your the reason i smile

Even more reasons to smile

Someone could’ve just gotten an amazing haircut

A woman could’ve just found out she was pregnant after multiple miscarriages

Someone could’ve just gotten their first pet

A child could be reciting the entire alphabet for the first time

Someone could’ve just realized how hurtful their behavior is and genuinely apologized

An struggling actor could’ve just gotten their first role

Someone could’ve just found the strength to pull themselves out of an anxiety attack

Someone could’ve just decided to not go through with suicide, and decided to seek professional help instead

Someone could’ve just taken their first college class and felt a sense of belonging

Someone could’ve just stood up to a bully and made a new friend

A grandmother could have made the best pie to share with her grandkids

A teenager could’ve just gotten their license

It’s someone’s birthday

Someone could be having the best moment of their lives right this second

Someone could’ve just decided to live a life free of negativity

Someone could’ve just gotten complimented at the grocery store

Someone could’ve just received their first paycheck

A poor family could be having their first warm meal

A stray animal could’ve been saved from starvation

A child could be learning their times tables

Someone could’ve just gotten a clean bill of health

I want to be enough for you. I want to be reason you have a smile on your face. I want you to look at me and feel breathless. I want to be the reason you are wide awake at 3:00am because you can’t stop thinking about me. But the truth is I’m never going to be that girl, there’s always someone better than me.
—  I’m never enough for anyone anymore.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to listen to your favourite songs and look at you as you slowly start dancing to them.

I want to look into your eyes and see the stars reflecting in them.

I want to visit my favourite places with you.

I want to meet your friends.

I want to know what scares you the most.

I want to hear about all your dreams.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to laugh at the lamest jokes you can think of.

I want to wipe your tears after watching sad movie.

I want to be the one you find yourself thinking about before you go to sleep.

I want to tell you about the future and the places I want to visit.

I want to know about the things you regret.

I want to lie next to you on the grass and watch the clouds go by.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to be the reason you smile at your phone.

I want to take you to your happy places and watch how happy you are.

I want to rub your back.

I want to be the person you drunk call or text to.

I want to go to movies with you and sit in the back so I could be watching you instead of the movie.

I want to eat your favourite food with you.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to be in the same room as you and secretly look at you as you read.

I want to tell you how much you mean to me.

I want to see you blushing when I tell you how much I love you.

I want to be in the bed with you, not having sex, just enjoying your company.

I want to give you something nice on your birthday.

I want to make you tea when you are cold and hand you paper tissues.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to watch my favourite show with you and be obsessed and not judged.

I want to stay awake until the morning and just sit on the roof with you and talk about stupid things.

I want to change the wallpaper on my phone to a photo of us.

I want to get lost in your eyes.

I want to let my cat sit in your lap and just watch you guys get along.

I want to introduce you to all my friends.

I just want to hold your stupid hand and do all the things that people in love do.

Why Does it Have to be You? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Originally posted by crownprincefreeza

Requested by Anon -  a Damian x reader where Klarion has started causing chaos around Gotham and the only person he’s willing to listen to is the reader, because he has a crush on them.

The night was a quiet one. So quiet, in fact, Damian sent you home earlier when he caught you yawning one too many times. He knew you hadn’t been getting much rest lately. 

Damian was currently crouched by a stone gargoyle, debating whether he should turn in himself. The thought about crawling into bed next to you seemed very appealing. He frowned, glancing at the clock tower behind him to find it still an unnaturally early hour. Taking out his grapple gun, Damian decided to make one more round of the city before returning home to you.

Damian was just going passed the Gotham Train Station when a explosion sent him tumbling to the ground. He rolled back to his feet before scrambling to see what happened. Much to his displeasure, he spotted a swam of magical energy surrounding the building. 

Swinging down to slip into the building through one of the windows, Damian growled as he saw Klarion floating in the center of the room. 

“What are you doing here, Witch Boy?” Damian demanded, dropping down to the floor. Klarion sneered at him, lifting a finger to zap a civilian unlucky enough to cross his path. The person turned into a mouse, scurrying away. 

“Go away, Birdy. My kitty might eat you,” Klarion threatened, glancing around. He frowned when he realized Damian was the only vigilante in the room. “Where is (Y/N)?”

Damian sighed, sensing what this was about. “(Y/N) is not here, Witch Boy. I’m afraid you only have me tonight.” He watched silently as Klarion’s face slowly grew redder and more grotesque. Damian’s eyes widened when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced down to find Teekl. Before he could move, Teekl turned into a giant beast. Damian fought the monstrous Teekl while Klarion threw magic blasts at him. 

“No, No, No!!!” Klarion was screaming as Damian did his best to avoid the magic blasts and Teekl. Eventually, one of Teekl’s paws slammed into Damian throwing him out of the building and into the street. Damian could feel one of his ribs crack, but rolled out of the way of another magic blast from Klarion.

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I want to be different for you. The ‘This is what I’ve been waiting for’ kind of different, the 'Why did I ever dare to settle when I could’ve had so much more’ kind of different, the 'You make me feel sure’ kind of different, the 'I’ve bottled myself up for so long but you make me wanna just pour’ kind of different. I want to be the reason you smile until your cheeks hurt. I want to be the kind of person you’d feel safe coming to for comfort. I want to be the one that makes you really laugh out loud, the kind of person that makes you see the sun when you’d usually just see clouds. And I know that it probably makes no sense to you right now. That’s okay, I get it. I know how you’ve been treated, but I promise if you give me the chance, I’ll love you correctly with no room for worry. Please, let me be different.
—  NaPoWriMo Day 17 - Different // Maxwell Diawuoh (based on Rudy Francisco’s Love Poem Medley)

Well he must’ve done something right. You turned out pretty good.

anonymous asked:

1 from the prompt list!

1.     We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.

You can’t ignore the butterflies you get when he gently puts a hand on your lower back when you walk through a door. You can’t stop the blush from rising to your cheeks when he tells you that you look really nice tonight. You can’t hide the smile that spreads across your lips when he shows up at your house in the middle of the night with a box of milk duds and a thermos of green tea, because he knows just what to get to successfully bribe you to wake up hang out with him.

“Y/n, come on, this jet lag is killing me I’m so bored!” He pleads after you answer the incessant knocking on your apartment door.

“It’s three in the fucking morning. Just pop a couple melatonin gummies and pass the fuck out.” You groan, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“Those don’t work on me anymore. C’mon, babe, we haven’t had a Shawn + Y/n night in so long.” He pushes past you and sets his treats for you on the coffee table of the living room. Your body freezes at the word ‘babe’, but he seems unmoved, so you try your best to brush it off.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re a little busy being all rockstar around the world.” You tease back at him, but closing the door to signify that you’re giving in.

Shawn makes himself comfortable on the couch, and you walk past him and to the freezer where you grab his favorite gelato that you’ve been saving for him to get home from tour. You make your way back to the couch and sit on the side opposite to him, handing him his gelato and a spoon, and taking the box of milk duds from him that he has already cracked into.

“No way! Where’d you find this stuff? I thought Whole Foods stopped selling it?” He looks up at you with a dopey smile plastered on his face and that special sparkle in his eyes that you’ve missed so much.

“They did, I just knew you were coming home soon, so I ordered it so you could have it when you got back. No big deal.” You ramble out, trying to make it sound more nonchalant and friendly than an ‘I’m in love with you and know that this makes you happy, so I had got it specially delivered from Italy so that you could eat it and be happy and then smile, because I am head over heels for your smile, and I want to be the reason for it as often as I can.

“You’re honestly the best,” He responds, moving closer to you to pull you into a hug. It lasts a little longer than normal, and when you pull back, there’s something different about Shawn’s face.

As you’re trying to figure out what it is, you’re blindsided by the feeling of his lips being pressed against yours. You feel his hands cup your cheeks, and you want to submerse yourself in his touch, but you can’t. He’s your best friend. He can’t be kissing you right now.

“Shawn, stop,” You breathe out as you pull back from his kiss.

“I’m sorry, I know, but I just—Y/n, I—”

“Don’t.” You stop him. “You can’t—We can’t do this.”

Shawn looks at you with pleading eyes. “We could… if you wanted to.”

You bring your hands up to rub your face like you’re trying to rub some sense into your brain. “But it’s not that simple, Shawn. We’re just best friends, we always have been just—”

We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it.” He fires out, surprising you with his sudden almost anger. “We’ve never been just friends. It’s always been something more, but you just refuse to admit to yourself that you love me as much as I love you!” 

You’re completely silenced by his words—every thought, feeling, and emotion is coursing through your body. You’re fighting with yourself, because you know he’s right, but you still know why you’ve never done anything about your feelings for him.

“You’re a fucking superstar, Shawn! You’re always gone, always traveling from one country to the next—there’s no way we would work. Even if we tried! It would all go to hell, just like everything always does in my life, and then I would lose you, and I don’t know if I could take that.”

“You wouldn’t lose me, Y/n! You will never lose me. You’ve been with me through this for two years now, and look at us! We’re still together! Don’t give up on us before even giving it a chance!” He brushes some loose hair behind your ear, and lifts up your chin to look at him.

 “Everything isn’t going to change for us, Y/n. You’ve always been my girl, and you always will be. The only thing that is going to be different is now I can hold you like I want to…” He pulls your body against his so that you’re seated snug in his lap. You snuggle into his chest and his arms wrap tight around you.

“and kiss you like I want to…” He whispers as he leans in close to you, connecting your lips again , but this time with the gentlest touch. When he breaks the kiss, he looks down to you with the sparkle in his eyes that you love. “Changing isn’t a bad thing. It never was.”

soz for the cheesy lyric at the end, but like, idk i didn’t know how to end it so like whatever the fuck


I make light in dark minds
You take the signal inward and it shines

Happy Birthday, John Frusciante!

Bts reaction to their s/o performing Fire:

Anon requested:  Hey, I just found your reactions and they are awesome!!! Can you do one where the s/o is doing a dance on Fire and they don’t know the whole Bangtan is in the audience. Thanks a ton

A/ N: thank you so much! I’m not quite sure I fully understood what you meant but I gave it a shot anyway.


Originally posted by doona-baes

Stares at you in awe as you pull of difficult dance moves that he intitally struggled with, occasionally letting out a breathless “wah!”


Originally posted by yoo-ngie

HE IS SMILING SO WIDE. Knowing that you are not aware of his presence is even more entertaining for him and although he won’t say much, he’ll be bragging about you at some point. 


Originally posted by hhansung

Won’t stop nudging the other boys, jumping and squealing, maybe even hitting them out of sheer excitement and it won’t take him long before he is up and dancing to his song, catching your attentiion 

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by shinenamjoon

For some reason I see him having a small, mischievous smile on because damn that was sexy. Namjoon will stay awfully calm, giving the boys pointed stares like you see? Mine.


Originally posted by watch-me-wang

Recently I have noticed that Jimin have been controlling his reactions so even though you were completely killing the choreo, he will choose to sit quietly and have a cute smile on his face. That is until you meet backstage and the fluffiness unravels.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by 6-15am

Little bit of this, little bit of that. Sometimes he is watching you with a mature, I am a tough boyfriend expression, others he is simply doing aeygeo idk what is it with this one. 


Originally posted by eatupbangtan

Okay so at first he blushed like omg act natural but soon the boys would start teasing and making comments and he just loses it and smiles that shy bunny smile before he buries his face in his hands.

anonymous asked:

Hello – I was wondering if you could please write a future!Iggy-centric scenario where his vision is restored, and he’s with his wife and young daughter (5-7 years old, maybe?) and together they’re combing through many years of photos that were taken (I headcanon that Prompto and his s/o chronicle EVERYTHING in the hopes of sharing it with him one day ^^). Extra bonus if Prompto and Gladio are there with them, and Prompto brought his own stash of pics. =) Thanks so much!

This is adorable! I hope this drabble is okay. It’s technically a little long to be considered a drabble, but I think it’s also too short to be an actual one-shot. It’s full of fluff and feels, so I hope you like it!

The light was still so bright. It had been a month now that Ignis’ vision had been restored—with the help of a very risky operation with a talented surgeon and the assistance of a white mage.  He’d finally gotten his bandages off a few days prior and was able to actually see. When he saw you for the first time since he met you all those years ago when he first left the Crown City, he cried. When he was finally able to lay his eyes on his daughter, his own flesh and blood, he broke down.

Your daughter, Amelie, clung to her father and begged him not to be sad. It was a happy moment, she’d said. For a six year old, she was terribly smart, not unlike her father.

After spending a few much-needed days with his family (and a few long nights in bed), Ignis decided that he was ready to see his friends again. You’d invited Prompto and Gladio to the house for a visit.

“Iggy!” Prompto exclaimed, tackling his friend in a hug the moment he opened the door. “You can see again! Holy shit!”

“It’s quite the miracle,” Ignis agreed. He pointed at Prompto’s chin, the blond hairs neatly groomed into a small goatee. “How long ago were you able to grow this?”

“A few years ago—hey, wait a second—”

“Good to see you, Specs,” Gladio snorted, pulling his friend into a hug. “How’s the wife and Amelie?”

“Oh, how rude of me,” Ignis apologized, moving aside to let his friends in. “Come in. Amelie insisted on helping her mother prepare tea and pastries for your visit today.”

You emerged from the kitchen, a bit of flour on your cheek. “Hi boys!” you greeted, wiping your hands on your pants. Ignis came over and wiped the flour away, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You blushed, gently smacking him on the arm. “Refreshments are almost ready. Go head over to the living room and we’ll bring them in soon.”

The guys went to the next room, with Ignis sitting in his armchair while Gladio and Prompto sat down on the couch. They engaged in small talk, asking Ignis about the surgery and the healing process. Just as Ignis was describing the moment he saw his daughter for the first time, she walked into the room, carefully holding a large tray of baked goods. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, laser-focused on not dropping anything as she made her way to the coffee table.

“Hey, squirt,” Gladio grinned, ruffling the top of her head as she deposited the tray without any casualties. “How’ve you been?”

“Hi, Uncle Gladio,” she replied politely with a curtsy. “Hi, Uncle Prompto. I was just helping Mommy make some croissants. I made these ones!” She pointed to the small, slightly misshapen croissants that were completely covered in icing sugar. “You have to eat them all.”

“Done and done,” Prompto saluted the little girl and dove in as you brought the tea and Ebony into the room.

“Woah, Prom,” you snorted, handing Ignis his Ebony before pouring tea for everyone else. “Slow down or you’ll choke.”

“No I won’t,” he retorted with a full mouth. Gladio rolled his eyes, pulling Amelie into his lap. She tugged at his hair and he told her she could braid it, but she had to be gentle. Ignis just smiled. He missed his friends and their antics. He sipped his coffee as you kissed him on the cheek and retreated momentarily.

“Love?” he called, glancing over to the hallway. “Where are you going?”

You returned with a shoe box, one that looked rather worn and sat on the arm of the chair. You draped an arm over his shoulder and placed the box in his lap.

“I wanted to show you something. Prompto brought something for you as well.”

Ignis looked up at you questioningly, but opened the lid of the box. Inside was stacks upon stacks of photographs, spanning over ten years. Ignis picked them up, his fingers shaking as his eyes scanned over the images. He looked up at you again, tears in his eyes.

“You…kept all these?”

“I wanted to show them to you one day,” you smiled, leaning your forehead against his. “I never gave up on the possibility of you being able to see again one day, Iggy. I didn’t want you to miss anything. Look,” you held up a small stack tied with a lavender ribbon. “These are from when Amelie was born. The first time you held her, her first steps…”

You went on, showing him the different stages of your relationship, and photos of Amelie as she grew up. He finally had visuals to go with the memories he kept safe in his mind. He couldn’t get the smile off his face.

“You are the most incredible person I’ve ever known,” he gushed, holding you close. “Thank you for this.”

“Where’s my hug?” Prompto chimed in, holding up his own stack of photos. “I brought pictures too!” He handed the photos over, and Ignis laughed as he went through them. “They’re of us. All of us, back when we were younger.”

Ignis stopped as he came across a picture of himself, Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis. It was before he’d lost his vision in Altissia, and they all looked so happy. He sighed, quietly, gripping the photo a little tighter in his fingers.

You smoothed his hair comfortingly. “He’d be so happy for you,” you told him. “For all of us.”

“I know,” Ignis agreed. He looked over at Amelie, beckoning her over. She hopped down from Gladio’s lap, who now had pigtail braids on each side of his head, and climbed into her father’s lap. He pointed at Noctis’ face and said, “This is your Uncle Noctis.”

“Is Uncle Noctis the one who brought the light back?” Amelie asked, looking up at Ignis. He nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“He’s the reason why your mother and I met in the first place.”

Amelie smiled, taking the photo in her hands. She kissed the picture before looking down at it fondly. “Thanks, Uncle Noct.”

Ignis let out a laugh and held Amelie close. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he’d become—he thought that after losing his vision, he would never live a normal life again. He never thought you’d stay with him, much less marry him. He never imagine himself as a father, because he never allowed himself to think of a life separate from his service to the Crown. But with his daughter in his lap, you at his side, and photographic proof that he’d been through hell and lived, he knew he was the luckiest man on Eos.

I miss you constantly
I need you all the time
I want you every day

I want to kiss you
I want to trace your collarbone with my lips
I want to feel you absent mindedly tickle my arm as we cuddle on your bed
I want to experience the arguments
I want your bad with your good
I want you
I want to fall asleep as you play with my hair
I want to hear you laugh when I run my fingers up and down your body
I want my name to sound like music in your ears
I want to be the reason you smile a little brighter
I want you
I want you to tell me your fears, ambitions and insecurities
I want to make lifelong memories with you
I want to love you for a long time
And fucking hell
I want you

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WallFlower Part III

Part I Part II

A/N: Here is part III for wallflower guys!!! As promised this chapter is longer than the first ones. I poured my heart out writing this chapter and made necessary research, so please if you have free time please drop by on my inbox and message me for any feedbacks that you have. I don’t like inserting AN on the story so I’ll say it here. PLease imagine the photo to be Zach and (y/n). And the baby cutie as Zach’s sister.

P.S: I’ve already mentioned that this story is set for AU and it’s fiction, but I just want to apologize if I wasn’t able to get the proposal right for the original Chinese Tradition.  On we go to the story!

Lucy Liu-Please imagine her as MS. Lee the  Matchmaker. Matchmaker in traditional chinese wedding is someone who makes sure that the ritual will be perfect. They settle the dowry and consults the chinese zodiac if the couple’s birth year will bring prosperity to their  wedding and family.


Coffee. It has been  your life for the past year working for Monet’s. Today is  a relaxing day. Most of the customer’s are reading or doing their own stuff on their own world. The stream of customers today are mostly teenagers.  You love watching people from where you are. You can no longer do this at liberty high. Everyone’s attention is now on yours and Dempsey. That guy. Speaking of which.

*Fluffy giant calling* You answered smiling. The past month has been good on you because Zach made sure you are comfortable. He makes sure that you are taken cared of. The guy is a walking fluff.

“Dempsey.” You greeted. “Mrs. Dempsey.” He retaliated. You can hear him smiling on the other line. You can’t stop smiling as well. Before this all happened, you never imagined that this giant has a sweet side. Jocks on your school is known to be a dick. But Zach made you change your mind on your opinion with them. Being with him is a breathe of fresh air from your boring life.

“Right. What do you need?” You ask smiling. “Wow. You’re no longer opposed on being called my wife.” He laughed. “Anyways, I’m calling to remind you that Ms. Lee will be here tonight. Everything is set for the proposal this evening.” He said informing you.

“Who would think that matchmakers are still a thing on this day. Have you meet her before?” You asked Zach. Ms. Lee is your matchmaker. Matchmakers are known for chinese arranged marriages. They make sure that the union of the two family will bring wealth for both of the families. This evening will be the start the ritual. It’s a six part ritual starting with the proposal. Basically Ms. Lee together with Zach’s family will propose to your family. Once the proposal is accepted the second ritual will begin.

“Sounds crazy right? But it’s how it is. Where you able to fit your Cheongsam ?” Zach asked. It may seem that this arranged union is not taking a toll on Zach at all with how he’s handling everything. But you see changes with him. It might be little changes that his friends are not noticing but for an observant person like you, you notice it. There are bags under his eyes now. He’s starting to distance himself with his friends which for you is total BS. You may not like his friends sometimes but they’ve been his friends. This marriage should not take that away for Zach or for you.

“Zach, don’t you have practice right now?” You asked suddenly remembering that next week is game day for the school’s basketball team. You’ve been given the task of being the photographer of the event since Tyler was suspended after Hannah reported the stalking incident that happened. You never thought that Tyler can do that. You’ve worked with Tyler several times since both of you are the resident photographer of your schools paper.

“Uhh. Yea. But I asked coach for a break. I mean we need to settle a few things. It’s no big deal. I can still play on Monday.” He explained.

“Sorry. I know how important this game is for you. We can ask for the proposal to be move if you’d like so you can attend practice.”  You offered.

“No. It’s really okay, Babe.” He assured you. This guy is really thoughtful. You mused.

“Okay if you say so. I have to go. There’s a new customer coming in. See you later, BABE♥?” you said emphasizing the last part. One thing you learned about Zach is he like sweet nothings. He likes to feel that he’s the only guy for you. Which he is right, he is. The guy is starting to win your heart. Just like how this arrangement start, traditional. Zach is nothing but traditional on how to win you. He takes a lot of effort and time to make you feel things that even HIM was not able to make you feel. With Zach, you feel how important you are. He’d drop whatever he’s doing whether he’s hanging out with his friends or basketball practice to be by your side. With the last boyfriend you had it’s different.

Zach chuckling pulled you out of your reverie. “ Okay Babe. See you. Go hung up.” He says.

“ No. You hung up. You’re the one who called.” You said. Smiling. This has been an ongoing game between you and Zach.  Zach laughed. “ No babe. You hung up.” As much as you don’t want to lose. The customer is almost at the bar. “Fine. Just because the customer is already here. See you later.” You disconnected and hide your phone in your pocket.

“Wanshang Hao!” Your mom greeted your guests in Chinese while directing them to the living room. You’re standing beside the door bowing at your guests. It’s customary to avoid eye contact from your elders unless they are speaking with you directly.

Zach’s dad came in first followed by his mom. Zach’s sister came in next wearing a pink Cheongsam  with her hair in pigtails bun. She’s so cute! Over the month you’ve grown close with Zach’s sister. Agreeing babysitting everytime you get the chance. You smiled when she stopped in front of you and peered at you smiling. “Did you do something wrong?” She asked innocently.

You shake your head. Smiling at her. You’re not sure if you’re allowed to talk to her. She looked confused still looking at you. “Sky, come here.” Zach’s  mom said. Sky run to her. Then someone in red Cheongsam stopped in front of you. You know it’s Zach. It’s customary to wear matching red Cheongsam  for the pair for prosperity. You’re still not looking up. You’re focusing your attention on the hem of Zach’s Cheongsam . His scent is intoxicating you. Willing you to look at him. But you know you can’t until the proposal was accepted. Another pair of feet stopped. And your guessing she’s the match maker. “Zach, you need to go in the living room.” She said. Zach complied and walk to your living room. After the Dempsey’s came in and settled on the living room you walked in side by side with your mom.

You’re an only daughter. You descended directly from Emperor Puyi. The last emperor of China. While Zach is the great great grandson of Emperor Qin. This union ties the first and last family of Emperor’s. Yep. No pressure in there. Your peers from Liberty High thinks you’re just dating Zach. That this is just a normal high school relationship. Why do you feel that this suddenly feels too much and it’s suffocating.

Ms. Lee opened a small box and showed it to your father, “ Mr. Kim, this is the initial dowrey from Dempsey’s family. It’s a jade hair pin from the Ming royal family. Just as beautiful as your daughter.” Your dad took the box and inspect it. You’re still avoiding the eyes of your elders or anyone in the room actually. You felt like the jade hairpin. A commodity of exchange. Now you are actually lucky to have such an understanding and loving Zach to thank for. It’s a win win situation. But you can’t help but feel that you lost your freedom. Ironic since you’re living in the land of the free. You don’t what to feel anymore. In the midst of this thinking you unknowingly look up and look directly in Zach’s eyes. He’s already looking at you. It seems that everything stopped after you look at him. There’s no jade pin. No Ms. Lee. No families in the room. No pressure on your shoulders. There’s just you and him. Someone who understands this whole situation that you’re in. And suddenly you don’t feel bad anymore. He smiled like he knows what’s going on in your head. Like he knows that you just realized that you fell in love for him without him knowing it.

“Well it seems that the proposal has been accepted. Since the bride and the groom are looking at each other now.” Ms. Lee joked. Waking you and Zach on your own little bubble. Your family laughed. Ms. Lee stand and walk until she’s at the back of the sofa you are sitting in. You sat up straighter since you  know what she’ll do next. She carefully remove the jade pin on the box and slowly put it on your hair.

“We are excited for this union.” Zach’s mom mused while looking at your mom. Both of your mom and Zach’s mom are descendants of the chinese family and not your dads. It just so happen that chinese follow the patriarchal ladder that’s why your dad’s do all the talking for this engagement.

“Can you imagine the news back in China once the other families hear this?” Your mom mused. And Zach’s mom just laugh.
“We cooked dinner for everyone let’s go have dinner in the kitchen and talk about the next ritual.” Everyone made a beeline to go to the kitchen. You’re the last one to stand. Zach grabbed your hand and made you look at him. “Are you okay?” He asked. Genuinely concerned. You smiled “ I am now.” Entwining your hands.

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