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hektor-world · 3 days

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Good night

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jamespotterbbg · 3 days

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when i say i'm james potter coded i don't mean popular and good at sports, i mean i've been in love with the same person for half a year and i'm hopelessly praying they'll like me back

#james potter kinnie #james potter #james f potter #james fleamont potter #james potter coded #james potter core #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #mwpp #marauders fandom #the marauders era #hopelessly in love #hopelessly devoted to you #hopeless romantic #romantic #unrequited love #jily #james x lily

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free-grandmaa · 1 day

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"Baby I swear, I'll never forget this.. The dance we made, the way we swayed.

Stray away with me, the world would never catch on."

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lusweakness · 2 days

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There is so little time to do anything and all I want to do is love you

#spilled ink #life quote #quotes #love quotes #love #quoteoftheday #i love you #poems and quotes #hopelessly in love #spilled words #spilled thoughts

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foggyspecsonmynose · 3 days

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The gentle voice of the love reverberates the most in the quietest moments of life. -Kaali

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the-soulwhispers · 11 months

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

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chcrrycosmos · 7 months

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

I will choose you in every life.

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yawnderu · 7 months

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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.