#I’m glad yall like this face cause it made me laugh while drawing it

[chloesimaginationthings]

I think this might be my favorite drawing of Game Michael yet, you can only see half of his face but it conveys so much emotion and manages to just be very funny.

Michael literally ON THE BRINK OF losing his mind,,,

#ask reply #I’m glad yall like this face cause it made me laugh while drawing it #THIS DUDE is so close to snapping #HE of all people knows he needs help 💀 #‘what’s his problem?’ like so many things

[reidrco]

worth it

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: spencer reid x reader 

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mentions of kidnapping, blood and slight choking.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.1k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿‘𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: please keep in mind that im only on season one of criminal minds when you’re reading this. i was a bit inspired by the episode “300″ in season 14, which i randomly watched some time ago, but i didn’t put any spoilers except a tiny little one <3 i suck at writing fluff and kissing scenes, but i hope yall enjoy this anyway!! i havent proofread this either so i’m sorry for any mistakes :(

Friday, your favorite day of the week. 

Not only because it was your last day at work before a long, relaxing weekend, but also because your best friend, Spencer Reid, and you always spent your Friday nights together, watching your favorite movies and eating junk food together.

It had become something like a routine for you two over the years which neither of you wanted to ever miss again. Your movie nights were a perfect chance to forget all the stress at work and a great excuse to eat a crazy amount of unhealthy food, something everyone needed after an exhausting week.

Unfortunately, Spencer had to cancel your movie night two times in a row this month because of an important case which had taken longer to solve than the team had expected, giving you no other chance than to watch your favorite romantic dramas all by yourself.

You had missed him a lot while he had been gone because he hadn’t called or texted once, leaving you sleepless and worried for two long weeks. You had tried not to overthink, knowing he always had to concentrate on the case, but a weird feeling in your stomach had told you that something had been wrong.

Spencer had always called you at least once when he hadn’t been in town, talking about the case with you and telling you how much he missed you, but this time none of that had happened. Your attempts not to overthink had failed badly and you had found yourself creating the worst scenarios in your head every single day.

The countless unread messages you had sent him hadn’t made you feel any better. At some point, you had even thought about calling one of the other team members, but you hadn’t wanted to embarrass yourself or give the impression of a clingy best friend.

So the weeks had gone by without hearing a peep from Spencer, making it hard for you to concentrate and work and not mess up your costumer’s orders.

On Tuesday night, after over two weeks of no message or call from Spencer, you had driven past his house. His car had been parked at his usual parking spot, a sign that he had finally come back home. 

As soon as you had arrived at your apartment, you had called him at least five times but, again, he hadn’t picked up. Slowly you had started to think that you had done something wrong and it had been your fault that he hadn’t contacted you for such a long time.

You had barely slept that not. But to your surprise, you had woken up to a new text message from Spencer on Wednesday morning, letting you know that he would buy some Chinese takeout before picking you up from work on Friday.

Maybe you had overthought way too much and he had actually just been busy working on the case.

But the moment you saw your best friend leaning against his car in front of the coffee shop you worked at two days later, you knew the weird feeling in your stomach hadn’t failed you. To say Spencer looked terrible was probably the understatement of the year, but you were glad to see him alive. 

You almost stumbled over your own feet as you sprinted towards your best friend, but you couldn’t care less. Without really thinking about it and ignoring his dislike of hugs, you pulled Spencer in a big, warm embrace, wrapping your arms tightly around his thin torso while you tried not to burst out in tears.

“You’re an asshole, Reid,” you greeted him, being unable to stop yourself from smiling at the sound of his laugh and the feeling of his strong arms around you. God, you had missed him like crazy.

“I missed you, too,” he chuckled and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead, tightening his arms around you.

Neither of you knew how long you stood next to his car like that, arms wrapped around each other and never wanting to let go again, but it was the best feeling in the entire universe. Spencer was the one who carefully pushed your body away from his, smiling at you before the two of you finally got in his car.

“What happened to you? You look terrible,” you asked and leaned back in your seat, your eyes fixed on Spencer. He looked like someone had just beaten him up five minutes ago, one bruised eye, a  deep cut on his bottom lip and another one right above his eyebrow. On top of that, it seemed like he hadn’t slept in days.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders and tried to avoid eye contact while his fingers nervously tapped on the steering wheel. You could tell that he didn’t want to talk about it so you decided not to dig any deeper.

The only sound that could be heard for the following five minutes was jazz music playing on the radio. You didn’t exactly feel uncomfortable, but you were scared of saying something wrong and ruining your movie night with Spencer. 

Luckily, your best friend was the first one to speak again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” he mumbled almost so quietly that you didn’t understand a word he had said, “I know you always worry a lot, but I didn’t really… have the chance to use my phone.”

You rested your hand on his thigh, not really realizing what you were doing, and squeezed it slightly.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. I’m just glad you’re here and not buried six feet under the ground,” you ensured him, your thumb drawing circles on his thigh. Spencer removed his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on top of yours, intertwining your fingers.

He was more than relieved that you didn’t force him to talk about the case because he wasn’t sure if he was ready to replay the kidnapping, which Garcia and he had just been through, in his head already. Spencer had been one step away from knocking on heaven’s door, the feeling when his team had finally rescued him indescribable.

He had been so convinced that he would die before having told you how strong his feelings for you were and never getting the chance to kiss you that now he had to fight every cell in his body which told him to pull over and kiss you on the middle of the highway.

In his eyes, you were the most beautiful, caring, supportive and kindhearted woman to ever exist and it hadn’t taken him long to fall deeply in love with everything about you, but he had never found the courage to tell you.

Besides that, the fear of ruining your friendship was always in the back of his head, but now he could feel that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back any longer.

The traffic light in front of you suddenly went from yellow to red, causing Spencer to slow down and stop the car. You watched the other vehicles drive past you on the street, not noticing that Spencer’s hazel eyes were fixed on you the whole time.

His thumb was drawing little circles on the back of your hand, making you smile like an idiot. Spencer was closer than ever to just saying "fuck it" and press his lips against yours, already letting go of your hand so that he could cup your face in his large hands.

However, the loud honk from the car behind his prevented him from doing so, causing both of you to nearly have a heart attack. Spencer quickly focused on the street and started driving again, both hands on the steering wheel. You missed the feeling of skin-to-skin contact immediately, just like he did.

“That’s why you should always keep your eyes on the road. I thought you knew that, Doctor Spencer Reid,” you teased him and turned your face away from the window to look at him.

“A pretty woman is sitting next to me. I don’t think you can blame me for being distracted for a moment,” his words made you blush deeply and had shocked you a bit if you were being honest. Did he just flirt with you?

Spencer was surprised by his straight-forwarded compliment as well, immediately regretting it because he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Best friends didn’t flirt with each other, but was making someone a compliment even considered flirting? He had no idea.

The two of you sat in silence again. For ages, you had waited for Spencer to finally make a move, give you a hint that his feelings for your were stronger than just best friend as well, but you didn’t know if this had been the sign you needed.

The past weeks had made you realize how much he really meant to you and you were sick of calling him your best friend, having to hide your crush on him when all you wanted was to kiss his soft lips whenever he wouldn’t stop rambling about some facts nobody really cared about.

But you couldn’t just… kiss him, right?

You played with the silver promise ring, which Spencer had gifted you a few years ago, on your finger while your teeth tortured your bottom lip, unsure of what to do while trying to ignore the tension in the car. Spencer’s eyes somehow always found their way back to your kissable lips, but you were too busy looking out of the window to notice. He didn’t even want to hold back anymore.

All of sudden, Spencer pulled over and stopped the car. You looked at him, furrowing your eyebrow slightly confused.

“Are you-…,” but he didn’t let you finish your question, closing his eyes for a second and taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to do before he tilted his head so that he could look right into your eyes.

“Can you stop biting your lip? Because I might have to kiss you if you don’t.”

Your heart skipped a beat, breathing normally felt harder than ever. Someone had to punch you in the face right now so that you could make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

Even Spencer was surprised by his sudden braveness.

Every brain cell in your head had stopped working by now and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“For fuck’s sake, Spencer, just fucking kiss me,” you whispered, almost sounding like you begged him to do it.

Of course, he didn’t need to be told twice and before your brain could process what was happening, Spencer had already leaned in and united his soft lips with yours. Your heart was close to exploding in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy.

Spencer’s hand found it’s way into your (y/h/c) hair, the other one softly caressed your cheek. For a few moments, you didn’t move and felt like you had a blackout because of the adrenaline running through your veins, but just as you could feel Spencer pull back, you wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed back.

Your lips were moving in sync and you couldn’t help but moan against his soft lips as he bit your bottom lip carefully and slipped his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every corner of it. If someone had told you that Spencer was such a good kisser, you would’ve laughed, but, holy shit, he knew exactly what he was doing.

You could feel his hand move from your cheek down to your neck and as he suddenly wrapped his fingers around your throat, squeezing it gently, you were convinced that Spencer could make you orgasm just by making out with you.

Although you didn’t want to miss the feeling of his soft lips against yours for one second, you had to pull back after a few more minutes to breathe. You leaned back in your seat and took a deep breath, your eyes still closed. You were scared that if you opened them you would wake up from another dream about your best friend’s lips.

Spencer cleared his throat and whipped his sweaty palms on his blue pants, still mind-blown and breathless from the kiss.

“We should’ve done this sooner,” you whispered and finally dared to open your eyes, your gaze finding Spencer’s slightly swollen lips immediately. This was real, not just a stupid fantasy.

He couldn’t describe the feeling, but in that moment he felt the happiest man on the planet.

She feels the same, Reid, it’s mutual. Why did it take you so long to notice?

“We don’t ever have to stop again,” he answered and left a quick peck on your cheek before he started his car again.

Maybe he should get kidnapped more often if it led to a make-out season with the prettiest woman in the world.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #Criminal Minds #fluff #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds imagine

[samwilsonsbabymama]

Baby, It’s You

18+

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black Reader

Summary: @princessmisery666​ sent in this prompt

*electric slides back into your asks* Sam spends a full week playing old r’n’b songs about getting married/being in love. But his gf doesn’t get the hint, she’s just like “damn this is my jam, dance with me babe.” How she figures it out or Sam just asks is dealers choice 🤷🏼‍♀️ songs for inspo. Jagged Edge - Lets Get Married. Next - Wifey. New Edition - Something About You. 112 - Only You.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, more fluff, sex in the kitchen, fingering, bad singing and more fluff, dirty talk, and ummm... idk what else lol 💖

Word Count: 1,800ish

A/N: This was fun to write lol i feel like i haven’t written a full Sam fic in a while and I’m glad that I got the chance to lol I hope yall like it!

Songs used

Happily Ever After by Case

You by Jesse Powell

Let’s Get Married by Jagged Edge

You heard the music as soon as you pulled into the driveway. This was the third day in a row that Sam beat you home, and each day music flowed from the house while he waited for you to come home. 

When you entered, Sam was in the kitchen already starting preparing dinner. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You felt him relax into your embrace before he turned his head and greeted you with a kiss. 

“Hey, baby girl,” Sam said after he had pulled away causing you to pout at the loss of his lips.

“I missed you today,” you responded as you relaxed against his back. You felt his muscles move as he continued preparing dinner.

He hummed in agreement. “Why don’t you go get changed then come help me?” you loved cooking with Sam, so you scampered away to your shared bedroom to change.

When you returned, Sam had already set aside some vegetables for you to chop and a glass of wine. While you chopped, you and Sam sang along to the music that was playing.

You don't have to look no further than me (don't look no further, baby yeah)

You don't need much more than my lovin' to make you happy (I'm so happy, babe)

Beneath the side of God, I will make this vow to you (come on baby)

I'll be right here, stay with me (stay with me, baby hey)

“I remember when I realized that was Beyonce in that video,” you laughed when the song ended. “I watched that video on repeat asking myself how I didn’t see it.”

Sam just chuckled, but he didn’t respond as the next song started.

“This is my JAM, Sam!” you said before you cleared your throat getting ready to attempt some high notes that you knew you weren’t going to hit. “I love this song so much.”

I've finally found the nerve to say

I'm gonna make a change in my life

Starting here today

Sam started singing before you could start and you laughed. You both knew that Sam was the better singer between the two of you and that he would be the one to make money from singing if he ever quit his day job.

But when the chorus began, there was no way to keep you from holding out that note.

“And baby, it’s you!” your voice wavered as you held out the tune. Your eyes tearing up as you strained to hold the note.

Sam filled in the background lyrics as you continued to attempt the high notes in the chorus, but he took over for the chorus.

Next year lets call this day our anniversary

The day I put my heart in your hand

And said that it was yours to keep

From this moment on say that you'll always be mine

Cause girl when I'm alone with you

There's only one thing that's on my mind

“I gotta try those high notes again,” you laughed skipping the first one when the chorus repeated. You took in a deep breath and prepared to belt out the note.

“FROM THIS DAY FORTH!!!!!!” you closed your eyes as you sang, internally wishing that you had taken a deeper breath before you started. You stretched out your hand imitating Jesse Powell in the video as you sang.

When you reached the end of the note, you took in another deep breath and opened your eyes to find Sam smiling at you. Instead of letting you continue singing, Sam turned the music down and reached for your left hand.

“Sam, wha-” you began but stopped talking when he shook his head.

“I don’t know how to say this, y/n,” he began, and you could tell that he was nervous.

“I know that I can’t sing, Sam,” you laughed, “we’ve been through this before.”

“That’s not- I mean, it’s true, but that’s not what I wanted to say,” he laughed. “I’ve practiced this at least a dozen times already and after each time I feel like I know what I’m going to say but I can’t seem to remember what I had planned out because every time I look at you my mind goes blank and I can’t seem to remember anything other than how much I love you and how much you’ve made my life better and-”

“Sam!” you interrupted. “You’re not making any sense.” You were laughing at the way he was acting because you had never seen him so nervous before.

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face and was silent for a moment. While you waited for him to continue, the music changed and after the first few beats of the song played, everything clicked.

See first of all

I know these so-called playas wouldn't tell you this

But I'ma be real and say what's on my heart

You raised your right hand and placed it on your chest, “Sam,” you whispered. You tried to pull your hand away from him, but he held on tight.

“Just, hear me out.” He let out a deep breath and locked eyes with you. “Y/n, we’ve been together for a while, hell, practically our entire lives. We’ve grown together, and I don’t see me loving anyone else but you. You’ve made me a better man than I thought was possible.” 

Sam knelt down onto one knee and pulled out a ring from his back pocket. “I want to spend my forever with you. Will you marry me, y/n?”

Your eyes were clouded with tears as you thought about the events of the last few days. Sam had been trying to propose to you. All of the love songs, the flowers, him coming home before you. You hadn’t noticed because this was typical behavior from Sam; he was constantly showering you with love and affection.

You wiped the tears from your eyes before you wrapped your arms around Sam’s neck and drew him in for a kiss. His arms immediately went to your waist as you kissed. Your hands moved to the front of his shirt as you began plucking the buttons open. You wasted no time removing the shirt from his body.

As you removed his shirt, Sam worked on removing your shorts and panties. You pulled away for a second and stepped out of your pants and pulled your shirt over your head while Sam stepped out of his.

Your eyes roved over his body as the two of you stood bare before each other for a moment and when your eyes locked once again, the two of you reached for each other and your lips crashed together. 

Your movements were frenzied as you kissed. Sam’s hands gripped all over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. You wrapped one of your legs around his waist in an attempt to bring him closer, so Sam lifted you up and sat you on the counter. Sam was the first to break from the kiss as he began to move down your neck. He palmed your breast and rolled you nipple between his fingers while leaving a trail of bites down your neck.

Neither of you spoke as he kissed his way down your plump stomach and set your knees on his shoulders. He placed a gentle kiss along your inner thighs and locked eyes with you once again. Your eyes rolled back when he first licked you, drawing out a moan from the both of you. Your eyes snapped open when Sam pulled back. You watched as Sam adjusted himself and got comfortable; he wrapped his arms around your thighs and spread you open to him.

“Such a pretty sight,” he mused before he dove back in.

Your hands shot to his head as he ate you with fervor. You chanted his name over and over as he licked and slurped at your core. You felt yourself getting closer as he ate, and you clenched when he slid a finger inside of you. 

Sam pulled back and continued to fuck you with his finger. “I know you’re close, baby girl” the movement of his finger slowed and he slipped another in. “But you never answered my question.”

Your eyes snapped open at his statement. “S-Sam, please!”

He shook his head, “Nah, I need to hear you say it. I need an answer, baby girl. Will you marry me?” his fingers thrust in time with his words.

You were so close to your release, it was right there. If you moved just right, you knew that you could get it.

As if sensing your thoughts, Sam gripped your hip with his free hand and he completely stopped moving.

Your chest rose and fell a couple of times while you tried to compose yourself. You reached out and cupped Sam’s cheek. With as confident as Sam always was, you could see the vulnerability in his eyes. Sam wasn’t a mind reader, and you needed to reassure him that you were his and his forever.

You locked eyes with Sam and nodded, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The smile that graced Sam’s face made your heart swell. And when he swooped down and kissed you, with his fingers still inside of you, you swore you saw stars.

Sam resumed his movements while he kissed you, his fingers moving faster than before. You panted against his lips as he continued to fuck you.

“Cum on my fingers, baby,” he egged you on. “Cum on my fingers so you can cum on my dick next.”

You clenched on his fingers as they sped up.

“You feel so good, so wet and warm,” he praised. “I can’t wait for you to cum on my dick again and again and again.”

You gripped his arm when your legs started shaking, you threw your head back and Sam attached his lips onto your neck.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me. Cum for me, wife.”

So you did. You clenched down hard on Sam’s fingers making it hard for him to continue moving. 

“That’s it, baby girl, fuck you look so good cumming for me like this, Sam praised again.“Spread out on the kitchen counter like the meal you are. I can’t wait to be buried inside of you for the rest of the night.”

A/N 2: If you ‘like’ this, please reblog or leave a comment (even if it’s just an emoji) It would mean so much to me!!!

#sam wilson needs more love #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x black reader #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson x plus size!black reader #sam wilson x black!reader #maree writes

[georgemackayhey]

Worth Fighting For (Part: Two)

summary: You’re entirely certain George is the one. So he hasn’t got to put up much of a fight… but in a way, that’s all he knows to do.

a/n: Now is a good time to mention that I know nothing about boxing. My only refreance is a movie about mma and one nights worth of basic research. But all that matters is I'm having buckets of fun writing this! The angst starts to creep in this chapter. Let me know what yall think!

w/c: 4k

Part 1

───※ ·❆· ※───

It was the end of an exceptionally long weekend. You'd managed to throw together last minute choreography for the kids school play, taught a wedding party how to waltz, and helped a friend nail her audition for a foreign dance company.

It was easy as ever, with a broken hand. But everything else was increasingly difficult. You were still getting used to using your one, lame hand to do laundry and cook dinner. But at least you could still dance.

There was nothing better than pumping the  music and moving until it ached. Until all you had to worry about was locking up and racing home to shower, and all the things you'd been anxious about all week had long fled to the very back of your mind.

But the weekend was over, and you didn't have an excuse to stay in the studio now that all the kids who came to learn were long gone. But you had a perfectly sound reason for taking longer to do you post class stretches. As you took your sweet time sliding into your jacket and switching out the lights, you kept your eye on the window to the hallway. You tried not to look too obvious, but there was a silly, desperate hope inside of you; to see George.

The gym door remained shut, raucous music thumbing from somewhere deep inside, as you dragged your feet out in the hall. You tried not to look like you were casting glances over your shoulder, or seem too disappointed when you found no one there. When the door to your studio was locked and your adrenalin from class dwindled away, you went on your way.

And while you tried not to think about the funny feeling you got in your chest at the thought of George, you shoved open the door to the parking lot. The sky was a bleak grey and a chill crept past your layers of brightly colored clothes.

"Took you long enough." A voice crept close over your shoulder, causing you to spin around with a gasp.

George was leaning against the stone of the building, the hood of his pale jacket up over his head, strong arms crossed over his broad chest.

"How's your hand?" He asked, like he really cared to know.

"Oh, I'm managing." You decided with a smile, happening to glance at George's. "How's yours?" You asked, noticing bruises on his knuckles that weren't there the weekend before.

George seemed confused, for a beat, before glimpsing down at his fingers.

"Oh, this is nothing." He said. And before you could choose one the dozens of questions you had, you decidedly moved on.

"What are you waiting on?" You asked in a nervous giggle, glancing to his car a few parking spaces away.

"You, obviously." George rose a brow and reached for his bulky canvas bag that rested near his feet. You watched his lean figure shift as he carried the weight over one shoulder and stepped closer.

"Come on, It's my turn to treat you to DeAngelo's." He explained, walking past you to his sleek vintage car. The familiar screech of the city bus caught your ear, and you looked over to notice it stall to a stop, before you followed George's lead.

The ride was quiet. You spent most of the time pretending to be distracted by your chipping nail polish. Even in his silence George was captivating. You couldn't be sure if he'd noticed you stealing glances at him as he drove; but every time you did, you wouldn't let yourself look long.

You couldn't be sure why stepping foot into the diner to get felt different. Maybe it was because you weren't alone. You were mixed among dozens of other dinner parties and the combined white noise of everyone's collective chatter set you at ease. You weren't as shy to let your gaze linger on George as he studied you across the same booth as before.

And much like then, your conversations started mildly. He asked what you were going to order, and you tried not to feel too embarrassed for listing off the same meal. But he grinned and said he was going to do the same. And right as your conversation opened up to grow ever deeper, you were interrupted.

"Miss y/n!" An excited, drawn out greeting rang from a small boy who was busy bouncing your way. You didn't need to turn to know it was little Louis. He was one of your most loyal students. And though you'd never say it to anyone, the small kid was your favorite budding ballerina. Perhaps because he cared so unabashedly for you, too.

All four feet and fifty pounds of the curly headed boy crashed into your side of the booth, his little arms reaching to wrap you in a hug. You let out a surprised gasp and turned to try and greet the boy as soon as you realized he'd appeared.

"Today was lot's of fun. Can we do more big jumps next week?" The boy broke away from you to peer up, big brown eyes full of hope. You chuckled a little and assured the boy you'd planned on it. That's about the time his mother shuffled over, apologizing for her eight years old interrupting your dinner.

"It's alright." You assured, sheepishly glancing over to George who was sat back watching on with a coy grin. The kind of smile that- if you were younger and less confident, might have made you insecure. But knowing the little you did about George, you read no mocking in his expression. Only something more vulnerable you couldn't quite make out yet. You wondered all of a sudden just how exactly to get him to open up, and wondered hopelessly if you'd ever get the chance.

"I'm always glad to see you, Louis." You grinned at the boy, still glancing up to you in the sweetest way. "He's never missed a class in two years." You bragged to George now, who let his grin stretch a little wider.

Then you got the good sense to introduce the guy across from you. You gave his name away, and mentioned that he taught at the gym at Fit For All. Louis mother seemed to light up at the mention.

"Oh, you're Geogre? You know my oldest son, Danny. He talks about you all the time." The woman whose dark roots were nearly longer than the dyed blonde bits of her hair gleamed, and Geogre seemed to glow, too.

"Oh, yes. He's always at the gym, it seems." George sat up a little, peering to the woman Louis belonged to. The mother explained that her eldest wanted nothing more than to grow up to become a boxer. But a shoulder injury at the tail end of highschool ruined his chances. So Danny traded boxing for running, and had completed several marathons since.

George said the guy was great at encouraging the kids who frequented Fit For All, no matter which lesson they showed up for. It was your turn to smile and watch as George and his friends mother gushed over the guy who wasn't even around.

When Louis was coaxed from your side back to his mothers he gave you one final hug and raced her to a table across the room. A silence fell between you and George once more, but it was more familiar than ever. George was the first to break it.

"He was sweet." George smiled, reaching for his drink.

"Must run in the family." You pointed out. "I didn't realize Louis even had a brother."

"Danny is a good guy. He always knows just what to say. Not only to the kids, but to me too, some days." George let out a little laugh. A nervous, slightly bittered chuckle. And while it made you realize a little something more about him, it added to the complexity of George all the while. This guy was going to drive you nuts in no time. You'd let him.

///

And that's how it started. Every Friday, around the same time, you'd pile into George's ride and one of you would cover the bill for DeAngelo's.

Sometimes you got held up, trying to help a girl learn her steps for the schools annual talent show. You'd find Geogre had lingered in and made himself at home on the folded up mats near the door. You caught his gaze in the wall length mirror and tried to hide your blush while you danced on.

Other times, he'd be running behind. You shuffled outside to find George in the middle of what seemed to be a serious conversation with a familiar guy around your age. It was Danny, and you were introduced for the first time like you'd been friends forever. You found the rumors about the guy were true, even in the first few minutes of meeting. Danny mentioned his little brother mentioning you nonstop, and said how he'd been waiting to put your face to your name. George ended the small talk by reaching over and nudging you toward his car.

The slight touch of his arm against yours made you feel different than the only other time he'd touched you before. The last was when he'd rushed in to monitor your injured hand. And you couldn't feel much of anything. But now, when George leaned into you, pushing you away all the while, your nerves seemed to dance on end. But Danny's pleasant goodbye tore your thoughts away, and you waved your working hand to the guy and hoped out loud to see more of him.

Then George drove you to DeAngelos for another week in a row.

///

You hadn't really realized how much time had passed until snow started to fall. Granted the weather seemed to change much earlier than it ever had years prior. But it changed all the same, and it seemed to draw attention to the tradition you'd made of going to dinner with George.

You sat in the same spot almost everytime. And you talked about the same sorts of things. There were always complaints shared, about the growing cold, and the things that held up your week. There was always some kind of exciting news to share, about a new movie coming to town, or the things you'd accomplished during work. You even spoke about things you hadn't been keen on discussing with most other people. Like your relationship with your family and the scariest parts of highschool. Because George asked. He asked you more about yourself than he ever dared to mention his own stories.

"When are you gonna let me come watch you teach kids how to throw a punch, huh?" You teased. George had lingered in the doorway to catch the tail end of a handful of your lessons, by now. And he was always done for the night, when yours ended early.

As you ate your usual dinner, he kept his demure smile and rolled his dazzling blue eyes your way, before changing the subject. And you wanted nothing more than to listen to him talk, so you let your question go unanswered.

"We've been coming here a lot." He pointed out, plain and simply. But the comment made your heart feel like it had grown a layer of steel , sinking ever so slightly.

"Would you rather us go someplace else?" You wondered in a light manner, trying not to seem let down at the possibility of ending your tradition.

"Course not. I'm saying I like coming here." George smiled, then added, "With you."

You bit back your grin from spreading too widely and let the familiar bout of quiet follow.

///

But the next weekend was different and it was all your fault. Your water heater broke on Tuesday. And your landlord called back Wednesday night to say he couldn't help you fix it till he came back to town next week. You had to postpone Friday's class when you realized you were in too deep trying to fix the issue yourself. And while you fiddled with the matter with your non broken hand, a deep regret flooded your system when you realized George would miss you and you had no way of letting him know.

You worried all evening at the thought of standing him up. You crossed your working fingers that he'd still be keen to see you the next weekend; and tried to accept the fact that since your tradition had been broken, the thin connection you shared with George might now forever be lost, too.

By the end of your next week, your landlord was still off on holiday, and had taken to ignoring your texts asking for help. How hard was it for him to call a local mechanic to send your way before he left to go tanning for the day, or whatever?

And as you bared another cold shower and grumpily hurried to head to the studio, your power went out.

"No, no no!" You whined, flipping a light switch a dozen times in a row and wishing and hoping and praying everything would come back to life. You took a deep breath, rushed to the closet where the panel that held your home's power was, and were disappointed to find flipping a few switches there did absolutely nothing. You didn't have time to worry. You couldn't let your kids down again.

Some of them were already lingering outside of the studio when you rushed in, stomping away snow. Little Louis actually cheered and dashed your way for a hug, like he did. You smiled, set at ease by the child's sweet nature.

Then you taught him and a dozen others to dance, and let your worries fade away for an hour and a half. George hadn't slipped into the studio when the clock ticked past your usual meeting time. You tried not to let yourself feel disappointed when your kids shuffled home. You only wrapped up for the day and started to worry over your situation all over again.

But as you locked the doors to the studio, Danny was making his way out into the hall, and George was trailing close behind.

"Hey kid!" Danny glowed, turning to greet you in the dim hall. You shot him a pleasant smile, despite everything, trying not to catch George's gaze. Because his expression was so familiar, now. And he was looking right at you in a way you realized he so often did. And you'd let him down last week, and you had to do it again, now.

He shouldered past Danny as the bulky fellow seemed to decide to go home. He gave you both a quick goodnight before making his way toward the heavy doors. Then you were left alone with the guy you hadn't stopped thinking of since the time he held an ice pack to your knuckles.

"Where've you been?" He asked, like he was much more concerned than disappointed. And while that was nice, it wasn't enough to stop you from wanting to cry a little. God you hoped you didn't look the way you felt.

"I'm so sorry I missed last weekend." You started, shifting in place, under George's study on you. "My water heater broke. Then my power went out. So, now I've got to go home and figure out what to do. I hate to miss another one of our dinners but-"

"What do you need?" His question interrupted your rambles to a halt. You held your breath and looked to the guy for a curious beat before explaining yourself.

"Well I'm just going to grab some things and find a place to stay. Probably just that Motel on Second Street. My landlord is such a-"

"The Second Street Motel?" George grimaced, like he had memories of the place he wasn't over yet. "That place is a dump. And they'll over charge you. Why don't... if you'd like... well you could stay with me." George's confident speech dwindled into something meek as he spoke on. It made you chuckle a little, the way he'd surprised you when you least expected it. And when a moment of quiet passed as you searched his stunning blues eyes, George spoke up more assuredly.

"Only if you want."

"Only if you're sure." Your smile fell away as  dozen of nerves rose to your throat as you responded.

"Come on." He nodded, turning to the door in the same fashion he'd always do when you were headed to the one of the only other places you'd gone together. His ride to the urgent care was courteous. His company at DeAngelos was kind. And his offer for you to spend the night was an all new layer of generosity that made you feel the way you did when he touched you a few weeks ago.

///

He waited in his car while you used the flashlight on your phone to throw a few things in a bag. Between your toothbrush, your night clothes, and some things for the morning, you forced yourself not to think about what was happening. You just urged your feet to move and tried not to seem too excited to settle back into George's car.

He drove to his place in a silence that felt different than all the other times before. And when you stole a glance over to him, you could have sworn he'd just turned away from looking over to you. The thought danced through your mind till his vintage ride pulled to a stop outside a row of townhouses. They were just a few roads away from your own, in a quiet, bleak part of town.

George held open his front door as you stepped in from the cold, a baby blue backpack full of essentials in your clutch. And all of your expectations for what Geogre's home might have looked like were not only unmet, but left you with more questions about the guy than ever.

The home was neatly decorated in pale colors. Plants and picture frames decorated every shelf and corner, and the dish towel in his kitchen matched the tea kettle on the stove. It was reminiscent of a much older person's space, with a vibrant charm of someone much more spry. You padded to the cozy living room as Geogre disappeared around a corner, leaving you to think up a dozen more questions about the fellow you were determined to get to the bottom of.

As you eased onto the navy sofa and abandoned your bag, a light came on in the hall and an old orange cat came prancing toward your feet. You glanced down to the pet as it meowed up to you, and stretched to balance against your knees. You cooed, reaching to pet it, before the animal jumped into your lap.

"That's Sadie." George spoke, stepping into the room, slowly making his way toward the sofa. "I was going to apologize for her disregard for personal space but you don't seem to mind." He chuckled.

"Not at all, she's lovely." You grinned, cradling the cat like a baby as purs rattled her delicate frame. George seemed to watch on as you admired the pretty animal in your arms. And when you dared to look back up to him, he sat up a little, from where he was perched on the edge of the couch.

George said something about ordering take away from a place nearby, and you agreed with the condition that you got to pay for it, too make up for his kindness in letting you stay in his lovely home. And much to your surprise, when you realized it anyhow, you felt perfectly content waiting around with George, for the pizza to be delivered. He stuck to his end of the sofa, while you settled into yours, holding fast to Sadie all the while. You talked about usual things, and even laughed over some others, until there was a knock at the door.

George went to answer, as you trailed toward the kitchen, stopping in the hall to admire some of the photos on the wall. There were plenty of his family, or maybe just friends. And even some of George, dressed in boxing gloves, at who must have been his father's side. The older man who looked so much like George held up an award as his son stood by with a shy smile and messy hair.

George found you gawking at his frames on his mission to set the box of pizza on the table.

"This photo is sweet. Did you win this garish award?" You teased, turning to find George wearing a grin reminecent of the one he sported in the photo.

"I did." He said.

"But you don't really do this sort of thing anymore..." You spoke, halfway asking why in the gentlest way you knew that might pry open his closed off manner.

"No I haven't for a while." George said. He poured you both a strong drink, the kind DeAngelos didn't serve.

"Why is that?" You wondered, easing to one of the wooden paint chipped seats at George's kitchen table. You watched him take a sip of the dark liquid in his glass, as you reached for your own.

"It got to be too much." He said, easier than anytime before. Like he actually wanted to tell you. And you kept a quiet eye on him, hoping if you waited long enough, he'd keep talking.

And much to your patient delight, he did.

"I started going to Fit after school, when I had nothing better to do. I'd stay till close, because I didn't want to go home." George explained. You took small bites of pizza and listened on, eyes softly glued to George's every word. And as he ate, he told you that he didn't have a very easy time growing up. How his father was sick, and his mother was never around. How George never thought of his future because he was busy worrying about each day at a time. You could tell he didn't talk about it. Any of it. So you just kept sipping your drink and offering gentle encouragement for him to keep going. Because you wanted to know. You desperately cared to know.

George told you that on one of Bareny's regular stops in, the gym owner took notice of George. How he'd listen to the distant encouragement some coaches gave to students in the ring. How he didn't have the money to take those lessons and stuck to practicing on the mats in the corner. How Bareny noticed, and asked George if he'd like to be trained. How he took up the owners generous offer, free of charge.

And when you nudged him to keep talking by asking all the right questions, George explained that Barney helped him enter into matches that he won like an old pro. How exhilarating it was at first. But those nights would end and George would go home and he would hate it. You knew better than to ask why, as he moved on. You just hoped this was the beginning of him letting you in bit by bit. The first of many stories.  You downed the last of your drink while George finished his pizza.

"Well you might not box anymore but I'd still love to watch you teach kids how." You laughed, watching George crack a smile across the table from you. He thanked you for covering dinner and you thanked him for letting you stay over. Then you launched into a sudden ramble about how stressed out you were about what to do, how it might be better to move than to keep combating your landlord. But how you didn't have the funds to put toward either of those options.

"God sorry I sound like a cry baby." You laughed, resting your glass in George's sink as he stored the left over pizza away.

"No you don't. You sound worried, and I'm sorry to hear it. Letting you stay over is the least I could do, really." George shrugged, shifting to face you. He stood a step away, keeping his intimidating gaze on yours. The kind of glare that might have made you feel small if you didn't know George. But you saw past the way he stood so tall and stoically. You saw more of him tonight than you ever had before. And that's what made you unsure of what to say next.

"I think I'll go get cleaned up now." You spoke with a gentle nod, heading to collect your bag. George showed you to the bathroom at the end of the hall before turning away and saying something about changing, himself.

You were left to bask at your reflection in the harsh golden light as the bathroom fan buzzed overhead. You dug through your backpack to find the nightclothes you'd brought along and thought of George as you stepped into the shower. The water was hot, pelting your shoulder blades with a warmth you hadn't had the luxury of experiencing all week. But you hurried along, mindful not to use up all the hot water.

When you changed and took a deep breath and peered back to the mirror, it was covered in steam. So you zipped up your backpack and made your way back out into George's home. Sadie was waiting patiently outside of the door. She wove between your feet as you took care not to step in her path before she settled to walk at your side. Was this some kind of dream, you wondered? Some kind of idyllic alternate universe, where nothing was the matter and the space you occupied was warm and safe and shared by the boy you hadn't stopped thinking of for months in a row?

At the end of the hall, George's bedroom door was open. A soft amber light shone from the bedside lamp you could see. George appeared into view as you were drawn to the space like a moth to a flame. He wore a tattered t-shirt and a pair of cotton joggers you'd never seen him wear before. His yellow hair appeared slightly damp and he looked happy, somewhere in the depths of his usually guarded expression. He looked at home.

Sadie brushed past your ankle, out of the hall and into the living room, leaving you and George the most alone you'd ever been.

He stalled in the doorway as you halted your floating closer. His eyes were softer than you'd ever seen them, sleepier; maybe.

"Right, well goodnight I suppose." You smiled, trying not to let your eyes rake over his figure. You could practically feel how close he was.

"Right." George seemed to decide, letting his eyes search yours for a beat before his glance drifted over your shoulder.

"I'll find you some blankets." He said, slowly stepping past you. But before he could drift down the hall you stopped him. Somehow, you spoke without even thinking, without even knowing you were brave enough.

All you said was his name, like a question. And that was all it took. George turned on a dime and kissed you. He crashed his lips against yours and tangled his long fingers in your hair as he cradled your head. His grip was the only thing holding you in place as you melted into a puddle, against him. When you started kissing George back, he moved one hand down the length of your side as he made one swift move to pin you against the wall. You couldn't help but let out a surprised breath, a sigh, a laugh of some kind.

George responded by kissing you harder, until you could hardly breath. And when you stopped kissing him back to do just that, you felt George's gentle grip against the exposed skin of your hip; tighten ever so slightly.

"Do I still have to sleep on your sofa?" You asked what felt like one dozen questions in one. Your fear of ruining the one in a million moment disguised by a lithe smile. George responded by letting out a laugh, his eyes nearly closing as he did. And when he was finished, he said;

"Come on."

You followed George to his bed, not daring to hide your excitement. He pulled you in with a smile, perhaps the broadest of smirks you'd seen him sport. There was still so much you longed to know about George. So many questions you were eager to ask, so many things you longed to hear him talk about. But spending the night sharing his pillow was a good place to start, you figured. You hadn't expected it of course. You never knew what was next with George. You'd only, simply, hoped for a next time. And with the way he looked at you now, and held on, you rekonned maybe he didn't want you to stray too far, either.

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I feel so sad!

John b x reader. With a little bit of ex Rafe x reader.

So I was listening to the song You should be sad by Halsey. I’m lowkey obsessed with it & I immediately thought about this blurb idea. So the reader was with Rafe, they had a really toxic relationship & she ran away. John b saves her & puts her back together. Obviously Halsey wrote this amazing song but just for the sake of the fic, the (Y/n) character writes it. Alright I hope y’all like this because it was really fun to write. Love yall💜

It’d been 3 months since you’d ran away from everything kook related. 3 months that a certain messy haired brunette pogue had spent trying to piece your heart back together. 3 months since you ended the most toxic relationship you’ve ever had in your life. You sat on the log, curled up against John B in front of the nightly fire y’all had at the chateau. On your other side was Kie, smiling happily at you, & across the fire, JJ & Pope goofed off. These were your people now. They’d put you back together when it seemed impossible that all the pieces would ever fit right again. JJ made some stupid joke & everyone just groaned but I couldn’t help but laugh. He jumped up & ran over to me to high five me! He threw his hand up in the air a little too close to me & my body automatically flinched. My heart started to race & my vision started to go fuzzy. I ran inside, desperately trying to get air into my lungs. I raced into the bathroom, jumping in the shower & turning the water on. I sank to the floor of the shower, all my clothes still on. I sat there with my knees up to my chest & my arms curled around them, trying to keep myself from breaking. I heard footsteps & a deep sigh that I knew belonged to my boyfriend. I felt John B step into the shower behind me, sitting down with his legs on either side of me & leaning up so his head was resting on my back. “Baby, breathe. You are safe. You aren’t with Rafe anymore, no one will ever touch you again. I will always protect you” he whispered slowly drawing words on my back. He sat there drawing random shapes as the water soaked ya both. “Let’s play a game...guess what I’m writing” he then drew what felt like 12 letters. “J” I guessed for the first letter. “Yes!” He replied...we went on like that until I figured it out. “JJ is a dumbass? Really John B?” I let out a small laugh. “Okay next one” John B said as he started drawing his fingertip along the sopping wet back of my shirt. “I love you” I guessed once he’d finished the last letter. He pulled me back against him & I felt some of the tension leave my body. “Yes. & I’ll never stop loving you. I will always be the best I can for you, I’ll never let you go through what you went through before” he stated, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I love you John B. So much” I said turning & giving him a long kiss, hoping that he could feel just how much I needed him.

The next day, I was sitting on the kitchen counter watching John B make pancakes. My gaze kept drifting out the window to the calm water. Last night had stirred up some memories that were hard to deal with. Poor John B had been up half the night trying to soothe me back to sleep from my stupid nightmares. “Hey babe” John b said pulling my attention back to him. “Yeah baby, what’s up?” I asked smiling at him. “If you’re getting overwhelmed with stuff from the past, maybe you should write about it” he offered, looking back to the pan to flip the pancake. John b knew that I loved writing. It helped me get everything out. I wouldn’t call myself a song writer but I did love taking things that I’d been through & putting them into lyrics that maybe other people could relate to. If I could just help one person get through something, it’d be making a difference & that was all that I wanted. I jumped down & went to hug him from the back. I rested my head against his warm skin & just enjoyed the feeling of having John B in my arms. “That’s a good idea!” I said pressing a quick kiss to his back. “Good! Because I already texted Kie & she’s bringing her ukulele over to help” he said spinning around & swatting me on the butt with the spatula. I stood on my tip toes & pressed my lips to his as he pulled me into him. “You really are the best” I breathed out.

Kie & I sat in the hammock together, legs intertwined. She had her ukulele in her lap & I had my lyric book in mine. She reached over & pulled my pencil from behind my ear, & slid it into my hand. “Get to writing sister, I need to hear what these lyrics sound like before I can come up with a melody. Also, I’m sorry about JJ last night. He didn’t know your history with Rafe & pope chewed his ass pretty good about it.” She said as she laughed loudly. “It’s fine Kie. I just, I know what I want to say...I guess it’s just putting it into actual words is hard. Like I’m not conflicted, I’m 100% over Rafe, I just feel like none of his friends will tell him the truth. They won’t tell him that he’s turned into this monster & I feel like maybe if someone would just be honest with him, maybe he could change & find happiness in his life like I have with John B” I smiled toward the dock where John B was cleaning out the HMS Pogue. “Start there then!” Kie replied. & I did. My mind drifted back...

“Rafe, you’ve got to stop with the drugs. I can help you! You aren’t you anymo-“ I was cut off my his hand grabbing my throat & shoving me back against the wall. “Don’t tell me what I’ve got to do bitch” he snarled. His eyes were dark & pupils so dilated that I didnt even see the man that I’d grown to care about anymore. “I NEED the money, the drugs, the nice cars...I don’t need you. So you better watch the way you’re talking to me” he said, finally releasing my throat. I sank to the floor rubbing my neck where I knew bruises would form later. I took a deep breath & stood up. “I won’t do this anymore. You’ve broken me enough. You are toxic & I’m done. I’m gone & don’t you dare try to find me” I took one final look at the monster he’d become & walked away.

Kie watched as I stared off, my eyes tearing up. I felt her grab my hand & squeeze, just letting me know she was there. “I know what to write!” I said quickly scribbling down everything I wanted to say.

“I wanna start this out and say

I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice

Just a little bit of regret

Know nobody else will tell you

So there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out

And then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry

I feel so sad

I tried to help you

It just made you mad

And I had no warnin'

About who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breakin' down

And then ran so fuckin' far

That you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough…”

Kie leaned over eyes scanning over what I’d written. “(Y/N) this is good. No, it’s amazing. I mean, I don’t even know what to say” she said hugging me tightly. “Thanks for always being there Kie” I said, leaning my head on her shoulder as the hug ended. “Now let’s get to work on this melody!”

A month passed & id been hired to play at midsummers. JJ had heard the song Kie & I came up with at the chateau & while working one day, he heard about talent tryouts to play at midsummers. He relayed the message & Kie & I went & tried out. Apparently they liked us because we were one of the acts that were hired to play. Everything went so fast & suddenly, it was a couple hours before midsummers was supposed to start. I stood in John B’s room, sliding on the dress that I’d gotten. It was a deep vneck off white dress with silver beading. John B walked in & wrapped his arms around me, looking at our reflection in the mirror. “You are so beautiful baby. You are going to be amazing tonight” I smiled at his reflection. “Are you sure you & JJ can pull off sneaking in as waiters?” I questioned. “Of course sweetheart, we are total badassea at going incognito” he said smirking. I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Good. I don’t think I could get through tonight without you” I whispered. He leaned down & brought his lips to mine. “You’ll never have to go through anything without me” he said squeezing my hips, pulling me closer to him & refusing to let me go until it was time to leave.

The lights facing the stage were blinding. I felt way too many eyes on me & way too many kooks judging me. Kie nudged my arm, smiling over at me & started to play. I put every ounce of emotion that I had into that performance. All the sadness from an ended relationship, & all the hope that I had that one day Rafe would find happiness. He & I were never meant to be, I understood that now. I just wanted him to get the help he needed. A single tear slipped down my face as I sang the last line. I wiped it away, grabbing Kies hand & bowing as the crowd cheered. I scanned the crowd to see Pope, JJ, & John B cheering in the back! “That’s my girl!” John b hollered. Security saw him & started making their way over. “Shit. Come on guys! Mandatory pogue meeting at the chateau!” JJ yelled. Kie ran to JJ as he spun her around & she then threw her arms around JJ & Pope. “Cmon baby!” John b yelled. I yanked up the bottom of my dress, kicked off my heels, grabbing them off the ground & took off running....Launching myself into his waiting arms. He kissed me long & hard. “Time to go!” He said pulling my hand & dancing away right as the pissed off security guard dove at us. I threw my head back laughing as John B bent down & I jumped on his back. He carried me all the way to the waiting HMS Pogue & we all rode off into the night.

Rafe stood in silence staring after the girl he had lost. He knew he’d done everything wrong in the relationship. Maybe she was right. Maybe the drugs couldn’t fill the hole he had inside. He decided then & there that he would get clean. He would fix things with his dad. He finally had closure, & maybe one day, he would find the love that he knew she had found.

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[sauntered-vaguely-downward]

Last Names. Chapter 3.

Warnings carry over from the last two. This is the third and final in the series, there is a very good chance however that i may end uo writing one years in the future maybe a marriage, maybe when she takes his last name, i dunno anyways enjoy have fun yall and send in any requests you have

Y/n had no idea what George was planning for that night but she was very excited. She had made her own way to the Great Hall that evening, sitting among those older than her in her house. Many of them by now knew she had just come back from a date with the famous George Weasley so of course wanted to know more about the events of that evening. Y/n told them what they wanted to know, or at least enough, leaving out the details about tonight.

During pudding, the discussion had changed to the gossip of someone else, so Y/n had the chance to simply enjoy the icecream and cake in front of her. While lost in her own mind, she looked around, noticing a sudden dash of red towards the Gryffindor table. Over the heads of the other students, Y/n could see George talking to his brother. Sadly Y/n could neither hear that well or read lips, so had no idea what they were talking about, only seeing Fred simply nod before waving George away. George smiled bright, before dashing back out of the hall. He seemed both happy and proud, making Y/n even more impatient to find out what he had planned.

Y/n couldn’t concentrate that evening. She had planned to help a couple of first years with their charms homework, but was of little use to them that evening. She let them go earlier than planned, only being able to think about George and the rest of the night. She decided instead of just sitting in the common room, waiting impatiently, that she would go upstairs, get dressed up warm but nice for the night and then rest in bed until she was ready to sneak out. She chose to wear a simple jumper and jogging bottom look for the night, not knowing how cold it would be wherever it was that he was taking her. Getting comfy in bed she decided to read, but struggled, thoughts of ginger hair and Weasley jumpers dancing around in her head rather than the words on the page. Usually, when she struggled to focus she’d be annoyed, but right now, she was the happiest she could ever be.

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Around 10:30 Y/n had to pretend to be asleep for a while, because her dorm mates were still awake until then. About 10 minutes later she decided the coast was clear, getting out of bed, she put her trainers on and quietly made her way down into the now empty common room. Sitting by the fire she waited impatiently, checking the clock every ten seconds to see if she was any closer to getting to see him again.

While Y/n hadn’t ever really been close to the twins, in fact they had hardly ever spoken, she had always admired them both, thought both were good looking and cute. She had also noticed one of them always being on the courtyard when she went to study. In her head, as she sat and waited, she hoped that it had been George who had always seemingly appeared when she was studying. Y/n hadn’t thought much about it until now, but she did really like George and hoped that it would span into something.

10:57. She couldn’t possibly wait any longer, Y/n had to go and find George she had to spend more time with him. Taking a deep breath, she left the common room to embark on an unknown journey with George. She had a doubt in her mind that he might stand her up but this was quickly set aside when she saw a figure in the shadows of the hall.

First worry set through her body, but quickly after seeing a familiar flash of red, she felt at ease smiling towards the shadows before whispering.

“Its me, you can come out now.” George emerged from the shadows, a wide grin on his face.

“I was worried you’d not come,” he spoke quietly, not to draw attention to them as they stood in the dark hallway.

“How could I not?”

“Come on, we need to get moving before Filch or a prefect comes sniffing down here.” George without a second thought took Y/n’s hand. It felt natural between the pair, neither seeming to be bothered by the touch of the other.

Slowly they crept through the castle, both looking out for any signs of other people crossing the halls. Only once on their journey to wherever it was that George was taking Y/n did they nearly get caught out of their common rooms, and even then it was just Mrs Norris, who seemed to not care for the pair sneaking through the night, much rather being too interested in a mouse she had previously killed and was now playing with.

As George continued to lead the way, Y/n began to work out where they were traveling to. It was a popular spot for couples, as it wasn’t on Filch’s path. George continued to lead the way until he turned to Y/n, still grinning from ear to ear.

“I need to blindfold you now,” he stated as if it was just a simple matter of fact thing to say.

“George, I know where we're going,” she giggled, “I worked it out, you don’t need to blindfold me. Were going to the Astronomy tower.”

“Yes well done smarty pants, but I still need to blindfold you love, I have a surprise.” George without waiting for a response pulled out his tie from inside his jumper before gently tieing it at the back of her head. “Now please don’t trip up the stairs, it would really kill the mood I’m trying to set here.” Y/n giggled in response, and still clutching onto his hand, allowed George to lead her up the stairs. From under the tie Y/n could see small pockets of light dotted around the room where George stopped her.

“Okay, here it is, our little secret for tonight,” George slowly untied the tie from her head and allowed it to fall off her, into his hands. Y/n had worked out what the little bits of lights were. In about 10 jars around the room were little flames, each burning a different colour.  But that wasn’t the most amazing bit of what George had set up. By one of the archways that looked out into the world, cushions and blankets were neatly piled to make a perfect little bed for the pair of them to sit on and talk, maybe even watch the sunrise. George had even managed to pull of some late night snacks for the pair of them, chocolates and biscuits sat arranged into a little love heart on a plate in the middle of the bed.

“Oh my…” Y/n could hardly even believe what she was standing in. It was perfect.

“I know its not alot, but I wanted our first date day to be perfect, one you’d never forget…”George kept rambling on, worried that it wasn’t enough for Y/n. He knew it wasn’t that amazing, some cushions and little flames, but he really wanted her to like it.

“George this is amazing, you did all of this? For me?” Y/n was close to tears. Nobody had ever put this much thought and effort into something for her. George smiled bright before bringing her into a hug.

“Yeah of course  I did it for you silly. Like I said, I want today to go perfectly, I want you too feel special and enjoy yourself.”

“George this is the kindest, sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Well I’m glad you like it,” George smiled, before escorting her over to the little bed of cushions and blankets. Both of them enjoyed the treats George had managed to get the house elves to make for him.

They sat together, just enjoying the night, talking and laughing just as they had done before that day in the Three Broomsticks, only this time they were closer, sat touching, Y/n’s head resting on his shoulder.

“So these blankets, some of them are Freds? Is he not cold right now?”

“No I stole Rons for Fred. So Fred’s fine, Ron might be a bit cold though,” the pair laughed.

“Its nice you’re so close to your family, its really sweet.” While George didn’t want to ruin the perfection of this evening, he did want to know more about her, so he asked,

“You said you have an adoptive sister, your cousin right?”

“Yeah thats right,” Y/n normally hated talking about her family situation being the daughter of two known death eaters wasn’t exactly something to be proud of, but George made her feel safe, like she could tell him anything and he’d still stick by her side. “Yeah, my aunt and uncle were the ones to take me into their care when my parents were taken to Azkaban. So I grew up knowing Dora as my big sister. She’s the best honestly, mum and dad, well my aunt and uncle but I call them mum and dad, they're not strict per say, but mum likes us to behave but Dora was always causing trouble, pulling pranks and getting us both into trouble. We have always been inseparable since i moved in with them.”

“Whats it like then, living with them? Is it strange that they’re not your parents?”

“Not really, I was only little when I first moved in with them so for me it was the normal. It was only really when I came here that I realised how messed up life already was,” she chuckled a sad kinda chuckle. “People would treat me badly because of who my real parents were, without any thought of who I was as a person. Dora helped me get over that though, simply telling me to own it, and make sure people don’t think they can treat me badly. As long as I never forget who I am then other peoples opinions dont matter to me. Not really. Although sometimes I do lose my temper and lash out, but those people are the ones who deserve it, like Pansy. Our first week she started on me so i…”

“Pulled her hair,” George laughed. “Me and Fred watched that. We thought you we’re going to be a bully to be honest, but then later we saw you with Neville, comforting him. You seemed so sweet then.”

“Oh I am sweet, sometimes I just lose my cool. I just hate that people don’t get to know me first before saying stuff like I’ll end up like them.”

“You’re nothing like them. You're caring and sweet and kind and funny. You are nothing like them, don’t ever let anyone tell you you're like them.” George smiled sweetly placing his hand gently on her knee. It was nice for Y/N to be close like this with someone, different from the kinds of friendships she already had. Most people she didn’t really enjoy sharing with, but George was not like everyone else, he was just George, a sweet and honest boy who wanted to get to know her right here in the present, and leave the past behind.

“Thank you,” she smiled back, placing her hand just over his as she looked away, looking out at the view in front of them.

“I must say though, your quick responses to people are usually pretty amazing,” George laughed, his eyes never leaving her face. “The other day for example when you had that kid against the wall, that was fierce, like proper fierce.”

As the night carried on, so did the conversation, both being comfortable in each other presence. They laughed, joked, and smile at each other the whole time. George could not believe for one second how amazing this girl was. He had worried that maybe he had built her up too much in his mind, maybe she wouldn't be as amazing as he had thought but she was everything and more. She was sweet and kind and wanted to know everything about him and his family, but she had a wicked side, a sarcastic wit about her that gave her the perfect edge. George could only sit and admire as talked, stunned by her perfection.

“... and then mum and dad came running out to find Dora stuck up a tree on dads broomstick with me sitting under her covered from head to toe in paint. I don’t think mum has ever looked so disappointed, nor has dad ever laughed so hard at us.”

“You and your sister sound as if you could rival even me and Fred when it comes to causing trouble.”

“Oh yeah, you’d like her I think, she's very much her own force of nature, doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks about her, does as she pleases and could easily cut a bitch if she needed too.” As they laughed they both looked out to the view in front of them to see the sky as its colour changed, a light coming up from the ground as the sun slowly began to show its head. “Its morning already.” Both shared a sad looked, knowing that soon the school would be filled with students bustling about on their usual Sunday activities.

“Yeah, shame, but I had a great time, thank you for agreeing to come with me,” George smiled lovingly at Y/N, who smiled back, a happy glint in her eye. George didn't want this moment to end and after the night they had just shared he knew he wanted her by his side more than just tonight “I wanna ask you something though. You don’t have to get back to me right away though, which is completely fine because I know we’ve just starting properly talking a…”  George was cut off with Y/N’s lips gently landing on his. At that moment his heart exploded, butterflies filled his stomach and his ears rang with bells, fireworks and every other cliche in the book. Y/N went to pull away as George seemed to be motionless in shock until his hand held onto her waist pulling her a little closer, his lips moving against hers, allowing her to relax into the embrace.

When they pulled away both had a smile on their lips. George couldn't help but feel that in this very moment nothing could possibly have been better than being here with her.

“You were trying to ask me something?” Y/N smirked. George only grinned back, kissing her again, knowing she knew the question, and the way she kissed him back, he knew she was saying yes. George Weasley was now dating Y/N Lestrange and nothing in the world could make him happier.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george #weasley #reader #reader insert #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fan fic #harry potter fan fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[markleetrashh]

In your arms;Jeno

Genre: Pure fluff im gonna make yall soft for jeno

Summary: In which you start to realise that the happiest moments in life are in the littlest things, such as waking up in the arms of your favourite person.

Request: Hi 👋 I’m a big fan of your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Jeno “in your arms’” scenario please! Only if you have time obviously 😊

A/N: hehe this i came up with this storyline on the stop and im proud of it so i hope yall would like it!!

Word Count: 733

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"Nothing beats the rush of joy i get when i wake up in the same bed as you."

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Fading light.

The darkness was slowly becoming too overwhelming, and your timid self could barely stand on your two feet anymore. The coldness made your skin tingle, and as hard as you tried to make out anything in the darkness, all you could see was black around you.

You ran and ran endlessly, but there seemed to be no way out. Getting more and more anxious, your tears threatened to fall as your crossed your arms together, an attempt to make yourself feel safe, or even the slightest warmth.

Faint light.

Seeing a tiny light shining in front of you, you immediately starting running again, with your heart pounding against your chest. As you got closer, the coldness you once felt slowly started to get warmer. With hope in your eyes, you kept running towards the light source.

Even though panting like crazy, you wouldn't stop. The faint light seemed to draw you in closer and closer, as the warmth slowly got more comforting.

Shining light.

Thank goodness for you, your running paid off as you were finally closer to the light. Not only that, it became brighter. You stopped to take a short break, before you starting running again.

The warmness you felt now that seem to radiate from the light fit onto you at the perfect places, the right spots just enough to keep you calm and comfortable. Your racing heart from before was now beating at a constant pace, and the anxiety that you felt from before has vanished.

Brightness.

At last, you were finally surrounded with brightness and whiteness instead of the pitch black you saw and felt earlier on. The warmth from the light had managed to set your heart and mind at ease, as you finally let out a deep breath, glad that you had escaped the darkness.

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A warm breath on your neck sent chills down your spine, as you slowly opened your eyes, the brightness almost blinding you. After blinking a few times, you finally got used to the brightness as you looked around the familiar surrounding.

A heavy weight on your waist caused you flinch a little, before you looked to your side then relaxing again. Naturally, a smile formed on your face as you saw the face next to yours.

Jeno's soft baby skin made him look effortlessly handsome even when he was sleeping, his lips forming a little pout. His baby pink lips looked soft and endearing to you, as you couldn't help but trace your finger along them.

You felt his arms tighten around your waist at your touch, his eyelids twitching a little. Smiling to yourself again, you played with his messy hair, as your leg hooked over his.

Then, you felt him snuggle up against your neck as he took in a deep breath, taking up your scent, before giving you small pecks on your beck.

"That tickles"

You mumbled softly while letting out a small laugh, your hands caressing his back.

Jeno giggled a little before mumbling back in his morning voice, "That's what you get for waking me up."

Looking up and facing you again, Jeno gave you a big smile, although his heavy eyelids were barely even open.

You smiled at how adorable he looked, before you leaned forward to give him a small kiss on his cheek, as you watched them immediately blush up into a pink shade. Jeno couldn't help but smile, before he leaned forward to kiss you on your forehead, then your nose.

"Good morning lovely"

And it was then you realised, the dream you had earlier on wasn't just a dream, it was reality. The darkness represented the world around you and the times where you felt like giving up, as you endlessly kept on running and running with no visible end.

And the light that kept shining in front and gave you hope, was Jeno. He lit up your dark world and brought in so much happiness and hope into your life, and every single day you were grateful that he entered your life.

The coldness you felt before has now been replaced with Jeno's constant and continuous love and affection, his arms giving you an endless warmth that always comforted you.

#this turned out better than i expected #i hope yall will like this! #jeno scenarios #nct scenarios #nct jeno #nctwriters #nct #nct dream #nct 2018 #nct fluff

[onpurposebreezy]

CHAPTER 40

LORI

 I was in the living room hoping Cody would come in but he didn’t, I shouldn’t have ignored him like I was doing he was right I was wrong but the thought of him going to another woman’s party that he slept with made me so mad, I wanted to hit her in her face and I don’t even know her.

“I mean is that all he said you didn’t let him finish?” Zach helped me put my feet up.

“No I walked away I told you that”

“Oh wow”

“I hope he didn’t go to her house”

“I doubt it more than likely he went to our parents’ house to talk to our dad, doubt he went anywhere else” Kim moved around the livingroom sitting down.

“I feel so stupid I should have let him say what he had to say instead of being a bitch now I just wanna be in his arms and hear him out we was having such a great time”

“I’m sorry sweetheart” Josh says as he pats my foot. “But I wanna know Ms. Kim is how did you find out about them and your so cool with it”

“It’s simple at first I didn’t know anything and when I would walk into the room I just would think they was just hanging out but then the more and more I was around them I knew something was up the day I called her a semi virgin when you left and didn’t come home, I never seen Cody so worried he stayed up all night stayed on the couch and then when you finally did come home you both was mad at the same time avoiding each other than after a while yall both was happy again and talking to each that’s when I knew it so I had to find proof and I did when I came home seeing the back was set up for Netflix and chill session was one proof but I needed hard proof and I got it when I saw yall kissing in the kitchen when yall thought I went upstairs and I didn’t so I always knew and it felt good to know for sure but since yall didn’t wanna tell me I push other people off on yall, my own enjoyment.”

“You caused us to break up for pushing Miles on me and we end up kissing”

“I know I’m sorry about that I didn’t think that was going to happen that was not my plan when I push him to you”

“I know” we hung out for about an hour or 2 until I got sleepy and I went to bed after sleeping for 3 hours I got up because I had to use the bathroom after using it I left the room going to Cody’s room I heard the shower going and I sat on the bed waiting for him to come out so we can finally talk I was glad he came back.

The bathroom door opened up and he walked out with a towel around his waist, he walked to me and lifted my face and kissed me I gladly kissed him back.

“I don’t like fighting with you and if I didn’t love you and wanted your trust I wouldn’t have told you I could have just went and never said a word”

“I know I believe you and I’m sorry to but did you have to shower you could have just went all funky”

“Yea but I need to smell good for me, smell me” I sniffed him and put my finger in his belly button and he giggled moving my finger.

“You smell good”

“New body wash I thought you would like it” I watched him go into his closet I guess to get dressed. We talked about the baby and just baby stuff in general when he came out all dressed.

“You know you didn’t have to match either”

“Come on I’m not going out nowhere tacky”

“That’s the whole point; did you get her a gift?”

“Yea it’s in the box on the bed” I turned around and picked up the box took a few deep breathes then opened it.

“Wow nice really nice you sure nothing is going on between yall anymore this is a very expensive Cartier love bracelet. Rose gold these are not cheap at least $1000 maybe more what did it cost?”

“Do you really wanna know?” he looked at me going to his dresser putting his jewelry on.

“Yes I do” I closed it putting it down on the bed.

“Less than the ones I got you cost”

“You got me? Really not the same one”

“Nope” going in his draw he pulled out a box and turned to me opening it.

“Wow all 3 are mine?”

“Yes ma’am I was going to give it to you earlier but we had a fight”

“Wow thank you baby” I leaned up and kissed him then I thought about how much it must have cost. “How much did it cost tell me I wanna know”

“You got at least 21,000 in your hands” I almost dropped this baby on the floor I handed him back the box after closing it and backing away.

“I can't that’s too expensive please take it back and hers too” I got her box handing it to him, he just laughed putting one box in his pocket and handing me the other one with a kiss to the palm of my hand. He pulled me to him hugging me tight kissing my forehead then resting his head on mine.

“Nothing in this world is too expensive for you; I’d lay my world at your feet”

“Cody” I squeezed him to me.

“I miss your touch, the smile on your face and the sound of your voice so sweet

I love as the day ends, to lie in each others arms, to kiss you and to feel your heart beat

I love to feel you in my arms as you sleep so peaceful and sweet

The warmth of your body, the smell of your perfume and to feel your heart beat

To see you in the night, in the light of the moon for you are so beautiful

Your love, your warmth, your laughter, your touch fills my heart so full

My one desire is to love you so much that you never have doubt

The love that I feel for you is so overpowering that at times I want to shout

I want to shout out that I love you and I adore you

I want the world to hear me praise and love for you

I wish that I could lift you to the stars above

I know that you were sent by God to me with love

I adore you not only for only your beauty but for what you have shared with me, your love

You are a beautiful person whose inner beauty is like that of an angle from above

I praise you as my girl, a girl more perfect than any other

I look at you and see a special person, one of a kind

God has blessed us all and me especially with a girl so fine

Together we have stood for each other

I can only love you and never another

Please know that I love you for all that you are and all that you give

I promise to love you, hold you, adore you and praise you for as long as I live”

I broke the hug and looked up at him and his face said it all.

“Cody please”

“I love you” he got down on one knee and opened a small box I was breathless at the sight of the ring looking back at me. He’s serious about us!!

[angelkurenai]

Imagine Jensen, your costar, trying to show you that he has feelings for you while interacting with fans that ship you but only ends up embarrassing you.

“What?” Jensen frowned, walking closer to the fan who approached him as well “It's a what?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

She giggled, showing him the photo “Fanart! It's called fanart!” she handing him the photos as he examined them with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah and that's (Y/s/n).” she answered with a grin “A couple different photos, most of them are AUs.”

“They're what?” he raised an eyebrow “I love how I keep asking about everything, yes I'm an old man I know both my hearing and knowledge on these stuff sucks!”

“It stands for Alternative Universe.” she giggled “And uhm they were all made by fans too, oh this one's my favorite. This one is set in Supernatural and it just shows that you are and OTP, it had gone viral on tumblr when the creator uploaded it!” she said excited and Jensen chuckled softly.

“Man you are talented, I gotta say, but next time I better bring a google translator because damn too many terms and- oh oh!” his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised suggestively as a smirk formed on his lips.

“And what is this now?” he asked with a chuckled, smiling mischievously and she took a look herself before laughing.

“Yep, that's Dean and (Y/c/n) too. I told you it's all about (Y/s/n) here.” she laughed.

“That's Dean huh?” he raised an eyebrow, asking “Cause it kinda- his- my face doen't kinda show from where it is and how they've got us in a position that... yeah.” he snickered, showing the drawing to the fans who whistled and cheered at the slightly mature drawing.

“So you're (Y/s/n) shippers, like all of you?” he asked, motioned to all the fans who screamed excited yes and he nodded his head in approval “Well I do know that term so-” he looked at them with a grin “Glad to meet yall, I'm the captain of this ship and I sure as heck am keeping these! Especially that one!” he said with a smirk and folding the picture he tucked in a pocket.

“Of course you do.” you said with a smirk into the microphone and Jensen turned to grin at you in a childlike way that made your heart skip a beat.

“What?” he shrugged, laughing as he came to sit in his place next to you “I am guilty as charged but-” he turned to look at the fans with all seriousness “I ship it!”

“This is so going to make a gif to break tumblr.” you giggled, leaning back in your chair and trying to look as casual as possible while you felt your cheeks burning at everything that was happening and he laughed.

“I'm not going to ask about it because oh I do know what it is!” Jensen said with a sly smirk “I've taken a look at her account too!” he said to the fans and you gasped in shock, eyes wide.

“Jens!” you screeched “I've told you a thousand times to stay away from my phone!” you hit his shoulder, and if your face wasn't bright red before it sure as hell now felt as if it was on fire.

“Not my fault, it was there all alone asking for some company! You should put a password or something, you know me after all. But now that we're at that topic-” he leaned forward, resting his chin on palm “Interesting posts you have in your likes, Miss (Y/l/n), wanna elaborate on it or shall I do the honors?” he was obviously ready to tease the living heaven and hell out of you and enjoying it already.

“Jensen Ross Ackles you are so dead once this panel is over.” you grumbled, hiding your face in embarrassment behind your hands.

“No need to be shy sweetheart , I can let you all know about my little dirty secrets that include the internet and we'll be even! And oh I have plenty!”

“We're talking about Jensen here, he sure as heck does plenty!” you said matter-of-factly to the fans who laughed “And oh be sure I will find out as many as I can to blackmail you too!”

“Can you believe this woman plays an innocent and clueless nephilim? Well, it sure as heck seems like Dean will in teaching her new things then.” he shrugged, leaning back in his chair casually.

“Teach her what?” one of the fans asked as the rest laughed, along with you.

“Since we're keeping it PG rated I'll let you know via my own tumblr account sometime later!” he winked and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“And then you dare accuse me! You have more dirty secrets that me Ackles!”

“Oh you bet I do!”

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..

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“Do those include you trying to convince the writers to have a bed scene with (Y/n)'s character or not?” a fan in the crowd said loud enough and your eyes snapped wide open, Jensen's own widening as well.

“Well, the internet is no good at keeping secrets apparently.” Jensen mumbled with a nervous smile as you raised an eyebrow at him.

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural one shot #supernatural x reader #jensen #jensen ackles #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen imagine #jensen ackles imagine #jensen one shot #jensen ackles one shot #jensen fanfiction #jensen ackles fanfiction #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean imagine #dean winchester imagine

[choco-chip-cookie]

Get Like:Calum Hood Imagine

This wasn’t requested, I just got really bored on the two hour drive to my aunt's house. This was based on a song by one of my favourite female artist because her album’s fuckin lit, so I might pick a few more to write about. Hope yall like it. Oh, and y/n/n stands for your nickname if you needed to know.

I don't like when I catch them out the corner of their Of their eyes, look all hypnotized

Your eyes darted around the room, trying to not make eye contact with any man looking your way. You knew you looked good tonight, hell, most nights like these you did, but you didn't like the extra attention that came with it. It seemed as they were hypnotised by the way your outfit showed just enough leg and the right amount of cleavage. You felt all of the stares coming from every which way as you walked in search of one specific person. You eyed the room once again, looking for someone you recognized, and smiled when you noticed Luke and his girlfriend at the bar.

"Hey, Y/N!" Luke shouted as you walked towards the two. He gave you a quick hug before Arzaylea did the same.

"Got all dressed up for Calum, eh Y/N?" She smirked and sent you a wink. You couldn't help but to roll your eyes at the girl, but didn't deny her assumption.

"Have you two seen him?"

Luke downed a tequila shot, scrunching his face up before answering,"He's over there with Ashton somehwere."

"Wanna have a few shots with us, Y/N?" Arzaylea asked as athe bartender brought over a new round.

"Free shots? Of course." You laughed as you picked one up.

You and Arzaylea clinked the small glasses together before downing them, deciding not to go with a chaser. Four more shots later you were already tipsy and so was she. Unlike the four rockstars, you two weren't heavy on drinking, so it didn't take much to get drunk.

"I'm gonna find Calum!" You shouted over the music.

"Yeah! Go get some dick, Y/N/N!"

"Arz!" You laughed, punching her on the shoulder.

You strutted off into the crowd  in search of Calum and after shoving past multiple people and grabby hands your finally spotted him. He was sitting on the red couch in the corner, casually sipping his beer and scrolling through his phone while some blonde chatted him up. If you weren't mistaken it seemed that he wasn't interested in having a conversation with her.

I don't mind when I catch you stare me all the way down To my thighs makes me realize

"Hey, Calum." You grinned as you walked towards the Maori boy.

He looked up from his phone, his eyes trailing your body before they met with your Y/E/C ones. You took a seat on the left of him and gave the girl a smirk, causing her to roll her eyes and walk away.

"You look so good." He groaned and you laughed at the almost pained expression on his face.

Calum leaned over to press a kiss to your lips, you deciding to tease him a bit by biting his. He let out a sigh before pulling away, eyeing you again and then shifting uncomfortably.

"Why must you tease me?"

"I dunno, it's entertaining."you shrugged.

You and Calum talked for a while, having to yell a bit due to the music being turned up louder than necessary. You tried to contain your smile as you noticed he kept eyeing your freshly shaven legs or the small bit of cleavage you were showing. Calum even stared at your lips while you talked, lust clouding his eyes. You were trying to listen to him talk about some kid throwing up all over one of his friends before you got there, unconsciously folding your legs and drawing circles on your thigh. Calum stopped mid sentence and allowed his eyes to travel to the shadow between your legs.

"That skirt is a little short don't you think?" He questioned as he licked his lips, his gaze never faltering.

"Not really."

"If you bent over just the tiniest bit I'd be able to see your panties."

"Well..." you trailed with a laugh,"maybe it is a little short, but it's cute."

"Very cute."he smiled, his hand gripping your knee.

That I'm shy and just a little awkward But you bring it out of me, out of me

"Cal, stop staring." You giggled awkwardly, playing with the hem of your short skirt.

"You're so fucking hot."

"Calum." You whined, hating when he praised you like this because it made you feel like you were going to throw up a dozen butterflies.

You felt your face heat up as he continued to stare at you like you were the last meal on earth.

"No, seriously. This damn skirt is killing me." He laughed as he tugged it a bit." I have so many thoughts running through my head."

"Oh lord." You sighed, now knowing you were in for it. Once Calum got worked up, there was no stopping him. He was going to get you turned on just as much as he was before he eventually took you.

Calum pulled you into his lap, allowing you to feel his hard on, and began to press kisses onto your neck. You sighed as you felt the wetness pool into your panties while he lightly began to massage your inner thigh.

"Just want to bend you over something and take you from behind. Fuck you nice and hard with this little skirt pulled up around your waist."

You groaned inwardly as he began to tell you all of the things he wanted to do to you. You weren't much of outspoken person when it came to sex. Usually when you ended up having sex Calum initiated it, and that's quite often with his high sex drive. Calum always knew what to say, what to do to get you in the mood. He brought out the "kinky freak" in you as Arzaylea liked to put it.

We get loud, don't think anyone can make me make a sound Know that make you proud

"Louder, baby. Let them know who's making you feel this good." Calum groaned out.

You continued to moan loudly with no shame as Calum pounded into you.He somehow found a unlocked game room and decided that he was going to do just what he described. So here you were, bent over a pool table with your skirt pulled up around your waist as he fucked you into oblivion.

"Fuck, Calum."

"That's it,Y/N, say my name. What's my name?"

"Calum."You moaned, a little yelp leaving your lips as he smacked your ass.

"Wrong name, sweetheart. What's my name?"

"Daddy." You almost shouted as he repeatedly hit the right spot deep inside of you.

Before meeting Calum, you never really enjoyed saying calling your partner daddy, let alone was this vocal during sex. You just couldn’t help yourself with him. He lived for your moans, tried everything in his power to get you to not hold back so he could hear them. You were starting to think that they aided to his pleasure, honestly, because the louder you moaned, the harder he’d have to try to fight off a smile.

"That's my girl." He grinned proudly, placing kisses onto your shoulder as he brought you upright and pulled out of you.

"I want you to ride me, babygirl."

You couldn’t help but to grin as you led him to the small couch in the corner.

I confess, after we get done we always leave a mess Don't wanna get dressed

"Holy shit." Calum laughed breathily as you rested your head onto his shoulder.

"You never cease to amaze me with mind blowing sex." You giggled as he tried to capture your breath, you core still throbbing from your previous orgasm.

"What can I say? I've got good dick."

"Shut up, you idiot." You shook your head at him, moving strands of hair that were stuck to your face.

"Jake is going to be upset that we knocked his stuff off of the table."

"Correction, you knocked his stuff off of the table."

"Yeah, but I fucked you on it, therefore you're just as guilty as me." He pointed out and you rolled your eyes.

"I didn't tell you to fuck me on his table."

"You didn't complain either."

"I hate you."

"You don't." Calum laughed, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"I don't wanna get dressed. Can't we just walk back downstairs naked?" You sighed and Calum snorted.

"I wish."

'Cause you're the only one that I get like,you're the only one that I get like, Get like this for

Can't nobody else make me feel like, you're the only one that I feel like Feel like this for

"Yanno, you're the only one who can get me like this."

"Oh really?" Calum laughed.

"Yeah." You nodded your head."I'm not a really sexual person and honestly before you I thought I could go without it, but you really bring it out of me."

"Well, I'm glad to be the only one who can fuck you right." He winked and you snorted.

"It's not even just that, though, Cal. You're the only guy that can make me feel butterflies from just smiling at me or make me feel like I'm the most special girl in the world simply because you call me to take me out. You're the only guy that can make me feel one hundred percent confident in myself and like I'm beautiful just the way I am."

Calum only looked down at you adoringly as you somewhat expressed your feelings to him.

"You're the only guy that can get me to feel like I'm actually in love."

All you, all yours, it's yours, it's yours All you, all yours, I'm sure, it's yours

"You love me?" He questioned with a slight smile, his eyes sparkling with joy. Your cheeks heated up as you nodded timidly, childishly drawing hearts onto his chest.

"I think I've loved you for a while." You bit your lip as you looked up at him."But yanno, me being the awkward turtle I am didn't want to admit it first."

"I love you too." He laughed as he pulled you in for a kiss, tangling his hand into your hair."I love you so much it hurts."

"So..."you trailed not knowing where this leaves you two."We're not exactly together."

"Well, I would like to think that us confessing our love for each other is the same as agreeing to be in a relationship."

"Oh,"you laughed awkwardly,”yeah, right.”

"You're mine, right?” He questioned,”It's just me and you till the end?"

You smiled and placed a loving kiss to his pink, swollen lips, then one over his heart.

"Of course, Cal. This is all you, I’m all yours."

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Stress Reliever

Rated: M

Warning: Smut

Summary: Jungkook’s had a bad day at work and could use a little stress relief.

Note: i’ve been craving some domestic jungkook smut so i decided to write some. i wouldn't consider this yalls late christmas present... how about a late stocking stuffer? LOL. also, for the first time ever.. jungkook isn’t totally dom daddy in this GASPPPPP (ok maybe a lil. doNT LOOK AT ME)

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Words couldn't express how glad he was that today was finally over. Work about drove him fucking insane today, so to say that he was happy as he walked through the front door was quite the understatement.

He kicked his shoes off by the door and tossed his keys onto the bar, looking around the apartment as he undid the first few buttons of his shirt, looking for you. "Baby?" He called out, and when he got no response he knew you were probably in the bedroom.

So he began to trudge his way in there, scratching the back of his neck and realizing how excited he felt to see you after such a long and irritating day. You always knew how to calm him down.

"Fuck," he groaned as he twisted the knob to open the door, practically falling into the bedroom and sure enough he saw you curled under the covers, watching something on the TV.

Attention caught, you averted your eyes from the TV screen to him and your mouth spread into a smile. He wanted to crumble at the sight, a weight already being lifted off of his shoulders just from seeing your face.

"Why hello there," you murmured with a laugh to your voice, probably amused by his disheveled appearance.

Jungkook whined quite like a child as he dragged himself across the room to the bed and promptly dropped himself down onto it, head hitting the pillows and hair fanning out across them. His arms were spread out, legs too with one hanging off of the bed. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

For a moment you just stared at him in slight shock, and then you let out a few giggles, rubbing his arm that was spread out onto your stomach. "Aww baby, tough day?"

"I don't wanna talk about it, just come give me a kiss." He demanded, a pouty tone to his voice which caused you to giggle again. You scooted closer to him, which was kind of awkward since you were under the covers and he was laid out on top of them. Touching his cheek, you turned his head your way and he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, making your heart flutter as you leaned down to place a kiss onto his lips.

Languidly, you moved your mouths together for a moment, wet lips making a light smacking sound as you kissed, but neither of you minded. When you broke apart, Jungkook's chest tightened when he saw your slightly swollen lips, loving when they looked like that. Knowing he made them that way.

"Come here," he murmured, voice low and he straightened his body a bit, moving his other leg up onto the bed.

"I'm already here." You raised an eyebrow, grinning at him. Teasing.

"No, come here," he said again with a sigh, patting his upper thighs.

Unable to resist the perfect seat, you pushed the covers off of you and climbed on top of him to where you were straddling his hips, the only thing on you being your giant t-shirt and panties. You raised another eyebrow at him, looking down at him with an amused smile.

Jungkook grabbed your hands, lacing your fingers together in the air and then he squeezed them lightly. "I fucking love you, you know that, right?" He stated with a husky voice, bringing one of your hands to his mouth so he could kiss it.

You could feel your heart swell at the blatant confession, but it also kinda made you want to laugh. Not that his expression of love to you was funny, but because he must have had a really bad day to be acting so sappy right now.

"I know baby," you cooed, lowering your clasped hands to the pillows, above his head. "And I love you too, so much." With that being said, you bent down to press another indulgent kiss to his mouth.

He squeezed your hands again and sighed softly when he felt your tongue skim across his lip, stomach tightening with a certain burn.

As your tongue's danced a familiar dance with one another, you rolled your hips down onto him, deliciously rubbing your warm center against his clothed cock. The action made his breath hitch and he raised his hands up off of the pillows, placing them on your ass to encourage you to do it again.

"Baby," you moaned when he practically shoved you down onto him, feeling the friction tingle all the way through you. "Fuck--" you were shut up by his kisses, as they turned more fervent and passionate, lips moving together more quickly than before.

It wasn't a surprise when a few moments later he was grasping onto your hips, leaning up and then rolling over until you were beneath him and he was in between your legs. His arousal was apparent at this point, the hardness in his pants pressed firmly against your thinly clothed center - the cotton material sticking to you from your growing wetness.

His kisses began to make their way to your jaw, and then down the column of your throat. They were wet and sloppy and noisy, the blatant desire for you being so evident. "I want you," he spoke roughly against your skin. "I want you so fucking bad right now." His grip on your hips tightened and you felt his own stutter into you deliciously.

"You have me baby," you explained to him breathlessly, placing your hands on his cheeks so you could tilt his head up to look at you. "I'm all yours." Was whispered against his lips before you kissed him gently, although the contact was quickly intensified by him. His hands disappeared from your hips and you heard the mouthwatering sound of him unbuckling his belt.

Jungkook unceremoniously shoved his pants down and tried kicking them off of his legs all while trying to continue kissing you. You grinned against his lips at how desperate he seemed to be, but when he finally got them off, he surprised you by gripping under your thighs and pushing them back, pressing his now bare-cock against your soaked panties - wiping the grin right off of your face and drawing a moan passed your lips.

"Jungkook," you moaned out in complete and utter desire and arousal, and the sound of you practically whining his name was what completely unhinged him. Suddenly, he dropped one of your legs so he could use that hand to begin tugging on your panties relentlessly, trying to get them off despite the fact that he's going to have to drop your other leg and perhaps scoot back for that to happen.

"Fucking hell," he growled in frustration, pulling so hard on the fabric that the edges dug into your skin causing discomfort, "why do you even-- fucking wear these." You couldn't even begin to think about laughing at his unreasonableness because then there was a tell tale ripping sound that filled the air between you two and you knew to your disdain that your panties were no more.

But honestly that was the least of your worries when you felt the blunt head prod at your folds as he got into position, most of his weight settled back on his bent knees and he tucked his thighs underneath yours, keeping your legs sufficiently spread open.

A shiver shot down your spine when his thick length slid up between your folds, the head poking at your bundle of nerves and making you slightly shift your hips in pleasure.

"Mm, I fucking love you. And I love your tight little pussy, fuck," he growled out, nipping your bottom lip, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you baby -- God, you're so fucking perfect."

The praise and affection made your stomach and chest tighten, completely overwhelmed by his blatant words and actions. He slid his cock through your wetness one last time, being careful to press his head into your clit and then he slid it back down until the tip caught in your entrance and with a smooth deliberate roll of his hips - he slid home.

Honestly this was not something you had been expecting to happen today. Jungkook worked a long shift at his job, and all you had to do was go into your work for a couple of hours this morning until someone else came in. And after you got home, you decided it was a lazy day since Jungkook was going to be gone so you just stayed snuggled up in bed and had yourself a little Studio Ghibli movie marathon.

Needless to say, hot passionate needy sex was not how you envisioned the end of your day.

But it was so much fucking better.

He rocked his hips into you, going balls deep each time and you gasped at the feeling as you tilted your head back, pressing it into the pillows and baring your throat. You could practically feel his eyes piercing holes into you, staring down at you and the inviting view of your offered neck.

Unable to resist, he leaned down and began scattering kisses across your neck and his hands slid up your sides, under the big t-shirt you had on, raising it up until it was bunched at your chest. Now that your breasts were exposed, he moved on from your neck and directed his attention to your erect nipples - flicking his tongue across one and then latching onto it and sucking, looking up into your eyes.

"Baby," you yelped at the onslaught of sensations, gripping onto the bed sheets and pulling up. The pace of his thrusts increased, hips moving into you more quickly and making your whole body rock up with each thrust. Sweat began to accumulate, making the lewd sound of your skin meeting over and over again resonate through the air.

The most delicious noises were falling from Jungkook's mouth, a mix between a grunt and a whine every time he plunged himself back into your wet warmth. You lifted your head up, searching for his lips so you could swallow the sounds spilling from his mouth and he willingly let you find them, pressing them against yours firmly.

You bucked your hips up against his, a few times until he stopped thrusting, knowing what you were wanting. Careful to keep him inside of you, the two of you rolled over until Jungkook was on the bottom. You began rolling your hips back and forth once you were situated on top of him, loving the way the tip of his cock brushed your sweet spot within in this position.

"Fuck. Yeah baby, oh fuck--" Jungkook was being so vocal right now and you couldn't remember the last time you were this turned on (but you were willing to bet that the last time involved Jungkook, of course). His groans and words of pleasure had you clenching around his cock as you rocked upwards and the sudden tightness had him shifting his hips up as well, shoving himself deep inside of you until his balls pressed into your ass.

You were surprised by his sudden movement, so you gasped and seized up for a moment, giving him the perfect opportunity to bend his legs and plant his feet flat on the bed. In this position you were forced to leaned forwards and Jungkook placed his hands on your ass to keep you in place, before he promptly broke loose.

His hips began hammering up into you rapidly, hitting your spot dead on inside and making you moan out loudly, almost screaming, holding onto his shoulder with one hand and grabbing a hold of the sheets with the other. You fucking loved it when Jungkook pounded you like this, when his hips moved in such a rapid pace that the sound of skin on skin slapping filled the air so loudly and your body was forced to take the onslaught of thrusts, breasts bouncing and hair falling in front of your face - brushing over Jungkook's as well.

"I'm gonna come--" His voice was strained from the effort of fucking up into you, and you made a noise of agreement since you yourself were close, but suddenly Jungkook was flipping you back over, reversing the positions once again and he grabbed your legs, hitching them up over his shoulders and then he pounded his hips so hard into you that you clutched the covers and cried out helplessly loud.

It seemed that he didn't need much more, because shortly afterwards he was pressing himself in balls deep as he lost his load inside of you, offering a few small thrusts to milk himself dry.

You had been so close, but now that he stopped thrusting, your release was ripped away from you.

"Baby, please," you pleaded, trying to shift your hips underneath his weight. But instead of resuming his fucking, he leaned to the side slightly, allowing room for his hand in between you and with his thumb after giving it a lick he began rubbing circles into your clit. Your back arched and the direct stimulation was almost too much, the urge to grab his wrist was strong, but suddenly it was like a freight train had hit you and your hips bucked up of their own accord when you unexpectedly reached your release rather quickly.

The orgasm caused you to clench around him, and he winced from hypersensitivity, so he pulled his softening cock out of your sloppy hole and watched as a rivulet of cum followed him out. Right before it dripped to the bed however, he caught it with his finger and wiped it back up to your entrance, rubbing it in the best he could.

"Ugh, what are you doing?" You asked, panting, arms folded over your face. Feeling his fingers down there was not appetizing right now.

"Don't wanna mess with dirty blankets tonight. Too fucking tired." He replied, opting to grab what was left of your panties and doing the best he could to clean you up with them.

Moving your arms, you looked down at what he was doing and watched him ball the dirty ripped fabric up in his hands. "Don't you dare--" as you were speaking, he tossed the panties somewhere off of the bed, "--throw those off of the bed." You finished, huffing a sigh and rolling your eyes.

Jungkook chuckled. "Oops." And then he plopped down beside you, scooting down so he could throw his arm over you and rest his head on your chest. "Why did you want them to stay on the bed anyways?"

"Dunno, just didn't want your cum to stain the carpet or anything."

"You're so weird," he mumbled, kissing the top of one of your breasts. "We've learned that we can get cum stains out of just about anything. Why would carpet be any different?"

"Okay, shush," you rolled your eyes again and then grinned tiredly. "Get the covers."

Jungkook obeyed, reaching down and grabbing the covers, pulling them up over you two. After that, he looked at the TV across from the bed and noticed for the first time it was on the main menu for Howl's Moving Castle. He gasped lightly. "Oh shit, where's the remote? Press play!"

You got the remote off of the nightstand to press play, and then you snuggled down into the bed more before beginning to brush Jungkook's hair back off of his forehead soothingly.

"So," you began.

"Hmm?" Jungkook hummed in question, eyes trained on the TV.

"You feel better from work?"

He moved his head to look up at you, his brown eyes looking into yours and making your heart skip a beat. No matter how often eye contact happened between you two, you don't think you could ever get used to it. He grinned slightly and nodded, and you met him halfway for a sweet kiss.

"Much better. You're the best stress reliever in the world."

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Walk Down Memory Lane: Part 4

Finally forgetting about college drama, where I lost my roommate to stupid crap, and the rumors mean people started about me and Brandon.. I now look back to a wonderful place I met Brandon, my two best friends Adrian and Lexie, a beautiful place I got education from along with a good workout. A place of freedom of who I can be and what I can do. Where new friendships were made and old ones faded. But nothing mattered anymore the January of 2016. This month was the first month I felt real pain from a loved ones death. My Granny. I experienced really heart ache and unanswered questions that I wanted answered. I knew time was winding down with her, it was her time, she's in Heaven, she's pain free and can see and dance again. She's in a place of freedom watching over each and every single one of us. But that doesn't stop the fact that I miss her and want more time with her. I'm lucky enough to have been there the day before she passed, to hug her and kiss her one last time. To tell her I love you, one last time. She's my Granny, even to this day I remain to cry in the absence of her presence. She was and is the strongest person I know. She's the one who taught me to be the strong person I am today. She taught me the love for music that I have. I miss visiting her, feeding her, falling asleep with her, and most importantly, I miss her hugs/kisses/& I love you's. I'm selfish, I want more. But at least she's with the love of her life looking down on us. I'm proud to be able to say she's looking down on me smiling and saying how proud she is of me and the strong person I am today. As time passed and my heart only ached more, there still were happy moments. Like me getting engaged after Thanksgiving! Which ended up being the last real family holiday. And none of us even knew it. Before I get to that reasoning. Let me fill you in on my relationship with one of my brothers. MattMatt. Growing up, I loved him like all my brothers! Sharing games and memories. Having drawing contest with one another and always coming in second place of him. I wanted nothing more than to draw like him. As he wanted nothing more but to skate backwards better than me. But my sophomore year, everything changed between us. And before you knew it, I forgot how to love him, or to even look at him as family anymore. He betrayed me, stabbed me in the back. And worst of all, lied about what he did. It wasn't until a year after that he finally admitted what he has done. But saw no need of forgiveness. Not that I felt the need of forgiving him. He ruined me. Thanks to him, my life changed for the worse. I couldn't stand being in the same room as him. I couldn't stand looking at him. Anyone who said he was my brother, I laughed and said no he isn't, he is adopted. Before I knew it, I was worse than him. I made him feel the pain I always felt growing up. An outcast, hated, unworthy. It wasn't until after my senior year that he apologized for what he did to me and for all the pain and misery he caused me. He cried while hugging me. It made me cry and breakdown. I forgave him, but never truly got passed it still. All I could fill is the awkwardness between us. The past coming back in my head to taunt me. And to this day I have trouble with my own emotions when it comes to my brother. It was Christmas Eve of 2016. Life was great. I was making an art project for my Granny, since it was the first Christmas without her. Me and momma left to find something else for it and to get more food for Christmas Eve at my mammaws. And own our way back, something extremely tragic happened that will never leave my head or heart. Something I can never get over or get pass. All I remember from that day and that second was me and momma driving on 80, daddy called. I couldn't hear the conversation but the second we got by Krystal's, momma screamed a scream I never want to hear again. The kind that scars you in ways you can't explain. The kind that wakes you up in the middle of the night dreaming about that day again. Next thing I knew she was almost going 90. Instantly I knew it had to deal with Matthew. But all I remember saying in a scared little girls voice was "Momma please slow down you are gonna get us in a wreck momma please, I'm scared, what's going on, momma please slow down!" And next thing I knew, she was rushing out the truck and a couple of people stopped her. Fire trucks and police cars were everywhere on my street. I was shaking and gasping for air as if I was drowning in the ocean. In fear of what has come. I ran out to my momma crying. My brother shot himself. After realizing my other brother was already here and on the ground crying, I rushed to him. I cried nonstop. Feeling an explosion of emotions that is unexplainable. And after all the crying, I glanced to see my brother lying on the ground, head covered with nothing but blood. It's the last image I saw him. My dear brother bandaged up and blood dripping from his face. Only seeing nose down. Calling him stupid and asking why. How could you do this to us? Why? On Christmas Eve? You ruined Christmas for us! You are so selfish! Today was important for me, today was about honoring Granny! You had to make it all about you! Was the first emotion that I had, anger. Next emotion was guilt. It's my fault. If I had been a better sister. If only I showed you that I do love you. I need you to make it through this and stay alive, I need to forgive you 100% in person. Please. It's my fault God, take me instead. Then the next emotion, happy. He's outta misery and pain. He's in Heaven with Granny. He's no longer sad and lonely, he is happy and with God. Finally at peace. Then the rest of my emotions, I'm at peace, I'm glad he's gone, I don't have to worry about taking a shower in my own house, or worry about changing clothes in my room. I don't have to worry about being in any room and wondering if he's watching me. After all those emotions running through my head constantly, I ended up not knowing how to control my emotions anymore. Not a day goes by that I don't see that image of him, feel all those emotions. I have become depressed in a way I can't explain. But me being me, I put on a big smile and be the strong one in the family. Bring laughter back into the family. As if I'm not battling my own battle now. Smile like life is perfect. Smile as if I haven't finally accepted I'll never have a perfect happy life. As time passed, the heart ache only grew deeper and deeper. Then march came along. I knew something was bound to happen.. Not knowing the next tragic in my life, would be my Granddaddy. He ended up passing away in March. Last March I had a feeling it would be my last birthday money from him. Don't know why, just had a gut feeling.. now it's clear, even though he was in the hospital extremely sick.. I knew he wouldn't make it. My heart ached more. I don't know how much more heart ache I can handle. But I'm trying to be strong like my Granny was. Well.. he ended up passing way before my birthday could come. But amongst all the bad things in life and heart aches, me and brandon set a date for the wedding. At first it was due to certain family members not expected to live much longer. But the other part was my eyes opening up and realizing we aren't promised tomorrow. So take what you have now and don't wait. Well not longer after my Granddaddy passing away, my Big passed away soon after. Like I said before, I'm not sure how much more heart ache and deaths I can handle. I'm only 21. I shouldn't be experiencing any of this. Now I'm just left memories. I feel connected to my Granny when listening to music. I feel connected to Matthew through drawing. I feel connected to my Granddaddy when I feel a tight hug in my sleep and of course, his wink to follow the hug. And a connection with my Big through coloring color pages, like I use to do for her when I was little. Along with my GreatGreat Grandmother. Time passed, I got married to my college sweet heart. Life couldn't be happier right? WRONG. I have dealt with more stress than ever. Between my job and his mother. I have never met someone so selfish and big headed as her. And even through the cussing towards me and my family, the lies she said about us, and the "it's all her fault," I have forgiven her. Not because she asked (cause she sure didn't!) but because my heart literally don't deserve any of this after what I've been through. And all I ask in return, if she ever wants me to talk to her again or allow her near me without ignoring her, is for her to write a meaningful apology towards me alone. And she can't even do that. Instead she goes her own route, she says sorry YALL through text, sorry YALL in person, sorry YALL through a card she bought at the store. She didn't even write anything on the card except "her name." Like seriously?!? Can you not apologize to JUST ME?!? So yeah.. y'all are pretty much caught up on my life. And I'm currently going through something right now that I'm not gonna post just yet due to the fact of me waiting for the right time to do so. Like all my Walk Down Memory Lane, To be continued...