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When lies of p comes out I better see fanfic of that fucking puppet 😤
Heart's Tender Whisper
Dear love,
In the quiet hours of the night, as I sit to pen down these words, my heart is filled with an emotion so profound and pure, it's almost surreal. You've become the melody that plays in the silence of my existence, a gentle tune that soothes and enlivens my soul.
From the moment our paths crossed, you've ignited a warmth in me that I never knew existed. Your laughter, a sweet symphony, echoes in the chambers of my heart, and your smile, radiant as the dawn, lights up my darkest days.
With you, I've discovered a world of emotions I never thought I could feel. Each day with you is a journey into the depths of joy and serenity, a discovery of feelings that were once alien to me. Your kindness has not only touched my heart but has transformed me in ways I'm still learning to understand.
I find myself captivated by the smallest details about you – the sparkle in your eyes when you speak of your passions, the grace in your movements, the laughter that seems to make the world a brighter place. In these details, I find endless reasons to fall deeper in love with you.
Please know, my affection for you is as genuine as it is deep. You are an extraordinary person who has left an indelible mark on my life. My gratitude for having you in my life is immeasurable, and I treasure every moment we share.
With all the love my heart can hold,
Pinocchio
Stargazing Whispers
That evening, when the world seemed too overwhelming, I found myself drawn to the rooftop terrace of Hotel Krat, seeking a haven from the turmoil within. The city's buzz was a muted whisper here, under the open sky where stars twinkled like distant lanterns.
As I stepped onto the terrace, my eyes landed on Pinocchio, his silhouette etched against the night sky. He stood there, lost in contemplation, a solitary figure under the vast stars. His presence soothed my restless spirit.
"Quite a view, isn't it?" I whispered, careful not to break the terrace's tranquil spell.
Pinocchio turned towards me, his deep blue eyes brightening with familiar warmth. "It is indeed. Would you like to join me?" he asked softly, his tone inviting and gentle, reflecting our shared connection.
Gratefully, I joined him, settling beside him under the star-filled sky. Pinocchio started weaving tales of constellations and myths, each more captivating than the last. His melodious voice eased my mind, drawing me further into the moment and his world.
Time seemed irrelevant as we talked about dreams and fears, our conversation a delicate tapestry of shared confidence and laughter. In revealing his journey towards understanding human emotions, Pinocchio opened a door to his soul, inviting me in.
"And what about your dreams?" he asked, turning towards me. There was a tenderness in his gaze, a genuine interest that coaxed my guarded dreams into the open. As I shared, the night air grew colder, and a shiver ran through me. Without a word, Pinocchio offered his coat, a gesture so simple yet so intimate.
I snuggled closer to him for warmth, our shoulders touching gently. The contact was electric, sending a wave of unspoken understanding between us. In that quiet, shared moment, something unsaid yet profound lingered.
Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, its fleeting brilliance capturing our attention. "Make a wish," Pinocchio said softly, his gaze fixed on the heavens.
I closed my eyes, whispering my wish to the stars. When I opened them, Pinocchio watched me, curiosity dancing in his eyes. "What did you wish for?" he asked with a gentle smile.
I laughed softly, the sound mingling with the night breeze. "If I tell you, it won't come true," I teased.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, causing hair strands to fall across my face. Before I could brush them away, Pinocchio reached out, his movements careful and deliberate. He gently tucked the hair behind my ear, his touch lingering. Our eyes locked, and the world around us stood still for a moment.
"I made a wish too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if my wish involves you?"
His words hung in the air, charged with tender possibility. I felt a flutter in my heart at Pinocchio's words, the simplicity and honesty behind them stirring something deep within me.
I looked into his eyes, seeing gentle hope flickering in them. "Is that so?" I murmured, my voice laced with a soft smile. The moment felt suspended in time, our connection deepening with each passing second.
Slowly, I took his hand—the one that had just tenderly brushed the hair from my face—and brought it closer to me. My heart raced as I placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, a gesture of affection and acknowledgment of the bond that had been quietly growing between us. I could feel the warmth of his skin against my lips, a tangible reminder of the human emotions he was learning to embrace.
As I held his hand, I watched a subtle change wash over Pinocchio's features. There was a softness, a hint of vulnerability that I hadn't seen before. "Your wish," I said softly, "is beautiful. And I think… I share it."
Pinocchio's eyes held mine, and in them, I saw a reflection of my feelings—tentative yet brimming with possibility. I felt warmth spread through me as he leaned forward. His movement was gentle, almost cautious as if he was navigating through uncharted emotions. Then, I felt the soft press of his lips on my forehead, a tender kiss that sealed the unspoken words between us. It was a simple gesture, yet it held meaning and affection.
As he pulled back slightly, Pinocchio rested his forehead against mine. Our eyes met, and in that close, intimate proximity, I saw a glimmer of something new in his gaze—a mixture of appreciation, affection, and a hint of wonder. His eyes, so often searching and curious, now held softness, a reflection of the connection we shared.
We smiled softly at each other, our smiles conveying more than words ever could. In the quiet of the rooftop, with the blanket of stars above us and the gentle breeze around us, the moment felt like a delicate bubble of time, isolated from the rest of the world.
The city's distant lights flickered like distant fireflies, casting a subtle glow on our quaint sanctuary. The night air was cool, but the warmth between us was all-encompassing, filling the space with comforting, serene energy.
In the heart of the city, under the watchful eyes of the stars, Pinocchio and I discovered a shared wish, a mutual longing that transcended words—a silent promise of more to come.
Me: See's a tik tok edit of lies of P and sees Pinocchio
Also me:*signs* start searching fanfics on Tumblr
(he just unlocked a new crush and created a new type of boy i would date the moment i saw him)