A/N: modern
"Tell me a little bit about her," Buck asked me at the bar, I was four whiskey glasses down. I started to smile thinking about her.
"Yeah she's great, a little complicated but great." I said and he leaned against the bar and stared at me, I took a sip and I smiled wider, "She loves thunderstorms man, I mean loves them. She hates her body but looks at it everyday and I saw her smile when looking at it the other day, man, I knew she was happy."
"She sounds great Dal." He said and I nodded and took another sip. "She gets panic attacks if she doesn't watch TV or something before bed, not because she can't but because she thinks too much in the silence." I continued and he poured me another glass.
"She has light systems, she'll turn her lights to certain colors during different moods. I always know which one it is. The other day she had it on purple, that was rough. I thought she was gonna do something, I don't think I would've been able to live without her if she did do something."
"She got so excited the other night during the Grammys, her favorite singer won and she kissed me like it was the last day on earth."
"She loves me and I know it, she's never said it but we've been inseparable since we really got official and I know that she loves me."
"What about you?" Buck asked and I downed the rest of the glass.
"I think I'm in love," I said and smiled.
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Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
أدب الهواةJust some things I write when I'm bored :) -♡︎ means imagine -☽ means author's note -✍︎︎ means headcanon -♪ means song imagine -✞ means smut I will take prompt requests, but I do not take personal requests, sorry! All of the headcanons/imagines are...
