10.17 Happy birthday, Irina! 🎇
And happy belated birthday @iricathel too 😩💕 Hope you like this Rukina art for the heart 🥺💕 HAPPY BDAY TO THE QUEENEST QUEEN 😤✨ LOVE UUU

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10.17 Happy birthday, Irina! 🎇
And happy belated birthday @iricathel too 😩💕 Hope you like this Rukina art for the heart 🥺💕 HAPPY BDAY TO THE QUEENEST QUEEN 😤✨ LOVE UUU
Love Story by Taylor Swift
‘You’re leaving, aren’t you?’ It was less of a question than it was an affirmation. She didn’t blame him. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. With a slow nod of his head, a sob escaped her trembling lips. 'Do me a favor? Stay one more night. Let me fall asleep with our legs tangled together and my head on your chest.’ It would make everything so much worse for them tomorrow, but in reality, they both secretly enjoyed the pain.
h.m. ‡ tales that weren’t meant to be told #6
‘I do miss you.’ She grabbed his hand, tracing his veins with her finger. 'But, you hurt me. You shut me out and made me feel like it was my fault. I can’t - won’t go through that again.’ She loved him, though, and she wanted this as bad as he did. 'If you really want to try one more time, you have to promise me you’ll never hurt me like that again.' He was surprised, expecting her to have turned him away. He pulled her to him, burying his face in her hair, 'I swear.’
h.m. ‡ tales that weren’t meant to be told #7
‘I know it’s wrong.’ She ran her fingers through his hair, 'To love someone this much when you both belong to others.’ But dear God, neither of them could help it.’
h.m. ‡ tales that weren’t meant to be told #5
‘Do you trust me?’ Her legs were swinging as she stared at him. He nodded, his brows creasing together the way they always did when he was trying to figure out what she was really asking. She smiled, her hands moving to cup his face. 'I just wanted to make sure before I did this.’ Her lips moved to his, finding them in a way he had dreamed of so many times. He didn’t respond, too shocked, but she had figured that would happen. She smiled when she stood to walk away, but felt a gasp leave her lips when his hand clasped around her wrist. He turned her back around and stood up, pulling her into him. He crashed his lips to hers and it was more than anything either of them could have imagined.
h.m. ‡ tales that weren’t meant to be told #3
Romanrogers (is that number two?)
send me a ship and i’ll tell you which one: [Accepting]
immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on: Steve
wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes: Steve and Nat just naturally makes the pancakes
sends the other unsolicited nudes: Nat
brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt: Neither
comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops: Nat
blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit: Natasha
killed the guy (also, which hid the body): Natasha
wears the least clothing around the house: Natasha
has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason: Steve
// Is actually number 3. This is amusing