smile so effortlessly

Caffeine Challenge #11

“Have a nice day!” I said waving at the back of my precious customer. My smile not quite so effortlessly stretched across my face.

“You don’t actually mean that, do you?” Al questioned, raising a well groomed brow at me so I could see the full gradient of her pink eye shadow and frankly, it was an impressive gradient.

“Of course I don’t.”  The smile dropped off my face and turned into a pained grimace, that still looked more like a smile. It hurt but it wouldn’t go away. If only it didn’t take so many muscles to show my displeasure.

“Oh,” Al looked at the customer sitting down in a corner booth. I could see her trying to figure out why I hadn’t meant that; the cogs in her head working together to come to a sensible conclusion, “She didn’t say thank you, did she?” And yet totally failing at it.

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The food was served as you sat opposite of Jungkook and Adrianna. Whenever Jungkook would turn to say something to Namjoon or Jimin, she would look at you and smile mischievously, which just made your stomach churn with anxiety. Se Jun sat next to you and nudged you. Looking at him, he sighed.

You okay? He asked for the millionth time and you shook your head. You could see Jungkook staring at you from your periphery, but you looked at Se Jun and sighed.

Can you excuse me? You murmured to him and Se Jun nodded sadly. Scooting your chair out, you stood up. Everyone’s eyes fell onto you and you plastered on a fake grin. Don’t mind me, keep eating! You cheerfully exclaimed and the guys all nodded and continued to pal around as they ate.

You left the back room that the group had rented out and walked to the restroom, you praised the heavens that it was a single stall and let out a heaving sigh. This is your fucking fault. You told your reflection in a shaky and tearful voice. If you just told Adrianna, you wouldn’t feel this way. You mumbled and tried to hold the tears at bay. You always knew that Jungkook had to act all cute and boyfriend-like with his fans, but watching him with Adrianna was a totally different experience. The way he would smile so effortlessly and look at her like she was the only one there, you realized just how good of an actor he really was, but then your mind began to doubt. Maybe he’s not acting. You whispered to your reflection, your heart sank and the tears began to well up. Maybe he’s acting with me. You looked at your reflection, you were a mess, your hair was out of sorts, your eyes were bloodshot, and your shoulders slumped. A crisp knock on the door took you out of your trance. Wiping your tears, you opened the door to see Adrianna, her bubbly smile came bouncing into the bathroom.

You will NOT believe what just happened! She said, totally disregarding your disheveled and broken state. Jungkook asked to get ice cream with me! JUST ME! She grabbed at your hands and began jumping around. She seemed to go blind to the fact that you weren’t jumping with her, or she just didn’t care that you weren’t as excited by the news. You took a deep breath and nodded.

I have to go, have fun. You responded quietly, but Adrianna was too preoccupied looking at her own reflection to give two shits that you were practically in sobs as you walked out of the bathroom. Going back into the room, all of the guys were huddled around Jungkook.

I can’t believe you would do that to Y/N. That is her best friend. Have you gone fucking insane? Jin reprimanded the youngest member as he sat there, staring at the chair that you had sat in during lunch.

Not only is she Y/N’s best friend, but this crosses a line with your relationship! Namjoon continued. It seemed as though the group wasn’t too happy with how Jungkook was taking Adrianna out.

If this is your way of getting back at Y/N for not telling Adrianna, you’re fucked up. Just break up with Y/N if you’re just going to treat her like this. Yoongi said simply and shook his head, Jungkook looked up at Yoongi with a broken expression.

That’s not what this is about, I — He stopped when you cleared your throat.

Sorry to interrupt, I just need my purse. Adrianna is waiting at the front for you, Jungkook. Bye, guys. You gave a pathetic wave, as your small voice broke the group’s hearts. Jungkook tried to grab at your hand as you took your things, but Hobi put his arm around your shoulders instead.

Hey, why don’t the six of us go with you and get coffee or something? He asked, obviously trying to cheer you up. You started to shake your head, but then a part of you didn’t truly want to be alone and you nodded.

That would be nice. You replied and the guys all clamored up to go with. Jimin scowled at Jungkook before smiling at you and offering you his arm.

Shall we, m’lady? He bowed a little and you laughed. Taking his arm, you didn’t glance back to see Jungkook sitting there with his mouth slightly ajar and a look of conflict on his face.

Juuuungkooooook, let’s goooooo! Adrianna called and Jungkook closed his eyes, breathing in slowly. He looked at the doorway that you and the guys had just left out of before standing up. Se Jun shook his head as he called for the car to take Jungkook and Adrianna. Jungkook looked at him with a desperate gaze.

I didn’t even get to explain to them why I asked Adrianna out. Jungkook said and Se Jun stopped his motions, turning to look at Jungkook.

Why did you ask her? Se Jun inquired, Jungkook looked at him sternly.

The whole point was so I could tell Adrianna that Y/N and I are together. I wasn’t doing this to make Y/N jealous, nor was I doing this to lead Adrianna on. Jungkook explained.

Why would you do that? Se Jun asked.

Because I know Y/N, I watched her twist her napkin and twirl her fork around her food. She only does stuff like that when she’s upset, she was completely distraught, so I thought that if she couldn’t break the news to Adrianna, maybe I could. I wanted to tell her, but Adrianna ran to the bathroom before I could and the guys didn’t give me a chance to breathe before they started accusing me of cheating on Y/N or stabbing her in the back! Jungkook exclaimed and Se Jun sighed, he tried to think of the right thing to say, but nothing came up.

Se Jun had taken to liking Jungkook as a person, and as an idol. All of BTS was very humble, but Jungkook seemed the most driven, he simply wanted to succeed. Before you had come along, Jungkook was waking up early and going to bed late, with only work on his mind. But once you came into the picture, the guys were all able to have their maknae back, he smiled and laughed, enjoying being around them. Se Jun believed wholeheartedly that it was you that caused this change in Jungkook, you showed him that it was okay to stop and smell the flowers. So Se Jun wanted nothing more than for you and Jungkook to work through this, but he shook his head at the way it was being handled.

Your car is here, I will go with you two. Se Jun spoke quietly and Jungkook nodded. 

As Jungkook made his way into the car, he knew he would be breaking someone’s heart today, he just didn’t realize it would be yours. 

Late Night

Title: Late Night

Rating: Super super super mild mention of death
Summary: Baz thinks of Simon and all the things he has done just to get to him.
Word Count: 0.8k words
A/N: Based off of Twenty One Pilots’ “Tear in my heart” lyrics,

“You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time, but that’s okay I’ll just avoid the holes so you’ll sleep fine. I’m driving here I sit, cursing my government for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement.”


It’s seven in the evening and Simon Snow snores quietly in the seat beside Baz. He rubs his eyes and blinks quickly, his pupils narrowing in the dim evening light.

From what Baz doesn’t know, but Simon was exhausted after a day out, going back to Watford to collect miscellaneous things left behind. Baz knew how delicate the subject of their former education was, but he insisted on going. Before they left, they picked a little fight about who drove back to central London.
“Baz, I drove to Watford, therefore you should drive back!”

He was seriously regretting not driving going there, as the waning light was quickly fading, leaving a caffeinated Baz to still feel drowsy.

The drive was easy and empty, a four lane freeway shrouded with bushes and trees on each side, lit up by the accompaniment of synthetic street lights.

Baz envied Simon, as he was as tired as the sleeping boy.

Baz was alone, with only a sleeping soul and his lingering thoughts.
He smiled softly, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. Baz remembered the events of today. The rosy pink of Simon’s lips against his freckled skin, the way he smiled so genuinely and effortlessly, his ability to carry on doing what he does best, being Simon Snow.

Two words escaped Baz’s lips.
“If only.” The words held so much more than six letters.

Ever since those nights, those terribly wonderful nights Baz knows Simon loves him, and Simon knows Baz loves him. If only he knew how long Baz has pined for him and longed for these small moments. He ached to tell Simon how much he loved him, but he was never good at expressing his feelings, nonetheless his feelings for him.

Baz allowed himself a few seconds to gaze at the boy beside him.
Never would he of thought that there was a timeline in any known universe that he would end up with Simon, the boy he was brought up to destroy.
How, for the life of him? How did Baz get so lucky?

But, Baz wasn’t lucky at all. He lost his mother, and he lost his friends. He threw away everything he had ever known and ever loved for a boy he didn’t know loved him back. He smiled, thinking about how meant to be they were. How lucky he really was to meet Simon Snow

He reached for the silver knob on the car radio and tilted it to the left.

“You were an old soul, with a heart of gold. Oh, you’re beautiful, like the rest of my life with you.”

Baz smiled, his hand brushing over Simon’s. He was more than ready to spend the rest of his indefinite life with Simon.

“All we are is leftover remnants from the sun; all we are is sunbeams, with people names. You have a soul of sunlight, and it brought out the best in you.”

Was Simon the sun? Of course he was. That Baz could say in a heartbeat. While Baz was the darkness, the super villain, Simon was the sun that he inevitably crashed into.

And it was at that moment, when Baz knew how he got so lucky.
He had tried to talk to the sun, to the moon, and they redirected him to Simon.

Baz began to whisper once more.
“Simon? Do you remember when I asked you what if?” The stars blink sullenly. “You told me to save my ‘what if’ questions, for another day.”

“What if things were different, what if a shooting star granted my wish? What if you are for me as I am for you?” He smiled softly. “One day, just months after we met for the first time, I saw the beauty in freckles you didn’t mind.” Baz gazed at the night sky. “But now I tell you, even the universe has imperfections. Their stars serve as the freckles.”

“You may not have been my first love, not by a long shot. But you were my love to make the rest irrelevant.” Baz turned into the exit from the highway.
“One day you will attend my funeral, or I will attend yours. I still don’t know if I’m immortal. Though I know you will not be here forever, I thank the universe that your soul stopped by, if only for a little while.“
“Thank you, for being the sun. For I, had someone to
shield with my darkness, with my super villain aspects.”

“You can talk in tongues of magic and the language of the universe, you understood the moon in the way I did. You have eyes of stars that could swallow hearts, and you hopelessly swallowed mine.”

Baz pulled into their driveway.

“Everyone sees the monster, the boy raised on an invisible. I wholeheartedly accept that. But Simon, I want the world to know that you were my happy shield in a dark world. Before I met you, I was homesick for you. Does that make sense? Thank you Simon. For everything you have done and will do.”

And Baz stopped the car, lightly tapped Simon’s shoulder, and his eyes fluttered open with a smile.

“You’re infinitely welcome, Baz.”

Draco Malfoy Imagine: “Secrets”

hey request where reader + draco meet on the platform & they sit in the traIn together n they get friendly, but reader gets sorted in ravenclaw n they see each other outside classes to keep their “friendship” going but they like each other secretly?

Requested by anon

Notes: ravenclaw reader, some angst

[y/s/c] skin= your skin color

Platform 9 ¾. The train to Hogwarts was about to arrive. Your parents had just left after kissing and hugging you goodbye and wishing you a good year. Your nerves were eating you alive. You could nearly breathe the expectation of other first years in the air. Today was the day your dreams were about to come true at last. All those tales about the magical castle, all the adventures and things you’d learn… You honestly couldn’t wait for that. Your daydream was cut short when somebody bumped into you, making you fall with a thud.

“Watch where you are going!” a boyish voice screeched.

By the time you recovered, the boy had already disappeared amongst the hustle and bustle, but not before you could spot his shiny platinum hair.

You were alone in your compartment. Well, that was a lie. You had the best company in the world: Hogwarts, a History. You had read it so many times you nearly knew the lines by heart. It was your favorite book. You could spend all day immersing yourself in its words, picturing every single nook of the school in your head. A knowing smile played on your lips as you turned a page, already knowing what it would explain. You didn’t get to read that part though. A first year student came into your compartment and closed the door quickly, sighing relieved. He had shiny platinum hair, the same shade of that boy who had run up against you and acted so rudely. It was him, you could feel it.

“Are you going to say hello, or are you going to scream at me like you did before?” you wondered with a pout.

The soon-to-be student of Hogwarts turned around ever so slowly. Your gazes locked and you could finally study his features: pointed face, grey cold eyes and his unique shade of blond hair. It took a few seconds for him to recognize you. He didn’t even hide his annoyance.

“Bloody hell! It had to be you!”

“Hello to you too,” you said rolling your eyes. “You know the way out, if you have a problem. I was just fine reading my book.”

He snorted. At that moment, you heard some voices. His face was nearly comical: his eyes wide in fear, his mouth ajar. Before you knew it, he curled up into a ball and stayed close to the door in an attempt to hide. You saw two boys looking through the little squared mirror, as if searching for something…or someone.

“Have you seen Malfoy?” you heard one ask, his voice half-muffled. He didn’t even bother opening the compartment.

“Malfoy?” you wondered.

“A blond boy,” the other said.

Your eyes settled on the boy, who was shaking his head with pleading eyes. Yes. That was Malfoy, no doubt. The question was: to help him, or not to help him?

“Sorry, I haven’t.”

The pair went looking somewhere else and you glanced at the blond boy, Malfoy. His eyes were still wide, but they weren’t holding fear now. Instead, wonder was gleaming in his orbs, which had suddenly lost their cold quality.

“Why haven’t you given me away?”

You had no idea why, so you answered him with another question, “Why were they after you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

You smiled devilishly and made to open the compartment.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“I’m calling those boys. I am sure they will be glad to find you…” you teased.

“Wait! Don’t do it! Crabbe and Goyle are stupid! I don’t want to spend more time than necessary with them…”

“Why do you have to spend time with them if you don’t like them?”

“Why do you care?” he spat.

“I don’t. I am curious, that’s all,” you shrugged.

You thought he wasn’t going to reply, when he confessed in a low voice, “My father wants me to befriend them.”


“My father is friends with their parents…”

“That doesn’t mean you have to be friends with them, does it? I believe that everybody should be able to choose their friends,” you spoke slowly in order to make him understand your point of view.

He looked thoughtful for a few seconds and stared at you intently, as if taking in your features for the first time: [y/e/c] eyes, [y/h/c] hair, [y/s/c] skin. A grin broke onto his face as he said, “Perhaps you are right… Which house do you think you will be sorted in?”

“I have no idea…”

“Well, I bet you could make a great slytherin… That’s the best house, you know? I’ll be sorted there; I have no doubts about it. All my family has been in slytherin, after all.”

That was the beginning of a friendly conversation. You talked about your expectations, about the subject you couldn’t wait to learn about, about Quidditch… You didn’t even notice you had already got to your destination.

“Come on! We have to hurry!” he urged, even more excited than you.

His expression made you chuckle. Maybe you had made a friend, you thought. Sure, he could be rude, arrogant and mean, but you had a great time chatting with him.

“Hey, I have just realized something… I don’t know your name,” he whispered somehow shyly.

You smiled at him and said, “[Y/f/n] [y/l/n]. What’s your first name?”


The sorting hat had not even touched his head when it screamed SLYTHERIN! You smiled at him and took pity when you noticed those two boys, Crabbe and Goyle, you recalled, sat in front of him.

“[Y/l/n], [y/f/n],” called Professor McGonagall after a few minutes.

The disappointed pout Draco pulled when you were sorted in Ravenclaw made you feel a pang in your chest.

A month passed. You had tried to talk to the boy, but he always managed to wriggle out. He was avoiding you… The question was why. You spotted his unmistakable blond hair while you were in the library. He was alone, no sign of Crabbe and Goyle. That was your opportunity. Silently, you made your way towards him and sat next to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked startled.

“I’m talking to you…” you said flatly.

He rolled his eyes at your sassy response and inquired, “I can see that. What do you want?”

“Why have you avoided me?” you asked bluntly.

Draco’s arrogant posture disappeared and was replaced by vulnerability.

“You are a ravenclaw.”

“So what?”

“We can’t be friends.”

“Who says so? Your father?”

His posture stooped and that was when you knew you were spot-on.

“I am willing to be your friend if you let me… Nobody else needs to know… I mean, we are both clever. We can keep it a secret…”

He stared deeply at your [y/e/c] eyes and eventually, a sly smirk settled on his lips.

“It will be our secret,” he murmured.

Years passed and your secret friendship blossomed. Well, it went even deeper than that, at least for you. You couldn’t lie to yourself: you had fallen deeply in love with him. He was your first and last thought of the day, that one person who could make you smile so effortlessly. You found yourself daydreaming about him instead of focusing on Potions class… Well, how could you not if his cologne was everything you smelled when you brewed amortentia? There was something that was bothering you, though… Lately, you had got the impression that the boy was avoiding you. Besides, he seemed to be more anxious and distracted, as if his mind was elsewhere far from Hogwarts…. He looked paler than usual and had bags under his eyes, due to lack of sleep, you were sure. 

You found him alone in the library, although you could tell he wasn’t really paying attention to the book in his hands. You snaked behind him and said hello. He nodded and pretended to keep reading, but you were having none of it.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He didn’t meet your eyes. He ignored you, instead.

“Draco, answer me,” you ordered more briskly than intended.

At your insistence he could do nothing but shrug and finally reply, “I don’t know what you mean by wrong, [y/n]… I am busy. I need to study… Just leave me alone.”

“We have no exams next week, Draco. I thought slytherins were better at making up excuses… And of course you know what I meant. You have been avoiding me lately. Why?”

He eyed you coldly before rising from his seat and whispering in your ear, “After dinner, the Astronomy Tower. Meet me there.”

When you got to the Astronomy Tower, he was already there, a thoughtful expression etched on his features.


Your eyes locked. You had never seen him so serious.

“Are you going to tell me why you behaved so distant with me, lately?” you demanded, not hiding the hurt in your voice.

He flinched at your tone.

“I… I am doing something, something bad and I… I think it is better if we simply don’t see each other anymore.”

“I don’t see why our friendship should end just because you think you are doing something bad.”

“You don’t get it, [y/n]! I am doing something for You-know-who! Can’t you see? I don’t want to drag you into this mess!”

His tone was desperate. Your eyes filled with tears. 

“You-know-who? Draco… A-are you…? I mean, do you…”

You struggled to get the right words out, but the blond boy got the message anyway. He rolled his sleeve up as an answer. There. The Dark Mark. You let out a choked gasp and stared at the skull with a snake.

“Why?” was all you asked him.

“I-I have no choice. M-My family. I don’t want them to die,” he said in a quivering voice, fighting back tears that threatened to stream down his pale cheeks.

It hurt to see him in this state. He was always pleasing his father. Always living up to the expectations of a pure-blood family. He did it as a kid, and he kept doing it now. Nothing had changed. He was still the same boy you had hopelessly fallen in love with.

“Draco… I still want to be your friend.”

“It’s dangerous,” he refuted coldly.

“We’ll keep it a secret, like we have always done…” you pleaded.


“Why not? We are still the same, Draco!”

“No, I am not the same.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because I love you! That’s why!” he blew up, breathing hard.

For Rowena Ravenclaw’s sake! He loved you? For a moment you could have sworn your heart stopped beating.


“Just go…” he begged in a broken tone. “Please…”


“[Y/n]…” he warned you.

You grabbed his slytherin tie and pulled him close, kissing him and pouring all your emotions in that one kiss. He was so shocked at first he didn’t even dare to move. Soon, he snapped out of it and kissed you back, making you sigh in the kiss. Your hands draped over his shoulders as his fingers curled into your [y/h/c] hair. Your lungs demanded air too soon for your liking, and when you finally parted, you panted, “I am not giving up on you, Draco. We can do whichever: wait for the end of the war with no guarantees either of us will survive, or keep our relationship a secret now and make the most of it.”

Your words caught him by surprise. You could almost feel his internal struggle in his stormy eyes.

“We have never been caught. There’s nothing to fear now,” you assured him, trying to convince him that it was okay to act on your feelings.

It worked, for all qualms melted away from his silver-tinted eyes. He crushed your lips to yours. You knew what that meant: you had another secret to keep.

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Cold (J-Hope, You) Scenario

Inspired by the song: Back to December by Taylor Swift


That was the only word I could muster the moment I saw him. After months of not seeing each other nor getting in touch through calls or text, all I came up with was a single “hi” when I knew I should’ve said more.

I stood there on the balcony, away from the crowded room of my best friend’s house which has been turned into a celebrity pad. Musicians, singers, and producers were everywhere, celebrating Mina’s first award. Being the good friend that I am, I had to be there to support her. Even though I barely got any sleep from last night and barely had any rest since I had a packed schedule of recording and producing with two artists that morning which went on throughout the whole afternoon.

A loud yell followed by laughters sounded from inside and I figured more guests have arrived. It was late in the afternoon and I watched the sky turn from orange to light pink…to a dark shade of violet. Bringing the cup to my lips, I drank whatever’s left of my Coke. I needed all the sugar to keep me awake.


Licking my lips, I turned at the sound of my name then felt my heart stop when I saw who it was.

He was wearing a gray sweater over a white collared shirt; paired up with black knee length shorts and white sneaks. His hair color has changed to its natural state and has grown longer since the last time I’ve seen him.

Jung Hoseok, my mind processed and a thousand words were tied up with that name; each of them pushing at each other, fighting to be said first.

“Hi…” I croaked instead, losing my voice all of a sudden as I watched him go out of the balcony to stand beside me by the rail. I thought of how pathetic I was, not even having the courage to say his name.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked as he took a sip from his cup.

I gave him a small smile before turning towards to the side to grip the rail, forcing my racing heart to calm down. “It was a little too crowded for me.”

“That’s a funny excuse for someone who goes to concerts, award shows, and music festivals for a living.” He snickered and I sighed, not wanting to turn to him and see the smile I was sure was plastered on his beautiful face.

“I’ve been making a lot of lame excuses lately.” I murmured and the air suddenly grew still. I sneaked a glance at him and saw that he was staring out at the city, a hand in his left pocket.

“Yeah?” He muttered and I paused, wanting to say yes but too embarrassed to admit it.

For the truth was, everything had gone downhill the moment it became over between us. And as the awkwardness threatened to seep through our conversation, I knew for sure that nothing has ever been right the day I pushed Jung Hoseok out of my life.

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and then there’s the fact that evelyne brochu is one of the most brilliant actresses of our age.

her craft damn near requires slow motion because she’s capable of making her silence speak a thousand words, all in a split second.

i mean, just look at that face.

the smile fades so effortlessly, for a second there you have to remind yourself that this person was aware that cameras were pointed at her and she did the same thing approximately a dozen times over and over again.

and yet, the final result is a smile that comes so natural, it makes me believe that these are real events and delphine cormier is an actual human being living this situation real time as i’m witnessing it.

evelyne’s that good. she’s that much in control of her skills. you can’t just do this much with your face unknowingly, it’s conscious acting.

look at her eyes.

her breathing.

it’s so simple. so elegant. so full of lies. so obviously fake. delphine knows it. shay knows it. the viewers know it.

one facial expression and evelyne pushes me back into the abyss of wanting to solve delphine so badly, analyzing the smallest movements of the corners of her mouth and that heart wrenching sadness in her eyes as if they held the answers to the hardest questions of my life.

she does it so effortlessly. how many times did delphine have to pull this smile? in a less sensitive situation perhaps with more credibility… at this point it’s even canon characteristics: she’s dying inside but then again there’s that empty smile because “it’s fine”.

one god damn smile. three seconds of acting and i’m obsessed with the smallest details about delphine cormier.

that’s why evelyne brochu is one of the most brilliant actresses of our age, i rest my case.

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Word Count: 1,347

Request/Summary: “How can you be happy without me?” || Optional bias angst

A/N: Apparently I really like writing about break ups

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Secret Love

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could do something with heavily tattooed Dean, like he’s all rough and tough but with the reader he’s all sweet and caring. And really generous in bed and Sam finds out he’s all sweet with her and says something like I knew you were soft.

Triggers: None, maybe some swearing?

Word Count: 1633

Y/N = Your name  Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Hi anon! I hope this was what you were looking for! Dean’s appearance is slightly altered in this one since he has more tattoos ^^


When you first met Dean Winchester you were kind of shaken by the experience. Not because of the ink the guy sported. Hell no. You loved the tattoos that snaked their way over his arms and peeked out from the neckline of his t-shirt. The stories they told as dark ink met with warm flesh solidified their beauty. Like pieces of art, yet so much more fragile than any painting or poem you knew of. Those could be preserved, retold. But his tattoos, they were short-lived in their beauty. Here one lifetime, gone the next. No, his tattoos didn’t scare you like you soon realised they did many of the other people he was forced to associate with through his work. They fascinated you with their beautiful pain filled and wordless verses.

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He's Your Best Friend But He Likes You - Preference


“(Y/N), where are you?” he asked as he padded through your home.

This was typical you two would spend a lot of time together whenever you two could. And today was no different. He told you yesterday that he would visit you, but you decided that you would do something different today then greet him at the door. Ashton let himself in and knew that he had to be careful, since you would have the habit surprising him and scaring him whenever you could. He would do the same to you, since you two have done this forever, since you were both kids.

He carefully walked through your home, listening to anything that could give away your location to him. But so far he had found or heard nothing, you were like a ninja. He was just waiting for you to come out and scare him. He was going to head to the kitchen, deciding that he should find something to eat, but as he was walking past a closet…

“Boo”, you said jumping out of the closet scaring your best friend.

Ashton’s hazel eyes widened as he saw you. He should have seen it coming, but he didn’t. He let out one of the highest screech that you know that you would end up using against him, since it was one of the girlish screams a guy could do. He was shocked and took a few steps back.

“Was that really necessary?” he said trying to calm down his fastened heart.

“I think it was, you should have seen your face, but I’ll just snap chat it to you, so you could see it yourself” you said as you were selecting him and also checking the box so it could go to your story as well. “Or maybe everyone should see it?”

“Don’t you dare”, he said with a smile.

“Too late”, you said as you hit send and in a few seconds Ashton saw that he had a new snap notification.

He took out his phone and opened the new snap, and there it was, his scared shriek and you added, “such a manly scream…not’ and checked your story and sure enough it was there too. He looked up at you, with a devious smirk. And you knew that look on his face. You immediately began to run away from the hazel eyed lad and laughing as you heard him laugh and start to chase you. You running through your house and you finally ran out of places to run that you ended up running to your big backyard, the yard where you and Ashton would play in when you were kids, the yard that he would try to teach you to how to drum on his practice drum kit, and most of all the place where you and him would share all your secrets.

But this was also the place where Ashton finally realized that he loved you, you two were laying on the grass looking up at the having a camp out in your backyard, since being early summer it wasn’t too hot or cold outside. You two were watching the sun set, and you both argued who had the lamest joke. You were both coming up with really lame ones, but one actually made you laugh. He heard your laugh, and realized how when he was with you, there were no boundaries, he didn’t have to be pretend to be something he wasn’t, he was just Ashton Irwin, your best friend since ever. And just like he was himself with you, you were the same with him. around him you didn’t have to pretend to smile, he would want you to tell him what was wrong, no matter if you thought it was stupid or not, you didn’t have to hide any of your quirky or weird habits, since he didn’t hide his either, you didn’t have to be someone you’re not, because to him you were already perfect, and hearing you laugh and smile so effortlessly that day made him realize that he had always loved you, but just now did he realize it.

He was still on your trail and just as you was going to turn around; Ashton grabbed your sides and softly tackled you to the ground. He was hovering over looking straight into your eyes. His face was so close to yours that his nose rubbed against you’re before he put space between your faces, but still not removing himself from on top of you. He looked down on you and without even knowing it, he kissed you. His lips pressing against yours and you were too shocked to respond.

He quickly broke the soft kiss, you both with widened eyes, and just then he realized what he did. He kissed his best friend, his best friend who didn’t feel the same for him. He got up quickly and ran out, not even giving you a goodbye or explanation leaving you dumbstruck but lightly touching your lips, still feeling the warmth of his lips against yours, and a fast beating heart under your ribcage.


He couldn’t stand it, not anymore. He was at your house. He had snuck into your house because you asked him to. He would do things for you in a heartbeat, but he was finally at his breaking point. He had seen someone else break your heart, and he couldn’t take it. He didn’t mind that he had to pick up the pieces of your broken heart, putting it back together, despite there being a few broken pieces that he couldn’t place back. He didn’t mind that, he loved to see you smile, so he didn’t care if he had to be the shoulder that you cry on, the person you told all your secrets too. He didn’t mind that one bit.

But what he couldn’t stand anymore was that you would never see him as more than a best friend. He tried to do everything for you to make him see him as more. He would take you out to movies, but you thought it was just you two seeing the next big film. He took you out to go get your favorite ice cream, but you just thought it the two of you being hungry at the same time. He would hold you closer, and cuddle you more often, but you just thought he was being more affectionate since you were still heartbroken.

He was stuck in the friend zone, and he wanted out. He just needed to because he knew that if you gave him the chance he would make you happier than any of the guys that you dated ever made you… combined.  But you were still so oblivious to his feelings.

“Michael?” you said as he was sitting blankly on your bed.

“Hmm?” he said as he looked up at you, bringing him out of his thoughts of how he should confess his feelings to you.

“Are you alright, you seem to be spacing out a bit”, you said sitting next to him, noticing that something was bothering your best friend.

“Nothing”, he said with a smile so you could believe him, “are you feeling better?” he asked.

You let out a sigh, “no… I don’t get it Mikey, just when I think I could love someone they do something to break my heart. Maybe I’m not meant to be loved by anyone”, you admitted as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Well you wouldn’t be thinking that, if you dated people that weren’t total assholes”, he admitted a bit too harshly.

“What?” you said not used to Michael acting this way.

“You shouldn’t be dating assholes”, he repeated himself.

“What’s wrong Michael”, you said not knowing what was wrong with your best friend.

“I can’t be your friend, if you keep trying to date other guys… that aren’t me” he admitted, “You say that no one loves you but I do (Y/N)! And I can’t keep doing this, I tell myself that if it makes you happy than that’s fine, but I can’t. I can’t stand seeing you date people that don’t deserve you, and don’t treat you right, and you never once think that maybe I’m exactly what you need. I just can’t, it hurts me too. It hurts to see you crying over someone that is not worth it, it hurts that you don’t think of me anything but your best friend. I thought that maybe that my feelings would go away, that it was a simple crush on my best friend, but eventually I fell in love with you (Y/N). And I thought that maybe you would fall in love with me too, but you haven’t. And it hurts so much to see you fall in love, because I wish that was me that can hold you close, I wish that it was me that can kiss your lips, and I wish it was me when you say I love. And that’s why I can’t be your friend”, he admitted standing up and going to the window that he had snuck into.

You were shocked. Michael, your best friend since who knows when, admitted that he loved you. Something that you never thought would ever happen. You heard him open the window and you immediately stood up and grabbed his hand, keeping him from moving, “Michael, you’re in love with me?”

He looked over you and turned around, he looked at you with intense green eyes, and for the first time you felt so shy looking into his eyes, you felt as shy and nervous as he towered over you.

“Yes, but I’m sorry (Y/N), I know I promised that I would always be your best friend, but I can’t. I can’t stand seeing you fall in love with other guys, it hurts too much, I’m sorry (Y/N)”, he said as he hugged you and kissed the top of your head and walked out.


Why did you argue to watch a scary movie? You hated them with a passion, why anyone would spend time watching a movie that’s its whole purpose it to scare you senseless to the point where you couldn’t even fall asleep at night was beyond you. But you remembered why you agreed to this.

Calum and the rest of the guys.

They always liked having sleep overs anytime they got the chance, and Calum would always make you show up, after all you and him were like a package deal, there really wasn’t anything you two wouldn’t do together. You met through Luke, and instantly became the best of friends. And here you were in Calum’s house watching a scary movie, since this time it was Michael’s turn to decide and today he decided to choose this. What was wrong with him? You really thought he was going to choose something nice like a Pokémon movie, or transformers, but no he had to pick this.

And now here you were wrapped around a blanket hoping that it would protect you from whatever was on the screen. You thought that if you kept your eyes covered, you wouldn’t be scared, but hearing the movie made it worse. You knew that you had to bare it through it would only be at most two hours long, you could do that right?

“Hey (Y/N) are you alright?” Calum asked as he was sitting right next to you like he always does.

“Yea, I’m fine Cal”, you said not wanting to worry anyone, since you knew that the rest of the guys were actually enjoying the movie.

“No you’re not (Y/N), I know when you are lying to me”, he said with a smile.

You were about to tell him, when all of a sudden a loud crash came from the movie, making you scream and bury your head against Calum’s chest, hoping he would protect you.

“You’re scared?” he asked with amusement. You nodded, burying your face further into his body. But then you felt his arms wrap around you, bringing you closer him as he placed his head on to of yours. “Don’t worry I’ll keep you safe” he whispered into your ear, and slowly you felt your fear melt away.

The film was finally over and it wasn’t that bad as you thought, but it could have been since Calum’s arms around you distracted you from it. It was finally time for you all to sleep, since all of you were sleepy.

“Hey (Y/N), how about you go to sleep and we’ll all take care of the mess ok”, he said as he got up and stretched.

“Hey how come she doesn’t have to clean?” Michael asked.

“because she wasn’t the one that was throwing popcorn”, he answered, “(Y/N) I have some of your clothes in the bottom drawer if want” he told you remembering that you had clothes here from spending so much time and sleep overs at his house.

You nodded and made your way to his room to change into your pajamas. As you finished you decided that you should help out the guys a bit, since it really was unfair for them to clean and you do nothing, since you sort of made a mess too. As you were nearing the guys you heard them talking.

“So Calum when are you going to tell her?” Ashton asked.

“I don’t know, I really want to tell her, but every time I true to tell her I just can't”, Calum admitted.

“It’s not that hard Calum, just go up to (Y/N) and tell her that you like her”, Michael added.

“Shut up Michael, what if she heard you”, Calum said with a worried tone.

“You really should tell her though, I mean who knows maybe she will like you too, but you have to try”, Luke said casually.

Your eyes widened. Calum likes you. Your best friend, harbored feelings for you, and they all knew it. You felt your heart racing, why were suddenly so nervous about being here, you weren’t like this a few minutes ago. Were you slowly realizing that maybe you were smitten with Calum without even knowing it?

“I get it, I should tell (Y/N) that I really like her, but she’s also my best friend, and as much as I would love for her to be mine, I can’t risk losing her if she doesn’t feel the same for me. I don’t mind that she doesn’t like me, because just being there for her is enough for me. But who knows maybe one day I’ll tell her”, he said with a confident voice.

He really did love you and maybe you were starting to feel the same way too.


“I told you going out in the rain weren’t a good idea” you nagged as you tucked in Luke to bed, “but no you wouldn’t listen and here you are sick in bed”.

“Come on (Y/N), you know that it was fun. You were twirling in the rain, while I was just jumping in the puddles” he said with a nasally voice and sneezing at the end of his sentence.

“yea but then I told you that we should head inside, but you didn’t listen to me” you said as you placed a tissue box near on his bedside table and the trash bin next to his bed, so he could easily dispose of the used tissues.

“I know but it was so much fun”, he said reaching over for his first of many tissues.

“I know, but I’m here to take care of you, because I am just an amazing best friend. And before you know it, you’ll be back on your feet”, you said proudly.

“Thank you (Y/N)”, he said with a smile and puffed up nose.

“So I guess I’ll get started with your soup, do you want chicken noodle or …”

“Chicken noodle is fine (Y/N)”, he said with a smile, reaching for another tissue to blow his nose.

“Ok then, I’ll get started on that right now, if you need anything just yell for me, or text me if you can’t speak that loud”, you said as you stood up.

You were about to walk away until Luke reached for your hand, holding you in place, “I really appreciate everything that you do for me (Y/N)” he said softly.

“It’s no big deal, you would do the same for me”, you said with a smile before walking out the room to begin making him his soup, “oh and Luke you should take a nap, you need to rest if you want to get better soon.

You were finishing the last few touches to the soup, before pouring Luke a bowl full of your delicious soup. Since you left his room, he hasn’t ever made you bring him anything to his room, so your best guess was that he did take a nap while you were in the kitchen. You were glad that he was resting, since he rarely ever does, which could have been a reason why he got sick in the first place.

You finally poured him a bowl and let it cool for a bit before taking it to Luke. As you were entering his room you were greeted by the sight of him sleeping in his bed. He looked so innocent and actually handsome as he slept. He was sleeping on his side as his hands were clutching a pillow, almost like hugging it. You set the bowl of soup on his desk and just stayed there looking at him.

You wanted to take a picture to tease him, of how childish he looks like when he sleeps, but as you were pulling out your phone you heard him speak.

“(Y/N)” he whispered out.

Your eyes shut up. You have been caught staring at your best friend. But when you looked up you saw that he was still clutching the pillow and that his eyes were still shut… he was still asleep. But then he let out your name again and this time managed to cuddle his pillow as he smiled at you. He had been dreaming of you. You knew that you should leave, that watching him and wanting to listen to what else he was going to say was an invasion of his privacy but you had to know exactly what he was dreaming, especially when it concerned you of all people.

You brought the bowl closer to him placing it on the bed side table, but far enough that he won’t be able to knock it down and stared at Luke’s sleeping form, hoping that any second he would whisper more things out. You watched as his smile grew slowly and how he nuzzled his face into the pillow, but he had yet to whisper any words out to you. But then you heard it, he spoke again.

“(Y/N) I love you too, I always have”, he mumbled out with a large smile etched on his face.

You replayed that sentence over and over in your head, wanting to make sure that what you heard was actually the correct thing and not some trick played on by your ears. But no matter how many times you tried to deny what you heard, you knew that you heard the right sentence.

Luke was in love with you. He dreamt of you admitting that you loved him, and wondered how often he had this dream or was this the first time. You knew that maybe it wasn’t what he meant, sometimes you say things without meaning it, and it’s just that you want to talk. But then you remembered that a dream expresses a person’s inner desires. And you were his. You admitting that you love Luke were one of his inner desires. You wanted to walk out of the house to process what you heard, but you knew that you couldn’t because you wanted to know the truth, because you also had feelings for Luke, your best friend.



Done, never thought that I would finish it since I kept having other things to take care of. But yea, hopefully you guys like it. So let me know what you guys think



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Imagine: Teased (requested by anon)

request:Imagine everyone teasing you and Robbie for liking each other even though he’s four years older than you. 


Robbie set you off in front of school. When you gave him a last peck on the lips and got out of his car you already saw everyone staring at you. “You kiss your father on the lips?” I heard some boys screaming. I just tried to ignore them but once I passed them I heard others talking about me and Robbie. Why couldn’t they just accept that I had an older boyfriend? I know that I was only 15 and he was already 19 but the age difference really didn’t matter. Robbie didn’t act or look like a 19 year old. For me it seemed like he was my age but everyone tried to convince me that my relationship was a bad thing and that Robbie just used me or whatever. “Did you see (Y/N) and her new boyfriend Robbie? I bet he just wants to fuck her and that’s it.” I heard somebody whispering while I passed them. The voice sounded familiar. I stopped and looked to the right. And there I saw that those somebodies were friends of mine. I looked at them in disbelief with a hurt look in my eyes. When they saw me they looked at me bug eyed. And when I was just about to walk away one of them grabbed my arm. “Listen (Y/N) we know that you think this boy loves you and so on… But why don’t you listen to us? We can see what you don’t.” The one holding my arm, Teresa was her name, started. “Which is?” I asked them with a furious look in my eyes. “This boy… He doesn’t like you the way you think he does. He is almost 20 and what do boys this age want? Sex that’s it.” “Alright Teresa. You know what? You should better shut up because you don’t have the slightest idea about my relationship or the way my boyfriend acts towards me. I can’t believe that I once called you a friend of mine. But I can tell you what… It won’t happen again. You should better watch yourself before talking about others.” And with that I just walked away. I was so fed up with all this shit. I was in love with Robbie Kay and nobody in the world could change that. Even our parents accepted our love. I just didn’t understand why all people had to be so cruel and reserved. I walked through the hallway without listening to what others said anymore I didn’t even look at them. I arrived at my locker and put some books in my bag. When I closed it someone was standing behind it. A boy who loved it to tease me. Not only because of my relationship but in general. His name was Tyler. He was a complete asshole and for some reason he just hated me. “Tyler.” I said rolling my eyes at him. “What? Not amused to see me?” He asked pretending to be disappointed. “Not really.”  I said trying to get past him but he grabbed my shoulder and held me back. “I’m not done yet. How rude (Y/N) to just walk away.” He said threatening. I stood in front of him again. “What do you want Tyler?” I asked him impatiently. “I heard you have a new boyfriend… Robbie is it? I’m not really okay with that.” He pushed me against the locker and captured me with his hands. I looked around to search for help but everyone was gone already. “What do you mean?” I asked him confused about his reaction. Was he in love with me or what? “Why don’t you just let go of this idiot and search for someone who really cares for you.” He asked leaning forward. His face now only an inch away from mine. “You mean someone like you or what? Someone who teases me and hurts me and beats me up all day? No thanks.” I said trying to get rid of his grip. “And where do you think you’re going?” He asked sneeringly tightening his grip even more. “Let go of me.” I said threatening. “Or what?” He asked snorting. “You are defenseless (Y/N). So why not giving me what I want?” He asked leaning in trying to kiss me. Before his lips could touch mine I kicked him and freed myself. “Not even in your wildest dreams.” I said as I ran out of the front door. Tears were rolling down my face. I took out my phone, searched for Robbie’s number and called him. While waiting for him to answer I sat down on the ground and leaned against the wall. Finally the beep stopped and I heard someone picking up the phone. “Robbie?” I asked immediately trying to oppress my sob. “(Y/N)? What happened? You sound upset.” He sounded very concerned. “Can you pick me up? Now?” I knew that he was at work but didn’t know what to do. “10 minutes, I’ll be there. Hold on okay love?” Robbie was the one I could always count on no matter what happened. I was so glad that I had him by my side. “Thank you.” I said with a soft tone of voice. “Love you.” He said before hanging up. I got up and stepped away from the entrance. I expected Tyler to search for me but nothing happened until I saw Robbie’s car arriving. He got out and sprinted towards me wrapping his arms around me tightly. “I’m so glad you’re here.” I mumbled into his chest enjoying his scent and the warmth of his hug. “Okay… We’ll drive home now and you’ll tell me everything okay, love?” He said when we broke apart. He had this concerned and caring look in his eyes. “Okay.” I said while getting into his car. When he was just about to drive off I saw Tyler leaning against the wall in front of my school. He stared at me with a satisfied smirk on his face. I was so glad that Robbie arrived so fast because who knows what Tyler would have done to me? We arrived in front of Robbie’s house and got out of the car. He opened the door and walked right into the kitchen. “Where are your parents?” I asked him while sitting down on the huge white sofa. “At work I think.” I heard him putting the kettle on. He returned with a big cup of tea and some cookies. “You didn’t have to do that.” I said looking up at him with a smile on my face. He was the only person to make me smile so effortlessly. “But I wanted to.” He put the tray on the table in front of the sofa and sat down next to me. “So what happened? Tell me.” He asked while pulling me into his arms. I wrapped a blanket around us and released a sigh of relief. “You know I’m given a very hard time at school. They’re picking on me because you’re “so much older than me”. They tell me to break up with you because “you just wanna fuck me” and stuff like that.” He tightened his hug and gave me a small kiss on the head. “They’re all assholes. They don’t have the slightest idea about our relationship.” He said while caressing my back. “I know and I also told them so. But the worst is yet to come. You know that one boy? Tyler. I once told you about him. He’s always picking on me at school… And today he pushed me against my locker and actually tried to kiss me.” I looked at him afraid that he’d get mad or something. But nothing like that happened. “You know what? Next time he’ll get close to you imma beat his fucking ass up.” He said giving me another kiss on the head. That was another thing I loved about Robbie. He would do everything to protect me. He was so caring and nice to me. I don’t even know how I deserved someone like him. “We’ll talk to your parents and make sure that he gets kicked out of school.” “Thank you for everything Robbie.” I said putting a hand on his chest snuggling even more into his arms. “Everything’s gonna be alright.” He said putting his head on mine. “I love you.” I mumbled. For the rest of the day we watched series on Netflix and in the evening he brought me home to talk to my parents. The next day the principal received us for a meeting.


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Let me tell you something about this man. I’m falling in love with this boy. I love the way he say my name. I love the way he blinks his eyes, I love it when he smiles. I love his voice. I love how he can make me smile so effortlessly. I love the way he walks, I love how he plays the strings of his guitar. I love his flaws and imperfections, I love his dark side when he doesn’t know where to go. I love how i see the other side of him. I love all the things he hates about himself. He hates rain, he’s not amazing at anything but he’s just okay at everything. He’s a broken mirror, that’s really hard to fix, but despite of being broken i still see the light in him. He doesn’t want to explain his side because he thinks that’s just pointless. Often times he’s sad, there are times when he just want to shut the world out and ignore everyone because he just want to sit in silence. He’s complicated and really hard to guess what’s on his mind. He’s a total different. He’s not just a normal guy who cries when he can no longer handle it, curse when he can no longer explain his feelings. He’s no pretender. What you see is what you get, but i can’t compare him to anybody else. He’s just great. He’s a walking contradiction, but he is everything i’ve ever wanted. I don’t mind spending my lifetime with him to have his bad days, his grumpy days, his “i need space” days, his love days, his moody days, his laughing days, his crazy days and his happy days, because he’s everything i’ve ever wanted and i wouldn’t trade him for everything in this world. You see there’s nothing special about hm, but but as soon as you look into his eyes, you’ll his his soul and that’s the time you’ll realize that’s he’s really something that you want to get to know him for the rest of your life.

But there’s just one problem, he doesn’t know that i exist. I mean he knows my name but he doesn’t know about me. When he looks at me, I don’t know if he sees my soul. I don’t even know he will look at me the way i look at him. I’m not his world nor will I ever be. I thought loving someone is not really hard as long as you can feel the butterflies in my stomach, as long as he can make you smile. But i never thought that having this strong feeling towards someone who doesn’t feel the same can hurt you. I hope one day he’ll feel the same, and i hope when that day comes i’m not tired yet. He’s the one and i don’t think i can find someone like him.

Preference #68: One Night


Jack: ‘Stay with me…please…’ His voice sounded somewhat pleading, his hand lingering on the arm about to pull the covers off. You’d met Jack in a pub a few hours ago. He seemed so nice and sweet, and he definitely sparked your interest. Though, you never expected a handsome guy like him to ask for you to stay. It somewhat touched you. ‘Okay.’ You don’t know why you said it so surely, but you felt comfortable with him. Your naked body coming back to him, Jack wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed you. Not like the kisses before, but something more passionate and meaningful. ‘I just want to wake up to you tomorrow…’ He whispered, pecking your lips a few times.You smiled. ‘Then I guess I’m staying.’

Finn: You slipped out of the bed quietly. You’d had one night stands before, so sneaking out while they slept wasn’t difficult for you. You just moved around carefully, try not to make any noises that could stir him. However, as you clasped your bra back on and pulled up your panties, he spoke, ‘You’re going so soon?’ You turned to him. ‘Well, what else did you want?’ He lifted himself onto his elbows. Then you saw it. You’d been with guys every now and then, yet not like him. Not only did Finn possess absolute beauty, but…he looked hurt. He wanted you to stay the night; he expected to wake up to you right next to him. ‘Oh, I don’t know…morning sex, breakfast date, um…coffee?’ He said, concealing his hurt with a nonchalant attitude. You smiled at him. ‘Fine. I’ll stay…because you’re such a cutie…’ You joked, slipping back into the covers with him.

Dan: He seemed so wonderful. He made you laugh, smile, and all so effortlessly. You assumed guys like him would be awkward, timid or shy around girls like you (admit it, you looked pretty fucking awesome in that red dress). At first, he hardly spoke to you. Awkwardness had been thrown into the air and you both simply stood there as your friends flirted nearby. He was the wingman and you were the wing woman. Though, you think you had more success than your friend did, especially when Dan invited you back to his dorm room. You loved his room. All the nerdy things you loved were on display for you; you saw tons of hand-made drawings from people who watched him on YouTube (he appeared pretty popular, though he didn’t boast about it). So, standing by his bed, watching him sleep while you searched around for articles of clothing, made you feel somewhat bad for ditching him. But honestly, what man would want you if not for one night? You looked for your shoes when you heard him turn over in his sleep. ‘Hey there,’ He said groggily. Your stomach churned. ‘Hey…’ ‘You’re going?’ ‘Um…yeah…’ ‘Why? I thought we got on well.’ ‘We…We did. I just-‘ ‘-You think I don’t actually like you, so I wouldn’t be bothered by you leaving?’ ‘That’s how it usually goes.’ He took your hand. All the things in your hand fell into a heap beside you, ‘I’m not like that. I really like you, Y/N. Don’t go…Come back to bed and cuddle with me.’ You did. You fell in love with him right there. You fell fast and hard. Dan brought you back into his arms, delicately kissing you as they enwrapped you underneath his covers.

Phil: You never pegged him for a one night stand kind of guy. You thought he’d ask you out on a few dates, ask you to be his girlfriend in a cute dorky way, and then have sex with you. Instead, you found yourself lying in his bed naked late in the night. You’d both spent the night rolling around in bed, touching each other so softly and intimately that you thought you skin was on fire. You’d fallen into a deep sleep right next to him moments afterwards. The morning sun peeked through the curtain windows in the early hours, and you could hear a morning bustle outside his door. It killed you to slip out of his arms, since he gave you the greatest night you’d ever had and not just sexually either. Although right when you moved away from him, you heard his deep voice talk into your shoulder, ‘Don’t leave. Stay with me, please?’ You smiled. ‘Sure.’