#hopelessly in love

[coffeexxcigarettes]

When We Share The Moon

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Opposites attract,

They told me.

And I'd click my tongue in disapproval.

Yet I found myself drawn to your darkness,

Entranced by the absence of sunlight,

The kind I seemed to be born of.

Your starlight glitters on my skin,

Like cooling waves against my fire,

And I could drink a glass full of you-

And still find myself dehydrated;

Needing more.

I'm not sure if what they say is true,

Nothing in life is absolute

Or certain,

Except I feel most like myself-

I seem to like myself the most,

When I somehow end up beside you.

x

[fruitjellybug]

Romance:

A word that means so much to my delicate heart, my heart beats for the endless taste of love. Sweet like brown sugar melting on my tongue, dissolving with every echoing whisper in my ear, hearing “i love you” till dawn.

Forever ingrained on my heart ⊹₊ ✰ ⋆

-S

[lusweakness]

Being forced to say “I love you” because there hasn’t been a term made that would accurately express my feelings towards you

[hadesss8]

Hopeless romantic problems.

I miss having a favorite person to text and to show my love to. Now all I do is avoiding to catch feelings because of my trust issues. But sometimes my mind is full of desires:

The idea of hugging someone so tight before sleep; to rest your tired head on someone's shoulder; to play with someone else's fingers while you two chat; to feel their scent on your skin after you two just met; to play in someone's hair while their rest their head on your lap; to whisper to someone sweet nothings before falling asleep; to wear each other's clothes; to offer them handmade gifts.

I wish I was ready to accept love again, but I am not.

[the-soulwhispers]

The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon and stars, forever.

[chcrrycosmos]

In every lifetime, every universe, my soul will be drawn to yours.

I will choose you in every life.

[yawnderu]

You make it hard to be a ghost — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Mutual pining, yearning, fluff, conflicted emotions.♡

"That's enough out of you." Ghost barked as he entered your quarters, slamming a crumpled piece of paper onto your desk. You write poetry for him, sneaking it into pieces of his gear and clothes where you know he'll find them. He reads them every single time, the strings of his heart being pulled whenever he reads them. He'd never let you know he keeps them, never let you know just how much your handwritten thoughts truly affect him, but you already know.

"What else am I supposed to do with my love for you, Ghost?" You asked teasingly, though the fear of keeping being rejected was always there, gnawing on your heart every single time he denied your affections.

"I don't need your love." He spat out, British accent making his rejection somewhat harder. How do I let you know you're the sun that casts away my shadows? I can't. His gaze flickers back and forth as you stay quiet, a mixture of guilt and anxiety playing on his expressive eyes though he tried to keep a stern mask in place. "I don't have time for this." You make me feel something.

"You say that, but I know you enjoy what I write even if you don't believe my words." You stand up from your seat, slowly approaching Ghost as your hand gently holds his wrist, examining his tattoo sleeve. His senses are overwhelmed as you touch him, by the closeness of your body, the warmth of your hands, your gentle touch. He wants this for himself, but he can't accept it, yet he doesn't push you away. "Whose dog tags are these?" You inquire, looking at his tattoo with a curious gaze.

"An old friend." He replies shortly, breath hitching slightly. Those dog tags belong to Simon Riley. The Simon Riley who died the same day Ghost was born, the same Simon Riley who gave his murdered family a funeral pyre and was left as just a Ghost. You simply hum, knowing better than to press for more details.

"Stray." His voice finally cuts the silence, his tone more gentle than what you usually hear from him, despite the turmoil in his head. "I've never loved anyone." Other than my mum and brother. It pains him to say those words, but you deserve to know.

"I know." He looked at you with a gaze full of sadness, and you responded with a gaze full of love. Ghost pulls you closer, allowing himself to be vulnerable in this way for once in his life, hand resting warmly against your cheek as he leans closer, breathing in your hair and the scent of your skin. His nightmares and past haunt him, his trauma keeps him up at night, but you keep his soul alive.

"I truly love you, Simon." Your arms gently wrap around his neck and he grits his teeth. Simon. Simon had been dead for years, yet you somehow always found a way to bring him back to life. To make his defenses come crumbling down as if he didn't spend years carefully building them. You can feel the tension leaving his body, muscles relaxing and shoulders dropping. You're aware this is a big deal for Ghost, he never lets anyone get this close. You hear his heart beating wildly, his breath on your neck as his arms wrap around your waist hesitantly, bringing you closer and closer each passing second.

"I love you too." He whispered, swallowing the knot in his throat. It's the first time he's actually been able to say it. "I love you too." He repeats, just in case you missed it the first time.

[ataxia17]

Love does not disappear, but it can hide behind anger and hurt

[daughterofchaosstuff]

I'm never surprised by betrayal. i'm surprised by genuine love. Betrayal is like...well you're just like everyone else, and it's pretty easy to find the likes of you everywhere!

Genuine love is inspiring and more rare,

...more surprising.

[hektor-world]

Good night

[queerism1969]

[neckshallow]

Gimme your hoodies so I can take ass pics in them.

[soahbee]

OK GIRLS???! I tried to boldly flirt with him, but I didn't think that I would die more from the answer....SIR WHAT? U FLIRT BACK???😭

[p0is0nprincess]

I want to be his little doll 𐙚⋅˚₊‧ Have him dress me up any way he wants <3 from my makeup to my nails~

[1unpunishable1]

So gay for her

[chand-ki-priyatama]

If the first love is true then why did the second happened ?

If the second love is true then why is the first remembered ?