he thinks i am the most perfect girl

Not Her [Taehyung]

Originally posted by zutterv

Genre: Angst

Part One //

Word Count: 2,555

Summary: It didn’t matter how much you tried to catch his attention because he only ever saw her.

You saw the way his eyes would follow her the minute she walked into the room. How they would trail after her figure, and how his lips would tug into a dazzling smile when she looked his way. Suddenly, it was as if she was the only person in the room- or at least that was how it was for Taehyung.

Jiyeon was someone you would kill to be. She had it all- great looks, grades and personality. She was perfect and it wasn’t hard to see why Taehyung was head over heels for her.

“Did you see the exam ranks? Jiyeon scored third in the entire school!” You gave Taehyung your most convincing smile as you tried to ignore the way your heart ached every time he mentioned another girl. Stirring your drink, you pretended to listen to Taehyung babble on about Jiyeon. “She’s so perfect. Do you think she even knows who I am?”

“Who wouldn’t know you, Tae?” you laughed. “You’re one of the most popular guys in the school.”

Taehyung grinned back at you and you knew you could never blame him for being so obsessed with Jiyeon. Despite your own feelings, you wanted to be happy for your best friend.

But you couldn’t stop the pain you felt every time he mentioned her. You wanted Taehyung to look at you the way he looked at Jiyeon. You wanted to be the one who would make Taehyung smile so bright, to be able to garner all of his attention just by stepping into the same room as him. But at the end of the day, you were not her.

“I’m going to try talking to her. I mean, we share a class together so maybe I’ll find a way to approach her?” Taehyung timidly suggested, his cheeks turning a bright pink.

Your throat went dry. “Oh, uh, good luck.”

You could feel Taehyung slipping away, but what could you do? All he cared for recently was Jiyeon. You couldn’t force him to stay with you, you couldn’t make him do anything against his will.

“Well, I’ll catch you later! I’m going to do my best.” You nodded as Taehyung headed to his next class, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

Your thoughts drifted over to what it’d be like to finally tell Taehyung about your feelings. You had spent years hiding it, never wanting to jeopardize your friendship with him. However, at the rate things were going, you’d just suffer more holding it in.

While deep in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice someone sneaking up behind you. “Boo!”

Jolting in your seat, you whipped around to come face to face with Ten. He pouted as he took the empty seat across from you that Taehyung had sat in. “How boring, you didn’t even scream.”

“Sorry that my reaction wasn’t entertaining enough,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his childish behavior. He only chuckled and gave you a shrug.

“So, what’s up with the long face? You look like you just got dumped. Did Taehyung finally grow old of you?” Ten taunted, not expecting your expression to darken. Usually you would argue back and beat him up, but today it was as if all your energy had abandoned you. “Hey, I’m sorry. What’s wrong? Did he actually leave you?”

“We’re not even dating so he can’t leave,” you huffed, turning to blankly stare at the window. Ten smiled sheepishly as he reached across the table to hold your hands.

“Tell me what happened.” And you immediately poured out all of your feelings. Ten was always there to listen to your pent up emotions towards Taehyung. Ever since Taehyung had discovered Jiyeon, you had found yourself spending more and more time with Ten due to how often Taehyung ditched you to follow Jiyeon around.

After your rant, you calmed down, feeling a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

“Sorry, I always drop so much baggage on you,” you apologized as the both of you left the cafe to head back to your place. “I’ll help you with your math homework to make it up to you.”

“Hm, buy me food also and it’ll be even,” he teased, earning a smack to the back of his head. “Ouch!”

You stuck out your tongue as you increased your pace. “Wait! Y/N!” You slowed, waiting for Ten to catch up. “I’m serious though, you should tell Taehyung about this. I mean, don’t keep your hopes up, but I think he deserves to know about this. Tell him so you can get closure.”

The thought of ever confronting Taehyung about your feelings was nerve racking. Thinking of the rejection and the awkwardness that followed killed you. But, would that be the final push you needed to move on? Taehyung was obviously infatuated with Jiyeon and you didn’t stand a chance against her. Not to mention the hints you had been dropping for so long were always unanswered. Maybe Taehyung was oblivious to your feelings, but it was time to tell him.

“I’ll think about it. I guess it’s about time, can’t spend my whole time gunning after a guy that isn’t interested, right?” you chuckled, the both of you reaching the door of your apartment.

“Exactly! And who knows? You might find that someone else has been gunning after you now that you can take your eyes off of Taehyung,” Ten smiled timidly before giving you hug and leaving.

‘I just don’t know how I’m going to tell him,’ you muttered to yourself as you slipped into your apartment. ‘Will we still be friends afterwards?’

Despite you telling Ten you would consider confronting Taehyung, it took almost a week of non-stop chatter from Taehyung about Jiyeon before you decided to do anything. At this point you weren’t sure if you were going to confess just so he’d shut up about Jiyeon for a minute or if you actually wanted to get it off your chest.

“Y/N,” Taehyung greeted in a sing-song voice, smiling so widely that the corner of his eyes wrinkled. “It’s a good thing you called me to talk, I have something to say too.”

“Mind if I go first?” You knew if you didn’t tell him immediately you’d lose your nerve and never mention it. It was now or never and the most important part was that you needed Taehyung to know that this wouldn’t change anything. Whether Taehyung accepted you or not wouldn’t change the fact that Taehyung meant more to you than a potential boyfriend.

You truly wanted him to be happy, and if that meant he was seeing someone else then so be it.

Taehyung nodded, eyebrows raising at your unusual serious tone. Although Taehyung was more eccentric than you, the both of you were more playful than serious.

Now that you had the chance to say it, everything that you rehearsed in your head slipped away. Your mind blanked as you stared helplessly at Taehyung. ‘Come on, just say it already.’

“You okay, Y/N? Are you feeling sick?” Taehyung’s concerned voice shook you out of your trance and warmed your heart. Even if you confessed, you knew nothing would change. Taehyung cared for you just as much as you cared for him.

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. Locking eyes with him, you finally told him the thing you had been hiding from him for ages, “I like you, Tae. Not just as a friend, but as something more.”

The minute those words left your mouth you felt a huge sense of relief. It was finally out there, after years of just burying it deep within you, you finally let it out.

‘Thank god I went through with this,’ you thought to yourself until you focused in on the look on Taehyung’s face. He was shocked, just like you expected, but under that was a look of confusion. His whole body had tensed up and the smile had long dropped from his face. “Tae? Are you okay?”

“I, uh, think I need to go, Y/N.” Your face darkened at his words, instantly cursing yourself for thinking you could drop this kind of emotional bomb on him without expecting some whiplash. “I forgot I actually have some, um, urgent plans.”

“Wait!” you reached out, trying to grab Taehyung’s arm but he shifted just out of your reach. Trying to keep your emotions under control, you continued on. “Just because you know of my feelings now doesn’t mean anything has to change. You’re my best friend, before anything else. I don’t really expect anything out of this.”

Despite your words, Taehyung still looked conflicted as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, something he often did when he was uncomfortable. Your heart plummeted as you realized the sudden distance between the two of you.

“Alright, I really have to go now.” He turned to go, hesitantly mumbling, “I’ll text you later,” as he rushed away from you.

‘Nice job, idiot,’ your inner-voice chided. ‘Still feeling relieved to get that off your chest?’

Swiftly turning on your heel, you fled the scene too, barely keeping the hot tears at bay.

It had been almost a week since your confession and there was still no word from Taehyung. You had messaged him since then but each message was ignored.

Letting out a long groan, you tossed your phone away from you. You had thought that you’d be able to work your way through this but Taehyung clearly didn’t share the same opinion on the situation.

“I just want my best friend back,” you whispered, heartbroken at the thought of spending your everyday life without Taehyung.

The doorbell rang, cutting through the silence like a knife. You shot right up, hope soaring at the sound. Taehyung had finally decided to contact you again.

You were up in an instant as you bolted to the door, unlocking it and swinging it wide open. Ten stared back at you, eyebrow quirked at your odd behavior and your hope smashed to the floor.

“Uh, someone looks eager to see me?” Ten murmured halfheartedly, not adding his usual sass into it as if he sensed how heartbroken you were feeling. “I brought food though for our study session.”

You gave him a weak smile, letting him in and Ten instantly made himself at home. He was always in and out of your house, using it as a safe house when his dorm mates brought over their girlfriends for the night. You never really minded but you always told him to just get a girlfriend already if he was so upset with being single.

“Nah,” he had replied, a teasing smile dancing on his lips as it gestured suggestively to his whole body. “If a hot catch like me suddenly gets tied down I’m sure the girls will cry.”

You had rolled your eyes at his overconfidence, throwing a pillow straight at his face. Ten was handsome, that you could admit, but you knew he wasn’t like that. He didn’t sleep around and play with girls feelings, he just liked to tease others.

He caught the pillow before it could hit his face, shoving it under his head as he continued to peer up at you from his spot on the couch. “I’m just kidding, I guess I’m just waiting for the right girl to come along and notice me.”

At the time you had shook your head at his unusual cheesy remark, throwing the other pillow at him but you supposed Ten’s words were what you had been secretly hoping for too. You had been hoping that Taehyung would notice your feelings and return them too, even though you knew he wouldn’t.

“Sorry, I don’t really feel like studying today. I know we agreed to do it for the first of every month but I’m just not feeling that well right now,” you mumbled, flopping back onto the couch. Ten rolled his eyes at you, lifting your legs so he could sit on the couch and then dropping your legs onto his lap.

“That’s what you’ve been saying all week. It’s time to get some fresh air,” he scolded, pinching your calf. You let out a yelp, reaching forward to smack his shoulder.

“I don’t want to,” you whined before continuing in a softer voice, “I’m not ready to bump into him.”

Ten nodded slightly, jaw locked at the mention of Taehyung. You had immediately told him of the confession and the events that had followed afterwards and Ten was not impressed by Taehyung’s actions.

“That’s it, I’m getting you out of your apartment today, even if I have to drag you out.” You shrieked as Ten suddenly hooked his arms under your legs. “You either get dressed now or I drag you by your legs out in what you’re wearing right now.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Do you really want to test that?” Ten and you engaged in an intense glaring contest before you finally threw your hands up and shoved his arms off your legs.

“Fine! I’ll get dressed,” you grumbled and Ten laughed as you continued to curse him on your way into your room.

“An amusement park?” you questioned, slightly taken aback. You couldn’t remember the last time you had visited one but Ten had decided that this was the perfect location for heartbroken souls.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you’re not excited,” Ten laughed, dragging you towards the ticket booth.

As much as you hated agreeing with Ten, he was right about the amusement park lifting your spirits. The both of you rode every ride you came across and spent who knows how much on food.

You continued looking around for the next ride when Ten suddenly exclaimed, “Let’s go on the Ferris wheel!”

You rolled your eyes at the cliche request but complied anyways. Just as the two of you entered the Ferris wheel capsule, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out you were met with one unread text.

Taehyung: Hey, sorry about my distance lately. Just sorting things out. About your feelings, I’m sorry but could we just remain as friends?

Your heart lifted at finally hearing back from Taehyung but the contents of the text stung. You had expected this much but it still hurt to hear that the feelings weren’t mutual.

Ten rambled on about some other rides that he wanted to hit before leaving and you nodded along, not quite focusing on anything after seeing that text. You turned your head to gaze out the windows, hoping the view would lift your sorrows only to see something that made your heart shatter.

A few capsules ahead of yours, almost directly across from your own capsule, you spotted a familiar tuff of light brown hair. You watched in horror as Taehyung locked lips with none other than Jiyeon.

A part of you had expected this to happen, but a feeling of betrayal and hurt still washed over you. You had always known that there was only room for Jiyeon in Taehyung’s heart. No matter how much you wanted to catch his attention, you were not her.

Even though you had told Taehyung that remaining as friends was fine by you, you wondered if it was really that easy to keep that promise.

a/n: looked through my masterlist and realized that poor taehyung doesn’t have that many scenarios or series so decided to start another. still going to update my other ones, just hoping to write more for the other members of bts and groups since i’ve been neglecting them. so pls send in any requests you have for other groups or members that i don’t have a lot of writings for! thanks~

Auston Matthews *Requested*

When you’re in relationship where one person travels you really start to cherish the small moments that you spend together. When Auston got drafted we knew what we were in for but that doesn’t make it better.

“I missed this,” Auston whispers, nuzzling his face into my hair.

“Me too,” I press my back into his chest, “We really need to do this more often.”

“It has been so hard to find time to be together,” he sighs.

I nod in agreement and glance at my phone which reads 12:51, “Auston as much as I love hanging out with you, you have practice extremely early tomorrow.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’m not tired right now, are you?”

“Honestly, I’m just enjoying this too much to be tired,” I lean up to place a kiss on his lips.

We sit for a couple minutes in a comfortable silence. Nights like these are the best, we don’t feel like we have to do anything and can just be together. Just enjoying each other’s presence is one of the best things we can have. Finding time to just relax is such a difficult task when your boyfriend is always traveling. I start to get lost in thought before a quiet voice breaks the silence.

“What has happened to us?” Auston whispers while adjusting his body to look at me.

I give a puzzled look, “What do you mean, babe?”

He slightly shrugs, “We used to have nothing to worry about, it was just the two of us against the world. No plans, we could do whatever we wanted.”

I let out a slight laugh, “Life happened. Look at you, you’re living your dream right now. I am so proud of you.”

He grins and places a kiss on the top of my head, “And I get to live it with the most perfect girl there is.”

I don’t know how he does it, but even after years of being together he can still make me blush like he had when we first met. “You’re too cheesy,” I playfully nudge him.

“I’m just being cute,” he gives me a cocky smile.

I roll my eyes, “I don’t think it is possible for you to be cute.”

His lips turn down into a pout, “You don’t think I’m cute?”

I let out a laugh, “Cute? How old are you, four?”

He shakes his head, “I actually just turned five, thank you very much.” He begins poking my sides, causing me to erupt into a fit of laughter. I swat at his hands to try to get him to stop, but no there’s no luck.

“I just really want you to know that I absolutely hate you.” I giggle, rolling away from his side. His strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me back to him. He peppers soft kisses all over my face, as if he’s trying to distract me.

“You really don’t,” he states, pulling me completely onto his lap, “you just say that because in all honesty, you can’t get enough of me.”

“No, I really do hate you,” I stare into his eyes, a smile playing on my lips.

“Hm, I really think otherwise,” a goofy grin spreads across his face.

“Do you now?” I question, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Mhm,” he mumbles against my lips. He slides his tongue across my lower lip, begging for entrance which I do not grant. He’s “cute” thinking I would just let him in like that. The kid should know by now he needs to work for what he wants. I quickly pull away from him which causes him to groan. “What the hell was that for?” he grumbles, trying to reconnect our lips. I turn my head so he kisses my cheek.

“Like I said, I don’t like you.” I give a sly smirk.

Auston scoffs, “Bullshit.” He forcefully pushes his lips onto mine. The kissing gets pretty heated before I decide it’s probably best to call it quits. “Now, I hate you.” He laughs, giving me one last peck on the lips.

“I love you,” I flash him a cheeky smile.

“Surprisingly, I love you too.” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Auston?” I question.

“Yeah?” he answers confused.

“Don’t forget about me when you’re on the road.“ I stare into his eyes.

He let’s out a laugh, "Where did this come from?”

“I don’t know. It just scares me every time you’re away that you’ll find someone better and not want to be with me anymore.” I wrap my arms around his torso.

“Trust me, I could never forget about you. I know this will sound cliché, but you’re my world and nothing can change that.” Auston squeezes his arms around me.

“You’re adorable.”

“Let’s get you to bed now, I don’t think coach will be happy with me being half dead tomorrow,” he shows me the time, 2:26.

I nod and stand up, “Sounds like a plan, Matthews.”

He silently stands up behind me and leans down to press his lips to my cheek, he lingers for a few seconds, “I’m glad we decided to stay up together, I love you.”

Gratsu high school au (request)

Pairing: Gray x Natsu
Requested by @purplex-xendra16754
Rating: T

Gray was the school’s top athlete in the swim team. He had the fastest time, won the most difficult races and was hit on by the most people. He practically was the perfect guy that all the girls fell for. But, someone else was in his mind. 

“Oi Gray, are you thinking about him again?” Elfman was curious, since he hadn’t seen his friend like this for a long time.

“Ah, is it that obvious? I don’t know what to do… He seems so difficult to approach, he’s always with a goddamn book! How am I supposed to talk to him?” The two friends were walking into the cafeteria during lunch time. Gray could see Natsu sitting a few tables away.

“Why don’t you pretend it was an accident? You could just fall on him and apologize.”

“But how am I supposed to fall?”

“Like this!” Elfman pushed Gray right onto Natsu.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, “Natsu I’m so sorry!”

“You idiot, why did you push me?” He was short-tempered, so he didn’t need much to get mad.

“My friend pushed me and I fell on you! I didn’t mean this to happen!”

“Fine.” He took his book and left the cafeteria. Gray couldn’t overlook this whole situation and the adrenaline from the embarrassment made it easier for him to follow the pink-haired guy.

They found themselves in an empty hallway. The athlete usually wasn’t so soft around people, but Natsu’s personality simply turned the world upside down for him. 

“Why did you follow me here?” Natsu leaned against the wall. 

“To be honest, I don’t know. The last thing I remember is telling Elfman that I want to meet you.”

“Is that the reason why you fell on me?” Natsu turned his head away from Gray, as an attempt to hide his blush.

“Yes, I guess it was.”

“And what are you going to do now that the truth is revealed?”

“I’m going to ask you out. It’ll be an apology for today, along with a chance to get to know you more.”

“A date? How could I say no?” Gray leaned on Natsu’s body and their lips collided.

“This is going to be interesting.” Natsu’s comment after their first kiss made Gray smirk. Then, they returned to the cafeteria as if nothing had happened, keeping this moment between them a secret only for two.


Request for: @panther-and-peacock

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 472


“Dean!” John shouted, following his son out of the room. “We’re not done with this discussion.”

“I’m not marrying her, dad!” Dean yelled back.

“It’s your duty as a prince to marry a princess.” John seethed. “Not some, who even is she anyway? A peasant girl?”

“Y/N is a princess.” Dean snapped, aggravated with his father.

“Not the princess you’re going to marry.” John retorted. “I am your king, and I am telling you that you cannot marry Y/N.”

Dean stopped walking and spun on his heels, taking long strides over to his father. “And I’m telling you that I am going to marry Y/N.”

Before John could think of something else to say, Dean walked out of the room, heading towards the stables. He mounted his favorite horse, Baby, before speeding off to your castle.

Ever since Dean met you, he knew that you were the girl for him. You weren’t afraid to be yourself, and unlike most of the princesses, you weren’t too girly. Dean always thought that you had the perfect balance between being a princess and being helpless. He loved how fiercely independent you were, and how you would always speak your mind. But most of all, he loved how much you could eat. In all of his life, Dean had never seen a girl eat as much pie as you could.

Dean leaped off his horse, handing it to a castle guard, before rushing inside to find you.

“Winchester?” You asked, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“Y/N.” Dean smiled.

“I’m glad to see that you remembered my name.” You rolled your eyes. “I only see you every day.”

Dean pulled you into his strong embrace, digging his face into the crook of your neck. You frowned. Whenever Dean pulled you into a hug like this it was because he had a fight with his father.

“What happened?” You asked in a whisper.

“John wants me to marry Francesca.” Dean spat, tensing up as he said her name. “I can’t marry someone like her.”

“Dean-” You began, but he cut you off.

He pulled back slightly, staring into your soft eyes. “I can’t marry someone like her, because I want to marry someone else.”

“Who?” You asked.

“Guess.” Dean smirked, pulling out a ring and slipping it onto your finger.

“Well, Francesca’s off the table.” You muttered sarcastically. “How many other women do you know, Winchester? Two, maybe three?”

“Oh, shut up.” Dean laughed lightly, pressing his lips to yours.

“For the record,” You pulled back. “Yes.”

“Good,” He told you. “Because I love you, Y/N. I really, truly love you.”

“I love you too, Winchester.” You smiled, looking down at your engagement ring and then back up at Dean. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

You're the One that I Want (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

Anon: maybe an imagine where the reader is insecure and it’s newt and her wedding day. But she’s like crying and freaking out so her queenie goes to find newt to reassure her that he loves her. Cause she thinks like he can do better? Super fluffy? Love your blog!

Word Count: 1 318

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but it’s finally here!


You gaze at your reflection in a full length mirror with a light pink border that was decorated with beautiful intertwining vines and leaves. But it was nothing compared to what you were wearing.
You stand in a full length silk, white wedding gown that was embedded with tiny crystal white sequins.
The dress had thin lace sleeves and a beautiful skirt that was decorated with intricate swirls and designs. It was absolutely gorgeous and you had only Tina and Queenie to thank for creating it.

You do a little, unenthusiastic twirl and sigh as the dress billows around you. No matter how amazing the dress was you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that you weren’t good enough to wear something so beautiful, the same way you thought that you didn’t deserve a guy like Newt, your fiancé.

You both loved each other dearly and the day he asked you to marry him was the happiest day of your life. You supported each other, you comforted each other, you loved each other.
But it was hard, especially with the constant women pestering Newt whenever you went out into public, women that were more attractive than you, women that had a better job, a better life.


“Please miss, I’m in a relationship!” Newt says exasperated for what seemed like the one hundredth time.

The woman flirting with him darts her eyes to you and you fight back the urge to punch her in the face.
You were out on a date with Newt at a cafe when this well dressed woman barged into your conversations, constantly ordering a refill of butterbeer for Newt and flirting with him as though you were invisible.

She ignored his statement and kissed him on the cheek. His face goes red immediately as he gently tried to push her away. That was it, you had to react.

“Leave him alone, he clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you.” you mumble, your voice trembling as you looked at her directly in the eye.

She glares back at you, her stare overpowering yours. You look away, your confidence and your voice failing you.

“Feel threatened darling?” she asks. “Are you doubting your position in this relationship? Do you think he’ll leave you for someone better?”

She laughs and you flush a dark shade of red, fighting hard to keep the tears from falling.

“That’s enough. Come on (Y/N), we’re leaving.” Newt said harshly, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from your seat.

That night, Newt held you as fell asleep, rocking you gently and reassuring you that you were the only he saw and loved. But those experiences made you feel worse and worse each time, despite everything he’d say.


You felt threatened and insecure, even though Newt would turn them down a countless number of times. He would always remind you that you were the only one for him, and you believed him but it wasn’t enough…

And here you were now, on the day of your wedding, preparing to be married to the love of your life and you just couldn’t bring yourself to walk down that aisle, where everyone would see you and judge you…you felt like breaking under the pressure.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” a very familiar voice says, breaking your train of negative thoughts.

You turn your head slightly to see Queenie standing beside you, looking worried. You didn’t even notice when she had arrived and how long she had been watching you staring at your reflection. A reflection you weren’t proud of. How was it that Newt fell in love with this?

“Honey, stop.” Queenie scolds you and you blush, turning away so that you couldn’t see her anymore, although you felt her reassuring presence. “Don’t think that way, none of that is true.”

You feel hot tears starting to stream down your face and you blink, sending them further down your cheeks. You didn’t even realize that you had started crying.

“I don’t deserve him… Why me?” you whisper.

She doesn’t reply and you look to see that she was gone, left without another word. You knew it, she probably thought that you were annoying, that you didn’t deserve someone like him and just pretended to feel sympathy for you and that-

“(Y/N)?” Newt calls, emerging from behind your dresser curtain.

“Are you alright? Queenie said that you wanted to talk before…the wedding.” he says the last part quietly, starting to smile, however it slowly fades as he sees your face.

You look at him and start to release a stronger stream of tears when you saw him. He was dressed in a beautiful black wedding suit that fit his curves perfectly. He hadn’t gelled his hair; his red-brown curls were resting on his forehead like a glowing halo, looking soft and natural. He looked dashing, ravishing, exquisite, the definition of beauty, perfection.
And then there was you, crying pathetically in your dress that you didn’t feel confident in, makeup slowly starting to run down with your never ending river of tears and your glass high heels discarded somewhere into a corner. You were a mess and felt like complete trash. Why couldn’t you be like him?

“Please, (Y/N), stop.” he says, reading your open feelings that you have expressed for too long. “You are the only one I want, the only one that I will ever love.”

He slowly approaches you and wraps you in a tight hug, lowering the both of you to the ground so he was cradling you in his arms. You desperately try to cease your flow of tears.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to…” Newt murmurs gently into your ear, sensing your fear of going out there. “I want you to feel comfortable and yes, I know that this marriage was sudden (Y/N), I really do but I knew that this was the only way that I could prove that I really wanted you, and only you.”

Your tears slowly faded and your breathing becomes normal as he continues to whisper sweet things.

“You’re beautiful, amazing, intelligent, kind, caring, I could go on. I could make a list of over a million things that I love about you, no, the number is infinite.”

“I love you.” you say, gently pressing your lips to his and he deepens the kiss, tasting tears. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been showing it for the past few days.”

“It’s alright, you were just stressed. But do you believe me now when I tell you that you’re the one that I want?” he asks, his eyes hopeful.

You nod.

“I trust you, just not everyone else in the world. Some people just have so many nasty things to say and I just can’t bear the thought of going out there for all to see.” you murmur, hugging him closer.

It was true, there were thousands of people waiting outside for the reception to start, family, friends but also random strangers and publicists. Newspaper and journal writer and photographers, all eagerly waiting to see who the infamous Newt Scamander would make his wife.
It didn’t originally plan to be like this, it was supposed to be small and private. But when word caught, it was hard to turn back.

“See what? The most beautiful creature to ever walk this planet? The one who I am thrilled to declare as my wife? Let them see and let them know that you’re mine.”

You take a deep breath and nod.

“Okay, lets do this. But first let me fix my makeup. Do you think I can Reparo my face?” you joke and he smiles.

“That’s my girl. And no, please don’t try, you don’t need to fix your face, you’re perfect just the way your are.”

You made a mental note to thank Queenie after the wedding.

Reasons Luke is the Greatest To and For the Gilmore Girls

So I know there are some gifsets with the great things Luke has done for the girls, but I decided to make a (fairly) comprehensive list. 

  1. 1x05 - Brings food to Cinnamon’s Wake. Luke think stuff like that is stupid and yet there he was, bags of food in hand for Babette, Morey, and the mourners.
  2. 1x06 - Bakes Rory a coffee cake and blows up balloons for her birthday + brings ice to the party. Luke hates social gatherings and birthdays but goes out of his way to make Rory’s day special.
  3. 1x08 - Brings the reenactors hot drinks even though he has vocally disapproved of the reenactment. Not only that but he proceeds to take their orders and bring them special sustenance.
  4. 1x10 - Makes Lorelai a Santa Burger because she is upset then takes her to be with her fam and stays with her + take Rory home even though he hates hospitals.
  5. 1x17 - Bans Dean from the diner after he dumps Rory. I mean yeah a grown man shouldn’t fight a teenager but it’s kinda sweet.
  6. 2x03 - Builds Lorelai a chuppah even though she is getting married to Max.
  7. 2x11 - Offers to fix the termite damage at Lorelai’s + front her the money. She declines but he tries really hard to get her to accept.
  8. 2x13 - Buys Lorelai’s basket for $52.50 at the town auction to save her from the eliglble bachelors + brings food from the diner since her basket is lame as hell.
  9. 2x17 - Okay so technically Luke isn’t doing anything but it’s because of the great things he’s done that Lorelai and Rory pitch in and help him out to the Nth degree when his uncle Louie dies. Lorelai gets the reenactors to come to the funeral after they initially refused + she gives him a pep talk at the funeral to assure him he is not Louie (why are they not dating).
  10. 2x20 - Gives Rory coffee and donuts even though he is fighting with Lorelai.
  11. 3x17 - Lets Lorelai crash with him after the inn catches fire and she is temporarily homeless + lets her take the bed not the couch. Also need to mention the Proud papa moment he has when Lorelai says Rory got into all 3 Ivy Leagues she applied to.
  12. 4x01 + 4x02 - Helps Lorelai move Rory into Yale + lets her borrow his truck even though he “needs” it.
  13. 4x13 - Comes to fix Lorelai’s broken window + gives her special earrings. Also, another non-Luke moment, but the way Lorelai comforts him and calls out Jess when Luke is drunk and upset about Jess being a jackass is super great.
  14. 4x14 + 4x15 - Comforts Lorelai when she has a breakdown before the dinner wherre she was gonna ask for 30k + gives her the 30k.
  15. 5x02 - Gives Lorelai a necklace that matches her earrings. “A perfect match.”
  16. 5x03 - He kept the horoscope + takes Lorelai to Sniffy’s - a truly great L/L episode
  17. 5x04 - Allows Jackson’s campaign committee to gather at the diner despite originally saying “you cannot gather here.”
  18. 5x11 - Builds Lorelai an ice rink after she has a crappy day (even though she lied to him about being with Christopher)
  19. 5x18 - Volunteers to help with the Twickham house because he wants to buy it for him and Lorelai and their future children.
  20. 5x21 - Makes a big deal about the inn being on the cover + is great at the party where they celebrate the inn + competes with Kirk for the Twickham house
  21. 5x22 - Makes a plan to keep Rory at Yale + is ready to help Lorelai in any way to help with that situation
  22. 6x07 - Comforts Lorelai when she is mourning Rory’s 21st birthday + gives Rory his mother’s pearls
  23. 6x08 - Sponsor’s a girl’s soccer team and makes a big deal out of their attire + comforts Lorelai when Paul Anka gets sick
  24. 7x13 - Rushes to Lorelai’s aid when he finds out Richard had a heart attack + does a million things to make it easier for her and her family.
  25. 7x19 - Goes with Lorelai to pick out a new car then gets her a good deal on a Jeep just like her old one
  26. 7x22 - Plans Rory’s going away party then stays up all night sewing tarps etc. so that the party can still happen since it is supposed to rain + opens up extra early to make the girls breakfast before Rory leaves for her job.

Honorable Mention/Generally Sweet Moments:

1x12 - Lifts Lorelai’s spirits after the disastrous date with Rune

1x14 - Sweetness ensues when they are planning how to paint the diner + also comes over to help Lorelai find stella even though it initially was because he thought it was a booty call… :)

1x16 - Doesn’t press Lorelai about climbing out the window at FND. 

1x20 - Not technically a Luke moment, but Lorelai shops for Luke and gets him great stuff in addition to getting rachel a present

2x07 - Fixes the runway for the Chilton Booster’s fashion show

2x08 - Gives Lorelai a pep talk about opening her own inn.

2x09 - “At least I think I have -” “You do.”

2x10 - The sleigh ride during the Bracebridge Dinner

2x12 - Goes to Doose’s to get Lorelai a grapefruit to get Lorelai’s father off her back.

3x01 - Forgives Lorelai + listens to her lament about Christopher and gives her a donut and coffee to console her and tells her that he knows that she is going to get the whole package someday.

3x07 - Gives the Gilmore Girls secret super strong coffee + fixes Lorelai’s heel when it breaks. Also the “if you find the right person” kids conversation is truly A+

3x12 - Teaches Lorelai to fish for her date with her boyfriend uh *looks at smudged writing on hand* Alan

3x22 - Goes to Rory’s graduation and cries.

4x05 - Goes to movie night at Lorelai’s + gives Rory good advice for her awkward AF date.

4x11 - Shovels Lorelai’s walk + helps her break the bells even though they were kind of fighting

4x20 - Pep talk about the inn + gives her coffee at 5 AM.
4x21 - Takes Lorelai on the sweetest date of all time

4x22 - Brings Lorelai flowers at the inn’s opening and duh the best first kiss ever.

5x01 - “Dear God yes.” Very nice phone call.

6x01 - “Kids would be good.”

6x03 - Is v understanding about Lorelai not setting a date for the wedding + takes off his watch to check on Paul Anka and rushes him to the vet when he discovers the dog has eaten chocolate

7x12 - Again, not a Luke moment per se but Lorelai’s character reference is A+++

7x18 - Hay Bale Maze conversation is v nice

7x21 - Gets Rory a graduation present and gives Lorelai a gift as well (even though he doesn’t give it to her)

This is just the big and super sweet moments. Then there’s the times when he is great to Liz and Jess and really just the townspeople (mostly Kirk) in general. 

Is Luke perfect? No - he totally has flaws. However, I am 100% sure he is still one of the greatest human beings on the planet and he is most definitely in my Top 5 of problematic faves. 

CalFreezy: It Doesn't Matter

Requested by Anon: ‘a Calfreezy imagine and y/n was getting hate and got called fat, I like the idea of him dating a Cuvier girl and like maybe he loves to go on about how much he loves your curves and grabbing your ass/thighs whatever and maybe one day you get hate and he just loses his shit’

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any

A/N: I’ve decided that I am going to write sidemen of The Sidemen imagines as well! Thank you guys for liking/reblogging my imagines I write, it means a lot to me :3 Enjoy x

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You Found Me - Draco Malfoy Imagine

A/N: Hello, dearies! I’ve got yet another request for you! :D 

caution-fangirl-ahead said:Can you do a Draco one where it’s after the Battle of Hogwarts and Draco is panicking because he can’t find you, a muggle-born Hufflepuff, and is scared you might be dead? If not, thats fine… Thanks love:) 

so, here it is :D hope you guys like it! :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :)

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You Found Me

Draco could still feel the ringing in his ears. It was over. The battle was over. He looked around to see the chaos he had helped created. He didn’t want to, but he had no choice. But now, he was free. He was free to finally be himself and get away from all that darkness. He was free to be with her. Oh, Merlin! (Y/N)! He hadn’t seen her since the battle started. What if she was hurt? Or worse, dead? He had heard his aunt and a bunch of other Death Eaters bragging about killing so many mudbloods.

“Draco, let’s go” he heard his mother say. Of course. Now that the Dark Lord was defeated, they were going to leave and pretend as if none of this happened. But he was done.

“Draco” his father said in a more stern voice.

“N-no” he said looking back at them.

“Draco, love, we have to go” his mother begged.

“No! I can’t leave! I’m done with all this! He’s gone! And I…” he said as if realizing it for the first time. “I need to look for her” he said to no one in particular before he stormed off over to the castle before either of his parents could stop him.

He had to find her. He needed to find her. “Draco?”

“Gran- uh H-Hermione?” he said a bit awkward earning a glare from Ron. “W-Weasley” he said.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ronald!” Hermione scowled him. She knew about the relationship between the Slytherin boy and their Hufflepuff friend.

“Have you guys seen (Y/N)?” he said shaking. The couple turned to look at each other awkwardly before looking back at him. “What?”

“No one has seen her, Draco” Hermione said sadly.

“What? N-no! She has to be here somewhere!” he said getting upset. “I have to find her!” he said running over to the Great Hall.

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i. i think i’ve kissed too many people, but also not enough;
ii. whatever i’m searching for i still haven’t found.
iii. have you ever danced a bottle of wine out of your bloodstream?
iv. i might have… but see, i don’t remember.
v. i stopped watching movies, turns out i can’t handle seeing my fears on screen.
vi. i stopped kissing a boy, turns out i can't handle hearing my fears spoken to me.
vii. have you ever danced a lifetime of love out of your mind?
viii. i haven’t.
ix. there is a tree on top of a hill in a park on the edge of the city that never sleeps. i fell asleep there once. i woke up in another life.
x. this life of mine, sometimes it feels like a lie.
xi. sometimes the realest thing about me is the tear-tracks on my cheeks.
xii. i told a boy i was nothing but trouble and he believed it. i thought he liked trouble. turns out he didn’t.
xiii. i burned too many bridges. do you think they can rise up from the ash like a phoenix?
xiv. for a heart to heal it would have to stand still.
xv. i am my own woman, but i am also their daughter, and his girl. i can be all.
xvi. i can’t be everything. i am too real to live up to fantasies.
xvii. my skin is imperfect, but i’ve stopped punishing it for it.
xviii. my laughter is the most perfect thing about me. one day i will laugh myself to sleep.
xix. i was once broken - i healed. i was once lost - i am still looking for pieces. compromise should not feel like death of your self.
xx. i swear to god i am getting frown lines. i need smile-lines to match.
xxi. i think that maybe i’ll never grow up beyond sylvia plath. i think that maybe i will forever be fighting my way from under the bell jar.
xxii. sometimes i hug myself and it feels like love - the way my own arms engulf my shoulders.
xxiii. i find joy in my survival. i think that maybe that’s what life is about.
—  marina v., i wrote myself a birthday poem.

Dear Future Husband,

At this point in my life I have no idea who you are or where you are or what you’re doing at this moment. Perhaps you’re wondering what it would be like to meet me, the one you will eventually marry or perhaps you’re out on a date with someone. Perhaps you’re sitting at home, watching TV or reading or doing what ever it is that you do.

I don’t even know why I am writing to you; writing to a man who I’ve probably never met it seems silly yet at the same time there isn’t anything I’d rather be doing right now than this. I don’t even know who you are but I want you to know that I pray for you. Every single day, I pray for you that where ever you are that you are happy and that God protects you.

I want you to know that marriage is not something I take lightly. Its not something I will easily rush into. If that were the case I would have been married a long time ago. If I were to be completely honest with you I would have to tell you that I’ve been proposed to by every man I’ve ever dated which is not exactly extensive considering I’ve only had two relationships. I guess I chose to turn them down simply because I was waiting for YOU.

I can honestly tell you that if I chose to marry you it’s because I trust you completely. I trust you with all my heart and soul and you are the one I wish to spend my life with. For me, marriage is final. It’s lasting and I hope to be married to you for as long as we both shall live and even after that. When I love, I love fiercely and I love with everything that I have in me. I love unconditionally.

I believe one of the main reasons I am writing this letter to you tonight, who ever you are, is because I never knew what I wanted in a mate. In the past, I was just content with having things in common with someone but this has changed. First let me tell you, I have no lists for the perfect mate. I think lists are silly and unrealistic. I do not have a list of characteristics you must possess to win my heart.

I know, winning my heart is not easy. I am not a girl who gives her heart away easily. Someone once explained it to me. He said I was the most difficult woman to make interested in you. He said it took him two years to work on that before I took notice of him. It’s not that I intentionally ignore anyone or think I am too good for anyone its more that I am cautious with my heart and whom I choose to give it to.

That being said, my deepest desire is to marry a modern day King Solomon. I do not mean wealth wise, I couldn’t care less for wealth. It matters not to me whether you make $5 or $5000 and that’s a promise. Obviously not a man with 700 wives either. When I saw I desire a modern day King Solomon I simply mean that I desire a man who is wise but the logophile in me would not object to someone who knows his way with words. For example, I was stunned when I read the Song Of Solomon, he is smooth with words and I will not object to someone with similar traits.

Above all else though, I ask that you are honest with me. I value honesty. I am not the perfect woman but I will strive to be a Proverbs 31 Woman just for you. I can promise you that no matter how difficult things get, I will NEVER walk away from you. I will NEVER break my sacred vows to you. Marriage is something I told in high regard.

I guess there are some things you need to know about me. Small things yet things that are important if you wish to hold my heart in your hands. I am a quiet person; I rarely speak to anyone not because I am ‘stuck up’ but because this is genuinely how I am. Even strangers seem to accept my smile as a “hello” rather than me giving a verbal greeting.

I am way too shy for my own good but as long as I am comfortable with you I will crawl out of my shell. I am a simple girl, I hate drama, I hate fights. I believe if we disagree on something we can simply discuss it and that’s the end of that. If I am unhappy with something I will be honest with you, I will not hide it or play games.

As of yet, at age 22 I have not been on my first date but my idea of a date is simple. I am a simple girl. I do not desire extravagant dates or gifts, to be honest with you I’d be perfectly content going for a walk in the part, sitting on the park benches talking or simply meeting at a coffee shop. Anywhere where we can just talk and get to know each other is fine with me.

I’m a laid back person. I rarely get angry and even when I do get angry I won’t have a fit rather I simply tell the person I am upset with that I am angry and that’s that. I’m not the type of person to yell or hold grudges. I forgive quickly and easily. I am the most patient person I know and this I believe is my greatest strength.

Winning my heart is simple: Just listen. That’s it. Listen to what I say as I would always listen to you. I appreciate undivided attention as I would most definitely give to you as well. I trust easily, but when my trust is broken it can almost never be restored. Please, do not break my trust. Do not lie to me, I appreciate honesty no matter how hard it may be for me to accept.

I am someone who enjoys her alone time. Sure, I would enjoy spending time with you and doing things we both enjoy together but sometimes I just like being alone, doing my own thing and being my own person I believe this is healthy and I also believe that you are also entitled to your alone time. I promise to always be supportive of your dreams and to never make you choose between a dream of yours and me.

I do not wish to be number one in your life. Rather I ask that I am number two. God should be number one in your life and I hope that you accept that he is also number one in my life. It is my deepest desire to marry not just a Christian man but rather a man of God. I desire someone who will fight the good fight every day of his life rather than someone who will just talk the talk. I desire someone who can walk the walk.

I’ve had my share of heartache and sorrow so I ask that you are patient with me. My heart is already so broken I need you to be patient with me and show me that I can trust you with my heart. I have a tendency to push people away if I start loving them or to hide the way I feel about them. I hope you will be able to understand this.

I must also admit that I am clueless. I can never tell if someone is interested in me or not. If at first you think I am ignoring you, I assure you that I am not. I’ve always been clueless on issues like this unless someone directly said something to me and honestly, I would be happy if you were direct with me. I would be happy if you told me how you felt because at this point I am too scared to make the first move because of my past.

I know marriage is not easy but I promise to always love you and support you no matter what. I promise to try to be the person you need and above all else I promise to love and to honor you as long as we both shall live and perhaps even after that. As long as you’re in I’m in. I will always remain faithful to you and I will always work to make you the happiest man alive. I am not a woman who will ridicule your weaknesses rather I am the woman who will be supportive of you no matter what and that’s a promise.


2:09 am


~Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #26

Hit (Calum Hood pt.4)

Originally posted by hertorturedsmile

Part One

Part Two

Part Three


What, I posting two days in a row!? Yeah, I know. I’m amazing. And part one to this series hit 100 notes/likes! yay!  And I’d like to clarify that anything that’s in italics is Y/N, no matter what. Regular text is either calum or beth, but it’s most likely going to be calum. I’d tell you who it is anyways so. Anyways…


“Hey, it’s Calum calling. Again. But I just wanted to tell you that. <sigh> I love you Y/N. What I did to you was a stupid mistake. I took your beautiful soul for granted, and I didn’t realize how much I need you until you left. Beth’s not pregnant. She lied so I could stay with her. She claimed that I was the only thing left. But who’s there for you? I guess she knows how you feel now. I kind of do too now. I don’t have anyone to turn to because this is all my fault. God, I love you so much it fucking hurts. The other day I almost downed a bottle of pills because you’re not here. I miss you. I want to hold you. Last month I was looking at wedding rings. I was going to propose to you the night Beth and I “started”. I was drinking, and she was lonely. And she convinced me in my drunken state to sleep with her. That, I blame her for taking advantage of me. But everything after that is purely my fault. The ring is still in my jacket pocket. It’s absolutely beautiful. Like you. That’s why I got it. I know I’ll never be the one saying ‘I do’ to you because you hate me. You’ll never let me back in. And even if you do, I know you’d never want to marry a low like scum bag like me. I just can’t see why I hurt you so much. This is the last you’ll here of me. I know you don’t want to hear my annoying voice again. But if you need to talk to me or to someone in general, I’m always open. I’ll let you come to me on your own terms instead of me coming back to you unwanted. I love you.”

I listen as I best I could to the voice mail, tears streaming down my face. I love him still. I wan to get with him again. But who will ever love an ugly girl like me? Beth is so pretty, smart, she’s perfect. And then here I am. I know Calum means every word he says about me. He loves me and thinks I’m the most beautiful girl ever. But my heart doesn’t let me feel it. I know he mean it, but it doesn’t feel like he does. I listen carefully and try to hear the message, but it’s to heard to hear over the train heading full speed right at me.


Dan Howell fluff 

Dan shut the door behind after both of you just attended a friend’s birthday party. “Did you see Zoe almost fall over the cake?” both of you chuckled remembering the embarrassing things that happened earlier. “And Caspar eating almost the whole pizza servings.”

Both of you headed upstairs to Dan’s room as he suggested. You plopped down on his bed first as he followed laying down beside you, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He told looking down at you as it made you smile. "I’m way too lucky to have you.”

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I was at LAX the first time it happened

no way of knowing I would step into a trap and

I was already worried, headed back to Boston

for a family reunion for their long-lost son

and this is more payback than my parents can afford

a child they didn’t ask for but they got who they deserved

to them perfection is the only respect worth earning

so I spent another night tossing and turning

over the wrongs and the rights

cause when my family fights

it’s with a double-edged sword

Like Howard Hughes, I’m a nervous flier

counting tiles and tracing the miles

of trials I’ve been through. Objection, your honor

this is a case of mistaken identity crisis

and I know what the price is

of changing a life so you can live free

so I hand over my ticket and can’t help but freeze

when he looks up and says “ID, please.”

I register surprise in the TSA agent’s eyes

as he contemplates what must be between these thighs

I brace myself for questions but instead, he just sighs:

“the line’s over there, ma'am.” Damn.

Singled out again for my gender

a victim of a misguided agenda.

And the shrinks all think they can take that broken girl and mend her

and why change when “you have such a pretty face”?

I’ve been running from it a long time, but you can’t win the human race

and if things stay the same we’ll be safer in the long run

But what are we really protecting ourselves from?

I confess my darkest of secrets to strangers

stranger than fiction, I’m not your fetish or addiction

not a mental affliction, just a matter of diction

to change pronouns and even towns

to avoid the stares and judgmental frowns

Burned my old pictures because I can’t even face her

and yes, I’m straight now, and please—no chasers.

The girls may sneer and laugh at my lower half

because that’s not what it looks like in photographs

of me. So what if I put the Grand Canyon

where Big Ben should be?

My parents asked were they to blame

because I changed my name

trying to avoid the public shame

of changing lanes at such a young age?

Could I just be faking a mixed-up brain?

But when it comes to playing games

“Sorry” is the only one I know

I’ve got a monopoly on apology

hands over my chest tired of playing chess

try my best but I’m a mess of breath.

whisper it fast let it pass and the crash

of blood in my ears. Please, may I be dismissed?

because I feel like I don’t deserve to exist.

And if I believed in a God, I know He would hate me

If you took the scripture and stripped her you’d get the wrong picture

and if I choose my body then I play God

but is it wrong to feel flawed

because I’m not made in man’s image?

I still can’t tell what the greater sin is.

Christianity is the religion of love

and I’ve offered up my body and blood

but most people still think Jesus is the only son.

But I am not the perfect martyr. For starters:

I beat the odds because I lived to 21

regained nerve endings after a life of feeling numb

and I have it easier than my trans sisters

because “girls just want to have fun”

only applies when you’re an equal in everyone’s eyes

and using the restroom isn’t a game of roulette

where people don’t care if you live or die.

My mother is the kind that still believes in a heaven and hell

Every conversation converted to a stammer

To busy minding my manners to bother correcting her grammar

“these transgenders, they always have a tell.”

Tell you what:

Call me Shakira because these hips don’t fucking lie

they’re a size too wide to match who I am inside

The eyeliner and blood and fingernails, I tried

and you can disown and repress and deny

but my mom wouldn’t even hold a funeral

for the child she said had died.

I take a step forward in the airport security line

I let them look inside the body that doesn’t feel like mine

My x-ray shows bones crushed under the weight of years wasted

Those chromosomes that God just cut and pasted

even my skeleton geometry can give me away

but you must get tired of looking through people all day

Because my body is a dangerous body

a series of explosions, molecules collide

I am Frankenstein, Jekyll and Hyde

and seek redemption at the mention

that it’s a cry for attention

because there’s a difference between ignorance and intention

when you call me “Cousin It”

But if changing my gender makes me a liar

then stop drop and roll call I’m on fire

I’m the smartest person I’ve ever met

but I was tired of getting an “F” in sex

I am TSA: transgender, sorry asshole.

I know you get off on treating me like a freak

Just because that badge you wear doesn’t come with a piece

and I’m the meanest thing to walk your streets

nobody asked you to be the gender police

Men are not born: they are created

so take all of that hatred and save it

until you walk the miles on my pavement

I’ve been torn in two, not broken but bent

to reconstruct blood and tissue and bone

so that someday, someday my body will feel like being home.


Can you write one where they’re actually in middle school and they’re at a football game and the boy’s with his friends and the girls with her friends and both groups are teasing them bc of their crush and eventually the boy comes up to the girl and kisses her on the cheek😍😍 oh and btw if you can make the girl hyper bc skittles

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AN: I hope you like this one, I think it’s cute. Please keep inboxing me ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING!


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School Football Games are literally the most tedious things on the planet. There is one reason and one reason only that I’m going. Y/C/N. I know, it’s stupid and it sounds cliche, but I can’t help it. He’s perfect, amazing. He’s not in the team, but he always comes to support the jocks that are, isn’t that just so sweet?

I am currently sitting at our usual lunch spot with my two best friends, Cindy and Marie. I’m eating some skittles; a nervous habit of mine, when Y/C/N and his ‘popular’ friends come over. “So, you ladies coming to the footy game tonight?”

Cindy and Marie nod. The boys smirk. “Alright, see you there girls.”

My friends giggle and Y/C/N looks over at me, as his friends walk off, not moving. “Y/C/N you coming, mate?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec.”

His eyes don’t move from me, it’s like they’re locked. “Umm, Y-Y/N,” he begins, I nod. “Are you coming tonight?”

I nod. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He smiles adorably. “Okay, I’ll see you there.”

I nod. He smiles again and waves, catching up with his friends.

“Oooh, Y/N’s got a loverboy!” Cindy begins.

Marie laughs. “That’s never happened before!”

“Oh shut up,”  I begin, even though it’s true. I’ve never had a boyfriend, I guess I’ve been too caught up admiring Y/C/N from afar that I hadn’t taken much notice of other guys, but I guess that all paid off if he feels the same. I really hope he does. I guess I’ll just have to see at the football game tonight.

*The Football Game*

As the game progresses, I note where Y/C/N and his friends are, and where we are. We’re only a bleacher away. Luckily for me, we’re just far enoough that we can’t hear what they’re saying and they can’t hear us. I can’t help but admire Y/C/N from afar. The way he stands kind of awkwardly because he’s taller than his friends, the way he bites his lip when he’s concentrating, the way his shirt falls, just enough to show off his muscled back and arms.

“Haha, look Cindy, Y/N’s staring lovingly at her boyfriend.” Marie begins, jokingly. It’s a fun game we play with each other. We’re so close that teasing like this is common, almost as common as general dialogue.

“Aww that’s adorable.” Cindy adds, “You should so talk to him Y/N.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I reply, “I wish. Besides, he’s talking to his friends.”

But as I look over, I see him blushing and walking towards me. “H-Hi Y/N.”

*A Few Minutes Earlier*

Y/C/N’s POV:

I look over at where Y/N is standing with her friends, they seem to be talking and having a great time. She’s so perfect, with her long Y/H/C hair, her beautiful Y/E/C eyes. I notice the crinkles by her eyes when she smiles, the way she laughs, her adorable giggle and the dimple that is ever-present on her right cheek. I wish she liked me. I wish I had a chance.

“Y/C/N, Y/C/N!” I hear Phil call, as he waves a hand in front of my face to get my attention. “Geez mate, snap out of it. What’s got you all tongue-tied?”

“It’s a girl.” Matt adds, “Must be. We all know how girl-crazy Y/C/N gets.”

“Shut up.” I retort. “You guys are ridiculous. Besides, I don’t even have a chance with her.”

“So it is a girl.” Phil teases, “Now you gotta tell us who.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Is it Y/N?” Phil asks, a smirk on his face and eyebrows raised?

I nod. “But see what I mean? No chance.”

“I don’t know man, you gotta give it a try.” Matt adds, “This could be a two-way feeling.”

I nod. “You guys know me though, even if I could ask her out, I’m way too shy, especially around her. And then I get this stupid stutter because she’s literally the definition of perfect.”

“You need to go ask her out. Right now.” Phil replies. “We’re here for you if it goes wrong. Which I can guarantee you it wont.”

“Okay.” I begin, the butterflies already starting. “Thanks.”

I turn around and Phil pats me on the back before I make my way over to Y/N nervous as hell. “H-Hi Y/N.”

“Oh, hey Y/C/N.” she replies, smiling at me. I notice a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Can I maybe possibly talk to you privately?”

“Yeah, sure?” she asks, smiling but with an unsure look on her face. I grab her hand and ignore the sparks I feel while walking her over behind the bleachers.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asks, smiling big.



“Yeah, us.” I reply. “Look, Y/N, I’ve liked you for a really long time now. I know you probably don’t feel the same way but please, just let me get this out. You’re one of those girls that doesn’t think she’s beautiful, and doesn’t listen when other’s tell her. But to me, you’re my whole world. You’re my first thought when I wake up, and my last though when I go to sleep. You’re my everything. If I had a dollar for every time I thought of you, I’d only have one, because you’ve never left my mind. I know it will never happen between us and we’ll probably be all awkward now but I- I think I’m in love with you.”

“Y/C/N I-” she begins, “I never thought I’d hear you say that. I’ve liked you ever since I can remember. You were everything to me. I always thought us being together was out of reach. Impossible. But I craved, hoped and prayed for it every single day. Y/C/N I love you too, and I’d love more than anything for us to be together.”

My mouth drops. The most perfect, beautiful girl on the planet wants to be my girlfriend. “Y/N, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

She nods, a single tear dropping down her cheek. I tuck a single strand of hair behind her ear, look deep into her eyes, and use my thumb to wipe away what I can only assume is a happy tear. “I’ve been waiting to do this.”

“Then do it.” she replies smiling,

I nod, cupping her face and kissing her ever so tenderly. Pouring all my love and emotion into the kiss. This, by far, is the best day of my life.

Preference 3: Someone from his family doesn't like you Pt. 2

Author’s Note: Hi lovelies! I just wanted to thank you for enjoying this preference, it truly means the world to me. Thank you for all the countless messages to continue on with this piece. Sorry it took so long to update! Sadly this is the finale to this pref, I hope it doesn’t disappoint!

Part 1: http://ashisbaeee.tumblr.com/post/109169307161/preference-3-someone-from-his-family-doesnt-like


“Stop! Lauren say one more word and you’re grounded” scolded Ann.

At this point, tears were threatening to fall and you ascended back to the bathroom and tried to hide any evidence of tears and the fact you overheard the conversation. After a few minutes, you took a deep breath and you decided it was time to rejoin the Irwin family. You descended down the stairs and met up with them in the living room. You rejoined the Irwin clan and sat next to Ashton. Ann picked up where you left off and continued to have a conversation with you, trying to get to know the girl who stole her son’s heart. Although you were immensely hurt by what Lauren had said, you wanted to enjoy what little time you had left with them. You started feeling a little better as you were laughing at all the embarrassing stories of younger Ash and the fun memories of his childhood all the way up to being with the band. Harry had taken a slight liking to you, while on the other hand, Lauren’s attitude hadn’t changed, she still was against giving you the time of day to get to know you and it was starting to bother you. It also seemed that Ann was just trying to be nice to you, she probably was thinking the same thing Laur was about you not being up to his standards and if you truly were in this relationship for all the right reasons. Ashton’s family meant everything to him. He always took into consideration his family’s opinion. And you knew that he was taking the whole visit and how his family had reacted to you to decide if he will in fact stay with you or break up with you. You knew what his decision was. He was going to break up with you. As much as you wanted to impress his family and show them that you did in fact cared for Ashton, they were a tough crowd to please. They were with him through all the drama with girls and stood by him and helped him back on his feet after failed relationships. They were tired of seeing him so heartbroken so they all stepped in. It was now 10 PM and you were beat. Ann offered you to spend the night at the house which you had politely declined. You wanted to go to your hotel and take a nice shower and call it a day, scratch that, you desperately wanted this trip to end. As just the thought of you leaving your boyfriend Ash angered and hurt you, you knew what had to happen. His family wasn’t pleased of the girl Ashton brought home and probably persuaded him in leaving you as you weren’t ‘the perfect girl’ they had imagined. Ashton offered to take you to the hotel, but you told him a cab was on its way. He gave you a confused look. Why were you acting like this? He brushed it off as you were just exhausted of the day’s events. When your cab pulled up, Ashton got up and walked you there. He handed your bag to the cab driver who then placed it in the trunk. He took you wrist and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy you finally got to meet my family” he beamed.

This was it; it’s all over.

“Ashton, why are you really with me? Look, I know I don’t deserve you, you’re way too good for a girl like me. I overheard your family when I was in the bathroom. They don’t seem to like me, and don’t you dare try and lie to me. I heard everything. Your mom and Harry were just trying to be nice as I was a guest at your home but I know they don’t like me. I mean who would?” Tears were now falling nonstop. “I think it’s best that we end it now as it’s still early in our relationship before any real feelings develop. I know how much your family means to you and since they don’t approve of me and our relationship, this is my cue to go. Goodbye Ashton. I truly wish you the best in all you do. I know you’ll do amazing things with the band. I know your perfect girl is out there for you and I truly wish she treats you well, you deserve it. You deserve the world and I want to apologize to you for wasting 8 months of your time. I have to go now. I guess I’ll see you at the top, yeah?” Your makeup had been long smeared and messed up but you could care less now and your eyes were bloodshot and swollen. You entered the cab. As you started to go, you took one final look back and saw Ashton fall on his knees with his head in his hands.

“This is for the best” you whispered to yourself.


After they came back with the snacks, you all sat and devoured what they bought. They had an order of fries, a slice of pizza for you four and drinks. Your appetite was long gone by now. You wanted nothing more for this date to end. This was your worst nightmare. You hardly touched your pizza. You were trying to engage in conversation with Jack but what he had said behind your back was all that was playing in your mind. Celeste was truly a great girl, she engaged in conversation with you talking about anything and everything. It was because she saw you were a little down that she got to know you on a deeper level, as did you. This was your first and last time with her. What bothered you the most was the fact that Luke didn’t even try and defend you or your relationship. He kept quiet at the comment of you being less than Aleisha and how you’ll never amount to her. You knew he was going to leave you so why not beat him to it and be the one to end the relationship, I mean he’s not happy so why drag this further than it needs to be?

As the date ended, you arrived back at the Hemmings’ home. You all got down and you were greeted by a warm hug from Liz.

“ Oh sweetheart, it’s nice to see you again! Come on in! Make yourself at home. Ben just came from work and he’s been dying to meet you!” She smiles at you.

“Ben!!! She’s here!” Liz states excitedly.

He descended downstairs to the family room and greeted you.

“Hi, Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you. Has Luke been treating you well? Or do I have to beat him up?” he asks.

“You are staying for dinner right?” Inquired Liz and Andy.

“Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings, but I am going to decline. I apologize. I should get going now.”

This immediately caught Luke’s attention. You have never seen someone whip their head so fast. You could’ve sworn you heard his neck pop or something.

Worry was sported on his face. He quickly rushed to your side and dragged you upstairs into his room.

“Babe, hey what’s wrong? I thought you were going to have dinner with all of us?”

Tears were now cascading down your cheeks, “no, Luke, I won’t be joining you guys. Look, I know Jack doesn’t like me but he didn’t have to say all those things especially when we were out bowling. Someone could’ve heard whether it was a worker, Celeste, or a fan. I heard all he said and he’s right. I am not special, you have all these utterly beautiful girls throwing themselves at you and you’re stuck seen with me. But you know what hurt the most? The fact that he insulted me but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t even defend me. So I’ll do us both a favor and leave. You don’t have to be ashamed being seen with someone like me. You were obviously thinking of Aleisha which was why you didn’t defend us, but it’s okay, I know you still love and care for her. Go get her. You deserve nothing else than her; you were insanely perfect with her. Bye Luke. Take Care.” and with that, you left the Hemmings’ family.

Luke chased after you and yelled for you to stop. He even asked his parents to tell you to stop. They couldn’t do that though. They heard the conversation and were beyond disappointed and embarrassed for their sons actions. They were in disbelief to hear that Jack had treated you the way he did and what he thought about you. They were more so disappointed at Luke for even considering leaving you and thinking of Aleisha although they knew they were both over, it was just puppy love while yours seemed real and very serious. For all to have it end like this aggravated them. Andy and Liz held Luke back, despite his protests and sent him back up his room.

You muttered your apology for them having to see this and they apologized for all Jack and Luke did. And with that, you got in a cab and made your way to the airport.


Calum did notice you left and was constantly texting you and calling you. You declined every call and let it go to voicemail. He sent you a million texts but you didn’t read them. He was worried about your safety and wanted to know your whereabouts as you left without saying goodbye. Countless thoughts ran through his mind. Were you hurt? Why aren’t you answering his call and texts? Did he say something or do something to upset you? Did his friends say something? He didn’t know why you left and he wasn’t going to stop until he knew what was up.

You settled into your hotel room and forced yourself to sleep. You awoke the next morning with a slight hangover and a million texts and missed calls as well as voicemails. You then logged into your Twitter account and saw many notifications of the fans going crazy about your whereabouts. Cal had tweeted about you and the fans wanted to know what was going on and tried to help him find you.

@Calum5SOS: @YourTwitterName babe, I’m worried. Are you okay? Please let me know that you’re safe. I love you.

The fandom was going insane! They wanted to make it their mission in finding you to put Cal at ease. You avoided all contact with social media and stayed in your room all day.

It has now been 2 days since Calum has last seen you and heard from you. He hadn’t gotten any sleep and was desperate to find you. He had the help of the boys, his friends and the fandom in trying to locate you. What surprised you the most was Mali texted you.

Mali: Y/N, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me because of Cal’s birthday, but please, talk to him. Let him know that you’re okay if you are and if you aren’t let him know. He’s been driving himself off the wall, he’s so worried about you. I hope you’re okay.

You read and reread the text again. Why is she texting you? She made it clear as day that she absolutely despised you and here she was texting you hoping you were okay and whatnot. Like no! You are not okay! You are heartbroken and hurt and lonely. You decided that the next time Cal called or texted you, you were going to tell him you were in a safe place and that you were okay.

As if it was coincidental, Calum texted you again. You took a deep breath and decided to text him.

Cal🐶❤️: Babe, please, I’m begging you. Just send me a sign so that I know that you are safe. I won’t be able to live with myself knowing that you’re hurt and I’m not there to protect you. Baby please send me something, a letter or hell even a punctuation mark, something to let me know that you’re okay.

So you quickly texted him: Cal, I’m ok. I swear on my life I’m okay, I’m at a safe place. But Calum, I can’t do this, this relationship that is. It’s not you, I swear on my life it’s not you. People are constantly judging you being with me and people don’t approve of our relationship, one of them being your sister. I know how much she means to you and I respect that. I respect that she’s looking out for you and wants nothing but the best for you and she thinks us being together is toxic. I guess I’ll see you Cal. Take care of yourself please and do not blame this on Mali. It’s not her fault, she’s doing this out of love and protection. Love you, Y/N. And with that, you pressed send.

He saw your text, he read and reread it over and over again. You were okay which was great, but you guys aren’t together anymore. What did he do what can he say to prove otherwise that he loves you and doesn’t give a shit about what people think.

He then tweeted again.

@Calum5SOS: why? Can this be some bad dream? I wanna wake up out of this nightmare. Please talk to me, screw what others think, screw what she thinks of you. I know you and I know you love me, she could say her two cents but nothing will change how I feel about you and that will never ever change. I’m so hollow babe. Please I’ll do anything, I won’t talk to her and have a relationship with her if that’s what it takes.

You saw the tweet, hell, everyone saw it. You texted him again and told him not to break his relationship with his sister. Girls come and go but Mali will always be there for him. She knows what’s best for him. You made him promise that he will still maintain that relationship with Mali and she’ll help him find his perfect girl. He replied back to you asking to see you. You didn’t want to see him as much as it destroyed your heart. And with that you went on Twitter, you tweeted that you were okay and told the fam not to worry. And you left. You picked up your things from the floor and quickly did your makeup to hide proof that you were crying and wore your sunglasses and you headed out the hotel. You were going back home to your family, they know what to do and they’d tell you if you made the right decision or not.


You checked yourself into a motel for the night. And your assumptions were right, Mike went to the ends of Sydney on trying to find you. He was beyond upset with his mother and told her off. He defended you when you left and told her how much he loves you. How you were not like Abigail and how you made him incredibly and indescribably happy. He was deeply infatuated and utterly in love with you. Daryl saw how happy you had made his son and was disappointed in how Karen went about this situation. He understood that she was only doing this to protect him but it drove you away. Her intentions were good but her actions were unjustifiable. It was uncalled for and she knew it. She made a huge scene to draw attention to you and kicked you out of lunch.

Mike was continuously calling you. Leaving a thousand and one voicemails and texts along the way. He waited by your house till you came back. He’ll wait there even if the world ended. He wanted to see you. He NEEDED to see you.

It has been four days since your encounter with Karen and you were still at the motel. Sadly, you didn’t have that much money left in your account so you had to go back to your place. So you got your things and left for home. As soon as you got home, you saw Mikey asleep by your front door.

As much as you wanted to go in from another entrance and wanted to avoid him, it was inevitable. You had to face him at some point. So you toughened up and went to your door. He saw you in front of him and he quickly shot up and hugged you.

“Love, you’re okay! Thank God! Baby I was so worried about you. Love please don’t listen to my mom, I don’t care about what she says and how she feels about you, about us. This is our relationship, not hers. She may be my mom and wants nothing but the best for me and baby you’re it. Forever and always. Love, let me love continuously. I know you’re nothing compared to Abigail, you’ll never know how happy I am being with you. Abigail brought nothing but pain and you bring me utter joy. Please don’t let this ruin what we have, I love you so so much baby girl, always and forever.” He stated while full out bawling, and Michael NEVER cries.

It truly broke your heart. This was the first time he had ever expressed such feelings for you but it was just too late. You’ve made your decision, you and Michael weren’t going to be forever. Nothing lasts forever.

“I’m sorry Mike, but your mom is right. Granted how she went about the situation wasn’t right but she’s your mother and she knows what’s best for you. And if that means me not being with you then so be it. The journey was fun while it lasted and I don’t regret a thing. You have brought me so much joy but I don’t want you to despise your mom, you are her only baby and she wants nothing but the best for you, I’m sorry I’m not that. I love you forever and always Mike but you have to let me go. Find your perfect girl that your mom and dad will approve of. I love you, take care okay? I guess I’ll see you around. Love you Mikey.” You stated as you tip-toed and planted a kiss on his cheek. With that, you entered your dorm and started to bawl your eyes out. You wanted to get out of your dorm room, but you had no other place to go and you didn’t have the funds for you to get an apartment of your own so you had to work overtime to raise enough money to support yourself. Outside your door, you heard Mike begging for you to stay but after a while it went quiet and you knew he had left. He had left your life forever.

You see, there’s this guy. He is…out of this world. I’ve never met someone so handsome, so caring and so loving in my life. He is sweet to everyone around him and to me. He treats me like I am worth something…like I am meant to be here. He makes me feel more confident with his words and his actions. “You’re beautiful”, he says. He gives me the most welcoming and comforting hugs I could ever think of, but his kisses? Oh, they give me butterflies. I wake up every morning, wondering how I was lucky enough to meet such a perfect human being.
—  12:05 a.m.
Preference #3 - You have stretch marks and he finds out you're insecure. (Malum)

Warning: This contains a sensitive topic about insecurity, so if you’re not comfortable with reading these type of things then i suggest you not continue reading.

Requested? yes.

A/N: I just want to let everyone know that you are beautiful, If you are unhappy with yourself, just stop. Be confident with who you are, smile, and just be happy. You are the way you are for a reason, and you should not depend your happiness on others. Be happy and love yourself, love your flaws and your imperfections because they are what make you up and all of you are amazing. Remember that I love you and if you ever need anything my inbox is open, I’m here.

Michael: You and your boyfriend were having a lazy day, it was just you and him in your apartment. Michael was sitting down in the couch watching TV and you were laying down with your head on his lap just on Twitter.

“Hey baby we should go to the beach tomorrow or something.” he told you.

You never enjoyed going to the beach because that meant you were going to have to wear a bikini, and you were extremely insecure of a couple of stretch marks you had on the side of your tummy.

“No, i’m good Michael. But if you want you can go.”

”Really?” he said sarcastically.

“Yeah i’ll just go hang out with Y/F/N or something.”

“No seriously. I meant really as in why don’t you ever want to go to the beach with me? Literally every time I ask you, you always say no and it gets me mad.”

You picked your head up away from Michael’s lap and looked at him.

“I don’t know, ok? I just don’t feel comfortable Michael, I’m sorry.”

You stood up from the couch and walked over to the restroom, you suddenly felt so terrible that you couldn’t hold in the tears, and you certainly did not want Michael to see you cry. You got to the restroom and closed the door and you made your way towards the mirror. You looked at yourself for a couple of seconds and then pulled your shirt up to where you could see your stretch marks. You felt disgusting, and tears started rolling down your face.

“Baby” you heard Michael’s voice. You looked over at him and felt so stupid.

‘Fuck, I forgot to lock the door.’ you thought to yourself. You quickly put your shirt back down and looked at Michael.

“What” you said.

“Baby” he said once again, but this time he made his way towards you. He held your face and wiped the tears that were rolling down your eyes.

“You’re perfect, Y/N. You really are babe. You are literally the most beautiful, sweet, and intelligent girl i have ever known. You know what else I think is beautiful?  Those little stretch marks in your tummy. You want to know why? Because I am in love with everything that makes you, i love everything about you, I hate knowing you feel uncomfortable about your body because in my eyes it’s perfect. If only you saw yourself the way I did baby. Now stop crying, because when you’re sad I feel even sadder. I love you so much ”

At that moment you realized how you had found the most perfect and amazing guy. You felt so amazingly joyous and lucky. You placed your head against Michael’s chest and said “I love you more babe. He grabbed your face once again and kissed your lips. “No, that’s impossible.”

Calum: You were at home laying down in your bed while scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop. Suddenly you hear the front door open and you hear footsteps make their way upstairs to where you were. You knew it was your boyfriend, Calum, so you really didn’t make a big deal about it.

“Babeeee.” Calum said while storming into your bedroom.

“Hi Calum.”

“Guess what?” he laid down beside you.

“What?” you looked over at him.

“I bought you something while me and the guys were at the mall.”

“Really? Let me see?”

He stood up and grabbed a bag he had put down on the floor when he went into your room. He took out some mini little shorts and showed them to you.

“Look baby I bought you these because you usually never wear shorts and I bet you look so hot! So yeah, here go put them on and see if they fit.” he handed them to you.

“Oh no Calum i’m not wearing these, they’re too short!”

“But I spent $25 on them baby”

“I don’t care, they’re too small and they will most likely show my-” you quickly stopped before finishing your sentence.

“Show your what? Y/N?”

You didn’t answer Calum, instead you just started thinking about the scars you had on your thighs that you were always insecure about so you just continued scrolling through your tumblr.

“I asked you a question.” he said.


“So that means I need an answer.”

Without thinking you just said “I’m insecure, Ok Calum? I’m insecure about my legs, I have a lot of scars and I hate them so much, that is why I never wear shorts or anything that will show them. There, I said it. Now leave me alone.”

Calum didn’t leave you alone though, instead he laid beside you once again and wrapped his arms around you while placing his head on top of yours.  

“ Y/N. Your perfect baby. I don’t give a fuck about these scars, you’re perfect to me. You don’t have to wear those shorts if you feel uncomfortable, in fact I’ll go return them If you want, but I don’t want you feeling down please baby.” He held you even closer and kissed your head. “I love you.” he said.

You looked up to him and placed a tender kiss on his lips, “I love you too Cal, thanks for understanding.

I made Malum for this, but i will most certainly create Lashton and i will post it as soon as I’m done. Thank you for reading and I’m so sorry if this is long. If you would like me to create anything specific or if you have any questions just go here. 

The Reason Why GMW Writers Have Told Us To Pay Attention to Past Lessons

So, I was talking to @theowldetective about why the writers have told us to pay attention, and also some of the clues of endgames, and just past parallels. So hold on tight, because we’re about to go back to season 1, Girl Meets 1961. This is a huge telling episode. As theowldetective pointed out, Lucas’s great grandfather, seemed creeped out by great Riley’s great grandmother, who was flirting with him, but he seemed into Maya’s great grandmother. And the most telling part? Riley’s great grandmother acted almost exactly like Riley. Now, Lucas’s great grandfather, was nice to Riley’s great grandmother, but here’s the thing, he seemed more into Maya’s grandmother, but Maya didn’t try anything, because she thought that she didn’t deserve him. That’s telling on just how much these girls think that he is perfect, but Riley’s is more like infatuation. Something even more telling? Farkle’s great grandfather flirted with Riley’s great grandmother… and her grandmother flirted right back… Now, I am extremely thankful that she pointed this out, or we would’ve completely missed this… I noticed something else as I continued watching the episode, I think Cory’s line in GMHS, “History repeats itself.” Is going to come in handy. That ‘Do good, and stick together’ lesson is going to be a key line. Lucas is obviously considered Mr. Perfect by Riley and Maya, Farkle is smart and he tries to keep himself out of the picture so his friends can realize their feelings, also noted as Ginsburg. He stayed out of the picture… hmm… Maya already stated that she feels undeserving, just like her great grandmother did, but when they walked away from each other they never became successful, and in GMHS, they walked away from Riley and Maya, so everyone wondering why Maya didn’t walk away, yes it was because Riley’s her best friend, but that lesson was lingering in Maya and Riley’s mind… Think about what a repeated line, “We don’t leave.” Yeah, something is adding up here. Remember three key lines and these lessons: 1. History repeats itself
2. Do good, and stick together.
3. We don’t leave.

There are obviously going to be episodes where history repeats themselves, but look closely enough. From the very beginning, the endgames have been there. So everyone get off of the ship war and look closer, the answers are right in front of you! And do me a favor, if there are any episodes that you can think of, that you didn’t exactly understand the lesson of or why it was there, history repeats itself, those lessons that you didn’t exactly get, are most likely laying the foundation for future episode lessons. Michael Jacobs has always dragged his lessons out, so just wait, be patient, everything will work out, but please continue to look closer. Thank you and love you all!