did not know that these two were friends

little sis part.2

Description:You’re Namjoons little sister that has a crush on the maknae however your over protective brother doesn’t like that
Tags:Angust?fluff…(soon smut?)

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After what happened you couldn’t even look at Namjoon without feeling disappointed.Why did he start to get THAT mad at Jungkook?He well knew the two of you were just friends even if you did have the slightest feeling for him,but Jungkook never would.

“sigh…look…Y/N i’m sorry about what happened i just don’t like the idea of you just randomly curling up on some guys lap.Even if you’re just friends.”.Namjoon says apologetically.You ignore him not wanting to speak even if he did apologize.       

“Look if you’re going to ignore me at least give me one of those sarcastic scary faces you always make!Oh!I know how about some McDonalds?Huh?I know you love it and you must be hungry…my treat!” your brother says  as he grabbed the stirring wheel to turn into your favorite fast food restaurant.

“come on,what do you want?”he knew you couldn’t resist evidence of the smile on your face as he said that.You ordered your usual and let go of your disappointment towards your big brother knowing he only meant to protect you.

“Y/N…I really am sorry…you know that right?”

“So is Jungkook…”

“really!Don’t start I’m apologzing!”

“But why did you get so overprotective all of a sudden?I mean it was Jungkook he’s your dongsaeng don’t you know he’ll never hurt me?And what was all this talk about ‘What did i say about my little sister’ you don’t have claim on me like some sort of prize only you can decide to give to!Adding to that!You know so well Jungkook sees my as his best friend so why would you even think of us that way!?”.Your fustration disapates into words as you see the ‘Genius Rapmon’ taken aback by your words.

“Y/N there’s something I promised not to say…that i won’t say but that’s why i got upset, and I don’t think that i’m overprotective i just want you to be happy i’m sorry.”

“I-I’m sorry Nams i just can’t take little things like that you know me…and so does Jungkook.”

“HEY!What does that mean?”

“Oh,nothing really i guess you won’t know untill you tell me that secret!”.

Tonight at 2: YouTuber Announces End to Hair Dyeing; Sarcastic Pasta Panics

I didn’t watch the livestream but my friend said Jack said he’d stop dyeing his hair this year.

Considering the fact that his sprite in the game has green hair and that we specifically make references to him living in Ireland, I hope we release it before he moves and changes his hair…

Even if he beats us to it, we’ll just instill a cutoff date for references, I guess. Which is annoying because we were just talking about throwing in some Night in the Woods characters last minute, even though we were pretty much done spriting.

Youtubers… why do you keep changing your hair? Our sprites of you are not only outdated, they’ve been outdated for months!!

i want to share with you some of my favourite graffiti from Pompeii

  • “Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!“ 
  • “Amplicatus, I know that Icarus is buggering you. Salvius wrote this.“ 
  • “We two dear men, friends forever, were here. If you want to know our names, they are Gaius and Aulus.“
  • “Floronius, privileged soldier of the 7th legion, was here. The women did not know of his presence. Only six women came to know, too few for such a stallion.“
  • “On April 19th, I made bread.“
  • “ I have buggered men.“
  • “If anyone does not believe in Venus, they should gaze at my girlfriend.“
  • “It took 640 paces to walk back and forth between here and there ten times.“
  • “Chie, I hope your hemorrhoids rub together so much that they hurt worse than when they every have before!“
  • “Epaphra is not good at ball games.”
  • “Two friends were here.  While they were, they had bad service in every way from a guy named Epaphroditus.  They threw him out and spent 105 and half sestertii most agreeably on whores.“
  • “Secundus likes to screw boys.“

I have this theory that Neville is supposed to represent everything that Peter could have been. You know, both of them were the weak link in the friend group, the guy easily influenced. But instead, Rowling made Neville weak to prove the two paths an individual could take. How each of our weaknesses manifest in different ways. Peter’s weakness made him a villain, ultimately worse than Voldemort because he betrayed his friends, while Neville’s weakness made him work harder and in the end made him Harry’s strongest ally.

Identity Theft

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “63 and 67 separately jughead x reader please if its too much then could you just do 67 thank you”

#67 “Are you getting jealous?” - “You’re changing your outfit, now!”

Warnings: I think there’s more than one curse in this one? Also allusions to sex but no actual sex because I’m innocent

A/N: I didn’t want this to get sexual like it did but OOPS I guess I’m just really thirsty lately

Tag list: @1amluke, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @lostinpercyseyes, @captainsuperfangirl

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basically modern au elsanna

I guess feeling friends fade away from your life hurts. It hurts because you don’t connect with people often but with them it just clicked. It hurts because you could feel the distance growing. They stopped texting you as often. You felt you were annoying them. You watched them post on social media with their new friends, and felt a pocket of envy in your stomach. It is so much harder to let go of someone when you are a quiet person like myself, when you know that friendships do not come often or easily. They do not sprout like flowers. They are rare occurrences, like twins, the Grand Canyon, or dogs with two different coloured eyes. So I am sorry, my friend, that my friendship did not satisfy you, and I’m sorry my friendship to you wasn’t as rare an occurrence as yours was to me. I’m sorry you got bored of me, I’m sorry we grew apart.
—  fading friendships
Jimin Scenario: Earned It.

Request: I’M SO HAPPY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I have a Jimin scenario request when y/n is an idol and she does a a special dance stage with J-Hope(like slow dancing) and Jimin gets very jealous and y/n tries to calm him down because there is nothing going on between J-Hope and her. Btw, Jimin and y/n are dating! Thank you! ♥

Genre: Romance / Drama.

-So… have you told Jimin?- Hoseok asked when you two were taking a break from the dance practice which you did at your company’s facility and not in Big Hit.

-Ugh, stop making it sound like we are having an affair- you laughed after making a disgusted face at Hoseok who looked offended for a few seconds and then laughed as well. -You are like my brother or something-

-You are the gross one thinking about affairs, I’m just being a good friend, and believe me, I know Jimin, he’d would…-

You sighed. -I know what Jimin would do, but this time he’d have to calm down and just accept that I’m dancing with another guy, it’s just work-

Hoseok sighed. -You want me to tell him?-

-What? No! Oh god, he’d be here all the time, he’d try to find a way to stop the performance all together and that can’t happen, I need this, ok? It’s the first time they offered me doing a special stage like this, so I want to do it-

Hoseok stared at you and then exhaled in resignation. -I think we should just tell him, this choreo is after all a bit…- 

You bit your lip thinking about it, the choreography was really sexy, there were parts of the song where you danced alone but for most of it you two had to do it together and the physical contact would be a lot to say the least. 

Being idols Jimin and you knew that things like this could happen, on both sides you were conscious that maybe one day you would be doing something not that innocent with another person for the performance’s sake, but you also knew your boyfriend and how he hated guys touching you too much, so you could guess how he was going to react when he saw you with one of his best friends.

Hoseok was picked for this by the producer, you two had tried to change so it was Jimin instead of the rapper, but the staff told you that it was impossible since they wanted specifically Hoseok on the stage.

-I know you don’t want to create trouble between you, but this dance is important to me-

-And you don’t think he’d understand if you explain it? He’s a nice guy our Jiminie, if explained nicely he’d understand-

-Well, I will just tell him that we are doing a special stage and nothing else, so even if he insists you can’t tell him what we are dancing-

Hoseok scratched the back of his head looking uncomfortable. -I feel like a bad friend-

You arched a brow. -Have you forgotten about the song we are going to perform? Besides you are a great friend, don’t say that-

-Oh fuck it, he’d set a scandal before he let us dance that- Hoseok said sighing yet again. -This performance better end up good, and I hope this ends in BTS and you twice popular than before and not in me being punched in the face by my dongsaeng-

You bumped fists as you laughed at that. -He wouldn’t do that, I think-

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*Jump In* Newt x reader

♦ Synopsis: You and Newt are best friends at Hogwarts and one week for the summer you go to visit him. One sunny day you two are sitting beside the lake and decide to jump in.

It was the summer break between your fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts. You and Newt had become best friends after both being sorted into Hufflepuff. You were inseparable and spent every moment together, except for the few classes you didn’t have together. People assumed you were a couple, but you both agreed you were just friends. You had tried to deny that you had feelings for him, afraid it would only ruin your friendship. Little did you know, Newt felt the exact same way.

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Mr. Jealous || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: 2,21 with jughead jones please

“If you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up.”

“Jealousy isn’t cute on you.”

The reader has been spending a lot of time with Archie working on a project and Jughead gets jealous.

A/N: For some reason, this took me 4 hours to write. Don’t know why.

Gif: @winchestheart


Jughead Jones always saw Archie Andrews as a threat. Everyone loved him. Betty, Veronica, Cheryl, Kevin. Meanwhile Jughead was a loner. People were afraid to approach him. Archie on the other hand, people flocked to. You had been best friends with the both of them for years, but the incident between the two of them forced you to pick sides. After what Archie did, you know you couldn’t forgive him, not yet. If Jughead was wary of Archie, you were beyond paranoid. You knew exactly what went down and didn’t trust Archie one bit. Imagine your frustration when your history teacher paired you up with Archie for the end of the semester project. Joy. You wished you were paired up with Jughead but because he was in a different class, there was no chance of that happening. You decided not to tell him about you and Archie being paired up. Jughead was Jughead and you knew he would be stressed out by it. Despite you attempting to keep it a secret, your boyfriend of ten months found out anyway.

One night, Jughead was walking to your house, preparing to surprise you. He had wanted to hang out with you that night, but you had texted him saying you had too much homework. Jughead, having nothing to do that Thursday night, thought he would come over anyway and try to help you with the geometry you hated so much. What he saw through the living room window boiled his blood instead. He saw you with Archie, the two of you sitting close together, talking about something. Even laughing together. He had to restrain himself from marching right up to your door and beating Archie up (like that could happen.) He left instead, deciding to go to Pop’s, fuming all the way.

The next day at school, you couldn’t find Jughead anywhere. He seemed to have disappeared. Until your off period that is. You were opening your locker, preparing to put your textbooks away when you heard,

“What were you doing with Archie last night?”

You rose your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s jealous tone.

“How’d you know about that?” You asked, turning to him. “Were you stalking me? Because jealousy isn’t cute on you, Jug.”

He shook his head.

“No. You said you had a lot of homework, and I know how you can get when you’re overloaded with work so I decided to come over. Try and help you out. Then I saw you and Archie laughing through your window, and well…” he trailed off, realizing how he actually sounded, cringing at his words.

“Oh, seriously?” you asked, annoyed. “You really think we would do that, Jughead? That I would do that?”

Jughead looked down and you scoffed, putting your books into your locker.

“No, I just—it’s just that—“

“We were working on a history project together. Then we began catching up. He was telling me about football and his music. That’s it.” you said.

Jughead’s eyes popped open.

“We had a history project?” he asked.

You burst out laughing and closed your locker.

“Wow. You were so busy focusing on me and Archie that you didn’t realize we had a project due today worth 25% of your grade. Typical Jughead. Do you even know who your partner is?” you asked, feeling pity for the poor guy or girl saddled with your boyfriend.

He shook his head and said,

“Okay, but I had a valid excuse, I was worried about—“

If you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up,” you said, as you reached out to hold his hand, the two of you walking down the hall.

Jughead grinned slyly at you before you finished your sentence,

“First by helping you with that project! Come on, you have three periods until history. I’m sure there’s some supplies from the art room we can use to pull this thing together!” you called as you ran down the hallway.

Jughead sighed before running to catch up with you. What had he done to deserve such an awesome girlfriend like you?


A/N: Let me know what you thought!


summary: in which draco malfoy finally has the guts to say that he is in love with you, his best friend and longest companion.

a/n: my draco feels are alive yet again so here i am writing cliche imagines about him sorry not sorry

It was no secret that you and Draco were the best of friends. The Malfoys and the Y/L/Ns were known to be comrades in the past, and they still are up to this moment. When you were still a toddler, his family and yours would spend every holiday with each other, so the blooming of your friendship with him was inevitable if you were going to be frank.

Though, as the years pass by and the two of you grow older, some things started to change little by little. Of course, you were getting mature and so did Draco. The next thing you know, what used to be harmless teasing held meaning. Every hug and ‘I love you’ didn’t just mean just something, it meant more.

The both of you knew you loved each other, but neither knew that the other was in love already, and that often led to a few confusion and probably hope.

“You’re a coward.” Draco taunted while he mounted his broom up in the astronomy tower, standing on the edge with a very mischievious grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s called being practical and safe, Malfoy. So do me a favor and just go back here before someone catches us.”

It was already past curfew and Draco had managed to force you to go up to the astronomy tower with him. You thought the two of you were just going to talk there, have a little banter, but as soon as he picked up his broom you knew what he intended to do.

“What if I don’t?” he asked, his grip on his broomstick getting tighter.

“I’ll tell your father about this.” You teased which caused him to scowl.

“You wouldn’t.” Draco narrowed his eyes towards you.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Don’t test me.”

Just as those words left your lips, he purposely dived down which caused you to widen your eyes and rush towards the balcony.

You weren’t a fan of heights, so you never understood what was the hype about riding broomsticks despite riding one in the past for academic purposes only. For this reason, Draco always thought it was funny to tease you about it by flying around your space or threatning you by pretending to slip from his broom, much to your annoyance.

It took a few seconds before Draco appeared in front of you in midair.

Even though he had done it a hundred times, it still makes you really anxious every time he does it because of the thought of him falling down and breaking all his bones and probably dying.

You glared at his grin and turned around, not tolerating his actions this time for you were far too tired and sleepy.

“Wait, Y/N,” he flew towards your direction and got down, grabbing your elbow. “I’m sorry. You know I like to make fun of you like this.”

You pulled away from his hold, “And you know I don’t like those kind of jokes. How many times do I have to tell you that —”

“Yada, yada, yada, yada.” he cut you off by abruptly pulling you to his chest.

Draco placed both arms around you and hugged your body, swaying side to side to lighten the mood. You admit that it was working a little bit but you were still annoyed.

“How much do you care for me?” he asked out of nowhere while you give in and return his hug.

“Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious.”

You raised your eyebrow, pulling back to look at him properly. “That’s not the real reason.”

He looked uneasy as he too stepped a little further to see your face clearly, just under the moonlight with the wind blowing softly causing your hair to slightly fly behind you.

“You’re right …” he bit his lip. “Um, I was actually going to tell you something tonight, that’s why I asked you to come here with me.”

“So, you didn’t ask me to come here to annoy me?” You teased which made him laugh.

He shook his head. “No, no.”

You nodded and crossed your arms. “What are you going to tell me then?” you inquired. “Are you finally confessing your undying love for Potter?”

“Y/N, you completely ruined the mood.” he bluntly stated while you chuckled.

“Then tell me. Hurry up because I’m sleepy.”

“Okay.” he murmured softly before gaining the courage to lean down and kiss you.

Your eyes were wide at first but you slowly learned to close them after a few seconds. But once you started realizing that Draco Malfoy, your best friend, was kissing you, you stopped kissing him and pushed him away.

“Bloody hell!” you slapped his arm. “W-What was that?”

He frowned, “I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to —”

“I could have if you asked!” you didn’t let him finish his sentence, your cheeks red from what just happened moments ago.

Draco was confused by your statement. “Wait, so you do want to kiss me?” he was smiling now.

“Properly.” you defended. “I mean, I was expecting our first kiss to be something romantic. You could have at least told me so I was ready.”

“Y/L/N, you are extremely peculiar.” Draco mused. “But I guess that is one of the reasons why I’m in love with you.”

You grinned at that. “You do?”

He stepped closer. “Yup.”

Draco leaned down again but stopped just as your noses were touching. “Can I kiss you again?”

You laughed. “After I tell you I’m in love with you too.”

He snorted at how cheesy you were but you can see how his eyes sparkled at your words. Draco grinned and finally pressed his lips to yours again, your arms finding its way to his neck to pull him closer.

Imagine Having a One Night Stand With Your Best Friend, Chris Evans

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“I love you, did you know that? I actually loved you.” You walked across the room picking up a picture of you two from one of the many times you had visited him on set. You turned to face him.

“I love you, I know I love you…but” he stopped mid sentence. His eyes were glossy, bloodshot and you could tell he was breaking as much as you were. “I made a mistake.”

You dropped the frame, shattering glass the only thing breaking the deafening silence in your living room. Your eyes met his and you swallowed a lump that formed in your throat.

“A mistake? That’s all it was to you? All I was to you?” You felt a wave of nauseous come over you and you had to cover your mouth. You wrapped your arms around your waist.  

“You know that’s not true, you’re my best friend. You mean the world to me, I just….I’m marrying Elizabeth.” He winced as the words fell from his mouth.

You stood there baffled. He was still going through with it. It was as if that night never happened. You looked at the man in front of you. You nodded slowly, wiping away the tears that fell.

You walked up to him, searching for some form of guilt or some form of regret. It was there, the regret.

“I…. ” before he could even get the words out you slapped him right across the face.

“Leave, just leave. ” you screamed as you started to hit him through the soul wrenching sobs.

Chris made his way to your door turning one last time to face you. Hurt by the fact he turned you into this. Hurt because he wanted so much more then this. He went to say something but shook his head and shut the door.

You fell against the panel, collapsing as you slid down the door to the floor. Heartbreak was your only friend.

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With You By My Side - One

A/N: Mini series, or series… I haven’t decided yet. This is going to be an angsty ride, so be prepared. Thank you to @melonberri @hanny-writes-spn and @thorne93 for checking this out for me. I’m still recovering from a writer’s block, so don’t be too harsh.

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Jared (mentioned)

Warnings: None in this part I think. Itallics are memories.

Wordcount: 1257

*No hate towards Jensen and his lovely family. This is fiction.*

“(YN)? Is everything okay?” Jensen’s sleepy voice sounded through the phone. You were probably crossing a line calling him like this, two months after your breakup, at one in the morning, but you needed to hear his voice.

You and Jensen had gone from friends to best friends to falling madly in love, but it was short lived. You didn’t know if it was the distance or the fact that you just did better as friends, but after a year of trying to make things work you had both decided to end it. The heartbreak was inevitable, but you didn’t know if it was your friend or you boyfriend that you missed.

“Yeah, everything is fine. I just…” you trailed off, not knowing how to finish that thought. “You remember when we first met? Way back when Jared dragged you to my 23rd birthday party?”

“Of course I remember. You were the only person there who was less interested in your party than I was.” He chuckled at the memory.

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A graduation trip to outer space with your friend? What could be better?
Okay, okay I did promise I’d hear you out

I was suppose to do one for the civil war arc but asdfghjkl I couldn’t resist drawing this scene because s p a c e   d a t e

(Caption-less gifs and Phone Backgrounds undercut)

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I can smell drama’s coming...

Hold up..

Let’s take a walk down memory lane..

Bear in mind that these moments really did happen and were shared between these two beautiful people. Whatever it was that they shared, romantic or simply platonic relationship (I honestly couldnt care less), it’s real. 

Lets not ruin it for them by making them uncomfortable by the slight mention of “Camren”. Dont get me wrong, I do admire how passionate and dedicated Camren shippers are, but there are boundaries man.. They might have separate path now, and I know shippers everywhere are waiting pretty and patient for them to be in the same space or even breathe the same air again.. 

Til that day comes my friends.. 😊😊 I hope this post make your day slightly better.. 

20 Years ago

I was in third grade and my friend asked if I wanted to play Buffy in gym class. I didn’t know who Buffy was but it sounded like fun. I agreed to be Willow and we ran around the jungle gym with sticks catching vampires.

Little did I know, Buffy would change and shape my life for the next two decades.

In middle school, when kids were having sleepovers and discovering parties and boys, I would wrap myself in a blanket in my room and rewatch the episodes of Buffy I had painstaking taped week after week.

My first crush was Angel, my heart breaking when Buffy had to sacrifice him to save the world.

Willow was my best friend, my heart racing when she finally found love with Oz, my heart soaring when she met the one with Tara.

Xander taught me that sometimes people will judge you but that doesn’t mean they don’t love you. Accept people’s flaws because they can learn and grow if you help them.

Despite all odds, I fell in love again when we re-met Spike in season 4, discovering my first “OTP” and never looking back.

Buffy herself was the hero I needed. She was strong but she was flawed. She could save the world in one moment and give in to her selfish desires the next. We don’t need role models who paint a picture of perfection. We need role models who show us that the path isn’t always clear or easy to follow. You will make mistakes and you will fall. Keep fighting. No matter what happens. Never let anyone underestimate you.

Buffy went off the air when I was in the 8th grade. It was heartbreaking to say goodbye to 7 years of my favorite show, and daunting to enter high school without the safety of the Scooby Gang to welcome me home every Tuesday night at 8.

Buffy taught me to be strong and to embrace who I am.

Seize the day, cause tomorrow you might be dead.

“nobody will love you until you love yourself.”

that seemed true to me for a very long time; i hated myself, and so did everyone else, i believed. i was in a black pit. even the people who called me a friend were secretly hiding hatred, i knew it. after all, inside of me was a deepening maw, a chasm no love could cross.

i ruined everything i touched. the first person who loved me was terrified of the black hiding behind my eyes. she said once it was like two spirits lived in my body: the bright she loved and a terrible powerful darkness she didn’t know the name of.

she didn’t love me, right? she was only in love with the light. i was a good trickster, a talented liar; conned people into being my friend even when i danced the edge of death.

nobody will love you.

here is a story told to me: one sad boy finds a dog on the side of the road, takes him to the vet. doesn’t have the money for it, but he helps the dog and the dog’s three legs. this kid goes into debt for a dog. because the dog needed help and there was nobody else around to offer it.

here is a story told to me: a girl in the library finds that little kids love hearing her voice tell stories. she wears long sleeves to her thursday fairytale meetings, and they call her a princess. at school she hunches her shoulders and keeps her head down. here, she sits tall and makes faces and brings the house down.

here is a story told to me: a teen is sleeping on the couch of their best friend ever since the word “trans” came up in an argument. they don’t know how to pay back the kindness so every morning they make coffee and when they finally get together five dollars in change they spend it to make a cake for the family.

nobody will love you; you’re useless like this; you’re a big aching mess. nobody ever loves a burden, nobody could love this.

here is the end of the story: they are a rage of bitter nights and ready to step over a ledge even though they fear the flying. this is when a friend comes in with nothing but a blanket, a box, and a half-eaten bag of cheetos. inside the box lies a supply of hormones. when a very small friend who just wants to make a difference shows it’s possible to have your cake and eat it too. 

here is the end of the story: the girl is devoured by thin. she lies in a hospital bed and pictures only blankness. this is when a card shows up, hand drawn with sixteen crayon signatures all saying “i love you” in terrible spelling. when a group of very small children who owe her magic give her it back.

here is the end of the story: the boy is sitting in bed weeping, hand on a razor, thinking about the ending, when a dog nuzzles open his door and starts whining. when a very small wounded dog with three legs and everything to owe and only love comes into the picture.

we find our way to love only by the paths that others have woven for us. we light a candle with another person’s gentle flame. we guide ourselves out of the holes through the ropes of other people. we learn to love ourselves because other people do.

here is the better part: the stories are of survival, and they are all true.

here is the best part: one day these stories will be about you.

A letter to my future wife


So much of my day is spent thinking about you. Thinking about us and how we got here. How did I find you? Or actually how did you find me? I used to think there were two sides to me. One good, and one bad. I spent a few years working on that bad. Replacing issues with love for myself. Getting stronger. Getting better. I did it for me but I also did it for you. I didn’t know it was going to be you. But I knew someday someone would come into my life that was worth the best version of me. So I found it. Looking back I realize so much of finding that person was thanks to you. For being my friend before being my partner. You never ran when I told you about my past. You never let anyone come between us. You believed in me. You believed in us. The combination of timing, believing and work has brought us here. Baby we are engaged…Like I’m going to marry you. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I smile because I remember it’s you laying next to me. I smile the most on the weekends. When you bring me coffee and we lay in bed with the cats. I smile and I actually take time to thank the universe. I thank it for giving me this kind of love. I was so ready for it but I didn’t think anyone would ever believe in me like you did. This kind of love we have? It’s extremely rare. Trust me, I will cherish it. I will never take us for granted. I will celebrate you every single day. Just being with you is a gift. I know life won’t always be as easy and incredible as it is right now. But I know when it does get hard? We have each other to fight whatever comes our way. I guess I wanted to write this in hopes that I could finally put my feelings into words. However, I don’t think I will ever fully be able to describe to you how happy I am. How lucky I feel. You are my favorite thing about living and I’m so excited to become Mrs. and Mrs. Norris… There is no one else I’d rather have take my last name. You, are it for me.

I love you,

Your fiance.

iloveowls155  asked:


There is a lot of evidence to support that she was bisexual, she apparently was long in a term relationship with journalist Lorena Hickok. The two shared intimate love letters, and if they were not lovers, they were at the very least, very close and intimate friends. Eleanor Roosevelt and journalist Lorena Hickok’s relationship has been documented in letters the two shared. Eleanor called Lorena Hickok “Hick.”

Hick darling,
All day I’ve thought of you & another birthday I will be with you, & yet tonite you sounded so far away & formal. Oh! I want to put my arms around you. I ache to hold you close. Your ring is a great comfort to me. I look at it and think she does love me, or I wouldn’t be wearing it.

Unfortunately, many of the letters between these two women were destroyed by family members who wished to keep their relationship a secret. Photographs were also edited to remove “Hick” from them; even Lorena Hickok herself burned some of the letters Eleanor Roosevelt sent to her.