ramble about your latest love, the way you're enraptured by this new musician you've just discovered or even the way the sun looks just behind the horizon. and you will listen to them too. if you're lucky, you can hear how they say i love you with every word. to love is to share what you know. and you can share with each other all you like.
So, I’ve been thinking about the character I’ve created for the last game all night and it’s bugging me because there is something so intriguing about him that you can’t miss yet you don’t know what it is-
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you want someone who is warm to the touch, someone who feels like a home when you've never known how home could feel in a person before. you want someone who feels like a good morning kiss, who feels like holding hands in cold weather. you want someone who will say a thousand good nights to you, a thousand farewells, but is still the one you always return to. you want someone who feels like a hug, and would only give the best ones if you'd let them. you want someone who feels like a silent i love you, like every particle of them is whispering the words even if they don't say it. every so often, they will.
ok ty for the tag and all but is that rindou HAHSAJSHS
the warmth of roasted marshmallows
you want someone who is warm to the touch, someone who feels like a home when you've never known how home could feel in a person before. you want someone who feels like a good morning kiss, who feels like holding hands in cold weather. you want someone who will say a thousand good nights to you, a thousand farewells, but is still the one you always return to. you want someone who feels like a hug, and would only give the best ones if you'd let them. you want someone who feels like a silent i love you, like every particle of them is whispering the words even if they don't say it. every so often, they will.
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