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Often I ask myself why I’ve fallen for you; how is it possible I’m in love with someone who isn’t mine? But then I replay our interactions over and over in my mind. The way you tease me, our playful fights, the stupid inside jokes. The way you look at me when something funny happens, the way your head jerks up when I begin speaking. And the answer becomes obvious. I’m in love with you because you’re my someone special. You’re incredibly stupid and immature and blind to others feelings; but you’re also talented and funny and unique in your childish ways. And you’re not mine, but our memories don’t lie. You’re the one who read the love hearts to me, you’re the one who asked for a dance, but you’re also the one who’s afraid he’s lost his chance.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1206 // I must ask you this: you’re in love with me too, so why don’t you take the risk (via excerptsofstories)

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you’ve changed me in ways that I didn’t understand until yesterday. a whole year ago I held my heart out for you to take and you politely refused it and left me broken. over the next year you were all I thought about, you were the reason I’d cry over a tub of ice cream every month and hug my pillow every night and I seemed to think that the lesson you taught me was that love was not worth the heartbreak. for a year I avoided other people who I thought may even have a fraction of the power you had over my heart and for a year I would imagine what it would have been like if things didn’t happen how they did, if, by some miracle, you would have grasped my heart with both hands and refused to let it go. but it didn’t happen like that and yesterday when I lay in bed for the first time in weeks with something other than you on my mind, my phone screen flashed with your name and I couldn’t help but answer. within thirty minutes you’ve removed your own heart from you chest and nervously reached it out, pleading with me to take it. it took me a second to think and give you my reply and I could tell you weren’t expecting it. “I’m sorry but no, no, no.” I knew your breath was getting caught in your throat and your heart was starting to beat at a million miles an hour and I knew your palms were sweaty and I knew they because this is how I felt a year ago and that’s just a feeling I never want to feel again. “why?” you asked, your voice small. and without hesitation this time I replied; “because both you and I deserve better than a love that is never felt at the same time.” that’s when I realised all those night were spent healing, hurting also but healing mostly.

last night (via crushthoughts)

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Ticklish

Can you do one where they’re already dating and he finds out that she’s ticklish and just abuses it all the time? Thanks!

It was your lazy Saturday, you had just gotten out of school yesterday for break, and you were at your boyfriend (y.c.n)’s house, and you cuddled into his side as the two of you sat on the couch.

You had been dating for a few months now, and they had been great. His family loved you and vice versa. It was pretty early in the morning, he had texted you at about 8 saying to come over. So you crawled out of bed, and put on some sweats, grabbed your keys and drove over to his place.

He pulled you inside quickly and hugged you tight, burying his head in your neck. “Mmm…” he mumbled.

“Hmm?” You looked up at him with your chin on his chest. He pecked your lips sweetly, and then you walked to the couch where he put on a movie and neither of you had moved since.

You could feel his heartbeat, and you held on to him tight, taking all his warmth. You also were using most of the blanket.

His chest rumbled with laughter, “You cold babe?” he smiled at you.

You nodded your head.

“Well here…” he said and pulled you into his lap, and he embraced you so there was no escape. You pecked his lips, and he smiled.

His hands were resting on your hips, his long fingers grazing your butt, and his thumbs were resting on your skin where the hem of your shirt met your sweatpants. Your skin rose to his touch, giving you goosebumps. It slightly tickled, and you started to squirm.

“Babe?” he asked.

“What?” you mumbled.

“What are you doing?” he chuckled.

“Mmm…”you mumbled.

It started to click in his head, you were squirming because of him. He smirked and then rapidly moved his hands, tickling you all over as you burst into a fit of laughter.

“(y.c.n)… stop!!” you squealed.

“What was that?” he grinned. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“St-st-stop!!” you stuttered in between laughs.

“Say that you love me.” he said.

“I love you!” you laughed.

“Say that I’m the hottest person alive.” he said.

“You’re the,” you laughed, “hottest person alive!”

He stopped tickling you, and you began to relax. You fell back into his arms, and he wrapped them securely around you. You nuzzled into his chest, and closed you eyes.

“Babe?” he asked.

“Hmm.” you muttered, looking up at him.

“Kiss?” he asked so sweetly.

“No.” you said, and looked back at the movie.

“But baby…” he moaned.

“No.” you said. “You tickled me, so no.”

“But babe,” he paused and tightened his grip, “I love you.”

“I love you too, but no kiss.” you said, your attention still on the movie.

“Babe.” he said. “Please.”

“No.”

“What do I have to do?” he asked.

“Nothing.” you stated. “Because you’re not getting a kiss.”

He just stared at you for a moment. Then he took your head in one of his hands, and turned you to face him. He leaned in, and just before his lips touched yours he said, “I’m sorry babe, I love you so much.”

Then he connected your lips. Butterflies erupted in your stomach just like they did every time that you kissed him. It took your entire will power not to kiss him back, and he must have been surprised that you were still holding out because he kissed you harder. His hand rested on your neck, and his tongue traced your lower lip. You caved, and opened your mouth to him. He smiled as he kissed you.

His tongue explored and you quietly let out a moan.

“Shh…” he mumbled, and continued to kiss you.

He began to move so that you were laying on the couch, and he hovered over you. Your hands went to his neck and pulled him closer, and closer still.

You kissed him back, with passion and love. His lips tasted like peppermint, and you decided that it was the best possible flavor. His lips were soft and smooth.

The two of you needed air, and you pulled away slightly, and he caught your lower lip in between his teeth. He let it go, and you smiled. Looking up into his big (e.c) eyes, you knew that if you ever lost this, you would never be the same. You really did love him.

“I love you (y.n).” he whispered.

“I love you too (y.c.n).” 

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I want to know...

- what his bedhead looks like - what he looks like when he’s painting - how his voice sounds when he’s sleepy - what his favorite song is and why - what he looks like when he cries - what his kiss feels like - how it feels to fall asleep with him holding me - what his hugs feel like - what he looks like with glasses on - how his first heartbreak felt like - who his first crush was - who he currently loves and cherishes - what he looks like in a suit and tie

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9:32 pm 11/12/16 i wonder if you feel this connection between us, please say that you do, so i can stop calling myself crazy. i’m sure you wouldn't tell me because we haven’t been talking for that long- compared to the 6 months that you and the girl you like have been talking. and i don’t want to get my hopes up either although they say somebody can come into your life and show you why it didn’t work out last time.

wrongjl (via wrongjl)

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I wonder how many times I’ve crossed your mind in the time we haven’t been speaking. when you’re lying in bed at night trying to get to sleep, do you ever see my face and wish you could place one hand on my cheek and one hand on my waist to pull me closer? at parties do you ever see girls dancing to the deafening music and you have to grip your bottle tighter because you know that I played you this song once, although the volume wasn’t so loud and my head had been resting on your shoulder. I knew it wasn’t your type of music and I knew you probably didn’t like it but what I didn’t know was that it was one of the most played songs on your whole fucking phone because it reminds you of me. when I pass you in the street how much force does it take you to avoid eye contact with me? and how much does your heart and mind race when you quickly look over when you think I won’t notice and lock eyes with me accidentally? in that short time I see everything we didn’t have, everything we could of had if things happened differently. I know you taught me so much. but I wish you could have taught me so much more. for you there have been other girls and for me there have been other guys but in everyone new I look for you and I’m surprised when I never find you and I don’t know why because the person I’m looking for if the same person I had a year ago, the same person I don’t have now.

excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 21 (via crushthoughts)