Magcon Imagines and Preferences

Nash Grier

"Babe, we are going to be late. You don't even need that much makeup, my god you're beautiful."
You smile and walk down the stairs in your floor length gown, hair done up and makeup on point. He looks up, only to have his eyes fill with tears. You start to cry too, but have to stop since you know your mascara and eyeliner will run, and it took way too long to let some tears ruin it.
"You look so beautiful. I can't believe your mine," Nash says and smiles, looking down to you since, even in your heels, you're way shorter than him.
"Thank you baby. Now should we go?" You ask.
"Right this way, my lady," he says, extending his elbow and leading you to the car waiting outside.