his face makes me smile :)

The boy I loved, was like a lily.
He was beautiful and vibrant.
He was larger than life.
He had a way of making everyday feel like we were living in a movie.
He was popular, and commanded attention and respect.

The boy I loved, was like a lily.
He was big and beautiful.
But me, I was always just the girl with the lily.
I was only ever known, because I was with him.

The boy I loved was like a rose.
His love was the deepest shade of red I had ever seen.
It was passionate, the silky shade consumed my soul whole.
An all encompassing love that left me breathless.

The boy I loved was like a rose.
Because the closer I got to him, the deeper his thorns dig into my skin.
Dragging me into a monstrous game of how close I could get to the edge, to the brink of death, before I toppled over.

The boy I loved was like a daisy.
He was kind, and he had a way of making everyday feel like spring.
He was like a breath of fresh air, in a bleak reality.

The boy I loved was like a daisy.
He was fragile.
And in the end even he couldn’t save me.

The boy I will love will be like a sunflower.
He’ll be strong and dependable.
He’ll make my world brighter.
He’ll make me smile whenever I peer into his face.
He’ll be my favorite thing in the world.
He’ll tell me he won’t save me, because I’ve already saved myself
He’ll be worth the wait
He’ll be worth the hardship and struggle

He’ll be mine

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

170402 CH+ CHATROOM W/ HOSEOK (pt. 1&2)

> Good morning @-@/ *J-Hope sticker*
> I just started this chat, but
> But I have to go to rehearsals…. *aegyo*
> I’ll go and come back later *aegyo* *J-Hope sticker*
> 😭🙌 
Exits at 6PM CST

Enters at 6:20PM
> I’m back *aegyo*
> But
> I have to get my hair cut …… *aegyo*
> I’ll come back again *aegyo*
> 😭🙌

trans: jhope-shi

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6x16|| The five times Harvey Specter tries to move Heaven & Earth for Mike Ross and the one time he does.

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Father’s Day Visit

Summary: After a fulfilling Father’s Day, Soos visits his own.


Today was a good day.

Soos was happy to be surrounded by his children all day and to be spoiled for being a father. He loved every moment of it and reciprocated the love whenever possible. He hangs up the gifts given to him in the museum and smiles.

The most beautiful art you’ll ever see… nice ring to it, Soos thinks with a smile.

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SICK

where Y/N is sick, and Harry is her favorite medicine.

As Harry opened the door to their shared apartment, he could feel the worry in his chest grow when the familiar body didn’t come running to him. He headed towards the living room, hoping you would be sitting there, safe and sound.

He found you, although that did little to calm his nerves as he noticed the little sushi roll you had wrapped herself in. He felt his heart grow with love as he looked down at the beautiful mess that he was proud to call his.

He knew that you had been feeling a little under the weather since the night before.

However, he had been assured by you that you would be fine and that he should go to work. He had left reluctantly, after making you promise to call him if anything was wrong.

The day had passed by smoothly with him calling you every once in a while to ensure that you were holding on good. That being said, the last couple of hours at the studio had become immensely busy and he hadn’t been able to contact you.

As much as he tried to come home early, he knew that he had to get the days’ work done. After finally wrapping it up and managing to get the next day off, he had gotten in the car and called you, wanting to know if he was meant to bring something home from the convenience store.

When you didn’t reply, he felt himself panicking.

After multiple calls to no avail, he took a quick trip to the store anyway, picking up a few things that he knew you would appreciate in case you had gotten sick. That included a large bar of chocolates, some medicines and a baby sized teddy bear. He drove home in a rush, trying to assure himself that you were okay.

Now as he looked at you, wrapped under a million blankets with the telly playing at a low volume, he was glad that he had, after all, been able to pay the quick visit to the store.

He didn’t fail to notice the tissue box placed near you, and the tissue that was weakly wrapped in your closed fist. He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked wrapped up like that. He knelt down, pushing the light wisps of hair away from your face. He lowered the blankets so he could look at your face. He gazed with awe at the slightly red color adorning your cheeks. He often told you that your face became a mild shade of red whenever you became sick, which you always denied.

He softly whispered your name, as his hand went to cup your right cheek. He frowned when he felt how abnormally warm your skin was. His other hand went to your forehead, and he almost winced at the exceeding temperature.

Your eyes fluttered open as you sniffled your nose. Despite how adorable he found you whenever you did that, he was too worried for him to make a remark.

“Harry?” You whispered, your voice scratchy and raw because of the soreness of your throat.

“I’m here, pet. I’m here.”

Your hand went to grasp his, and he conveniently lifted it up for you, so you could have some comfort.

“When did you come home?” You asked, knowing that it wasn’t too long until he would tell you to stop talking because of the pain your throat was in.

“Just about now. You weren’t answering my calls so I got worried.” He replied, his thumb softly stroking your warm skin.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep a couple of hours ago.” You responded, leaning in to his hold.

“It’s fine, love. Now, have you eaten anything?” He asked, realizing that he had to make sure that you had taken some food in before giving you the medicine.

He softly frowned as you shook your head. Deciding to save the scolding for later, he opted to taking you upstairs so you could rest while he made his special soup for you. You were about to swing your legs over the couch to get up when Harry quite conveniently hoisted you up in his arms. You let out a squeak as your arms went up to wrap around his neck.

“You do know that I can walk, right?” You questioned, while he carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom with ease.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” He replied, to which you giggled and snuggled your head in his chest.

He lay you down on the bed, pulling the covers over you.

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to bring you some soup.” He voiced.

“Mhmm, or you could just get into bed and cuddle with me until I’m okay?” You suggested, still in a sleepy daze.

He chuckled before leaning down to kiss your forehead,
“We can very well do that after you take some medicine, yeah? Now hush, rest your throat for a bit.”

You smiled cheekily and made a peace sign at him, to which he snickered and took as his cue to leave.

It took him about twenty minutes to prepare the soup and get the medicines for you, before climbing up the stairs to get to you. He brought the chocolates and teddy bear along too, knowing that you could use some cheering up.

As he entered the room, he could very well see how you ducked under the covers as soon as you saw him entering.

A silent laugh escaped him as he was reminded of your absolute hate towards medicines. Even in your childhood, you had opted to take liquid syrups as long as you possibly could, before your doctor had declared your 11-year old self too old for fruit-flavored syrups.

When you had told this to Harry, he had found it utterly adorable that the strong-willed and confident girl he knew was also the one who was scared of medicines.

It wasn’t until you became sick for the first time since dating that he realized how strong your dislike really was.

He had called your mother that night, who had advised him to give you something sweet afterwards, knowing you had a sweet tooth. Since then, Harry always bribed you with chocolates and kisses, and maybe, just maybe, medicines weren’t that bad anymore.

As he set the food tray on the table beside the bed, he settled down on the edge of the bed.

“Hmm, I wonder where my oh-so-beautiful girlfriend is.” He pretended to wander, making you giggle from under the covers.

“God knows,” you replied, your hold on the covers becoming loose.

“Sure,” he remarked, before poking your leg from over the covers.

You yelped and squirmed in response, making a smile etch onto his face.

“Why don’t you join me under here?” You offered,

“So that we can live under the covers for the rest of our lives?” He retorted.

You were going to reply, but instead you burst into a fit of coughs.

Harry could hear the painful breaths you were taking, causing him to take off the covers and helping you sit up. He softly rubbed your back, until your coughing came to a rest and you were able to breathe normally.

You went to lay down again before Harry stopped you.

“Nu-uh. You are going to have the soup I made for you, and then you are going to take your meds.”

You opened your mouth to protest, which Harry quickly stopped by giving you a peck on the lips, and placing a box of chocolates and a small teddy bear on your lap. Your mouth hung open in surprise, your eyes wide with awe.

“When did you get these?’ You exclaimed, cradling the small stuff toy to your chest.

“On my way home. I had a feeling this would happen.” He replied, while settling down beside you on the bed and pulling you to sit between his legs. You rested your head on his chest, looking up at him.

“Thank you.” You grinned, your eyes sparkling from the water that had gathered there after your coughing fit.

Harry felt his heart swell with adoration as he looked down at you. He kissed your forehead, which was still hot, making him remember the actual reason that the two of you were there.

“C’mon now, missy. We have to get some food in you.” He said, picking up the soup bowl and lifting up the spoon. He softly blew on it thrice, before lowering it to your level and telling you to open your mouth. He continued the safe routine, until the soup was finished and he sat it down on the tray.

You loved how he spoiled you whenever you were sick. Of course, he was always loving and gentle with you, but the treatment that you got when you weren’t feeling your best, that was your favorite. You snuggled into his chest, placing a kiss right where his heart was. His arms came to wrap around you, making you smile.

“I know what you’re trying to do. Being all cute and cuddly so I’ll forget about the meds.” Harry, who was of course well aware with you, spoke.

You giggled, lifting your head from his chest, looking up at him.

“Dammit, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.”

“Not happening, poppet. Now, just take the tablet so we can get you feeling better, yeah?” He said, softly poking your nose.

“But Harry,” you started, and he raised his eyebrows, knowing you were going to say something extremely cheesy, “You take such good care of me, I already feel better. We don’t need no meds.”

Harry burst out laughing at that, making you grin as well.

“As cute as you are, princess, you’re still going to have to do it.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest,

“It’s just one tablet, pet. Then we’re done with this. I’ll run you a nice bath and then we can cuddle, yeah? How does that sound?”

You reluctantly nodded, slowly lifting your head and sitting up a little. Harry picked up the tablet and glass of water and handed it to you. Unenthusiastically, you popped the pill in your mouth before drowning it with water. As you emptied the glass and handed it back to Harry, you had a sour expression on your face, but Harry was quick to clear that by placing a block of chocolate in your mouth immediately afterwards.

A smile crept up on your face at that, making Harry cheer.

“There we go. You’ll feel better in no time.” He grinned, pulling you back to sit in between his legs, with your head resting on his firm chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your hair, caressing it with his hand. As you looked up at him through watery eyes (due to the flu), and a cheesy smile, he felt like his heart would explode with the love he felt for you. He hugged you to him tightly, nuzzling his own head in your neck.

The two of you lay there for a while, before he suggested a bath for you. You accepted it on the condition of him going on with you. He happily obliged as you two got up and headed to the bathroom. Harry got the warm water running, while you stripped off your clothes. He popped in your favorite bath bomb and took off his own clothes.

Helping you in, he made sure that the water was just the right temperature. In the bath, he pampered you to the fullest, before wrapping you up in a fluffy white towel (which he had placed in front of the hot air fan so it’d warm up), and carrying you to bed.

You giggled while being in his arms, but didn’t dare to complain, knowing that he’d declare it as his job to make sure you got complete rest.

He got dressed himself, before helping you in a warm pair of pajamas and a t-shirt of his, which was far too big for you, but you loved how it swallowed you, making you look utterly adorable to him. He tucked you under the blankets, making sure you were warm and cozy, and then left to make you a cup of tea.

While he was gone, your eyes fell on the small teddy bear that Harry had bought for you. You snuggled it close to your chest, a sigh of pure contentment leaving your lips. You were more than thankful for Harry, it was the biggest comfort knowing that he was always there to take care of you, as you were for him.  

When Harry entered the room with two cups of the honey and ginger tea that his mum used to make him whenever he was sick, he noticed the gleam of happiness in your eye. As he settled down in the bed, pulling the blanket above the two of you, you cuddled closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder, while his arm went to wrap around your small frame.

“Feeling better, love?” He asked, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You hummed in response, the stuff toy still in your hands.

“Thank you for taking care of me. I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love and appreciate you.” You spoke, voice still a bit gruff because of your blocked nose and sore throat.

Harry turned on his left side to face you, making you look up at him.

“Always, love. You know I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. And if anything, I should be the one telling you this. You’re always so understanding and considerate of me and my career, I can never thank you enough for that.”

“I love you,” You whispered, before his lips captured yours in a warm kiss, and you were sure that by the time morning came, you’d be feeling a lot better. And even if you weren’t, you had no worries. Because you knew that Harry was willing to take care of you for today, tomorrow and forever.

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The many faces of Yuri Plisetsky :3c

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I Love You Too (Peter Quill x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of drinking, fluff
Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader


You were sitting in the cockpit of Quill’s ship. No one else was on board. It had seriously been a long day.

You almost lost Peter today.

The flashes of him almost dying just kept replaying and replaying in your mind. You closed your eyes in pain as more tears came. Tears for what? He was fine. Barely even much of a scratch on him, honestly. Yet, here you were… curled up in a ball in the pilot seat, balling your eyes out like he died.

You sniffled, looking out at the stars in front of you. You just felt numb from the crying. You didn’t feel like moving you felt so numb.

You heard a noise and stiffened, turning toward the noise. It was Quill. Of course it was.

You turned away quickly and wiped your tears on your sleeve.

“You okay?” He asked as he came and sat in the seat next to you.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You said, never looking his way.

It was silent for a few minutes, as the two of you just stared out at the stars.

“I just needed to let some stress out by crying, I guess.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It definitely was an eventful day.” He said with a chuckle… but you didn’t laugh.

He stopped laughing when he realized you weren’t and just stared at you. You could feel his eyes and it made you nervous. You gulped but you still never looked at him. You heard him shifting next to you and suddenly his hand was on yours.

You look down at your hands and stare at them. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He said.

You finally looked up to his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be? We survived, didn’t we?” You said, avoiding your feelings.

He hesitated, but nodded and pulled his hand away. You really had to stop yourself from taking his hand again. He got up and he left.

You turned back to the stars and brought your knees to your chest, assuming that would be the end of the conversation.

The next day, you wake up and make breakfast like always. You help Rocket make new weapons and you tidy up the ship. It was a much slower day that day. You and Quill didn’t talk a lot that day, but it wasn’t unusual for you two to occasionally have a day that you may not see each other a lot.

That night, everyone wanted to go out. You still weren’t feeling too chipper, and you decided not to go.

“So, why aren’t you going?” Rocket asked.

“Because I don’t feel like it?” You said, wondering why he was questioning you.

“Okay…” he said, but he didn’t sound like he really believed you.

“I am Groot,” Groot said.

“What does Quill have to do with anything?” You asked Groot.

Groot walked from one side of your bed to your lap.

“I am Groot,” he said waving his arms around.

“Yes, Quill almost got blown up.” You said, the memory flashing through your head, making you wince.

“I am Groot,” he said in an obvious tone.

Your jaw dropped, staring at the tree baby. You looked over to Rocket.

“He’s got a point,” Rocket said, shrugging.

You looked back at Groot. “What makes you think I love him?”

He sighed and sat down and just looked at you like you knew he was right. You gulped thinking about it. You had never delved into your feelings for Quill. You never let yourself. You knew they were there, but you ignored them because you both work in a risky business. But that risky business almost killed him and it’s had you in a bad mood since.

Groot got up and hugged your stomach. You smiled and hugged him back. He pulled back and looked up at you, smiling. You smiled back at the adorable baby.

Groot hopped down from your bed and over to Rocket to leave. Rocket looked back at you. “You sure you don’t want to go?” He asked.

You looked back up to him and smiled.

Quill was waiting outside the ship for everyone, listening to his Walkman when Rocket and Groot came out, you following behind.

Quill literally done a double take. You were wearing a dress. And heels. He had never seen you in anything other than tights and a form fitting t-shirt. Now, you wore a little black dress with heels to match.

As you walked up to him, he blinked a few times and yanked his headphones off.

“Y/N…” he said, looking you up and down.

“Okay, stop making googley-eyes at each other and let’s go meet Gamora.” Rocket said with a roll of his eyes. But you could hear a little bit of happiness in his voice.

Other than the weird encounter at the beginning, it was like any other night out with the Guardians. You drank and laughed. Quill never acted any different with you than he did normally.

“Alright, I think we are packing it up and heading out,” Rocket said as he walked by you and Peter.

“What?” You said. “No! It’s only been a few hours.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “But I’m… really tired.” He continued, sounding a little unsure.

Gamora came up behind them and said, “Yeah, I’m heading out too.”

You looked at the three of them and knew exactly what they were doing. They wanted to get you and Peter alone together.

You squinted at the trio as they said their goodbyes and headed out.

“A little strange that they left so early,” Quill said in a knowing voice.

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with them.” You said, nonchalantly as you played with your drink.

He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

You looked over at him incredulously. “What?”

“You really are going to keep pretending nothing is here?” He said, gesturing between the two of you.

You gulped, but shook your head and looked away. “There is nothing here, Quill.” You said.

“Call me Peter,” he said in a soft voice.

“What?” You asked, looking back to him in confusion.

“I like when you call me Peter.” He said.

“Okay…” you said in a confused voice. “Peter.”

“You wanna get out of here?” He said. “Take a walk?”

You nodded and the two of you left the bar. Peter and you walked for a moment, not saying a word.

“So…” he said. “I almost died yesterday.”

You winced seeing it in your mind again.

“See!” He said, pointing at you, making you jump.

“What?” You yelled.

“You winced at the thought of me dying!” He yelled.

“Yes, what’s so weird about that?!”

He just looked at you. In a lower voice, he said, “Stop pretending that there’s not something here. There is and you know it.”

You looked away from him and fiddled with your dress. Why did you even wear the stupid thing? When you left the ship you had all this confidence to confess everything to Peter, but now it had all vanished. You didn’t want to loose him.

“Y/N…”

The lump in your throat grew and your stomach filled with the whole zoo at the way he said your name.

You gathered your courage and looked up at him. His eyes were as gentle as you had ever seen them, begging you to open up.

“I almost lost you…” you whispered. “All I’ve been thinking about is that moment you almost died. It’s been on repeat in my mind since it happened.” You took a deep breath before you continued. “The thought of loosing you kills me. Yesterday made me realize just how easy and quick it would be for you or any of us to be gone. It made me realize how much I don’t want to loose you.”

He stared at you in awe. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but he wouldn’t say anything. Peter Quill not saying anything? He usually won’t shut the heck up.

“Peter…” you said, urging him to say something, anything. He still didn’t, just looked at you. “Please say something.”

“I love you.” He blurted out.

Your heart might have literally stopped. Seriously.

You just stared at him for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what he just said.

He sighed, putting his hand over his eyes. He said, “Jeez, I’m an idiot. Why did I say that? Of course that would freak you out we aren’t even dating! Why did I-”

You grabbed his face, and paused and looked at you. “Peter…” you said. “Shut the heck up.”

He smiled. “Make me.”

You smiled and you pulled his face to yours and you kissed him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and your fingers went through his hair. He sighed into the kiss and it made you smile.

He kept kissing you and kissing you and kissing you. When you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead on yours.

“So, uh, is there something you want to say?” He asked.

You smiled. “Uh, no, I don’t think so.”

He leaned down and kissed you again. “You sure?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should check again.” You said.

He laughed and kissed you again. “How about now?”

You laughed and finally said, “I love you too, Peter.”

the way barry looks at iris makes my heart melt. something about his smile and his face lighting up makes me melt. it’s like he’s looking at everything he’s ever wanted. his one true love. her.

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Laugh - Legolas Greenleaf

Pairing: Legolas Greenleaf x Reader

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Aragorn

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad Request- “You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon”

Word Count: 501

Author: Hannah

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Shut up and kiss me - Auston Matthews

A/N: HIIII! This one is a request by my bb @itsall-aboutthat. I’ve enjoyed writing this waaaay too much and I hope you like it. I might start taking requests, who knows…

Word Count: 1130

Warnings: Mild swearing.

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

“What do you want to do today?” Auston asks from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist on a tight embrace.

“I’ve never been in Toronto before, we should go and explore the city” I answer while pouring more pancake batter on the pan. I’ve probably made a hundred pancakes by now, but the pile wasn’t growing since Auston kept stealing them from the plate and eating them with his fingers.

We have been dating for two years now, but you won’t deny that living so far from each other makes things quite hard sometimes. You trust him and he trusts you, but it is hard not to get jealous when models threw themselves at him all the time and you are an average girl from Michigan. It is the first time that I have gone to Toronto to visit him and I am beyond excited about it.

“Do you really want to go out?” He pouts and I can tell that all he wants is to stay at home and just cuddle and watch movies and be couch potatoes. Not happening “it is cold out and it might rain and…”

“Stop whining, Papi” I scowl him and he frowns; only his mom can call him Papi. “I really want to see the city. Your apartment is nice, but I want to see what Canada has to offer”

He rolls his eyes and I know I have won; we are going out. We get ready, Auston still whining while we walk to his car.

“We can go back, it isn’t too late” he says before getting in the driver’s seat.

“Auston, drive and don’t stop until we are Downtown” I glare at him and he stares at my face, trying to figure out if I’m kidding or not. I am not. He sighs and starts driving.

As soon as we are on the highway he links his hand with mine and rests them on my thigh, eyes on the road. I take my time to study his face while he is focus on the icy road; he is still the same Auston, but I can tell he is more of a man than he was six months ago when he left to Toronto. His jaw is slightly more squared, his hair is longer but better styled, his cheekbones more prominent… and yet again he is still Auston.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” he asks, squishing my hand lightly and I blush. Ugh, busted.

“You are just too handsome” I answer sincerely and he turns his face, gifting me with a smile that makes my knees weak.

“I needed to keep up with my girlfriend or some bastard may try to take her away from me” and I frown.

“Never going to happen”

“I hope so” he looks at my eyes for a second and brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. Ugh, he knows how to make me go insane “we are here”

He parks the car on a private parking lot and we walk out, hand on hand. Toronto is prettier than I expected. It has a New York vibe but much more chilled and I enjoy walking around surrounded by tall buildings.

“Ugh, I think I’m in love” I declare as we sit in a restaurant after walking and shopping for a couple hours. What can I say? I couldn’t hold myself and Auston was there to hold my bags for once.

“I thought you had fell for me long time ago” he raises an eyebrow and I laugh at him.

“With the city, dum-dum” and now he gives me a major side eye “I’ve been in love with you for two years” as I run a finger all over his hand and arm.

“Good to know” he smiles and I do the same. Ugh, we are so cheesy.

We get our food and we eat as we talk, or I talk and he listens, or more like I talk and he is completely zoned out. He has always been on the quiet side of the spectrum, but normally he is a good listener. I frown, but he doesn’t notice it and I decide to just let it go. He pays the tab and I whisper a thank you. Everything was going so well and now we are on an uncomfortable silence, walking around the city.

“Want to go up there?” he asks and I snap out of my thoughts, following his gaze to the CN tower.

I nod, but I don’t say anything as we walk to base of the needle looking building and get inside. It is warm and I let out a content sigh when the warmth hits my face. Auston buys a couple tickets and I give him a dirty look, it is my time to pay, but he just waves it off and puts his hand on the small of my back and pushes me to the elevators. The ride up is suffocating, neither of us talks and the tension between us is palpable, you literally run off as the elevator doors open. And then you see it, the whole city at your feet. The sight is breathtaking and you can’t help it to turn around, looking for Auston so you can share the experience, but he is on front of the elevator, looking at his feet.

“Ok, I’m done with this” You whisper and walk towards him “what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting up so weird? What the fuck happ…”

“Move here with me” he blurts out and I stop talking.

“What?”

“Move here with me. Come live with me. You love the city, you like my friends, you love me…”

“Yes” I say, biting my lower lip.

“You can find a job, or not, I make enough money for bo…Wait, what?”

“I said yes, Auston. I’d love to live with you. I’d love to wake to you each morning. I’d love to make you pancakes every morning” I smile as he wraps his arms around my waist and spins me around.

When he puts me down I grab his hand and walk with him to the glass. The Sun is going down and the sky is tinted with reds, pinks and oranges.

“This is so beautiful” I whisper, leaning against him.

“Not as beautiful as you” he puts his arm around my shoulders and squishes my frame against his much bigger body “hey, I’m so sorry. I was an asshole and…”

“Shh, shut up and kiss me”

And he does, and my knees go weak, and my heart flutters, and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to get to call him mine.