#ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ

[its-dawns-blog-blog]

#ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ https://www.instagram.com/p/CFiZmBFhcyM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ

[thesuperjelo]

Most times you can't see past the smudge but that doesn't surprise me. When you see a diamond in the rough you never know it's value till it is out of your reach. . . . . . . . . #justsaying #words #thoughts #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #smudge #smudgepainting #smudgeart #lineart #slide #computerpainting #poems #wordporn #blurart #blurphotography #diamond #educated https://www.instagram.com/p/CnaC-kJLKIt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#justsaying #words #thoughts #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #smudge #smudgepainting #smudgeart #lineart #slide #computerpainting #poems #wordporn #blurart #blurphotography #diamond #educated

[banyupadmatangi]

🕉☯️ ▪︎bagaimana Galunganmu kali ini?▪︎ (benar ini) hidup realistis (yang kamu jalani) ? membiarkan yang hidup tetap hidup menyelaraskan dengan yang tumbuh agar tetap tumbuh mengembalikan setelah meminjam menerima setelah memberi menggenggam terlalu erat bikin jiwa (setengah) mati sesekali kamu perlu melepaskan untuk bisa lebih memahami. (kita tidak pernah terlalu banyak atau terlalu sedikit menerima; kita tidak pernah terlalu banyak atau terlalu sedikit memberi. k a r m a. itu. pasti. pas. 🌱🌹) rahajeng Galungan. setiap jiwa dalam raga manusia dibebaskan dari segala penderitaan sekala dan niskala. aum çanti. rahayu. (dari catatan 2016) #random #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #bali #life #galungan #banyupadmatangi #ratrinetrayoga Canggu, 04.01.2023 (at Canggu) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm-z_qnvlZn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#random #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #bali #life #galungan #banyupadmatangi #ratrinetrayoga

[camserie]

#home #hello #goodbye #quotes #musings #thoughts #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #words #airplane #letters #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writings #writers #airport #nostalgic #writersofinstagram #fyp #faraway #camserie #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #leaving #writerssupportingwriters #airplane #leavingonajetplane https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf_gIYOI2ob/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#home #hello #goodbye #quotes #musings #thoughts #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #words #airplane #letters #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writings #writers #airport #nostalgic #writersofinstagram #fyp #faraway #camserie #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #leaving #writerssupportingwriters #leavingonajetplane

[delicatebatmugzonk]

Power of thoughts. #thoughtleader #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #thinkverylittle #positivethoughts #worldcup #lifecreative #beauty #changes #blogger #handmade #bindusriram #garden #flowers #lifeisbeautiful #lifeisgood #doamazingthings #laughing https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf4XKj6vjUT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thoughtleader #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #thinkverylittle #positivethoughts #worldcup #lifecreative #beauty #changes #blogger #handmade #bindusriram #garden #flowers #lifeisbeautiful #lifeisgood #doamazingthings #laughing

[subinfox]

What makes a person? 🤔 It is not how they may be or what their personality is infront of people 👥 But it is how they learn from their experiances to create a pure personality 💬 . . . (😅 Don't mind the tags 🖇) . . #learning #experiance #infallible #learned #selfintrospection #selfawareness #selfwritten #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #motivation #spilledwords #wordporn #quotestagram #thoughtstagram #writer #writeups📃 #writing #writersnetwork (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeV89K4JLwl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#learning #experiance #infallible #learned #selfintrospection #selfawareness #selfwritten #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #motivation #spilledwords #wordporn #quotestagram #thoughtstagram #writer #writeups📃 #writing #writersnetwork

[shafmsain]

Thoughts need an outlet, maybe sometimes it's time for them to swim in the outside, in the ocean of thoughts. #thoughts #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #deepthoughts (at Guwahati Assam India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeQhWgdvZZX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thoughts #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #deepthoughts

[turnitinsideoutblog]

Life lesson for everything ⁣ ⁣ #quotesjowo #belgianblogger #belgischeblogger #belgianinfluencer #vlaamseblogger #thegoodquotes #quoteofday #quotestag #storiestotell #thestreetquotes #inspirationalquotesandsayings #eyecontact #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #typewriterpoetry #microtale #motivationalquoteoftheday #tomorrowbytogether #noun https://www.instagram.com/p/CdY1Cxnog3n/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#quotesjowo #belgianblogger #belgischeblogger #belgianinfluencer #vlaamseblogger #thegoodquotes #quoteofday #quotestag #storiestotell #thestreetquotes #inspirationalquotesandsayings #eyecontact #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #typewriterpoetry #microtale #motivationalquoteoftheday #tomorrowbytogether #noun

[annettetezkrattsblog]

Perfekt. #fridaymood #perfect #being #quotes #instagood #writer #writersofinstagram #words #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ https://www.instagram.com/p/CdMmtUro_-BtCBdlaKpKqw9CCd63DLwUzSz4tc0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#fridaymood #perfect #being #quotes #instagood #writer #writersofinstagram #words #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ

[allenawj]

#Repost @gnostic_alchemy ⊱⋅ ──────────── ⋅⊰ "Last night I had a dream where various living creatures where emerging out of a forehead, and all in that cosmic colour of ethereal, cobalt blue. I saw a squirrel come out, but in a manner of being sculpted out. It emerged like clay taking form from the base of the wheel, which was the forehead. It reminded me of the story of how Athena was brought forth from the forehead of Zeus. The dream was ‘on the nose’ or ‘on the fore-head’ as it were. Pointing to how all ancient sages have spoken of the power of the mind and our thoughts. How the universe is a thought from the mind of the Eternal Creator. How we, as daughters and sons of this Creator have the same in-built design. Everything begins as a thought and then works its way into material form. This is why awareness of our thoughts is imperative. Lately I feel a kind of ‘Thought Sensei’ within me. As I go about my life, whenever I slip out of ‘zero point’ or the peaceful place of ‘no thought’, something happens to pull my attention. Like a small seed will drop onto my nose and snap me out of it. Or a little frog will jump into my eye-line pulling me back. Yesterday as I was lost in a loop of my own meaningless thoughts I noticed an earring had fallen out. My Beloved often does this one. I heard him giggle in my heart and I came back into the feeling of being a child at play. “Good trick…I know. I had forgotten you and this, and the fullness of it all for some time there. Lost in the loop of unawareness.” I laughed it off and rested in the presence again. A moment later, my earring appeared on the floor. This often happens:) As the frequency of the Earth increases, so does the power of our thought-forms. It is more necessary than ever to stay present in the peace. The place of no thought, and to use thought to form the Will of the Divine. Not the Will of our unchecked egos running rampant in the mind. If like me, you need help, call in the Sensei of your mind and you will feel the coaching occur from your heart-centre. A guide will come to your aid to train you:)" Artwork by: @petemohrbacher Art of Peter Mohrbacher #thoughtforms #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #thoughtsbecomethings https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc-OXq6O12h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#repost #thoughtforms #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #thoughtsbecomethings

[blackeneddeatheye]

コンシャスＴｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ

#vaporwave #aesthetic #80s anime #80s aesthetic #80s vibes #city pop #future funk #lofi #lofi anime #うる星やつら #urusei yatsura

[8myass]

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:08

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ 8myass stray kids masterlist ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ +:ꔫ:﹤ side masterlists: nct, riize, seventeen, txt, (g)i-dle, aespa, blackpink, itzy ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ m - mature, f - fluff, s - suggestive, a - angst ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ｓｔｒａｙ　ｋｉｄｓ　ぁー下. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ｂａｎｇ　ｃｈａｎ　円泳ラ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｌｅｅ　ｍｉｎｈｏ　火ょら. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｓｅｏ　ｃｈａｎｇｂｉｎ　ピノゾ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｈｗａｎｇ　ｈｙｕｎｊｉｎ　ぇンー. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｈａｎ　ｊｉｓｕｎｇ　げン縁. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｆｅｌｉｘ　ｌｅｅ　卸ぁ猿. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｋｉｍ　ｓｅｕｎｇｍｉｎ　泳ピほ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｙａｎｇ　ｊｅｏｎｇｉｎ　ゔさッ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｏｔ８　詠ゔ育. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

ｓｅｒｉｅｓ　エラ嵐. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｈａｒｄ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ　のハヒ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｓｏｆｔ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ　イ縁緯. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｈｅａｄｃａｎｏｎｓ　艶委ゆ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｄｒａｂｂｌｅｓ　ータイ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

#stray kids #skz #skz x reader #skz smut #skz imagines #skz fluff #changbin #bang chan #han jisung #lee know #in #hyunjin #seungmin #skz felix #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff

[smilefortae]

Ｍｙ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ

You know what I want to see right now? One piece live action Koby fics. I need them NOW !

#☪︎ ₊ ⊹ 𝘓𝘢 𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 #one piece #one piece live action #opla koby #opla #koby x reader #i need fics

[camserie]

#quotesdaily #quotestagram #quotes #wordsofwisdom #woman #wordporn #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #wordstoliveby #poetry #camserie #motivation #musings #writingcommunity #writings #writinglife #writersofinstagram #writers #poetsociety #literary #literaryquotes #thoughts #creativewriting #life #trials #struggle #penandink https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf9r9dOI47u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#quotesdaily #quotestagram #quotes #wordsofwisdom #woman #wordporn #ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ #wordstoliveby #poetry #camserie #motivation #musings #writingcommunity #writings #writinglife #writersofinstagram #writers #poetsociety #literary #literaryquotes #thoughts #creativewriting #life #trials #struggle #penandink

[solphuruz]

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❝ Ｐａｒａｌｙｚｅｄ ｔｈｉｓ ｔｉｍｅ

Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ ｔｈａｔ ａｒｅｎ’ｔ ｑｕｉｔｅ ｍｉｎｅ❞

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Mmmmmm screentones (i have no idea how to use them) individual pics under the cut

#art #my art #arshi arts #parties are for losers #pafl #sanya pafl #sanya #pafl sanya #pafl fanart #ive been reading the summer hikaru died if the horrors werent obvious #its sooooo manga #i love the horrors man

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ : Ｄａｒｋ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ ａｎｄ ａ Ｈｏｌｌｏｗ Ｈｅａｒｔ （Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔ）

CW/TW: mentions of death, cuts, depictions of violence, blood, self harm, self-destructive thoughts

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Your depression is getting worse and worse as time goes on. You've never talked to your boyfriend about it, as you were always able to get through it on your own.

What happens when he comes home and finds you succumbing to those dark thoughts, leaving you left with a hollow heart?

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Good Ol' Angst and Hurt/Comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2401

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Dating the #2 hero is hard. 

Not only does it need to be hidden from the media (for both of your sakes), but it means him risking his life everyday. It means him disappearing off the face of the earth occasionally without warning. 

I can’t say much. I’m a pro hero too, after all. But with that comes the anxiety and trauma of not being able to save everyone. 

This is something Keigo knows well. Something I know well. 

We’ve talked about it before. While he’s able to manage these things well, I’m not quite so lucky. Being diagnosed with a myriad of mental health disorders is annoying. 

They’re all very much accurate but come on. 

Within the last few weeks, it’s been getting worse. The inability to take the medications that very much help me to function, patrols taking much more out of me than usual– if Keigo could see it, he didn’t say anything. 

Part of me is grateful for it. Another part of me wishes he’d call me out on it. After a particularly stressful patrol, I throw my apartment door open. 

Tossing my shoes in the general direction of the cabinets, I make my way to my bedroom. I’d failed to save several people. Killing those who needed to be erased from existence was one thing. 

Seeing those same glassy, empty eyes from my own failures? Much, much different. 

My eyes burn as I stalk to the bathroom. Taking off my hero costume and chucking it into the corner, I meet my gaze in the mirror. Blood splotches on my face, in my hair, and on my hands. 

I slam my fist into the mirror, shattering it with a cry. As pieces of reflective glass fall onto the counter, I slam my hand into the remaining pieces on the wall. 

I deserved the pain. I was a failure. 

And I couldn’t tell anyone. 

Panting, I step back. I sink onto the floor, covering my face with my good hand. Shaky breaths escape my lips as I curl up. Dark thoughts had started piling up in my mind a few days ago. Keigo, being the busy man he was, was rarely home. We technically shared the apartment, but lately he’d practically been living at his agency. 

Avoiding me, I’m sure. 

I mean, how could I blame him? Dark circles traced my eyes, my arms littered with new and healing cuts. I’d promised to go to him when I felt this way, but how could I? He had so much on his plate already. 

Rumi had been more talkative recently. We were friends, but it was a lot more often than usual that I received a text. A meme. Hell, she’d even called me a few times. 

Hot, fat tears rolled down my cheeks and splattered onto my thighs. “You deserve so much better. Why are you with me?” I murmur, rubbing my face with the heels of my palms. 

“Why deal with someone who can’t save anyone? Why try to save someone who’s nothing but a failure?” My voice cracks. Shaky, uneven breaths fall off my lips. 

I couldn’t go to him. I couldn’t talk to him, I couldn’t text him, I couldn’t bring myself to even stop by his agency. If I did, I dropped off a small lunch to his receptionist. 

She was much more attractive than me. No wonder she worked under him. Standing, I purse my lips. I pick out the shards of glass, letting them fall with a ‘clink’ into the trashcan. Rinsing off my hand, I close my eyes and tilt my head back. 

It hurt, don’t get me wrong. But the wave of pure calm that swept through my mind was comforting. I grab a towel and dry it off, flipping it to where the bloody side was against the wall, and cover the mirror. 

Sweeping the glass into the trash, I grab another towel and shower. The warm water running down my frame held me in it’s embrace. My eyes flutter closed as my arms wrap around me. 

How long has it been? A week? Several? It felt like an eternity. If I remember right, it’s been a month (or close to it). I clean up, dry off, then wrap my hand and arms. 

I couldn’t go to him, even if I wanted to. I’d been tempted more than once to text Rumi, or one of the other heroes I’d become friends with. But no matter how many times I wrote out that same text, I deleted it. 

If I did send it, I deleted it and replaced it with some stupid meme. 

Changing into one of his hoodies, I stop and throw it off. I pull one of my own over my head. I didn’t deserve to wear one of his. They didn’t smell like him anymore anyways.

Settling into bed, my eyes stare at the dark ceiling. Tears prick at my eyes, and I roll over. I needed to sleep before he came home… if he even did at all. Squeezing my eyes shut, my mind wanders to a stupid fanfiction I’d read several weeks ago. I grip the fluffy blanket I covered myself with.

I’d never have that kind of comfort. I didn’t deserve it. And he would never know just how much that hurt, because I would never tell. I couldn’t. No matter what I did, whether I said something or not, he’d be stressed.

So why add to it? I curl into myself more. “I’m so sorry,” My voice was pathetic. I wasn’t worth his time. I wasn’t worth his energy. He was too stressed. I wasn’t worth the effort. As my mind drifts off, a few more tears land on the pillows underneath me. 

Keigo

Landing on the balcony, I found it unlocked as usual. What was unusual was just how dark the inside of the apartment was. My brows furrow as I pull off my jacket. Sliding off my shoes, I take note of their own, thrown into a corner. 

My hours had been much longer than usual recently, and I knew that was hard on them. As awful as I felt, I couldn’t do much about it. With the commission up my ass, I had to work more and more to get an obscene amount of work done. Hell, I was lucky to come home at all.

All I wanted was to curl up and cuddle with my significant other, forgetting about how awful the real world is. Even if it’s only for a little while.

Speaking of which…

“Baby bird?” I call, setting my shoes down and making my way towards the bedroom. The shower wasn’t going, neither was any music from the office. The kitchen was empty, so that left one place. 

Slowly pushing open the door, my gaze panned across the room. The bathroom door was still open, their body curled up under the red fluffy blanket I got them a month ago for when I’m too far away.

I smile, the sight making my heart swell in my chest. That was until the moonlight hit their face, showing the drying tear tracks. 

I quietly make my way over and sit beside them, my head cocked to the side as I took in their features. Asleep, peaceful. Even though they’d been crying, they were still attractive as ever. 

I brush a piece of hair away from their eyes. My feather, which I’d given to them as a necklace, sat elsewhere. I couldn’t feel their heartbeat. 

As I carefully wipe away a tear, they begin to stir. I jolt up, shifting to the end of the bed to undress as if I hadn’t seen anything. My heart slamming against my ribcage, I toss my hero uniform shit onto the crappy chair in the corner. 

Meticulously, I slide on a t-shirt and thread my wings through. A soft yawn grabs my attention as I finish pulling up and tying my sweatpants. “Hey birdie,” I coo, crawling into bed beside them. Their breathing was shaky, even though they tried to hide it. 

I could hear it clear as day. 

“What happened?” Bringing their head to rest against, they lean into my touch. They let out a hum while I drag my fingers through their hair. 

“Just a lot of stress, it’s all good,” Their voice shakes as they speaks. I frown, cocking my head to the side again. 

“Angel, you can talk to me; you know that, right?” I prod them to turn and face me. Their lower lip quivers, and they nod. I cup their face with my hands. 

“Just had a bad patrol,” They start, shrugging. Their voice betrays that there is much, much more under the surface. “It’s ok though, I’m fine. Just stressed.” Repeating themselves, they bury their face into my neck.

I wrap my arms around their waist, my chin resting on their head. “Baby bird you gotta tell me what’s wrong, or I can’t help you.” I keep my voice gentle, but firm. Their breath hitches. 

“I can’t,” They whimper, gripping onto me tighter. My brows furrow. 

“What do you mean you can’t..?” I rub their back as they take in a shaky breath. 

“You have a lot you’re dealing with already, I can’t add to that–” I pull them away and have them look at me again. Their eyes wide, a pang jolted through my subconscious. Maybe that was a little too rough–

“I want you to talk to me. No matter how busy I am, no matter what’s going on, I want to be here. I’m choosing to be here, every time.” I gently press my lips to their forehead. They're shaking. 

“But…” They try, hiccupping as a sob cuts them off. 

“C’mere,” I drag them into a hug. They hold onto the back of my shirt tightly, hands inches from the roots of my wings. This time, I didn’t care. Consciously, I slow my breathing. Calm. 

“I’m sorry,” Their voice cracks. I shush them, placing another kiss on their head. 

“Don’t apologize; we can talk when you’re ready.” they nod into my chest, exhaling shakily. A good few minutes pass with the sounds of their breathing filling the room. My hand continues to trace patterns on their back as they relax into my arms. 

They lean back finally, sitting cross-legged in front of me. “I’m… it’s getting bad again,” They purse their lips. I hum in response to show I’m listening, continuing to trace patterns on their back.

“I don’t… I can’t wrap my head around why you’re with me. I’m a lot, I know I’m a lot. I have so much shit you have to deal with, and I feel like you feel like you have to walk on eggshells a lot.” They take in a breath. 

“You deserve so, so much better. I’m a burden to you, taking up the time you should have to yourself. I take up space, I’m a waste of money and patience,” They sniffle. I hold them against me a little tighter. 

“I feel like I can’t talk to you because of how much you deal with already. I’m already such a shitty significant other, I don’t want to make it worse and make you leave. I can’t-” They cut themself off, taking in another shaky breath. 

“I can’t handle that.” 

I hook my finger under their chin and bring their lips to mine. They jump a little, then melts into it. Their hands move to my chest, gripping my shirt. I place a hand on the back of their head, not holding in place but resting it. 

After a few moments, we parted. I press small, chaste kisses across their face.

“I’m with you because I want to be. You have no idea just how special you are to me. And hell, I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you. You’ve helped me in so many ways that it’s hard to count, but I’ll start saying them if I have to.” 

They look at me, confusion swimming in their e/c eyes. I kiss the corners of them. “You’re an amazing person, and an amazing hero. You can’t save everyone, but I know that you do everything you can to do so even if you know that. I know you, and I know how much you care.” They sniffle. I place yet another kiss on their forehead. “You know I have a lot of my own shit. I don’t come to you as often as I should, frankly. I just work myself harder.” It was hard to admit, but it felt right. They look at me steadily now, placing their hands over my stubble. 

“I don’t have to walk on eggshells,” I take their hands in my own. “I want to protect you and make you feel safe. I’m not perfect but I try. That ties into how I talk and how I act with you. No eggshells, just love.” I smile. They smile back, though faintly. 

“As for you being a ‘shitty significant other’- who the fuck told you that? Cause it sure as hell wasn’t me– it would be a big ass lie.” Even though I kept the tone lighthearted, the last bit was firm. Their eyes widened more. 

“Seriously. You are sweet, caring, kind, beautiful, compassionate, intelligent- I could go on and on. And I will if you want me to.” They smile again, this time a little wider. 

“You’re no waste of anything. I’m happy to spend what I do on you, to spend time with you, and I choose to be patient because I understand to a degree.” I kiss their hands. 

“I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, baby bird. You’re stuck with me,” I kiss their lips lightly. They lean into it, but I shift to their cheeks, then their nose, then their forehead. 

“Until you tell me to fuck off. I’m a selfish bastard after all. You got that?” They giggle, hugging me tightly. 

“Thank you,” They murmur with a sigh. Their arms are wrapped, as is one of their hands. I’d talk about it with them tomorrow. I hug back, my wings wrapping around the pair of us. 

“Of course. I love you,” My words are whispered into their hair, but they hear them clear as day. 

“I love you too.”

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