Mami.

“I’ve  held  these  feelings  for  so  long,  afraid  of  what  might  happen  if  I  spoke  them.”

(Synn)

"Well", Azin started, trying to find the right kind of words, the right answer without telling him how he should feel. "I do understand, I do, I don't want to tell you how you should feel though." She explained putting her cards out on the table. "But I've been there, afraid that you'll speak them into existence. Like a curse, or some nonsense, not that curses are nonsense, but just speaking your feelings shouldn't curse you." Az was stumbling over her words, not wanting to tell Synn that in her bloodline that could be very true. "But people like us? We fight, it's not for the faint of heart but we do."

Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse

The only place in the house that really seemed lived in was the gaming room when she first got there, and she didn't want Tyson to think she had moved in without his consent, so she kept her things in her suitcase. "I would never change the gaming room, although." she said tapping her bottom lip, "I wouldn't mind adding one of those big plushy chairs so that I can hang out in there with you and be a little more comfortable if I'm not playing. Plus Dobby and I have talked about it, he would like that too." she teases back. "I feel like the first thing we do is actually unpack my clothes, that'll be the first little celebratory thing. How's that? We'll start small, bedroom first. Then the kitchen."

@powertobite: "don't tell anyone, but i love you."

It wasn’t the first time he heard those three words from her, but regardless it made him smile each and every time she said it, as if it had been. Throughout his time apart from wrestling, she had been there for him every step of the way, for the little things like going to the Pharmacy for him, to being by his bed side night after night, when he was in the hospital for weeks at a time. Tyson didn’t think it was possible for him to love her any more, but somehow she managed to find a way every single day, just by being her. “Since we’re sharing secrets, I have one for you. I love you too.” He leaned in a bit as he went on to say. “—and to be honest, I think it’s bout time you moved in with me.”

Eiza González in From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series (2014–2016)

She wasn’t surprised to hear it come from Synn’s mouth, but even when you expect something, you can’t ever really predict how you’ll react in the moment. Past trauma has a way of resurfacing, and for her, it stirs the fear that no one could ever like her for who she truly is. She holds her breath for half a second, then blurts out, “Are you sure?”

The second the words leave her mouth, she knows: she let the intrusive thoughts win again. She tries to correct herself. “I don’t mean like that, not at all. I just... do you like me, or do you like what I am in the ring? There’s a difference.”

And there was. She played the bombshell, the femme fatale—but in reality, she was the farthest thing from that. In her time traveling with Wilson, she’d shown him glimpses, but never the full picture.

“I’ve  held  these  feelings  for  so  long,  afraid  of  what  might  happen  if  I  spoke  them.”

(Synn)

"Well", Azin started, trying to find the right kind of words, the right answer without telling him how he should feel. "I do understand, I do, I don't want to tell you how you should feel though." She explained putting her cards out on the table. "But I've been there, afraid that you'll speak them into existence. Like a curse, or some nonsense, not that curses are nonsense, but just speaking your feelings shouldn't curse you." Az was stumbling over her words, not wanting to tell Synn that in her bloodline that could be very true. "But people like us? We fight, it's not for the faint of heart but we do."

Santanico Pandemonium | 1x07

[ FANGS ] for sender to playfully bite receiver with plastic fangs.

there's a soft shriek that comes from her lips surprised by him coming up behind her. but instantly she knows it's him. death, taxes, and the fact that no man would ever try to take what was his. and even if they tried she would show her own fangs.

the shriek melting into laughter.

as he leans against her, his body towers over her and admittedly that was one of the first things that had attracted her to him. she takes half a step back so she can be closer to him. her hand coiling up behind her body to rest against the back of his neck, giving him a soft scratch. loving --- as she feels the plastic on her neck.

"where ever did you find those?" she asks finally turning around to look at him.

TITANIC 1997 | dir. James Cameron

there's a small groan that escapes her lips as his big hands run all over her scalp, ruining whatever hair styling she'd done before. naturally curly hair having been made straight from the heat. "you're a miracle worker." she says, leaning against his large frame her neck rolling with him. the bright lights from earlier giving her a tension headache.

“    hold    still⸺    “    he’s    chuckling    but    he    is    working    too.    working    on    causing    knots    and    curls    into    her    hair    where    fingers    work    against    her    scalp,    digits    pressing    against    it    to    give    her    a    small    massage.     “    headache    will    be    gone    in    no    time.    “            @powertobite