#ivanjasmine

emma watson x from lukov with love layouts

The lukov, with love headers.

not just like parents aunts uncles kids etc

but also close knit friends

and even though we have such different walks in life we’d still come together on a sunday evening at someone’s place and have a meal together and then watch a movie

there would be multiple conversations going and someone would make pie at their house and bring it in still hot from the oven and everyone would help out making the food, setting the table, cleaning afterwards

record music would play gently in the background and the outside world would carry on revolving but we’d be there, just ourselves in that moment, everything on hold because we’re together and we want to know how each other’s week was and what’s new

one person would arrive late from work while everyone else is watching the movie, letting themselves into the home and someone would say that there’s food in the microwave, to grab it and come watch the movie

idek where this rant started and where ive reached but

ugh

“If I had to choose anyone to help me bury a body, eat dinner with, or watch television with, it would be you, every time for everything.”

“Because even though you drove me crazy, I wanted to skate with you.”

“I looked at him, watching as he tipped his head closer to mine and said, “And I love you.”

He’d said it again.

“I love you so much I spend all day with you, and it still isn’t enough for me,” he kept going.

I stopped breathing.

“I love you so much, if I can’t skate with you, I don’t want to skate with anyone else.”

Holy. Fuck.

“I love you so fucking much, Jasmine, that if I broke my ankle during a program, I would get up and finish it for you, to get you what you’ve always wanted.”

It was love. All I could feel was love.

I was going to cry. I was going to fucking cry. Right. Then.

“You mean so much to me that that’s why whatever happens doesn’t really matter to me. Not like it used to. Not like it ever will again,” he finished, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes intense and heartbreaking. “You’re not ever going to be anyone else’s partner. Not while I’m alive, Meatball. I will drag your stubborn, beautiful ass kicking and screaming back to me because nobody else will ever be good enough for you.”

“And then Ivan ended me. He ended every worry I’d ever had about there being someone after him. He did it right there with the tip of his nose touching my own and his forehead against mine too. “Because I’m okay with you having ten other people be your favorite. But you’re always going to be my favorite person,” he finished. “Always. No matter what.” I blinked so fast, I couldn’t help but let my eyes fill up with tears. “I… I’m not good….” His smile was so gentle, so sweet, it took half my soul with it. “I know,” he whispered before he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, the bottom of his chin going to the top of my head. And he hugged me, and then hugged me for even longer, even as tears slipped out of my eyes and wet his shirt.”

“I loved Ivan so much, I didn’t think it was possible to love him any more.”

“He pressed our mouths together like they were meant to be like that”

“We do everything good together. You know that.”

“I love the way you smile, I want to tell you to do it more often, but I don’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t give it to everyone. And I don’t plan on sharing you.”