your girlfriend me

If I was your girlfriend, would you let me dress you
I mean, help you pick out your clothes before we go out?
Not that you’re helpless
But sometime, sometime those are the things that bein’ in love’s about

If I was your one and only friend
Would you run to me if somebody hurt you even if that somebody was me, 
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
Please…

If I Was Your Girlfriend - Sign O the Times

Fall in love with someone...

If you ever fall in love… fall in love with someone who wants to know your favorite color and how you like your coffee. Fall in love with someone who loves the way you laugh and would absolutely anything to hear it. Fall in love with someone that puts their head on your chest just to hear your heart beat. Fall in love with someone who kisses you in public and isn’t afraid to show you off to everyone they know. Fall in love with someone who makes you question why you were afraid to fall in love in the first place. Fall in love with someone who never wants to hurt you and will do anything to try and protect you from anything. Fall in love with someone who falls in love with all your flaws and thinks you became their version of the word ‘perfect’. Fall in love with someone who thinks that you’re the one they would love to wake up with each morning and each day.

Context: after freeing some prisoners from the enemy the party finds the thought to be dead father of our dervish dancer


Dad: it’s been so long, do you still have your bow? After all we were a family of proud archers

Me: I’m a dancer

Dad: well I guess but tell me did you finally find a girlfriend? Your mother was

Me: what did you not understand in the phrase “i am a dancer”

If I were your girlfriend.

I would treat you like royalty. I’d constantly remind you how much I love you, even when we’re mad at each other. I’d kiss you at the most unexpected times. I’d hold you close for hours on end when you are down. I’d spoil you to death with thoughtful little gifts. I’d make a fool of myself in public just to make you laugh and see your smile. I’d call you on the phone just to be on the line with you, even if there wasn’t anything to say. I’d get up early to make you breakfast in bed. I’d take time out of my day to come visit you at work or school, even if it greatly inconvenienced me. I’d buy a plane ticket or drive for hours, even if I was only able to see you for a day. I’d brag to all of my family and friends - hell, even strangers - about how blessed I am to have someone like you. Honestly, I would put so much of my love and effort into making someone happy, and I would love every second of it.

why is my girlfriend the most adorable person ever

But guys…what if Louis and Eleanor decided to reconcile and give their relationship another go but they didn’t want to rush it or put labels on it because they were still figuring all that out? So they spent a lot of time together to get to know each other again and all these feelings resurfaced but neither one wanted to speak up about it because it was still early on? And then that shit went down at the airport and Louis got all protective af and yelled out “THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” and it was literally the first time since 2015 Louis’ called Eleanor that??? And then after everything settled down Eleanor was like… “You called me your girlfriend,” and true feelings were revealed??     

The Truth pt.1 (Male version)

Request for this scenario:

there is this song called “the truth” by bei maejor and I was wondering if you could write a smut scenerio using that song where Jungkook steals you frm rapmon?

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Male)

Genre: Smut

“Please understand” Namjoon begged. His fingers wrapped around your wrist as his eyes melted, pleading with you.

“Understand what? That you’re putting your ex-girlfriend above me?” you asked. Namjoon sighed and the thought of slapping him crossed your mind.

“____-”

“Your current boyfriend? You’re ditching your future for your past?” you said, talking over him. He just stared at you, his eyes still attempting to beg you. Why had he been so stupid lately? Were you speaking a language that he couldn’t understand?

“I’m not ditching you, okay? I can’t stand the idea of having her hate me. We used to be best friends, ___. I love you and you know that” he replied, sliding his grip down to hold your hand. Your eyes looked down at his hand and you raised an eyebrow.

“If you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be acting like such a dick to me. I don’t care if you work on your relationship with her but it’s not okay that I have to watch your foreplay-”

“Foreplay? What are you talking about?” Namjoon questioned, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“What am I talking about? You haven’t noticed the way she touches you? I’m surprised she hasn’t dropped to her knees yet-”

“Okay, ___. That’s enough” he cut in, voice a bit escalated. He was yelling at you now? You gave him a look and he groaned before starting up his usual apology. You snatched away from him and he stood up, trying to get you to come back to him.

The door opened and she emerged from the darkest pit in hell. “Namjoon are you really going to miss your own birthday party?” she asked, eyes slowly moving from your face to his.

“-are you really going to miss your birthday party” you mumbled, mocking her little voice as you walked out of the room. You heard Namjoon calling your name but you just kept walking. You needed a drink. You needed a walk. You needed your boyfriend to quit acting like a clueless dumbass.

“___!”

You turned around and watched as Yoongi walked to meet you.

“You know, usually, when you scream someone’s name you’re jogging to catch up with them” you criticized.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. You and I both know that I am not going to run just to get you” he responded.

“Truly the greatest best friend in the world” you said sarcastically. Yoongi smiled in his drunken state and smacked your shoulder. His arm draped over your shoulder as he walked with you to the open bar. He sat with you before frowning, using his Jedi-Yoongi tricks to read your mind. He ordered a few drinks and passed them all to you.

“What did he do now?”

Before you could answer, a loud roar of applause started up and you both turned your heads toward the door. Namjoon walked into the room with his dimples flashing and the she-witch glued to his arm.

“Ahhh, Medusa again?” he asked, stealing one of your drinks.

“Cruella” you responded.

“Ursula-”

“…Jafar?” he struggled. You laughed and he smiled.

“I couldn’t think of anymore evil chicks” he explained. You just shook your head and downed a couple of the drinks. Your eyes cut back to the two of them and you felt your jaw flex, your teeth pressing together. You turned back to your drinks and quickly drunk the rest before taking Yoongi’s.

“Maybe you should try not being an alcoholic..?” Yoongi said, watching you.

You ignored him, asking for another drink. Who was he to judge? He’d been drinking too.

“I think it hurts more that it’s a girl because I literally can’t do the things that she can do for him” you vented. Yoongi frowned in confusion and you sighed.

“We don’t have the same parts?” you tried again. You could see that he still wasn’t getting it.

“A vagina. I do not have a vagina. I am vagina-less” you said, spelling it out for him.

“Well, she can’t give him what you can. SHE DOESN’T HAVE A PENIS. SHE IS PENIS-LESS” he shouted. You clapped your hand over his mouth and smiled to the people who’d began to stare. He mumbled something against your hand before licking your palm, forcing you to snatch your hand away.

“Seriously?” you asked, wiping your hand on him.

His glazed eyes were a sign that you’d clearly underestimated how much alcohol he’d had. He was officially beyond his limit and you needed to get him home.

“Let’s go” you sighed, standing to help him up. Yoongi allowed you to help him through the crowd, his smile thoroughly worked into his face. Namjoon saw the two of you leaving and he hurried toward the door.

“Is he okay?” he asked.

“He’s fine. Carry on with your party” you replied, not even glancing at him.

Ursula, being Namjoon’s shadow, moved to his side and asked the same question.

“He said that I’m fine, you dick-less homewrecker” Yoongi said. You held in your laugh as you continued out of the room.

Yoongi shuffled his feet along, making it a little easier to help him out of the building.

“You’re an idol. Why don’t you guys have your driver with you at all times?” you complained. Yoongi slapped his hand to your face and you slapped him back. He laughed and put his finger to your lip, telling you to ‘shhh’.

Yoongi tripped and you were barely able to catch him in time. He laughed as he went down and laughed even harder as soon as you caught him.

“You need to get me home before I die out here” he smiled. You just shook your head and continued down the street with your arm around him. As you approached the building, Yoongi had gone from laughing uncontrollably to singing at the top of his lungs. You tried to quiet him down but he was just too far gone to listen.

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