honestly why are you so perfect

I was just thinking that it’s been way too long since I’ve gotten gushy about how grateful I am for you guys, and this seems like a perfect time to do it.

I honestly can’t believe there are over 2500 of you here. That’s a bonkers number. I’ve met so many incredible people in such a short amount of time that it’s unreal.

You guys are all so talented and so supportive and just so lovely. I feel very lucky to have gotten to meet you all, and I’m so glad you’ve stuck around. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Jungkook’s Perfect Imperfections

So recently my precious baby bun has been getting shit about his skin because he has acne. Which EVERYONE has dealt with at least once in their life, or still is dealing with it. It’s not a big deal, it’s just skin, it doesn’t change what an amazing person Jungkook is. And honestly I love his acne, it just makes him normal and human. Every imperfection he has, in my eyes, just makes him even more perfect so that’s why I’m making this appreciation post about his perfect imperfections which I adore with all my heart 

His facial scar 

i love it so much it just makes him even more handsome asdfghjkl 

look how cute it looks, i just wanna kiss it 

my heart hurts because of how adorable he is

DO YOU SEE THIS BEAUTY

w o w what a beautiful specimen

His acne

LOOK AT THIS SOFT LIL FLUFF. LEMME CUDDLE AND KISS HIM

bare faced kookie is my favourite kookie 

look at this sleeping beauty 

i wanna kiss all over his face. what a fucking angel 

baby boy is the cutest thing to grace this planet i cant deal

His arm scar 

lemme kiss it pls also sweaty kook will be the death of me

oh look more sweat :) THIS LOOK MURDERS MY ASS INCLUDING THE SCAR

LOOK AT THE FLOOF 

^^literally me cuz i can’t handle looking at his beauty 

His knee scars 

PLS JUNGKOOK. SITTING LIKE THAT IS GONNA KILL ME 

id have a few knee scars because of him if you know what i mean *wink wink* im so sorry 

two angels istg

I love Jungkook with every fiber of my being and all I wanna do is protect him. If anyone hates on him I will fite them. He is not disgusting, he is not overrated, he is none of the things I‘ve seen these assholes call him. He is the most sweetest, talented, caring human being alive and I’m just so happy to be around at the same time as him to watch him grow and shine. ❤️

The kpop fandom is honestly so toxic. At first all the fans are all like, “my bias is a perfect angel who isn’t capable of making mistakes or saying anything offensive” but the moment they screw up, you guys go on a full 180 degree turn and say the most hateful things. Idols are human beings. They WILL make mistakes whether we like it or not so stop putting them on such a high pedestal that no normal human can reach. If they make a mistake then educate them. Let them know why they were wrong and why you were offended. Nothing good will happen from spreading baseless unnecessary hate. People will just get hurt in the process.

I look for you everywhere. Even in places I know you won’t be. I still look because i keep hoping that maybe one day you just might come back to me.
—  D…
All Evidence That Could Possibly Indicate Trans Girl Marco #31

*Marco covers the mirror when he showers because Marco is ashamed of their body - Season 2, episode 13*
Relevance Level: 10
Explanation: Welp, it’s finally happened. It’s finally gotten to the point where I will be honestly surprised if Marco isn’t trans. ‘Marco Diaz covers the mirror when he showers because Marco is ashamed of his own body’ what a line. What a bloody brilliant, perfect line.

For those of you who don’t understand why I’m so happy, this line confirms that Marco experiences dysphoria.

Got7 reaction to the weekly idol MCs making fun of their girlfriend/boyfriend

Requested by anon

(The boys are on weekly idol and then the MCs bring their s/o up and insult or make fun for her because she is not korean and doesnt have the korean ideal body.)

Mark:
Would go from smiling to his face being so red because of how mad he is. I don’t think he would be the type to try and punch someone or anything. I just think he would walk out and tell everyone that he refuses to ever be on the show again.

Jaebum:
He would be so pissed. I feel like he would get up and start yelling. His signature jaw would definitely be out.
“Why the fuck would you say something like that? They’re perfect just the way they are!”

Jackson:
Ok this is going to be really sad. I think Jackson would honestly be so upset that they would make fun of you. He’s always super nice to everyone and is really good friends with the MCs. I think his heart would be completely broken. I honestly don’t think he would get super mad and start yelling I think he would just be silent for the rest of the show.

Jinyoung:
I think he would try his best to tell them off, without being disrespectful. He would say stuff like:
“If you don’t have anything nice to say about them, don’t bring them up.”

Youngjae:
Wouldn’t understand if they were joking or not. After a while he would get really upset. I also can’t see Youngjae yelling or anything. I think he would be similar to Jackson. He wouldn’t participate anymore.

BamBam:
I feel like he would cuss a lot. I don’t know why but I can see him getting mad and just start cussing them out. And then he would start listing everything about them that’s not perfect to see how they feel.

Yugyeom:
Precious little maknae would be so mad and upset all at the same time. “Do you think this is funny? Don’t ever bring them up again. Ever.”

The Girl Across the Hall // 2

Request: Girl Across the Hall Part 2 (requested multiple times)
Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader
Warnings: FLUFF I LOVE THIS IMAGINE
Notes: :-) thanks for enjoying this enough to request a second part!! I honestly didn’t expect it to go over as well as it did!!

Part One


Peter had been routinely going over to your apartment twice a week for a month and half to tutor you in Science. He had grown quite curious as to why you had requested him as a tutor in the first place. So far you had understood everything you had gone over and your quizzes in the class came back almost perfect. He hadn’t questioned it because you enjoyed the small time he had with you. Granted, he never used any of that time to get to know you. He found he was much more confident when he was just talking about science. If you had tried to steer the conversation toward anything else, he’d fumble over his words and his calm persona was gone.

Truthfully, his favorite part was when neither of you spoke a word. He was able to absorb every detail of you through the various personal belongings adorning your bedroom. He took in favor the CD’s sprawled across the small bookshelf above your bed, he admired your DVD collection, seeing a few of his favorites as well, and he caught a glimpse of the doodles in your notebook whenever you were doing homework that he had already finished prior to coming over. He was beginning to fall in love with you all over again.

It was Thursday night – pizza night – and he was on his way to his apartment when he realized that he would be eating pizza alone that night. May had an extra shift tonight that Peter had forgotten about. You took notice when he came to a complete stop at your door. You almost didn’t say anything, already assuming you’d only get silence in return like you always did. But, when you saw the way his shoulders slumped you decided to speak up.

“Something the matter, Peter?”

He turned around to look at you, the questioning face you’d given him made him smile, just the slightest. “Yeah, it’s just- I mean, it’s nothing.”

“Peter,” he turned around to look at you once more, a pleading look taking place now.

“I forgot that my aunt wasn’t going to be home, and it’s usually our pizza night.” He shrugged but you could tell that he was pretty bummed about it. Without a second thought you responded.

“You could have dinner with me tonight. My parents are on a business call so I’m dining alone, too.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Peter tried to ignore the heat rising to his face as he thought of the idea of a casual dinner date between the two of you.

“Oh, please,” you offered him a wide smile. “You’d be saving me! Come on.” Peter ignored the heat rising through his whole body when your hand came into contact with his. He ignored the blush on both of your faces as your fingers intertwined with each others. He ignored the eruption in his stomach as you led him into your living room and sat with him on your couch, leaving nothing but less than an inch between you two. “You can pick out a movie if you want, I’ll order the pizza!”

When you left the room to fetch the phone, Peter repeated a manta in his head. It’s just pizza, stay cool. It’s just pizza, stay cool. He opted out for the first movie he saw, it was a movie called (500) Days of Summer.

“Oh! This one is one of my favorites, have you ever seen it?” He jumped slightly, not hearing you come back. He shook his head to say he hadn’t and that only caused the smile on your face to grow. “You’ll love it.” And you were right. In Peter’s mind, as soon as you had said it was one of your favorites he had already grown to love it. He’d love anything that put a smile as big as the one you were wearing now on your face.

Truthfully, you never needed a tutor. When you asked Peter to be your tutor, you were hesitant. You were worried you wouldn’t sound as convincing enough. You were afraid he wouldn’t want to do it, I mean, the boy hardly ever wanted to talk to you. Which is why when you had started asking him about it in the elevator you stopped short. But, when you found yourself accidentally pinned against the wall with him in front of you, you took it as a sign that he wanted to talk to you but hadn’t gotten around to it.

Peter Parker had always fascinated you. Three years ago when you moved in, you had noticed him sporting a Back to the Future shirt and a red flannel. Just looking at him brought color to your face. When you found out he was in most of your classes that following Monday, you became nervous. He kept to himself, but spoke passionately about every subjected he invested himself in. You found yourself getting lost in the way he spoke during class. Everything in you wished that you could listen to him lecture you about world war II and about the infinite galaxies that painted the sky.

But, you couldn’t even if you had found the courage to do so. Peter always avoided you, even with the fact of you two being neighbors. Your excuse for tutoring was your last resort. But, in your attempt to impress him with your knowledge, you failed to notice that he was catching on on the fact that you didn’t need his help.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked down at Peter as you sat down, having just gotten he pizza from the door. “Yes?”

“You don’t really need me as a tutor, do you?”

You froze in place, never in a million years did you ever think Peter would be bold enough o call you out, yet here you both were. Your cheeks burned a little as you tried to give him a small, embarrassed smile. You shook your head slightly, “No, not actually.”

“Then why did you ask me to tutor you? You’re really smart.” At this you both blushed.

“I just wanted a reason to talk to you.” You decided there was no use in lying anymore. You turned to face him on the couch. He hesitated but then turned to mirror you.

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

Peter sighed, becoming frustrated. His mind went back to the memory of you laughing at him at your doorstep the day he came to give you your mail. “Why do you want to talk to me? Why would you want to?”

Your eyes were a little wide at his small, but sudden, outburst. “Because… well, because we’re neighbors. We go to the same school-.”

“So?” Peter couldn’t grasp the concept of why you had gone out of your way to talk to him. Sure, he had a reason, and this benefitted him. But, what was in it for you?

“So, god, I don’t know Peter. Why is it such a big deal?” You stood up and paced in front of the couch a little bit. “Do you not want me to talk to you? Do you not like me or something?”

“No!” At this Peter stood up, too. “Of course I like you! It’s hard not to. I just – I just don’t understand, I guess.”

“What do you mean, ‘of course I like you’?”

Peter looked down at his shoes, slowly sitting back on the couch. “I mean,” he sighed, shoving his face into his hands, embarrassed. “I like you. I like a lot of things about you. Everything, actually.” He hadn’t even noticed the slight dip in the couch as you sat next to him. “I’ve liked you for three years. God, I’m in love with you. But, that’s crazy right? I mean we hardly know each other.”

He stood up, this time he began to pace, he began thinking out loud, forgetting you were there to begin with. “I mean, but I do know you. Your favorite color is Maroon. Tuesday’s and Thursday’s are your most stressful days – I could tell because your smile isn’t as bright and it isn’t as often. I know that you like to come straight home on Wednesday’s because you don’t like missing the Voice – I could hear you singing with the other contestant’s through the wall. You don’t like the freckle on your nose, but god, I love it. I love the way your head falls back when you laugh too hard and I love how smart you are.”

You had stood up to stand in font of him by now. Your hands on his wrist halted his rambling and his pacing. “Peter,” your voice was a whisper.

Peter, having finally realized he had said all of this out loud, retreated his hand from yours. He let his eyes drift to the front door and began walking toward it. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). That was crazy, I’m crazy. God, I’m so-.”

“Peter, shut up and come back.”

“What?” He turned around from where he stood at the door and faced you.

“You can’t tell me you love me and then not kiss me.”

“I – You – What?” You laughed lightly before walking up to him. He looked down at you. His eyes never leaving your face.

“Kiss me.” He leaned down but instead of kissing you on the lips, he hesitated and gave you one on your cheek. You laughed a little as he pulled away, shaking your head. “You missed.”

“I missed?” You nodded, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you missed.” Your hands came up to hold his face, and you brought him down to you. You breathed out deeply as soon as you felt his lips on yours. You tightened your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. His arms finally wrapped themselves around your waist, walking you backwards until your back hit the closed door.

Kissing you was nothing like Peter imagined – it was so much better. He hummed in appreciation as his hands pulled at the ends of his curled hair lightly. He didn’t want to stop, so he waited until you pulled away to regain he breath, not failing to notice the slight dizziness he felt.

“I love you.” You pecked him once more before pulling away completely, your hands coming down to hold his. “I am so in love with you, Peter Parker. If you’re crazy then hell, I am, too.”

Peter smiled down at you before going in for another kiss, picking you up slightly. He couldn’t have been happier knowing that the girl across the hall had loved him, too.


REQUESTED TAGS: @lincdaisys

  • What I say: goD,, I fukken h8 Ritsu,,,
  • What I mean: I "hate" how much I love this character. He's so complex and multi-dimensional. He acts so edgy during his chuunibyou arc but in reality he's such a goddamn child it's adorable. Every time he does something I ask "why are you like this" since he's always a goddamn surprise. He's my son and he's far from being a perfect person but he had such amazing character development throughout he series and I am so proud. He's booksmart yet so dense. He's a gullible 13 year old. He loves his brother and his friends and honestly he's a good kid. I will defend my son with my life.
  • What I say: HAH,,, anywayS,

Does Will Smith know about soup? I’ve been stressing out all day because what if he’s lives his entire life ignorant to soup. I mean, soup is so good! The poor boy mightn’t be aware of it’s existence. How would you describe soup to one who doesn’t know what it is? Maybe “cereal but with vegetables?”

Two weeks, too many

hoNESTLY, i REALLY wanted to add smut to this, but the prompts just felt like a perfect heartfelt fluff.. sorry sorry xD - Admin Kay

GENRE: Fluff
SUMMARY: “Well that was easy.”


Being the best friend of a idol was hard. Having a huge crush on said idol, was harder. But hearing them saying boyfriend-type comments almost killed you.

So that’s why, when Jimin said, “I can’t stop thinking about you,” to you over the phone when he was in America, your heart felt like it was gonna collapse.

“Chim, you’re gonna be back in two weeks.”

“Two weeks, too many.”

”Chim…” 

"I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

“No, I don’t!” Panicking, you said the first words you could think of.

“What?” A slight chuckle accompanied his words.

“I mean, I don’t look at you.”

“Why? Am I that ugly?” 

Thinking that he was really getting insecure about himself, you hurried yourself to comfort him, not realising that you were just about to confess to him.

“Chim, you’re not ugly. You could never be ugly. Literally every angle of you is perfection no matter what everyone says.”

“Y/N”

“Chim, you have one of the most contagious smiles and you have the softest hair and your skin is the definition of perfect and every move you make literally screams grace.”

“Thanks, you’re so sweet.”

“Okay wait no listen, if somebody looked up ethereal in the dictionary, I’m pretty sure pictures of you would be the definition!”

“Y/N. Please stop. I need to tell you something and… I’ve been wanting to tell you since before I came to America but I just, couldn’t find the guts to tell you.”

“No Jimin, please let me finish. I like you, Jimin. You’re everything somebody would want in life and I know I’m your friend and this could ruin us but… I really like you.” 

“…”

Chim?” 

“Well that was easy. I like you too Y/N.”

Apartment HCs 1/?

MOVING IN

-as much as they would like to, all three boys agree that they can’t all continue to live in Mark’s house (after all, they’re three grown men)

-Tyler’s been in LA for longer and already has his eye on a few apartments, and at first he’s just helping Ethan look for his own apartment

-Ethan not really liking any of them because they just. don’t feel right

-Tyler eventually asking Ethan if they just want to share an apartment flat, and Eth agrees because honestly, why not? Ethan also doesn’t like being completely alone so this works out great

-they check out the apartments Tyler was looking at and people are always like “oh how long have you been dating?” and Eth just blushes while Tyler remarks that they’re just friends

-they find one that’s perfect, it has a huge living room and a quaint little balcony (Ethan plans to put some plants there to liven it up), there’s a cute little kitchen with one of those kitchen islands, there’s too bedrooms but only one bathroom (well only one bathroom with a shower/tub, the other bathroom only contains a sink and toilet), and there’s even a room that Ethan swears will be perfect to record in

-it’s like 15 minutes by car to Mark’s house; close enough to do collabs etc but far enough that they have their own space

-they move in and ofc Mark throws a huge sort of house-warming party and gives them a bunch of useless shit to decorate the flat

-Ty and Eth going furniture shopping (preferably at IKEA so that there’s lots of lost shenanigans but i don’t know if LA has IKEA) and Ethan wants to try out every single bed because he’s a pure young child

-Tyler does all the heavy lifting, like putting the boxes full of shelf/closet parts into the cart thing

-Ethan keeps getting in the cart thing because “my legs are tired”

-Tyler wants to focus on buying the essential things like beds, cooking pots/pans/utensils/plates/etc, chairs

-Ethan keeps adding in these fake plants and huge framed pictures and he’s like “ooh let’s get these curtains!!!” and Ty wants to pretend that he’s annoyed but tbh he thinks it’s really cute

-Tythan struggling to fit all of their purchases into the car because bad planning

-They start setting out things and trying to assemble the bedframes and table but end up passed out on a hastily-pumped air bed 

Following Orders (Peter Pan Request)

“Y/N where are you?”

You heard Peter’s voice through the trees, and you smiled to yourself knowing how much he hated having to look for you. Many people still questioned why you loved him so much, but you honestly couldn’t imagine someone else more perfect for you than he was. Although many believed him to be mean, harsh, rude, and smug… you saw what was beneath that. You knew him to be gentle, kind and even broken. 

Of course, most of that was because of how you were with him. When you first got to Neverland, he was just as ruthless as most people describe him. It was one of the lost boys who pointed out how different he was around that made you want to test that theory. So you broke a rule one day, and waited to see your punishment.

*** Flashback ***

“I’ll find you!” Pan’s voice boomed through the branches making your heart jump. You were running, and you were running fast. You had done something quite stupid, broken a rule of Pan’s. The lost boys warned you, they all said he’d get angry. You chose to find that out for yourself, but right now as his voice was oozing anger you couldn’t remember why. 

You stopped, hiding behind a tree knowing there was a cliff ahead. You swore to yourself, feeling absolutely stupid. He suddenly appeared in front of you, his back towards you. He turned quickly, and you saw his anger switch to confusion.

“You?” He asked. He spoke again, this time taking a step towards you, his voice rising, “You did this?”

There was that anger again. "Calm down, it’s no big deal!” 

He smirked, “You did this on purpose.”

It wasn’t a question. You sighed, “What if I did?

“You wanted me to catch you.” He said.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, that’s why I ran.”

“Why did you do it?” He asked.

“Because I like a challenge.” You said with a smirk. He let out a laugh and crossed his arms.

“Aren’t you worried about your consequence?” He asked. 

You shook your head, “You don’t scare me, Peter Pan. Never did.”

***End Flashback***

“Y/N?” His voice broke your thoughts. You smiled, remembering the moment it had all begun. He had never been told off like he had that day, least of all from a girl. After that day, you spent all your time together. The lost boys couldn’t believe it, but they were forever thankful for the way it had changed Pan even in the slightest. Neverland wasn’t quite the same since then. 

“What can I do for you?” You asked, standing up. 

He smiled and raised his eyebrow at you, “Several things, love.”

You laughed, “Anything in particular?”

“Come with me.” He took your hand and led you to his tent. You walked in behind him and watched as he sat on his bed. He smiled as he back up, his back propped up with pillows. 

You smirked, “Okay, and am I supposed to understand what that smile means?”

“You should,” He said shrugging, “You’re the only one who ever gets to see it.”

You smiled at him, walking over to him. “I do have to finish what I was doing outside.”

He leaned forward and grabbed your arms pulling you towards him until you were nuzzled beside him. “Forget about that.”

You gasped, “Did Peter Pan just tell me to forget about my duties?”

“You wouldn’t want to ignore his orders now, would you?” He asked.

You laughed, “I wouldn’t dare.”

You stayed in your position for quite some time, just snuggled against him. He was playing with your hair gently, and you were both completely quiet just enjoying each other’s company. 

“Is this what you wanted?” You asked.

You felt him nod, “It is.”

You snorted, moving slightly to get up as you were feeling yourself getting hungry. “I can’t believe you came to get me to cuddle.”

“What are you doing?” He asked, pulling you back towards him. 

“Going to get food, I’m starving.” You said.

He pulled you closer towards him, holding you tighter, “No you’re not.”

“What?” You asked, laughing.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He said.

“Peter I just want to get some food!” You said, trying to get free.

“Nope!” He said, until you finally settled down. “Now what do you want?”

“Anything. Why?” You asked.

“Well that’s specific.” He said sarcastically. 

You nudged him, “What are you doing?”

In a few seconds, items of food were appearing around you. You smiled, “Well, that’s quite handy isn’t it. Now you’ll never get rid of me.”

He smiled, “I’m counting on that.”

So this happened...

A friend of mine was like “did you know that Jesse isn’t gonna be in pitch perfect 3?” And of course the fangirl trash that I am, I replied with “Yeah I know. But that has been official for a while now”. And she was honestly shocked and sad that Skylar wasn’t returning and I asked why, because he didn’t even have that much screentime in pp2. “That’s not true. He was in the middle with that internship and that singing thing in the basement”.

Long story short, it ended in a bet. If Skylar had more than 4 minutes screentime (treblemaker songs excluded) than she’d win and I would have to admit that she’s a bigger Pitch Perfect fan than me.

Skylar’s total screentime:
2 minutes
11.38 seconds.

This character is the love interest of the main character and only gets a pathetic 2 minutes of screentime.

goldenromana  asked:

Vylad trying to teach Laurance how to meditate to calm his nerves and after like 30 minutes Vylad is all "so how do feel now?" and Laurance scREAMS "IVE BEEN TRYING TO CROSS MY LEGS LIKE YOU THE WHOLE TIME"

Okay I was gonna write a fic on this hc, that why it took me so long to answer but cries I lost it! I wanna try tmw BUT THIS IS??? SO FUNNY???

Because honestly. This is such a small but sweet scene to imagine, especially with the context meditating is Vylad’s honest to goodness method that he personally relies to remain… well “balanced” in the sense of perfecting conceal, don’t feel and hopes it has the same effect on Laurance.

But everybody goes in different paces and just absjdkd LAURANCE STRUGGLING TO EVEN TRY THE PROPER SITTING POSITION CRACKS ME. Because Vylad realize he can’t just give advice then leave Laurance when he escapes in his zen mode.


…. it would be cute also if this inspired a laugh from him. The sort of laugh that startles him, because he hasn’t laughed in so long and this silly scene got to; him, covering his mouth in surprised, while Laurance’s expression goes from “I hate this” to beaming. Maybe tease him, “it nice to know you take amusement in my struggles” and laughs when Vylad stutters, trying to explain himself sbsjdndnd

DANS NUDES LEAKED

Okay okay now I have your attention listen up bitchianos:
I have spent all morning sobbing because Phil Lester is TOO UNDERRATED and I’m gonna do something about it. So here’s the plan; on Phil appreciation day (August 14th) those in the Phil Lester defence squad or anyone in the phandom who is subscribed to both Dan and Phil, will post endless photos of Phil and text posts on why he’s such a beautiful human being and we will work together to persuade dangirls that Phil is a perfect human being as well.

Dan has over 2 MILLION more subscribers than Phil and I honestly don’t understand why. I mean I know you can have an opinion and a preference, but 2 MILLION?! Seriously?!

I’m going to get Phil the same amount of subscribers and credit as Dan if it’s the last thing I ever do on this earth.

2

Why I love monkey?
Monkey may be mean but inside she’s just a softy
You have to be rough and tough to make it in Kubo’s world, which is why I honestly think monkey didn’t make it to the end of the film
I love her so much, but she wasn’t tough enough- also considering she’s just Sariatu in another form really shows that too.
Up in the heavens according to monkey herself, she says something along the lines of “my family was perfect”
Perfection, obviously something that we all aren’t, and apparently Sariatu wasn’t. She was strong but grew weak and that was what happened with monkey. Monkey is a metaphor to me. That constant help you’ll receive can die out, but you have to move on with that in mind.
Monkey is an amazing character in this movie because she pushes Kubo along, and with the help of beetle they make it to at least the second to final battle. I’m not sure if you guys get where I’m going here but I’ll end it off like this
Don’t mess with the monkey
She knows what she’s doing
Even if it gets herself killed
It’s helping Kubo.
Which she did
As we see he’s quite alright at the end.
And that really is the least of it.

anonymous asked:

Why am I so ugly? Honestly tho it sucks no one likes me

“The universe took it’s time on you, crafted you precisely, so you could offer this world something distinct from everyone else, so when you doubt how you were created, you doubt an energy greater than us both.” – Rupi Kaur

You are perfect as you are and have so much to offer this world.

You Owe Me

Originally posted by six-refs

You sighed and nervously smoothed out the coktail black dress that clung perfectly to your curves and ended at your knees. “Oh my god for the last time Y/N, you look great now will you go please?”

You glared at Julie, your roomate and best friend, then fixed your hair one last time before turning from the mirror. You weren’t one for blind dates, but Julie had insited that she found the perfect match for you and wouldn’t quit bugging you until you agreed to go on a date. Although, you wouldn’t call ‘I’m not doing anything today’ as an agreement but you honestly had nothing better to do so why not.

“I still don’t know about this Jul,” you confessed as she packed multiple things in your purse, including condoms “just in case.”

“Are you kidding me? You look like some hot studd and if he doesn’t compliment you at least 15 a minute, then you’re out of there. Okay?”

You laughed and shook your head. “You have my word. What does he even look like besides ‘super cute and worthy of you’?”

“Now, now, I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise now would I?” she smirked and shoved your purse into your hands then quickly ushered you out the door. “Now go and have fun! Love you!”

You huffed as she closed the door shut behind you. “This better be good,” you mumbled under your breath.

_

A couple minutes later, you arrive at your destination. Opening the doors to the restaurant, you marveled at the high ceiling, sparkling chandelier, well-dressed waiters and not to mention the amazing smell of food. You selfconsciously smoothed your dress and subtly fixed your hair as you looked for your mysterious date.

You were so focused that you didn’t even see the waitress approach you. 

“Miss?”

You snapped your head in her direction, startled. “Yes? I’m sorry. I’m here on a date.”

“It’s no problem at all. What’s the last name?” She asked politley.

“Um,” you whipped your head in every direction. Another reason why blind dates were never your thing. You swore you’ve looked at every single person and were about to give up when your eyes landed on a quite handsome stranger. He returned your gaze and gave you a small wave.

“Actually he’s right over there, thank you.” You sauntered quickly towards the man’s direction and shyly smiled as his eyes drank your figure.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that I was late.” You explained as you got within earshot and he stood to greet you.

“I usually don’t tolerate lateness, but since you’re so beautiful, I could make an exception,” He smirked which made him 100% more handsome. Calling him handsome would practically be an insult. This man was a fairytale. An illusion. You realized that you were too busy gawking at him that you hadn’t replied.

“Uh y-yeah. I mean um thank you.” You mentally kicked yourself and felt yourself turning red.

He let out a a small chuckle and held his hand out. “My name is Rafael, but you can call me Rafinha.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Rafinha. I’m Y/N.” You accepted his hand and as you were going to release, he swiftly brought your hand to his mouth and brushed his lips against your knuckles while maintaining eye contact.

You swore this man would be the death of you.

“The pleasure is mine Y/N.”

Oh the way your name slid off his tongue was just sinful, and you would’ve been convinced you were dreaming if it wasn’t for his hand still lingering on yours. Rafinha pulled your chair out and you sat down while he did the same.

“So Y/N,” Rafinha took a long sip of the wine that was already on the table, eyes raking over every inch of your skin. “Tell me about yourself.”

And just like that, you began to carry a conversation with Rafinha as if he was a distant friend simply catching up on lost time. At first you, were making small talk but that easily turned into light converstaion filled with jokes and laughter. You talked about a your profession and was taken aback when he mentioned he was a footballer. Rafinha could talk all day about football and often apologized for talking too much about it, but you only encouraged him to talk more. He was indeed nice, charming, and funny which was everything you could hope for.

Boy, would you be thanking Julie for the rest of the week.

_

“Thank you for dinner, Rafinha,” you said as you set your dessert spoon down.

“No problem, I won’t make you pay me back only on one condition.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” You questioned as he leaned closer to you.

“You have to go on another date with me tomorrow night.”

You feigned a serious expression, really thinking hard about his propostion and almost laughed out loud when you saw the slight worry on his face. “Well…” you began.

Then he quickly added, “If you say no you have to pay half.”

You broke and let out a string og giggles, which eased him back to his confident demeanor. “Okay. You have yourself another date.” You couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering in your stomach when you saw his eyes light up. “But only because you’re paying.”

Rafinha threw his head back and laughed heartily. “So that’s how it’s gonna be huh?”

“That’s exactly how it’s gonna be,” you assured.

“Can I walk you home?” Rafinha offered you his arm as he stood up.

You slipped your arm gracefully through his. “Gladly.”

_

When you stepped out of the restaurant, you were welcomed with the cool, yet pleasant, night air. As you walked, Rafinha still carried the conversation, effortlessly talking about anything that came to his mind.

You took the long way home which required you to pass by a small local restaurant and a fountain. When Rafinha’s heard the restaurant playing a soft slow song he immediately stopped in his tracks.

You turned to give him a questioning glance when you saw the mischivieous smirk on his face. You knew what he was thinking and immediately started shaking your head. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

He slowly sauntered towards you and offered his hand out. “Yes.”

You shook your head again and backed away from him. “I don’t dance Rafa.”

“Not yet you don’t.” He kept coming closer to you until he was able to grab both of your hands and guide them around his neck.

“Rafa-”

“Shh, darling, I’ll teach you. It’s easy just follow me.” Rafinha wrapped his arms securely around your waist and swung your hips steadily to the relaxing music. “See? You’re doing good.”

You snorted and shook your head. “I’m barely even doing anything though.”

He leaned forward so his lips grazed your ear and whispered, “Exactly.” You felt a shiver run down your spine and your heartbeat pickup as you noticed how close you actually were to him. Then he pulled his head back and gazed into your eyes intimately. You ducked your head to hide the giddiness that suddenly came over you then rested your head on his chest, him softly humming the tune.

It was perfect. The two of you slow dancing under the night sky decorated graciously with stars, the warm wind occasionaly blowing lightly around you, the soft noise of the water splashing from the fountain and the blissful music topping it all off. 

Just as you were getting familiar with the movements he “taught” you, Rafinha stepped back. Before you could ask why he spun you in a circle then brought you close again and dipped you effortlessly. You were at a loss for words.

Rafinha kept you in that position for a while, you both examining every feature on each other’s face. His eyes were glued to your lips and your eyes to his. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear the thumping of your heart by now. Rafinha was slowly leaning in closer and closer.

By the time his lips were barely skimming yours, a loud buzzing interrupted you both. Your eyes snapped open. Rafinha’s eyes were the same size as yours as he brought you up from your recent position. “I think that’s your phone.”

“Oh y-yeah.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his. He was incredibly breathtaking to you and you couldn’t help yourself as you kepy staring at him.

He smirked and glanced at your purse then back to you questioningly. “Are you gonna get that?”

“Right!” you snapped yourself out of your trance and dug through your purse and grabbed your phone. Stepping a couple steps away from Rafinha before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/N! Hey I’m so sorry about tonight. If I had known sooner, I would’ve told you.” Julie exclaimed on the phone.

“Wait what?”

“Marc. He was your date and he didn’t show up. He said something about being stuck in traffic and had to cancel.” As Julie rambled on about how she wanted to kill Marc, you slowly glanced turned to glance at Rafinha behind you.

Rafinha returned your gaze and gave you an ‘is everything okay?’ look which you returned with a forced smile before turning back around. “Uh hey Julie I’m gonna call you back.” You said and hung up before she could say anything else.

You breathed in and out deeply and eventually turning around. Not bothering to walk closer to him, you stood where you were. “Who are you?”

Rafinha raised an eyebrow and took a step closer to you. “What do you mean, Y/N?”

“You weren’t supposed to be my date so who are you?”

Rafinha sighed heavily and hung his head. “Okay, you’re right. I’m not your date. Truth is, I was at the restaurant by myself because I got out of this relationship a while ago and it was really hard for me so I came here to get my mind off everything and to not focus on relationships anymore but then I saw you and you were just so gorgeous and I had to meet you and I know what I did was wrong and I’m sorry and-”

“Rafa, hey.” You held his face in both of your hands. “It’s okay. Honestly, I would’ve rather had a date with you than anyone else.”

At that, his face broke into an enormous smile. “Well, you should consider yourself lucky you have a second date with me then.”

You looked at him incredolously. “Woah, woah, woah there buddy,” you said while laughing. “If anything, you should consider yourself lucky.”

He shrugged and offered you his arm again. “Whatever you say, princesa.”

Grasping his arm and sliding yourself by his side you said, “Well just for tricking me, you owe me another date then.”

Rafinha chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lips lingering there. “I guess I do.”