smiled because you knew

As a kid, I used to think love was when you thought someone was pretty and they let you hold their hand. I would send out the letters to every girl that caught my eye and I would wait anxiously for a reply. I carried that trend into my adult life–pairing myself with any pretty girl that didn’t find me repulsive.

So when you asked me when I knew I loved you. I was tempted to say it was when we held hands for the first time and I felt it in my gut, but it was seven months later, a week after I met your family, that double date with your best friend and her loud boyfriend. During one of his many stories, you reached for my hand under the table and smiled at me because you knew how irritated I was getting. I tried to master a smile back at you but my lips turned to concrete. I felt it like I had never in my life: butterflies.

All my life I’ve been building walls and towers so high you couldn’t see what was behind; my fears and insecurities. Perhaps that’s why I always looked for battles and challenges, even when there wasn’t any. I always looked for ghosts to fight and demons to shoot so I would keep myself busy. Then, you came along and you made it easy for me. You laughed at all my jokes, especially the terrible ones and made me special, safe. I couldn’t fight this and I didn’t want to because it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I knew instantly that you didn’t want to change that part of me which always looked for the hard path but you would encourage it, standing by my side. So that’s what love is, not the absence of a battle, but fighting together.

—  A collab between my immensely talented friend @writingbykawelwa & @giulswrites
Finding you

Originally posted by taesscripts

Words: 5992

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.

Description: Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?

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Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.

A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X

You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.

Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.

After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.

Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.

“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.

“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”

“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”

“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.

“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”

“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”

“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”

“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.

“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.

“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”

“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.

“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”

“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”

“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”

“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.

“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”

“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”

“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”

If only you knew she trusted you with every part of her soul. If only you knew she would stay awake late at night worried sick about you, wondering if you were okay or if you got that promotion at work.

If only you knew she had so many planned surprises set aside just for you, to show you how much she appreciates you. If only you knew she brags about you to her friends and family about how lucky she is to have found you.

If only you knew that the reason why she wears a smile is because she really believed she found someone real. If only you knew just how many insecurities she has beneath her beautiful eyes.

If only you knew just how hard it was for her to accept the fact that you don’t love her as much as you prmoised. If only you knew how hard it has been for her to move on 3 years later.

If only you knew what it felt like to be cheated on.

—  Tenari Ioapo // Please stop teaching the generation of today that side chicks, flings, mistresses, f**k boys and cheating is acceptable, because it isn’t.

Quotes that are NOT Shakespeare:

1. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

2. When I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew (Arrigo Boito)

3. Expectation is the root of all heartache (unknown, but not Shakespeare)

Quotes that ARE Shakespeare:

1. Fie, foh, and fum / I smell the blood of a British man. (King Lear)

2. If you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. (Henry V)

3. I’ll do it in my shirt (Love’s Labour’s Lost)

Conclusion: ????

Check your goddamn sources and revel in the fact that real Shakespeare is far more entertaining than faux Shakespeare.

Imagine Castiel hearing you pleasure yourself

I wrote this for @splendidcas and for me and you and yeah. Tags under the cut

Castiel was trying desperately to ignore your moans of pleasure coming from the room down the hall, cursing his angel hearing. He flipped through the magazine over and over, until he couldn’t handle it anymore. He wanted to blame his vessel on this discretion, but it was the way your voice echoed in his ears, all the way down to his now hard cock. Trying to flood out your whimpers, he clutched the magazine; finally rolling his eyes in false annoyance, he threw it down on the table. His hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his black trousers and let free his hardness. Castiel breath out a sigh of relief as his cock sprang out, he palmed the head gently and slowly worked his hand down his shaft. He let out a soft groan, sliding his right hand up and down his cock. He listened to the sounds coming from your bedroom; a low buzzing from your vibrator and your soft moans. Castiel bit down on his lip, working faster to relieve himself to you pleasuring yourself. He envisioned your naked body, legs spread wide open; your hand moving the sex toy in and out of your tight wet pussy. How he wanted to bury his face between your legs and never leave; his hand worked faster and faster, jerking his hips up in the air. He slammed his left on the table, just as you let out a loud stuttering groan, recognizing the name you called out.

“Oh, Cas…Cas..”

The angel’s eyes rolled back just as he reached the edge, warm cum squirted onto his hand and trousers. Castiel let out a sigh of relief, relaxing back into the chair. He quickly cleaned himself up and tucked his cock back into his pants. He listened for more sounds from your bedroom; the sound of you walking and opening your closet door was all he heard. After a few minutes, he heard your door open and your footsteps moving toward the bunker library; where he was. He quickly grabbed the magazine and pretended to be invested in an article about onset diabetes.  You walked in looking flushed and relax, shocked to see the angel sitting at the table.

“Uh, hey Cas. I didn’t know you were here,” you died internally, wondering if he heard what you were just doing. You had thought you were all alone, the Winchesters had left to the store.

“I’ve been here for quite a while,” Castiel gave you a small knowing smile.

“Oh,” you murmured, because surely he knew. He had to know, with his damn angel hearing. “You..didn’t happen to-”

“I did,” the angel confirmed your terror. “Especially the last part.”

You watched Cas idly flip through the magazine and you swore the handsome angel had a smirk on his face. Completely embarrassed, you rubbed at your neck not knowing what to say.

“Just so you know,” Cas closed the magazine and looked up at you. “I’d be more than happy to take the place of your sexual device.”

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poems i would write you | shawn mendes

word count: 9,018 (i was gonna split this up, but decided to just keep it together. it’s long. put on your favorite sweatpants and grab that bag of hot cheetos you’ve been saving before you dig into this thing.)

author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? BERRY’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND. welcome to the first installment of my college!shawn series, which takes place during Y/N’s (that’s you) freshman year. it’s got fluff, angst, and some pretty stupid decisions on everyone’s part. title from “shot down” by khalid, as per a recommendation from @light-up-shawn. enjoy.


Your name: submit What is this?

i.

Upon your arrival to college, you had been on the receiving end of entirely too much advice from various relatives, older friends, and even strangers. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t sign up for eight AM classes, don’t drink the “jungle juice” at any frat parties.

Your parents had told you to focus on your studies and seek tutoring help if you needed it. Your sister had encouraged you to join a sorority to really be at “the heart” of university life, as if you knew what that meant. The only advice your cousin gave you was to always remember your room key and to pack a pair of shower shoes, the latter of which she accompanied with a shudder - you could piece together that anecdote on your own.

But nobody had prepared you for this particular problem.

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DATING CAMILA MENDES WOULD INCLUDE

since nobody is writing about how camila is sooooooooo girlfriend material (and im so in love with her), here it is:


•  it all started with you two being good friends, and as friends, you kept getting closer and closer

when she found out that you were into girls she smiled so big for herself 

• bc you were this cute girl that since she looked at you she wanted to get to know better 

• at first you texted a lot, and everytime she saw something funny she sended it to you

• bc she knew it would make you laugh and that would make her really happy

• then you started hanging out everytime that she wasnt filming for riverdale, like in between takes you’d go to where she was and take her to grab lunch or something

• you tried getting spoilers from her but even tho she really trusted you already she couldnt tell anything

• but she loved how you got so frustrated bc you. needed. to. know.

• so she teased you a lil bit, saying things like ”this may or may not happen”

HOW SHE ASKED YOU TO BE HER GIRLFRIEND before that everybody thought you were a couple anyway

• you were sick, like really sick, so she being the caring “friend” that she is showed up at your place w some soup, and why not flowers (something that she learnt from playing veronica) 

• even tho you melted when you saw her with all of that, you didnt want her around  because you were afraid shell get sick too

• but she didnt care, she sat right next to you on the couch and put some movie on netflix

• you were falling asleep with your head on her shoulder and she was looking at you, playing with your fingers

• she probably wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend “properly” like, with a long speech  and give you maybe some chocolate or candy

• but while looking at you the words spilled from her mouth

• “hey do you wanna me like, my girlfriend?”

• “what”

• “what”

• both of you started laughing and oFC YOU SAID YES I MEAN

• so thats how you started dating

• thats when all the fun began hehehe jk

• her phone and yours would be filled with silly photos of you two

• you know that video of her cooking and laughing about it in her ig story? you’d have tons of them doing mostly everything

• like one day, she took your phone while you were showering bc she was bored and her phone didnt have any battery, and going through your camera roll she found this video you took from her while she was watching her favorite movie because you loved how her eyes lighted up whenever her favorite scene was on the screen and how loud she screamed when something “surprising” happened even tho she watched it thousands of times

• she would do the same, because you’d have that kind of relationship

• she comments on every single one of your pics, really short comments like “i love you” “im in love” “mOM” “gorgeous” “mine”

• her mom loves you, and likes to cook for you bc she seems so nice and lovely

• when she is mad over something really silly, she starts speaking portuguese and you just stare at her while she’s screaming walking around the room until she let it all out

• “i was doing it again?” “yup” “im sorry”

• but theres times where you two are cuddling facing eachother and she is putting your hair behind your ear while smiling and shed say “eu tenho tanta sorte“ or “você é tão bonita”

• you wouldnt get anything of what she said (and she probably wouldnt tell you) but youd smile so big because you knew it was something nice and when she speaks in another language is the cutest thing ever

• PDA !!!!! lots of pda

• but not the annoying type like sucking eachother faces in public, but holding hands, long hugs, cheek kisses, forehead kisses !!!

• at least twice a week you go out to eat or have a cute coffee date, talking bout life sitting infront of eachother, holding hands over the table

• she never fails to make you laugh, she’s always doing goofy things or trying to imitate someone (and failing)  just to put a smile on your face

• its 2:34 AM, the lights are gone, the only source of light is coming from your computer screen and you two are dancing in the living room to some random spotify playlist

• you can go from steamy hot makeout session on the couch to sloppy slow kisses filled with love

• she sings to you whenever you ask her 

• she is probably singing 24/7 GOD BLESS HER ANGELIC VOICE

• but if you’re having a rough time or you’re feeling sad, she sings to you in a low tone kinda whispering, while smiling sweetly 

• i dont think she is the jealous type  ? but if anyone is looking at you in a way that they shouldn’t she’d wrap an arm around your waist, not like in a “she’s mine back off” type of way, but in a sweet “i love her dont steal her from me” type of way im crying 

• SHE. IS. A. TEASER. LIL. ****

• you tried cooking together, but you endend up getting too “distracted” and burning the whole thing

• “lets order pizza” “but i dont want pizza” “what do you want?” “you”

• she appreciates you and loves you so much bc if she is dating you she is 100% focused on you so she wouldnt be the annoying cheesy type, but definitely cheesy

• when she is away filming or busy with her work she sends you selfies doing funny faces, or videos at set with the cast, or a pouty selfie with a “cant wait to get home :(” that makes you melt inside who wouldnt

• PET NAMES !!! she probably calls you “love/babe/gorgeous”

• and she is your little nugget, of course

• play nights at your place with her friends (and yours) happen a little too often, because is everything you love and need: wine, charades, friends, and eachother

PLAYING CHARADES AND SHE BEING THE ONE TO GUESS WILL BE KINDA LIKE THIS: “oh oh oh i know that one!” “pETER PAN!” “no??? mmmm aLICE IN WONDERLAND!” “what, no?” “WHAT THE HECK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN BABE?!?!?” “no wAY IT WAS F HAPPY FEET”

but it doesnt matter is you win or lose the game at the end of the night, bc she’d wrap her arms around you and say “i win, i have you”

i love her so so so so much okay?????? it ends right here before i start crying she is the most precius lil bean bye

tw: @softnessmalik
Imagine teasing Peter Quill

“Is that a rifle?”

You looked over at Peter with a dazzling grin, “Wow, good job there buddy. It is indeed a rifle. Gold star for Star-Prince.”

He groaned and sighed, “I didn’t know you were doing guns now.”

“I’m sorry, Star-lord,” you threw him an innocent glance. “Did I hurt your feelings? Is the tough brooding man upset that little old me is packing heat now?”

“No,” he muttered looking away. You smiled because you knew Peter would have something to say once he got a look at your gun. “Mine is bigger.”

You snorted, ‘What was that? Are you blind? Look at this beautiful piece I have here, it’s nice and big.”

A devilish smirk suddenly appeared on the handsome man’s face. “Oh, I’ll show you big.”

Biting down on your lip, you nodded to the scene behind Peter. “Let’s kick their asses and I’ll let you show me how big your piece is. Hell, I might even polish it for you.”

Peter winked at you and looked over to the rest of the Guardians.  “Show time, a-holes.” 

Wings of Butterflies

A/N: Adele believes in trilogies, I believe in pentalogies. This is the fifth and final installment to Rotation (I mean it this time). 

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain //


Who knew the South of France could be boring?

Neither the wine nor the men, either the beaches or the crystal clear water could interest you. Your family knew something was up with you, your brother even attempting a heart-to-heart one night to pry deep into the corners of your mind to understand why you weren’t your happy, bubbly self. Even Harry’s family had taken notice, his sister struggling to get more than three word answers from you, either via text or in person, over the last few months.

But you stayed mum. You hadn’t much to say anyway. You’d done a lot of growing, a lot of thinking, since Harry had left you all alone.

If life were divided into chapters, the night he came round and the morning he left made for a very distinct Ending and Beginning.

Harry hadn’t been able to ignore you for much longer than a week. Not because of your persistence—no, you hadn’t reached out to him again since the day he all but vanished from your bed—but because guilt kept gnawing at his conscious every time he looked at his phone. He’d read all the texts—and saved them, too—stared at the missed call notifications, but he hadn’t brought himself to listen to the voicemail you’d left late that evening. He hadn’t mustered up the courage, and he was disgusted with himself for it.

So, with a deep breath, he listened to the message. Better a week late than never, right?

You were crying; well, sobbing was more accurate. You didn’t say anything at first, probably not realizing the recording had clicked on as you choked in search of air. Once you settled down, you laid into him with a few choice words—all of which he agreed with—but it wasn’t the name calling that stuck with him or the way you hoped to never see him again that plagued him with regret. It was your final word, your final question, that haunted him.

Why?

Because there were a million reasons why and none of them excused him for being such a dickhead. And that made him angry, very angry, because there weren’t many situations he found himself completely lost in, unable to navigate the waters, yet here he was drowning in your tears without a buoy or damn life preserver in sight.

So he called.

And, despite being in the library studying for an exam, you answered. You hesitated at first, the stitches holding together your heart pulling at the seams with the sight of his name and his face across your screen, but answered nonetheless.

“Hello?”

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Save Her

Originally posted by 0chlophobia


Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) cheering Hannah up when she needed a friend the most.

Word Count: 1.929

Posted: 07th of May 2017

A/N: Hey guys! I decided to write some Hannah imagines too. I never received any requests for her, so if you ever want to request, I am accepting them.
I hope that you enjoy this fic. Thank you so much for the love and the support that I am receiving from some of you, I appreciate everything! Honestly. Hope you keep on reading my fics and just request if you want some imagines. Thank you.

- G. x


“Hey Hannah, are you fine?” You worriedly asked her as you noticed that she was crying when she got out of Mr. Porter’s office. You carefully threw the pen on the desk and wrapped your arms around your friend’s body, trying to cheer her up.

It happened that you were in the department’s office as the secretary called you to sign some papers for the administration before going home.

“I’m fine, (Y/N).” She answered as she tried to dry her eyes, but too late because you already saw that she was going through something bad. “Don’t worry.” You broke the hug and you gathered the papers that you had to sign. You observed Hannah and she had dark eyes and a soulless body. It seemed like she was about to give up on her life.

“Nope,” You shook your head as you signed the papers as fast as you could. “we’re going to Monet’s and have a cup of hot chocolate.”

“I’m fine, really.” She flashed you a broken smile and you knew that she felt better, because finally someone stopped her and cared. You knew Hannah and she would never bother people to ask for help.

“No way!” You insisted and you thanked the secretary when you finished what you had to do. “You need to tell me some things and you pour your heart out, because you should let everything out.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully smiled at you and you gathered your backpack that has been thrown on the floor before signing the papers.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed her hand and you excitedly led her out of the office. She laughed at you because of your actions, she appreciated how excited you were because no one ever showed her their excitement whenever they would go out with Hannah. You knew that she needed someone beside her, someone who would give her some attention.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Your friend Zach greeted you as he met you in the middle of the hallway and you smiled at him. “Want to join us at Jessica’s house?” You looked at Alex, Justin and Montgomery, who were standing behind him.

“Sorry, I need to go somewhere with Hannah, maybe next time.” You answered as you chose to help Hannah, instead of hanging out with your close friends. You wanted to make some differences and to help someone who was really in need.

“Go with them, they need you more than I do.” Hannah let your hand go, whilst you shook your head. “Go on.” She uncomfortably looked at your friends and they somehow felt disgusting for what they have done in the past.

“I have priorities here, Hannah,” You smiled at her and declined your friends’ request. You gave a meaningful stare to your friends as some of them had issues with Hannah and they just nodded as they understood what you meant. “and, this time, you are that priority.” You looked at her and she flashed you a wide smile, a true and sincere one.

Hannah has been bullied by some of your friends and you have always despised them because of that. They ruined her reputation and you were trying to fix her once again, trying to help her to find the Hannah she lost few months ago.

“Have fun!” Alex happily said as he knew what you were trying to do. Alex was one of the reasons why Hannah got bullied by some students at school and you hated him for touching Bryce’s list to make Jessica jealous. You hated him, but you knew that he was already feeling sorry about it, so you remained friends.

“Thanks, Alex! See you around.” You smiled at them and you started to walk to the parking lot. You led Hannah to your car and you drove to Monet’s.

You hinted that Hannah was happy to be with you that moment. You noticed her singing softly to some songs that have been played in your car and she would even dance sometimes. Her mood was surely different from her mood in the office before.

“Two cups of hot chocolate.” Skye, a waiter and a student at Liberty High, declared as she carried a tray with two mugs on it. She put the blue mugs on the table and she wished you a good day.

“Thank you, Skye!” You sweetly thanked her and she smiled back at you, relaxing her shoulders a little bit. She started to go back to the counter and you glanced at Hannah.

“Why are you so nice to people, (Y/N)?” Hannah curiously questioned as she took a sip from her mug.

“Well,” You put the mug back on the table as you started to answer Hannah’s perplexities. “I never know what’s going on in other people’s life, Hannah. You should always be nice, because you don’t know what could happen to them or what’s going on with them.”

“Then why your friends never bothered themselves to be nice, not even for once.” Hannah asked as she was referring to your friends’ chaos. You remembered how Hannah spent her time with some of your friends before, but she just ended up crying. All she wanted was to have some friends.

“I don’t know, Hannah. I know them for many years now and they are goofballs and assholes,” You sadly shook your head as you said the truth. “but I really don’t know why they threw their hearts away and be that cruel to you, I don’t know why things happened one thing above the other. The only thing that I know is that I’ve always been here beside you and I will always be here to cheer you up, to stand up for you.”

“(Y/N), everything is just so hard.” Hannah bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She thought of the events that happened to her, the days when she felt pity for herself. “I feel empty inside.”

“It is Hannah, I can imagine how hard it was. Unluckily, people mess things up and they barely use their brains to think.” You seriously said and you took the cup to sip from your mug. “I can’t undo the past, but you can always talk about it. I will always listen to you and I will never get tired.”

“I am afraid to bother people.” Hannah said. “People don’t trust me anymore, I would get those dirty looks and those meaningful judging looks from the people around me.” Her tears started to roll down her face.

“People suck.” You sincerely said and Hannah smiled at you. She let her tears stream down her face and she took a sip from her mug. “And you know that I will never judge you, I never did.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully said as she looked into your eyes. She found a friend when she needed one the most and you were so happy that you helped someone. Maybe this is one of the steps how to save a life.

“You don’t have to thank me, Hannah. You shouldn’t feel that you are bothering people when you need help, don’t be afraid to seek for some help.” You told her, hoping that she kept it as some good advices. “So, what are you keeping in your heart? What are your problems, maybe we can solve them, together?”

“Uhm…” Hannah bit her lip and she wiped her tears away, drying her red cheeks.

“Whenever you want, okay? Whenever you feel comfortable on telling me.” You caressed her hand in a friendly way. You wanted to make her feel safe and protected.

“No, it’s not that.” She shook her head. “It’s that I want to have a new start, I want to leave my problems in the past. I know that I can trust you and I will always do.” She positively said. Having you beside her motivated Hannah to begin her life once again, to start a new journey, to see things in a positive way.

“That’s the spirit, girl!” You cheered her and she laughed loudly, finally forgetting of the difficulties and the weight in her chest before. “You don’t work tonight, right?”

“Right!” She answered you with a wide smile, her eyes shining and emanating happiness. “What do you have in store?”

“I am thinking of a movie at Crestmont Theatre right now. I heard from Clay that there’s a cool movie about amazing things tonight.” You suggested excitedly.

“Sure, that’s a nice idea.” She nodded her head enthusiastically and you smiled at her. She seemed a little child, excited for Disneyland. “But before that, can we go to my house? I need to change.”

“Yes, of course.” You smiled at her as you both finished your hot chocolates. You both laughed when you had a simple stare. You both felt great and relieved, mostly Hannah. She found someone who really appreciated her presence and a friend.

Once Hannah opened her bedroom door for you, you already felt welcomed in her personal space. You started to wander around Hannah’s room when she entered her bathroom, preparing for your friendly date together.

Her room was clean and rose-scented. The walls were full of posters and pictures and her school desk was clean too, no messy stuffs around. Everything was on their place and the bed was perfectly made too.

“Hannah?” You called for her attention when she got out of the bathroom. You noticed somethings on her desk that amazed you and you were so curious to know what they were all about.

“Yes?” She stopped in front of the desk, putting her eyes on the things that you found on her desk.

“Why are these tapes here?” You grabbed one and you admired it while holding it in your hand. The tape had a cover with some cute drawings on it and there was a number three drawn with a blue nail polish on one side of the tape. “Is it a project?”

“Oh, no.” Hannah smiled widely. “I recorded them just for something.”

“Can I listen to them?” You shook the tape as you were so astonished that someone still used these stuffs. “How many are there?” You put the tape back on her desk carefully.

“No! It’s not that important.” Hannah protested and she took the blue and black shoe box on her desk. She looked at it for a while before she threw it in one of her desk drawers, together with the tape you were admiring before. “There were six tapes in that box with twelve sides, but I might break them because I don’t need them anymore.”

You looked at Hannah and she had a great big smile on her face. She felt good and wanted during that moment, because she finally found someone who could help her, someone who never judged her, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for her.

“I don’t need them anymore, now that I have my friend with me.” She winked at you and you both laughed, although you didn’t know to what she was really referring with those tapes.

“Always.” You gave her one true smile and she ran to you to give you a tight hug. You hugged her back and you felt nice that you helped her in a copacetic way.

“Thank you.” Hannah mumbled as she rested her chin on your shoulder, lingering the feeling of having a friend with her. You couldn’t understand for what exactly she was thanking you for but you assume that it was for helping her earlier. “You saved me today.”


Twins - Stiles Stilinski AU Imagine

Requested by calypsoathene - Can I have a Stiles Stilinski one where the reader has a twin sister & the pack usually mistake her for her sister and the other way round but Stiles always knows who is who & one day the reader asks him how he knows & he answers something fluffy? :)

Word Count: 1,891

Warnings: None

Author’s note: I couldn’t help myself with the little twist at the end. I hope you like it :)

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by stvlinski

“Hey, I have to go to the guidance office,” Sabrina said as she hopped out of the driver’s seat and closed the door.

“What? Why?” Her twin sister, Y/N asked after she got out of the passenger seat. “Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah,” Sabrina answered as she locked the car and handed the keys over to Y/N, as it would be her turn to drive back home after school. “She wants to go over one of my college applications. I made a mistake on one of them and she’s going to help me fix it,” Sabrina explained.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in class then,” Y/N waved goodbye as she walked towards the courtyard to meet up with her friends. 

“See ya!” Sabrina called out before making her way towards the front office.

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Buckle in kids, it’s time for the long-awaited prompts list for Seungchuchu Week 2017!!  (✧ω✧)

For each day, there is a theme, three prompts according to that theme, and one bonus prompt. For that day, you may take inspiration from any of the five - creating something for the main theme, or directly using the other four prompts.

Please refer to our guidelines for further information. If you have any other questions, our inbox is always open! 

Day 1 ★ Life and Love

  • Accidental kiss
  • Pets
  • How they met
  • Bonus prompt: “Love is friendship set on fire”

Day 2 ★ Culture and Traditions

  • Clothing and fashion
  • Selfies
  • Holidays and festivals
  • Bonus prompt: Boyfriend does my makeup challenge

Day 3 ★ Head and Heart

  • Late night thoughts
  • Pining
  • Communication
  • Bonus: “When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew”

Day 4 ★ Free Day

This day is for you to create whatever you want, so long as it’s still Seungchuchu-centric!

Day 5 ★ Magic and Mystique

  • Mythology/folklore
  • Fairytales
  • Urban or contemporary fantasy
  • Bonus: The King and the Skater

Day 6 ★ Space and Time

  • Future
  • Timezones
  • History/historical
  • Bonus: “Love was the most savage monster of them all”

Day 7 ★ Paths

  • Florist/tattooist
  • Royalty
  • Educational institutions (e.g. college and high school)
  • Bonus: Fake/pretend relationship

Day 8 ★ Celebrations

  • Masquerade
  • Carnival/themepark
  • Birthday
  • Bonus: “Are you feeling it now Mr Krabbs?”

Well, what are you still doing here? Get to work, and become Seungchuchu’s future! We can’t wait to see what you all will come up with!  ☆ ~(‘▽^人)

Both My Hands

Hey guys! I’ve kind of been drowning you in angst lately. Angst is my favourite to write (and read), and I’ve been having a bit of a hard time, so writing the angst has been very cathartic for me. Today, however, we have some straight up fluff and romance.

I’m not entirely sure I’m happy with the way this is written. There were some extreme emotions I was trying to convey, and I just kept tripping over my words. I hope you like it regardless, and if you have any feedback, please let me know! I love to hear from you guys : )

TIMELINE-2015

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“Steve, do you have any idea where James is?”

“No (Y/N), sorry. I thought he was with you,” Steve replied honestly.

You sighed. This was the third time in two weeks he had just disappeared, and each time he returned, after being gone for hours, you could feel the stress on him, and he would wrap his arms around you until he calmed down. But he wouldn’t tell you where he was, what he was doing, or what was causing his distress.

To say you were worried would not be a strong enough sentence. Concerned? No. Scared? Nope. Terrified? Yeah, that sounds about right.

“Alright, well… if he shows up, let me know?”

“Of course, (Y/N). I don’t think you have to worry about anything,” Steve mused. “He wouldn’t do anything dangerous.”

“You can’t feel what he feels when he gets back, Steve…” you replied, pinching the bridge of your nose. “And he hasn’t told either of us what he’s up to. What could he possibly be doing?”

“I honestly don’t know, (Y/N). I’m sure he’ll talk to you, when the time is right.”

You nodded, and Steve walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thanks, Steve. I’ll see you later,” you eventually said, ending the hug.

“Ok. Let me know if you need anything. I could punch him, if that’ll help,” Steve joked.

Despite the concern you were feeling, you laughed. “I might take you up on that offer.”

Back in your apartment, you tried not to worry. You had no work to do. You didn’t much feel like training, and you weren’t in the mood to read. Maybe a nice, relaxing bath would help.

You entered the bathroom, filling the tub with water the perfect temperature. “FRIDAY, could you please play my ‘I’m stressed’ playlist?”

Certainly Mrs. Barnes.

“Thank you,” you replied, as the bathroom was filled with the music that helped you calm down.

Half an hour later, you could feel Bucky enter the compound. He was stressed, as he had been the last few times, but there was also some excitement mixed in with that. You weren’t sure what to make of it. You could feel Tony too. He was ecstatic about something. Had Bucky been disappearing to see Tony?

Soon, you heard a knock at the bathroom door. You knew it was Bucky, but he still called out.

“It’s me, (Y/N). Can I come in?”

You thought for a moment, and then gave him your permission to enter, asking FRIDAY to turn your music off. When he pushed the door open, he smiled warmly at you.

Bucky walked over to you, and perched himself on the step to the bathtub. He didn’t say a word, but you noticed him wringing his hands nervously.

“James… please tell me what’s going on. I can’t… I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me,” you said, after deciding you couldn’t handle the silence any longer.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I really wanted to tell you,” Bucky finally spoke. “I really did. But, I wanted to surprise you.”

Surprise you?

“I’m not going to lie, I did this mostly for myself,” Bucky continued, still not making much sense to you. “But I also wanted to do it for you.”

Is that the excitement you sensed on him? He wanted to do something for himself (which made you feel so happy), and surprise you with it, and it was finally done? But, what did that have to do with Tony?

“James, Love,” you began, pulling yourself to the edge of the tub, to be closer to your husband. “What is it?”

Bucky didn’t reply. He looked into your eyes with so much love, you weren’t sure your heart could take it. Then, he reached out to you, cupping your cheek in his palm. He used his thumb to gently stroke your skin. And he smiled again.

The metal was cool against your flushed cheek.

You sat in shock, not quite sure you understood what was happening. He never touched your face with his metal hand. He was always scared that he would accidentally hurt you.

“Your skin is always so soft,” Bucky whispered, a break in his voice.

“You can… you can feel me?” You asked, his hand still delicately cupping your face.

“I can feel you,” Bucky replied. A tear escaped his eye, running silently down his cheek, getting lost in his scruff.

“H-how?” You asked, your own tears welling up.

“I don’t know exactly what went into it,” Bucky explained. “But Tony’s been working on it.”

“Did it… hurt?”

“Oh yeah. It hurt so much I didn’t think I could handle it,” Bucky’s hand slowly lowered from your face, fingers travelling softly down your neck, and then moving to trace along your collarbone with a barely there touch. His flesh hand reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “But I don’t care. I can feel you with both my hands again.”

You looked at him with a smile, your lip quivering as you failed to keep your tears from spilling. Bucky’s metal hand again moved to your face, this time treasuring your lips.

You hesitantly placed your hand on the back of his. “You can feel it all?”

“Yes,” Bucky struggled to say. “I feel how warm your lips are. I feel your hand resting on mine. I feel the water.”

You took his metal hand in yours, and placed a kiss on the palm. And you knew he felt it, because of his smile. You placed a finger to your lips, and kissed it softly. You knew he felt it, because of the way he looked at you. You sucked the finger into your mouth, pushing it back out with your tongue. You knew he felt it, because of the way he moaned.

No more words were shared between the two of you. Bucky hastily removed his clothing, and joined you in the bath, desperate to feel every inch of you. You reveled in his touch, allowing him all the time in the world to let his left hand get to know your body again.

“I love you, James,” you whispered into his ear.

“I love you too, (Y/N),” he replied, voice breathy and consumed by passion.

By the time you were done, the bath water was almost cold, and you were both thoroughly satisfied. Bucky helped you out of the bath, and wrapped your towel around you, almost reverently.

Dried off and dressed, and so happy you could barely stand it, you could sense that Tony was still in the building. You walked down to the common room, your right hand in Bucky’s metal hand, to see him.

When you saw him, he was chatting happily with Sam. When he saw you, he smiled gleefully. You let go of Bucky, and walked to Tony, enveloping him in a warm hug.

“Thank you for doing that for him, Tony,” you said. “Thank you for making him so happy.”

“It’s alright, Dove,” Tony replied, rubbing your back. “You both deserve some happiness.”

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Forgive or Forget

Forgive or Forget
[Sometimes it’s just not possible to forgive and forget │Simon D & Christian Yu]

You were almost embarrassed by the amount of time it took for you to get ready for this fashion event. AOMG were invited to many of the Seoul fashion week events, including the one for some designer you couldn’t even pronounce that you attending now. You posed alongside your long time boyfriend Kiseok as the photographers snapped away. Calling his name and Jay’s name every few moments to grab their attention.

You used to hate being a plus one- This wasn’t who you were. Glam events and photographs were out of your comfort zone. But somewhere between the lovely fitted dress that Jay’s stylist picked out for you and the killer custom boots you were rocking you felt pretty proud of yourself. Besides after three years with Kiseok, these events were a walk in the park.

Kiseok wrapped his arm snuggly around your waist, placing a kiss just below your ear as the shutters continued to go off. You smiled up at him laughed. “What are you doing?”

“I just want everyone to know you’re mine” he chuckled, straightening your necklace before walking you inside the event.

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anonymous asked:

Heeey! Can you do a reaction about jealous BTS?

Sure thing! I’m gonna make it a “reaction to BTS’s girlfriends getting hit on” I’m so excited about these requests I’m getting from y’all  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I hope you like it!!

BTS: Reaction to their girlfriends getting hit on~Jealousy

♥ Jin: He thought today was the perfect day. No practice, no performing, just a beautiful day with his girlfriend whom he loved so much. You were all dressed up for him. He adored how beautiful you were, and he thought that he’d want to show you off to the world! That is, until people started looking. He heard the talking and he wasn’t gonna stand for that.

“(Y/n), let’s just go home. We’ll order to go.” Jin was clenching his fists and frowning. You looked in his eyes and giggled. 

“Jinnie, I didn’t get ready for nothing. Plus, I haven’t been on an actual date with you in forever.” You gave him a pout he couldn’t resist. He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily.

“Whatever you say, beautiful girlfriend of mine.” He said loudly, causing the whole crowd to look at you.

Originally posted by fawnave

♥ Yoongi: You needed to go shopping today, and your boyfriend who preferred sleep over shopping, decided to go with you. Why? Because he knew just how beautiful you were. He knew damn well other guys looked at you and tried to talk to you. He wouldn’t stand for it. 

 “Yoongi, I need underwear.” You stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret. 

“No way, I’m not going in there.” He said while crossing his arms. He loved to see what you buy and what you wear for him, but he felt embarrassed about going in such a place.

“Fine, wait here.” You were a little gloomy about him not coming in with you. You walked in, and Yoongi heard boys talking next to him.

“Wow what a hottie. Let’s go get her.” 

Yoongi quickly walked in after you. No wAy was he letting some other boy come close to you. He hugged you from behind, watching as your hands shifted through lingerie.

“Yoongi?” You tilted your head back to look at him. “You ok?”

“You’re never leaving the house again, that’s final.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

♥ Namjoon: You recently posted a picture of yourself on Instagram. It was a picture that made you feel confident. Not revealing, but Namjoon saw the end of the world when he thought of the comments that you would receive for being so cute. And shit was he right. He stalked that picture of yours (screen shotting it and setting it as his lock screen, of course). Suddenly, a comment popped up, saying “DM me.” He got heated and yelled at you in the kitchen from the living room.

“(Y/N)!!” He set his phone down and huffed heavily. You ran in, thinking something was wrong. Spatula in hand, and cute frilly apron on. His eyes grew soft when he saw you, and his voice got gentle. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to boys. Look at me and only me. Delete your Instagram!” He pouted the cutest pout in the world. You loved his jealousy, it made you feel secure.

“Who are you talking about Namjoon?” You wondered what got him all started up.

“That boy… He commented on your picture…” He mumbled.

Originally posted by ksjknj

♥ Hoseok: His girlfriend was a model. (Y/n) was stunning, and she was the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He never thought he’d have an issue with jealousy, until he saw other male models and singers go after her. He kept quiet about it for a while, because he trusted you. And he did the right thing to trust you. You turned down any man that tried to talk to you because you were loyal to Hobi, and he was grateful for that.

But when you got the lead part of a drama, and you were told you had a kiss scene, he lost his shit. He stood in front of the guy you’d be kissing, giving all the attitude he contained.

“That’s my princess. If your filthy lips touch hers I’ll make sure you’re never able to kiss anyone again.” He said with no hesitation. 

Originally posted by nnochu

♥ Jimin: He angrily watched as his best friends hands touched all over his girls body. Why was this happening? It was all for show. For the MV they were working on. The producers thought it would be fun if (Y/n) ended up with someone that wasn’t her actual boyfriend, and oh boy did Jimin hate it. He’s never wanted to strangle Taehyung so badly. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he couldn’t help the way he felt. 

When the scene was over, you walked over to Jimin with a smile. “Are you ok? You look really mad…” You couldn’t stop smiling because you knew he was jealous, and it was super cute to you.

“Ok? Ok?!” He spoke in his accent, a turn on for you. “I don’t like this. (Y/n), you’re not gonna be in the MV anymore. We’ll get another girl to play the part.” He watched for your reaction with intense, dangerous eyes that wouldn’t allow you to reject.

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♥ Taehyung: He knew it was just work. Taehyung has been dealing with this crap for over 2 years now and he reached his peek. He came to meetings with you even if he was busy, because he knew there was a man with hungry eyes, watching your every move. 

Taehyung was very calm when it came to his jealousy. He was very afraid to lose you though. As he sat with you in your meeting, he eyed the man shamelessly, embarrassing you a little. You asked him to stop but he’d just brush you off. When the meeting was over, you grabbed Tae’s cheeks and kissed him gently. 

“Do you think I’d go for a jerk like that. Look at me, I love YOU TaeTae.” You smiled gently. He licked his lips nervously and looked down, biting his lip gently after. 

“I hope so…”

Originally posted by toughchim

♥ Jungkook: Jungkook knew his jealousy was getting the best of him, but he couldn’t help but take it out on you. Your ex from many years back decided to text you to ask you out on a coffee date to catch up. “How does he have your number?”

“Jungkookie, I haven’t changed my number since I was 14, of course he still has it.” You whined softly. You were on the brink of tears. “He texted me Kookie, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t even text him back…”

Jungkook heavily sighed and clenched his fists. He held his hand out. “Phone.” He demanded, and you gave it to him. He started furiously typing away, telling that boy off. He handed it back to you and tried to stay calm. “If he replies, block him.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Relationship With Connor Murphy Headcanons:

A/n: This is most likely be my only Dear evan hansen post ever, But i caught a few feels, so just like every other time i do, i make headcanons. 


-he’s either 100% affectionate or 0%. There’s no between.

-and almost never in public, unless someone comments on you two, or makes a move on you in front of him.

-lets just say that every time you end up in a heated kiss just to prove a point.

-that’ll probably turn into more later, but shh.

-all the hugs from behind. All of them

-and there’s a 90% chance it will lead to neck kisses or hickeys.

-then telling you that he truly loves you, over and over again.

-you love when he’s jealous or protective, because for a little, he’s not questioning why you like him, or how you could even stand him. He’s actually confident for once.

-can we talk about his insecurities? Okay? Good.

-he asks at least once a day if you really love him, or if you’re just dating him because you pity him. (Once is a good day,)

-on bad days he cries, his voice becoming so small when he simply asks “why?”

-you respond almost always the same way, with mostly starting by tucking some of his hair behind his ear, and whispering

“Because you’re smart, funny, caring, and sweet when you want to be. And I love you for every little thing you do. You’re perfect to me.”

-And he always ends up in your arms, sometimes tears running down his face,

-reminding you that you’re the best thing to ever happen to him.

-and you’d smile, because you knew exactly what he meant.