Celebrity Imagines

Let 'Em Know (Bryson Tiller)

Him being Tiller he a solid young nigga, he been real ever since.

Armoni POV

As me and Bryson sat on the floor, I stared at him. That sweet chocolate skin, those eyes, his inked skin.

Bryson had always been quiet, for as long as we've known each other. He has this thing he does with his lips all the time, twisting them and seeming as if he's in a thinking mood.

"Armoni." I was called out of my daydream

"Did you hear me?" Bryson asked.

"No love, what did you say." I said sweetly.

"I said I love you. I appreciate you. Everything you've done." He said kissing my hand which has the same Chinese tattoo he had.

"I always kiss this hand because of the tattoo. It shows me how much we've grown babe."

"I love you too Bryson. I wish you would stop making me cry though." I said looking at him.

He deepened his gaze. "How is that?" He asked.

"Your songs." I replied. "You hit me right in the feels everytime."

"I couldn't write without inspiration." He said grabbing my hands before kissing me.

I truly love this man. He was so different. Unlike anything I've ever known. It's like all I wanna do in life is love him and give my all to him.

"You're so different." He said, while placing my hair behind my ear. "Nothing like them other bitches."

"And you're so different, nothing like them other niggas." I replied.

He placed his thinking face back on, while looking at me.

"You know Armoni, I've got something really important to ask you. You know I'm a basic guy, I don't really ask for much nor do much, but you've accepted me like that. And all I want to know is, do you accept me like this forever?" He asked.

I started to answer his silly question, but I couldn't manage to once he pulled out a small box from his pockets.

"Armoni, if you accept me like this forever then I'm hoping you would accept me as your husband too. Will you marry me?" He said, looking me in my eyes.

"Bryson!" I cried. "Yes yes yes! I will marry you."

He stood us up and kissed me passionately, sliding the gorgeous diamond ring onto my finger.

"Thank God." He said, placing our foreheads together. "I can't wait for you to become Mrs. Tiller."