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dramaqueeenamby · 3 years

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Waves: Wild Hearts

A/N: This is sorta a follow up to Fighter that I’ve had on my computer for months. I have included the ending of that oneshot at the beginning of this one to help refresh memories, but if you want to read Fighter, you can do so here. Yes, there will be a part 2 to this one.

Warnings: Angst

Words: 2K

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Previously on Waves

“Now back to the news that broke headlines just last night. Academy Award-Winning Actress Summer Hemsworth was allegedly attacked in her Georgia hotel room last night. Hemsworth suffered two gunshot wounds and reportedly collapsed in the lobby as horrified onlookers called 911 and attempted to stop the bleeding.”

“She was rushed to the local hospital where doctors performed emergency surgery, and as of now, we are hearing reports that she is in stable condition.”

“While details are still unclear, what we do know is that the attacker is now deceased, reportedly at the hands of Summer, who fought him off. In addition, the perpetrator has been identified as Myles Hampton, the same man who stalked and attacked Mrs. Hemsworth almost six years prior.”

“Hampton was sentenced and serving a 15-year sentence which has the world wondering. How did he get out? How was he able to re-traumatize his victim? How--”

“Mommy.”

His son’s voice ripped Christopher from his phone where he was watching the news for reasons even he couldn’t explain. Well, rather, didn’t want to explain.

Elysha glared at her brother, bringing her index finger to her mouth. “Shh. Papa said we gotta be quiet.”

Summer moaned, finally waking up from another nap. They had her on heavy painkillers that made her sleep, much to the chagrin of all four individuals occupying the private hospital room. For the twins, sleep meant she couldn’t talk to them. They needed to hear her voice to know that she was going to be okay.

For Christopher, well, even awake, he still worried.

And for Summer, she just hated to be unconscious as she recognized the concern that it caused her family.

“Did he now?” She whispered, blinking a couple times as she managed to lift her hand, bringing it to Emmett’s cheek. “Well, mama says you don’t have to.”

Both kids responded with a smile, quickly grabbing the sheets on either side of the bed, where they’d remained the entire time.

They wouldn’t leave her side.

“Look, mama,” Elysha chimed as they lifted the papers. “We drew you pictures. Mines is bestest.”

“Nu uh!”

“Uh huh!”

She smiled, ignoring the pain she was still experiencing. It mattered not though. She’d take the pain of survival over the finality of death any day.

“They’re both the bestest,” Summer shared, making both of them grin for a few seconds when she noticed Elysha drop her head. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Elysha took a few seconds, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’re glad you’re okay, mommy.”

“Yeah,” Emmett agreed. “Why’d that mean man try to hurt you, mama?”

Summer closed her eyes. Her pain was no longer a concern. Her priority was the hurt she saw and heard in her children, her beautiful babies prematurely forced to encounter the evils of this world.

“I-”

“Well, it’s about time you woke up, lil’ missy.” Helen spoke with a warm smile as she walked into the room.

Seeing their grandmother raised their spirits just enough to eat away some of Summer’s guilt. Helen walked over and gently felt her daughter’s head. “How you doing, baby?”

Summer, conscious of the watchful set of blue eyes on her, smartly replied. “I’m good, mama.”

Helen nodded. “I see you’re getting some of your color back. Good. You was getting a lil’ pale on me, lil girl.”

Elysha gasped. “Can I have some of mommy’s color, grandma!”

“Me too, grandma!”

The twin’s excitement and naivety made Summer smile. Their uplifted spirits nursed her soul.

“I don’t know about color, but how about you two come with grandma to the cafeteria, and we’ll see what kind of ice cream they have.”

The promise of their favorite dessert quickly dimmed when they realize it meant leaving their mom.

“But-”

“Ya’ll go. Mama has to talk to papa,” Summer referenced Christopher who’d sat silent while allowing the children time to bond with their mother. “Please?”

Emmett groaned but relented. “I’ll bring you ice cream back, mama.” He looked back at Christopher. “You too, papa!”

“I’ll bring you some too, papa!”

Careful kisses on either side of her cheeks preceded the kids finally walking out hand in hand with Helen.

The sound of tiny footsteps repeatedly diminished until they could be heard no more, replaced by heavy-footed strides and the creaking of a chair. Summer closed her eyes at his warm touch, his hand clasped over hers, the other going to her forehead.

He laid his head against her shoulder, Summer angling her own so that she could kiss the top of his head.

She gently tightened her grip on his head. “I’m fine, Christopher.”

“Don’t.” She licked her lips, concern shifting from her kids to her husband. “Don’t give me that shit, Summer. You are not fine.”

“I’m alive, Chris,” she croaked, wanting desperately to stress how grateful she was. “He shot me. Twice. And I’m alive.”

“This never should have fucking happened. If they’d been watching him, he would have never-”

“Hey,” she forced some bass into her voice. “We can’t do that. It happened, and it-it sucks, but-”

“How can you be so calm about this?” He forced out bitterly, finally lifting his head to reveal glazed eyes that burned with fear and rage. “After everything he did, what he tried-”

She attempted the comedic route, something that typically worked for them. “Well, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve almost died.” The dark joke fell through, possibly increasing his irritation. She swallowed. “I-I think-I still don’t know what to think, Chris. I-It’s a lot to process, but I can’t do that right now. Emmett and Elysha are watching us, watching me, and every time I look at them, look at you, I’m reminded of everything I stood to lose, and I’m just-I’m thankful. And the last thing that I want is to further worry the twins…or you.”

He lifted their conjoined hands and gently kissed her fingertips. Summer recognized the gesture as acknowledgment.

“I love you,” she breathed as he moved his mouth to kiss her inner forearm. “So much.”

He brought his hand to her cheek, their eyes meeting with a burning and moving meeting that conferred the ardent love between them but was now tinged with a new emotion.

Fear

Wild Hearts

“Just a few more seconds. Come on, Summer.”

Face scrunched up in discomfort, the actress swallowed her pain and scraped for every bit of resilience that she had left, successfully completing the set before relaxing as soon as her therapist gave her the okay.

Dropping onto the floor, Summer crossed her wrists and placed them over her head. Deep, relaxing breaths abated her nerves and aching muscles as Rene attempted to offer words of encouragement and praise that Summer was only halfheartedly listening to.

It wasn’t that Rene was bad at her job. No, far from it. She was a wonderful physical therapist who pushed Summer in ways that were both challenging while also welcoming. It was that Summer still hadn’t come to accept that she was back at square one. She felt like she was preparing to become Storm all over again. Relearning suddenly replaced years of maintenance. Her schedule had been disrupted, and it created cognitive dissonance.

Hand unconsciously falling onto her core, her fingers slid over the dark scar that still bled with remnants of trauma and regrets. One of two, it was the most prominent and noticeable. Folks rarely paid attention to feet, but the stomach, it was the area that generally garnered a decent amount attention based solely on the level of flatness.

Rene noticed the way Summer’s fingers stroked her slick skin and cleared her throat. “Why don’t we call it a day?”

“The day has been called, ma’am.”

The ginger grinned crookedly and complimented her client. “You did great today.”

Summer snorted, groaning quietly as she sat up and braced her palms against the mat. “Now you’re just kissing my ass.”

“While you do have quite the ass,” Summer rolled her eyes. “I’m not quite sure how my wife and your husband would feel about that.”

Summer rolled her eyes as Rene reached a hand to help her stand up. “Noted.” Rolling her shoulders, Summer walked over to grab her pink Blender Bottle, downing down the water mixed with lemons and limes. The typically acrid mixture was welcoming because of the addition of ice cubes that quenched her parched throat, assisting in the cooling down of her warm body.

“I think we could even maybe move down to twice a week instead of three.”

Swallowing a couple more ounces, Summer lowered her cup and wiped at her mouth. “Seriously?”

Rene nodded as she crossed her arms. “I meant it. You’re doing great.” A beat. “Physically.”

And just like that, Summer rolled her eyes and turned her body to start packing up her items. “Here we go again.”

Rene already knew that she was going to be met with apprehension, but that didn’t dissuade her. “I can only help you rehabilitate your body, Summer. But your mind—”

“—is fine.”

Rene stilled, her green eyes softening. “You can say that until you’re blue in the face, but it makes no difference if you don’t really believe it, and I don’t think you do.”

Summer stilled, her back toward the tall woman. A part of her, a very small part of her, wanted to switch things up. She wanted to entertain the conversation, just to see how it would play out, but another part of her knew exactly how it would play out, so she did as she’d done a lot lately.

“So, same time next week?” She spun around, swinging her bag over her shoulder. Before the other woman could offer a response, Summer shot her a wink and walked past her. “Thank, Rene.”

As if on cue, Phillip’s large frame appeared in the doorway, and Summer’s grin fell.

Arms clasped in front of him, he nodded in acknowledgment. “Ready, Mrs. Hemsworth?”

An elongated sigh escaped as she approached him and managed to reignite her previous smile. “I told you, Summer is fine, but yeah, I’m ready.”

A grunted response that she couldn’t really make out proceeded him opening the door for her only to quickly move back in front of her so that he was blocking her view. For a man his size, he was impressively quick on his feet.

A few more doors, elevator ride down, and Summer was met with the blistering Australian heat as a firm hand moved to her backside and escorted her out the building. Out the corner of her eye, she spotted the photographers who snapped away, a few inching close to the star but not enough where they were in arms reach of Phillip.

They weren’t stupid.

Phillip had served as a bodyguard for some of the most important figures across the world, celebrities and royals included. His resume was impeccable, and he was damn good at his job, a job that, while she respected, Summer felt suffocated by at times.

The fact that she even had a full-time bodyguard was something that she still hadn’t swallowed. She’d always been vocal and open about the fact that she loathed the whole “barrier” between celebrities and “regular degular” people. Her occupation, in her option, shouldn’t place her on a pedestal.

Plus, she was far from hopeless, and so a bodyguard was something could never get with unless they were provided by the event she was attending.

But a certain husband of hers was absolutely adamant about hiring the 24/7 protection following the attack, and while Summer understood his reasoning, she still wasn’t in agreement.

Not that it mattered…

The drive was short as the outpatient treatment center was only about twenty minutes away from the Hemsworth residence. Once they reached the mansion, Summer relieved Phillip from his duties. She had no plans on going out again. Christopher was picking up the kids from school. She’d maybe take Doggy out for a walk on the beachfront, but that didn’t require the 6”3 giant’s presence.

Not even three seconds into the door, Christopher was in front of his wife, hands on her hips as he pecked her lips.

“Hey, honey.”

Summer faltered only for a second before chewing on her bottom lip. “Damn, waiting for someone?”

“Always.” He winked and smacked her ass, prompting her to try to push him away.

“I need to shower,” she protested with a small pout as he brushed her comment off and slyly lowered his mouth down to her ear.

“I’ll join you.”

Summer grinned, momentarily contemplating his offer. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”

“We are married, aren’t we?”

“I mean….” She laughed at his scowl and managed to pull away, walking past him to make her way up the steps. “Can you make us—”

Summer stopped and turned around on the second step only to see that was directly in front of her, on the first step.

She lifted a brow. “Sir?”

“What?”

She crossed her arms. “I’m pretty sure that I said n—Christopher!” She squealed as he silenced her by picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “Put me down!”

“I am going to put you down,” he responded while continuing their track up the stairs. “On my dick.”

“Christopher!”

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Summer rolled over on her side and ran her hand over her face, eyes shut as she struggled to catch her breath. Holding onto the pillow, she pulled the blanket up to her neck, depriving her nude body of the chilly air that the AC caused to consume their room.

She smiled softly as her husband kissed her temple. Feeling the bed creak, he peaked and saw him moving out the way as he started to pull on his clothes. Leaning on her back, she grabbed her phone off the nightstand and saw that it was time for him to leave to pick up the twins.

How long were we?

“Phillip will be here in a few minutes—”

Summer frowned. “What?” She sat up, not caring that the sheet fell down, exposing her breast. “Baby, I told him he could go home for the day.”

Christopher stood up, pulling his pants on. “Why would you do that?”

She looked from side to side. “Because I don’t need him? I didn’t plan on going out today.”

“But you knew that I had to go pick up the kids, so you’d be alone.”

Summer closed her eyes. “Christopher….”

The chime of his phone interrupted her as he glanced at the screen to see that Phillip had arrived and entered the house using the key that Chris thought was a good idea to provide him with. “He’s here. I have to get going.”

Summer frowned and leaned back against the headboard. “Okay.”

Looking back over to see that she was still dissatisfied, he walked over and sat on the bed, reaching out to cup her cheek. “Why don’t you come with me?”

Her brows furrowed. “Seriously? Christopher, you’ve already called the man over here.”

“And?” Chris didn’t see a problem. “He’s staying the night—”

“Again?” Summer was no longer so disappointed. She was irritated. “That’s the third damn time this week.”

“Okay?”

Summer scoffed and moved away from him, crossing her arms. “You know, I would appreciate it if you would actually, maybe, communicate with me before you make these decisions.”

“What is there to talk about, Summer?” He watched her move to the other side of the bed as she kicked the blanket off and scurried around to gather her clothes. “You need pro—”

“No, Christopher, what I need is for you to stop treating me like a child!” A beat. “I can take care of myself!”

“Like you did with Myles?”

Summer clutched the shirt in her hand at the same moment Chris closed his eyes. “Fuck, Summer—“

“You can go to hell,” she whispered, yanking her shirt over her head and marching past him, snatching her arm away from him when he reached for her. “Don’t—“ she stopped, eyes closing as she fought the sob in the back of her throat. “—touch me.”

Christopher recognized that tone. It was rare, but when present, he recognized that nothing he could say or do could penetrate the impenetrable exterior that was Summer’s wall.

The slamming of the bathroom door indicated what he already knew. Walking over to the door and placing his ear against it, welcoming it to the quiet sobs of his wife confirmed it.

He’d fucked up.

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A/N: So....whose side ya’ll on?

#chris hemsworth fanfiction #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth x black!reader #fic: waves

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lovesaadiqa · 3 years

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BBL Costs, Prep + Recovery

Im booked!! I talked to a few friends who I know either got this surgery or is getting this done. I wanted one since forever but I wanted my teeth done first. The deciding factor came down to my birthday plans.

Originally I was going to do a birthday tour. First weekend of October in Miami for carnival, 2nd weekend in Atl for Freak Nik, 3rd weekend in Bahamas and finally Nola for the finale. Well Nola was just hit with a storm so yeah that’s out. Once I totaled up the flights, hotels, food and spending money.. I was like hmm, I can get a fat ass and started this process. Immediately looked into surgeon and Dr. Pena was my favorite, his bodies come out so mf snatched, he’s located in Columbia. Columbian surgeons can take out way more fat than American doctors however, the fatality rate is stupid and ultimately the factor that made me choose an American doctor.

The next step was choosing the surgeon for the body I have and the one I want. I weigh 151 and im 5′6″ I’m considered a “skinny bbl”. I started researching doctors in Atlanta (so I could recover at home) and Miami (like duh). I chose to go with Dr. Desouza in Miami with CG Cosmetics for a few reasons. First, I love the look of his skinny bbl’s on other women with the same body type, weight and height as me. Secondly, he was having a special for the end of the year (lipo 360, bbl, jplasma for $6500 for the surgeon I wanted) this almost sold me but it was the surgery date!! Jplasma is skin tightening procedure to help with loose skin, you can only get this with lipo. When they perform lipo they created canals under your skin to remove the fat.. well those same canals are essential when getting Jplasma.

Ok so I decided on the surgeon, contacted the cosmetic group and had a consultation which is pretty much just front, side and back view pictures.. I think they use this to make sure you don’t need a tummy tuck prior to surgery. They also asked me questions about previous surgeries and if i’ve ever had anesthesia. The next step went pretty quickly, we talked about what would be lipo’d (abs, waist, back.. I wanted inner thighs, an additional 2k, but was advised to wait on my pre-op to decide), when I wanted to book and how I'd pay. My consult was on August 30th.. I bitched up when she attempted to take my payment. I am a money hoarder and spending that much money made me feel like I was being financially irresponsible. I called one of my Aunt’s who I felt wouldn’t judge me and also give me sound advise. We talked about my fears, why I was getting the procedure and of course money. My Aunt gave me excellent advice, reassured me and is a professional CNA who offered to accompany me so yeah I dare not turn that down, lol. August 31, 2021, I called my coordinator (the contact between me and my surgeon) and told her I wanted to book, she asked me when I’d be ready and I requested first available which was 9/20/21!! Excited is an understatement.. I'd be 24 days post op on my birthday. After I calmed down I paid in full for multiple reasons: had to in order to secure the date, all surgeries book in this year had to be paid in full, it was the only way to get the discount.. My coordinator gave me so much information I couldn’t see straight (I was also high as shit off life thinking about a fat ass and me in the same sentence).. she emailed + texted everything, congratulated me and we hung up.

I get the emails: “raise you hemoglobin with these vitamins” I purchased vitamin C $2, folic acid $2, iron $3 and floradix $35 - amazon, I take them as directed on the bottle and start eating my ass off (just to give my surgeon more to work with, lol). Talking to one of my gf’s I realize I have to be cleared for surgery?!?! What? I open my email and sure enough I have to have blood work done 15-20 prior to surgery, it was 9/3 and a Friday.. SHIT!! I fly over to an Piedmont Wellstreet urgent care facility as recommended by my friend (she started this process as well so I was crazy grateful for her experience and that she shared it with me). Urgent care was full but opened the next day, my ass was in that line at 7:32 am, I was the 13th person in line and they opened at 8. I get to the desk and my appointment is at 10:30 and I'd have to pay the office visit fee to be seen, it was $155. I came back at my allotted time and was told how much all of my labs would be.. $302. My labs were to be processed and faxed to my surgeon by 9/9 because Labor Day weekend so.. yeah.

I discuss accommodations with my Aunt and realize it’s cheaper, safer and more beneficial for me to go to a recovery house. I search high and low baby and most of them were booked.. found one regardless with lymphatic massages included called Flawless Recovery House. This wasn’t my 1st-6th option but the one with availability on my surgery date so I paid a deposit to hold onto my spot. Total was $1312 for 5 days with 5 massages, I paid a $200 deposit. Next, I booked my flight, round trip $116 with Delta. My surgery date is on a Monday, I have to have my pre-op done on the Saturday prior so I booked a hostel from the 18th-20th on booking.com for $66. I know I could have gotten an airbnb or hotel room but I wanted this experience. I want to go to Amsterdam and stay in a hostel so I need to know what to expect. Also I cannot party, smoke, drink or eat before surgery so fuck it.. a hostel will do, lol.

I smoke big fucking weed and watched someone else’s bbl journey today and realize if I fail the drug test, my surgery will be cancelled and it’ll cost me $1500 to reschedule. Boy the shit sent me into panic mode like I've never experienced before, only to find out the weed isn’t the issue nicotine is, it slows down your heart rate. I can smoke weed just not out of a wood or a rillo and nicotine takes 3-4 days to get out of your system so a bitch barely made it. I just won't be smoking until I get back home lol. Just to be super informative no alcohol, diabetic meds, cocaine, pcp or anything that will fool with your heart or makes your bleed. Today is 9/11 and im one week out from my pre-op... my body is a joke cause I haven’t gained a single pound and normally it’s nothing for me to put on weight. I took my acrylics off, when you’re put to sleep they monitor your oxygen levels with those clamps they put on your fingers and they aren't the most accurate when you have on dark polish or acrylics. I also cannot wear lashes cause when they go to fill this ass in I'll be laying flat on my face. I mean my hair didn’t have requirements but I figure since im naked I might as well be bald.. y'all should see me rn, I look very much like a young man but im hype. I’ll be back later to tell y'all what I pack and purchase prior to my flight. Imma put the dates at the end of each update.. today is 9/11/21

My surgery group send me list of supplies that I would need and the cost came to roughly $1100. Naive me was definitely going to purchase everything on the list from them until I saw Leslie’s (@prettyhaute - on ig) bbl vlog. I went on amazon and got away with murder. Below I’ll list what I purchased and the price I paid versus what the surgery center was quoting me.

Faja - I paid $74.69 - Quoted $160.50 || BBL Pillow - $26.99 - Qouted $42.80 || Arnica pills - $8.95 - Quoted $37.45 || Compression socks - $13.99 for 3 - Quoted $10.70 for 1 || Foams - $17.99 for 3 - Quoted $64.20 for 3 || Scar Cream $$29.82 - Quoted $80.25 || Arnica Gel - $7.92 - Quoted $21.40 ||

There a shit ton of items on the suggested list that I didn't purchase but way more items that wasn’t on the list I still need for instance:

Crocs, benadryll, robe, adult diapers, straws, earplugs, liquid iv, stool softener, antiseptic body wash, avocado float, back board, urinal, pineapple juice, throat calm, 3 moo-moo’s and a massage roller (the crocs are the only thing on this list that cost more than $20). My flight is at 7:15a tomorrow and im so damn nervous but excited. I will spend Saturday and Sunday gallivanting around Miami and then body , ody, ody, ody, ody, ody. I still have to send my entire itinerary to my aunt but I think im all set. 9/17/21

Pre-op was packed but I went on Saturday and was in and out in an hour. I was charged for a covid $80, 3 post-op massages $150 and a drug test $20. I went over my clearance paper work with a medical assistant who also took 9 before pics of me. Keep in mind, your surgery can be cancelled or reschedule if all of you labs aren’t at the surgery center on pre-op day. I cannot stress how important it is to take your labs with you!!! Mine were faxed over from urgent care but I was also provided copies which I took with me. The photos were sent directly to my surgeon to analyze before surgery. From my knowledge, I was also to be fitted for my faja but that never happened, do NOT leave pre-op without a faja!!! I paid for 3 massages from CG totaling $150 which I regret badly. I do NOT recommend getting massages from the surgery center. There are 4-5 different surgeons performing surgeries on any given day and they do at minimum 4 surgeries per day, that’s at least 15-20 different girls with the same surgery and post-op date. CG had 2 massage therapists to drain 15-20 girls. I was drained for 9 mins, your drain massages should last at least 45 mins for maximum drainage. I only used 1 of the 3 massages I paid for and was denied a refund. That is a huge downside to CG once they have your money good fucking luck getting it back! Ps. Ellie was a royal fucking cunt!!!!! She told my medical assistant that I didn’t need a faja so I was never fitted for one and woke up out of surgery with a binder on versus a faja like I should have. I wanted to slap the shit out of her and took the charge on the chin but I wanted my surgery so I refrained.. I was put on a 12 hour fast and contacted an hour after pre-op with my surgery address and time. My fast started at 7pm the day before surgery and my surgery time wa at 6:30a, there was a $300 for showing up to surgery late. All I could bring to surgery was compression socks and a faja (that I didn’t have), I was instructed to bathe with dial (the orange one) before surgery to make sure my incisions weren’t infected, no lotion, perfume, deodorant, makeup, nails, lashes, no jewelry/piercing or hair products and no personals ie, purse money, wallet also you will need a companion or surgery will be cancelled. I’ll upload all my paperwork at the end. Surgery day arrive at the surgery center at 6:15 am how about the entire fucking staff was late! Bitch I was outside in Miami alone with compression socks on and a moo moo, LIVID. No one arrived until 7:10 am, baby I wanted to kill everyone but fuck it, it was go time. I’m escorted to a room, changed into a paper gown, piss tested, my labs were reviewed again and finally my surgeon comes in! We were in the exam room alone which was weird cause I was asshole naked but he kept it 1000% professional, he asked me what I wanted and I say “the fattest ass” he looked me dead in my eyes without a single hesitation and said “it’ll heal like a diaper” LMAO. I showed him areas that I wanted lipo’d to death and he marked me up, I didn’t aka e picture of my mark ups but shit was rolling by then, he walked out I put my paper gown back on and the anesthesiologist walked in. I expressed my biggest concerns to him, I didn’t want to die and I didn’t want to wake up during surgery. He explain why the drug test was so important because certain street drugs will have adverse effect with the anesthesia. My anesthesiologist walked me up to the surgery room and I hopped on the table, they put massage boots on both of my feet and inserted an iv, the mask was put on my face and my heart rate went to heaven, I wanted to shit myself bro. The anesthesiologist told me to make a tight fist, I asked what time it was, 8:08am.. I woke up to a nurse helping me into a wheelchair with a binder around my waist and I was scream crying because my entire body ached, I didn't know where I was and the anesthesia is no hoe. I was escorted to my recovery house’s transportation van and taken to my damn bed.

I chose Flawlesss Recovery House with Ms. Opal. I paid a $200 deposit before 2 weeks before surgery and the balance the day I left. I opted for a 5 day stay. I loved it there bro and couldn’t imagine trying to recover at a hotel or air bnb! There were nurses there 24-7, I was roomed with one other girl but the house had a total of 4 bedrooms, one of which no one occupied and the door was always shut but my room was the only room with 2 beds, the others had 3 beds. I had a call button, it was love, the nurses came expeditiously when I rang it. They made 3 home cooked meals per day and I don’t eat meat, they accommodated me with no hesitation. I loved it man. So couple hours after surgery I attempted to use the bathroom on my own and blacked out, the anesthesia is really fucking strong and took an entire day to wear off (for me), the nurses helped me pee in a cup until then. Post op day 9/21/21, I went in to make sure I looked good, got a faja finally and received that lousy as drain. Back to the recovery house I was able to walk finally w/o passing out and in went my foams, I also could pee by myself with the use of a urinal. I was constipated for 2 days, first bowel movement was on post op day 2. I paid for an independent massage therapist named Tatiana, she used a ultrasound machine to massage me so I cancelled her. When I took my faja off for my massage it was washed and dried by the time I was done, I took a shower and put my faja on with my foams. I cancelled Tatiana because don’t let nobody use no machine on you until you are at least 2 weeks post op, hand massages only. All the girls were getting massaged by the literal best massage therapist (in my opinion) her name is Brittany, I could cry she was EVERYTHING, I was tender but she put the painful massage theory to bed! She taught me how to drain myself and how to open my incisions without the q-tip looking thing. In 45 mins she drained 5 of those doggy pad things worth of fluid off of me. I received 4 massages in 5 days. I left on Saturday 9/25/2021 on Sunday, back in Atlanta, I received my 5th massage and that when I was told I have not one but 2 seromas. I swear on everything I love it was because everyone wakes up from surgery with a faja on but not me (Fuck you Ellie, lil bitch) I had on a binder (its what they use for tummy tucks). The lady who did my 1st massage in Atlanta was Bri, not gone post her ig cause she did a damn good massage but when I asked her to syringe drain me the good sis stuck this long ass needle in my seroma but could get the fluid out, cancelled her too (the massage was good asf tho but nah). Tired and tried I bit the bullet and booked a packed with Dream Body ($455 for 5 massage, I think, don’t quote me look it up on there site and follow them on ig) because they are the biggest name in Atlanta, Jayda Wayda goes to them. The most painful massage yet, yes Michelle lil ass is so strong but she will get the fluid up off you. She made me tear up bad and no matter how much I screamed or even tried to push her off of me she understood the assignment, Michelle helped me get back into my faja after my massage and told me my faja was too big and to have it altered. She recommended a lady on ig @siri2sir but to know me is to know I altered my shit myself. Allow me to tell y'all, I look good asf!!!!!!! 10/4/2021

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masonscig · 3 years

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first line tag game

thank you for the tag @crackerdumortain !!!!! yours were so much fun to read omg !!!!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors!

[disclaimer: i write for the choices fandom and some for litg so you’ll see a mix of those fandoms on this list LMAO]

1. stay [twc – mason x sofía]

The first time was casual. She had a knack for musing her thoughts aloud, tossing her harmless opinions out for anyone who’d catch them.

She was good at starting conversations in that way – while he’d never been one for talking.

She never did it with heavy topics, though.

2. thieves in the shadows [choices – blades au – mal x zilyana]

bullets pelted the crates they were crouched behind, wood splintering in every direction. bodies were strewn across the warehouse, the unmistakable pools of blood streaking across the stone.

“raine! to your left!” immy yelled her way, barely sparing her a glance before unloading her clip, shell casings clinking against the ground.

the gun trembled in yana’s hands. she’d shot one before – practice at the gun range, glass bottles in a back alley – but never a live target.

3. if we meet again [choices – open heart au – bryce x spencer] 18+

year one

The ride from the airport to her parents’ home was long and grueling, the slushy ice pelting the windshield barely passing for snow.

It was practically sub-zero outside, a stark difference between the mid seventies weather she’d just left.

4. clandestine [twc – mason x sofía] 18+

“hey. hey wake up –”

she stirred at the greeting, but jumped when he kicked the desk. her face contorted into a grimace, the imprint of her tweed jacket on her cheek outlined in pink. “hmm?”

“you fell asleep again,” he said, plopping a bag in front of her.

5. undying [choices – blades – mal x zilyana]

Zilyana stirred, resituating herself against Mal’s bare chest, feeling his arm instinctively tighten around her shoulders. When she realized she was missing the sound of his deep breathing, accompanied with an occasional soft snore, she cracked an eye open to see his chin tipped upwards, his gaze trained on the ceiling.

6. talent show [choices – platinum – shane x dom]

There wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t cross his mind. Even since they were kids.

He admired so much about her – her fiery spirit, her drive, her unwavering tenacity.

And he’d been in love with Dom for as long as he could remember.

7. redeemed [choices – platinum – raleigh x dom]

As soon as he stepped off stage, he was shuffled to his tour bus, Fiona on his heels. She looked like the human embodiment of rage in a grey blazer, a look in her eye that made him thankful he wasn’t the one it was directed at – or at least he hoped he wasn’t the reason she was two seconds away from a murderous rampage.

8. hidden [choices – foreign affairs – blaine x carina] 18+

Her cheek slipped out of the palm of her hand, forehead smacking the desk, nearly jumping out of her skin at the abrupt awakening.

“Ow.”

She prodded the tender spot on her face, thankful her foundation was thick.

A soft snore caught her attention – next to her, Blaine was passed out. Leaning back in his chair, his head was thrown back, arms crossed against his chest, the textbook on its face in his lap.

9. is this fate? [litg au – bobby x mc] 18+

The peroxide was cold when it hit her skin, the liquid bubbling on her knee, relentlessly stinging. She sucked in a breath through gritted teeth.

“Sorry… should be over soon,” he murmured, wiping up the stray liquid that streamed down her leg with a small rag.

The heaviness of the atmosphere between them was almost too much to bear – they’d barely spoken since he helped her onto the counter in his small office, leg propped up between his own, where he sat in his desk chair.

10. asvista cove [litg college au – bobby x elena]

Bobby’s thumb flicked the lighter repeatedly until he got a consistent flame, moving slowly from left to right over the edge of the blunt. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked in, the tip of it an auburn ember. He pulled it out of his mouth and sucked in an even deeper breath, holding it.

When he blew out the thick cloud of smoke, he passed it to her, coughing under his breath. “Whew. Your turn.”

She followed suit, the thick smoke coating the inside of her lungs, bitter and heavy. She exhaled, the shroud smoke enveloping her view of the sealine.

11. reticent [twc – mason x sofía] 18+

She was bare.

Bare in the way that one is when they’ve been stripped down and torn apart with a trained gaze just calculating enough for them to feel seen – parts of her she didn’t know she’d hidden splayed out like withered pages of a book, dog-eared and marked up like a frequently reread novel.

One he’d reread because it was familiar, because it had fallen into his lap (he hadn’t searched for it), not so much because it was his favorite.

12. more [twc – mason x sofía] 18+

He laced his fingers through her thick hair, reveling in the way his skin looked contrasted against the midnight of her hair.

[the way i can’t post more than this bc it’s....... very nsfw right out the bat LMFAO]

13. calm before the storm [choices – open heart – bryce x spencer]

Since the moment his hands trembled amidst one of the most important surgeries of his life, Bryce was holding on by a thread.

With each half-assed joke he cracked, each wavering smile, each time he tried convincing others – including himself – that he was coping, he fell apart more and more.

The first night he went home after Spencer was quarantined, he trudged through the halls of Edenbrook, like he was dragging his legs through wet concrete. He was nearly magnetized to her bedside, not wanting to leave, but he needed to rest – he’d been awake for nearly a day and a half by the time he clocked out.

14. envy | part two of the attached series [twc – mason x sofía x felix]

He strode down the hallway, hands in his pockets to give the illusion that he didn’t give a shit, when he was most definitely on edge. His fingers flicked his lighter open and closed against the twill lining of his pockets, trying to focus on the soft clicking noise it made instead of the swarm of thoughts clouding his conscience.

He still couldn’t figure out why he cared so much.

15. comfort | part one of the attached series [twc – mason x sofía x felix]

He noticed it before she did.

Her pulse didn’t jump the same way it did the first dozen times he walked into the room. The blood didn’t rush to her cheeks, or creep up her neck, the crimson flush absent even when he tried his hardest to fluster her. And it normally took next to nothing to get her to turn into a bumbling mess.

16. out of time [choices – open heart – sienna x danny]

She sprinted down the hallway, pager still beeping erratically on her hip, the weight of the numbers enough to make her feel like she was slugging through wet concrete.

No, no, not him, please, not him, she chanted to herself, vision blurring with tears before she had the chance to let the negative possibilities set in.

17. unrequited part three [choices – open heart – bryce x spencer]

She slumped into the seat in the deserted waiting room, her joints popping as she stretched, her deep sigh echoing off of the tile. She was exhausted.

She could usually push through the worst of her shifts, but fatigue settled into her bones, a lethargy she’d never experienced entrapping her like a net, and she couldn’t fight her way out of it this time.

18. signs [choices – ride or die – logan x raquel]

“A final in sign language? Couldn’t you just have a conversation with the teacher or some shit?” Logan sat across from her on the couch, watching as her fingers bent and flexed, transfixed.

She stopped abruptly, screwing her mouth to the side in concentration. She repeated the same few moves, getting more and more frustrated with each sequence.

19. mementos [choices – ride or die – logan x raquel]

The sound of his boots slapping against the damp pavement reverberated off of the brick of the alleyways, his gasping breaths adding to the symphony that was his escape.

20. warmth [twc – mason x sofía]

“You’re going the wrong way,” Mason grunted, looking particularly stiff in her passenger seat.

“I thought we could take the scenic route,” she shrugged, flicking her high beams on as she turned off of the main road leading downtown, easing on the brakes when the tires hit the gravel.

okay so....... i didn’t really realize just HOW MUCH i’ve written since the summer? i’ve fallen into a pattern where i think i’m a failure bc of how slow i am to write because i have so many series i’ve started and dropped off and wips i’ve abandoned but.... i’ve managed to write for most appreciation weeks i’ve both hosted/participated in and i’ve written for THREE fandoms.... i don’t normally gas myself up but? i’m really? proud of myself? KSJDJKSD if you read this far thank you and you’re prob watching me have a breakdown over how much i’ve managed to write oh my GOD ok i need to lie down KLSDFKASFJD i didn’t even think i could hit 20 but i did???? alright i’m officially gonna treat myself at some point bc i did all this in less than a year.... these are from the end of july 2020 to now..... wow ok im done i promise SKDFJKSDF

tagging: @raleighcarrera and @pixeljazzy !!! <3

#tag games #my fic #long post

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weasleyimaginewheezes · 6 years

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George x reader / Hate to Love you

Request 1: hello fellow twin lover.. I don't know if your taking in request but i would love it if you would write a George x reader story. Manybe start off with a bit angst but later on too a little bit smut and whole lot of fluff... (From @wizards-magic-and-witches)

Request 2: Hello! How are you doing? I see you are having fun at Tour! Im so jealous! It must be a great experience! I was wondering if I could ask for having love/hate relationship with George oneshot? (From anon)

A/n: I’m back! I feel like I haven’t posted in a while even though it’s only been like 2 days, lol. Anyway, this took me a while to think of and to write but I finally got and I think it’s pretty good. It’s a bit of a complicated love/hate relationship but I think it works. It’s got angst, fluff and smut in so it’s a pretty good combination. Set around OOTP before Umbridge and her destruction. (And yes, the tour was brilliant anon, I probably need to stop spending my money on it though). I’m sorry for the wait for both of you but I hope this lives up to both of your requests and thank you for requesting! I put this fic on my queue and I’ve only read through it once so I hope it’s okay but feedback is always appreciated. Sorry for the long A/n.

Word count: 3.9k+

Warnings: Implied and heavy smut, angst, swearing

Masterlist | Requests open

The breakfast at Hogwarts was something that managed to get every student out of bed. The food was amazing and the atmosphere was always usually calm, watching as owls swopped in with the morning mail as students met with their friends studying and gossiping. But occasionally a fight or two broke out as Fred had experienced in the last week except now it always seemed to be the same two people.

“How could you possibly think that was funny?!”

“Well, it was! Just because you’ve got no sense of humour!”

A loud frustrated scream sounded and Fred Weasley sighed heavily at the sound of his twin and Y/n fighting once again. It seemed to be that at every meal they found something new to argue about.

“I hate you so much George Weasley.” Y/n looked livid with the taller redhead. Her face was red, nostrils flared, fists clenched and teeth gritted.

“Yeah well,” George only slightly stammered in his anger before he found his voice. “I hate you too Y/n!” They both squared up to each other and for a second Fred thought they might actually fight but then Y/n was hurrying away to the other side of the room, joining some of her friends. Meanwhile, George stormed over to where his twin sat and took a seat. Fred could have sworn he saw George’s lips twitch slightly as if they were trying to fight a smile as he grabbed his breakfast, that’s when Fred’s suspicions started that there was more than meets the eye with them two.

From there it only grew. Y/n and George still didn’t talk and when they did it always managed to lead to yelling but sometimes Fred would spot George’s gaze wonder to Y/n for just a little too long in the great hall. He once saw Y/n do the same to George in potions but the second she spotted Fred, she turned her attention quickly back to her brewing cauldron, her cheeks a furious pink. Fred also couldn’t help but notice the amount that George spoke about Y/n, sure he was angry as he spoke but she seemed to be his favourite topic of conversation these days.

“So, what’s going on with you and Y/n?” Fred asked as he and George entered the common room. George shrugged but there was the tiniest hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“What do you mean? I can’t stand her, she can’t stand me. Simple as.” George sat down causally but Fred knew there was something. His twin laughed at his suspicious look and told him again that there was nothing between himself and Y/n. Fred only had to hum disbelievingly with one last narrowed glance before pretending to act as if he no longer cared for George to crack.

“Okay, how do you know?” George hurriedly whispered, leaning closer to Fred who smirked.

“Well, I wasn’t sure so thank you for confirming that.” George shrunk back in his seat a little bit with an annoyed huff. “But it wasn’t hard to read between the lines of you yelling at each other.” Fred smirked proudly at his sleuth-worthy skills.

“Look, you can’t tell anyone okay?” George said his words urgently as though everyone in the room was about to find out. Fred nodded but looked further inquisitive and George knew Fred’s line of questioning hadn’t even started yet.

“Okay. But what’s going on between you? Are you serious with her?” Fred was sincere, he wanted to make sure his brother wasn’t just being messed around with. He knew George tended to fall hard for girls he liked even if he didn’t tend to tell them that. George almost looked as if he had followed his twin’s train of thought because he looked meaningfully at Fred as he explained the situation.

“No, it’s casual.” George shrugged and Fred let out a loud scoffing laugh. George turned to give him a long glare, Fred lessened his sarcastic laughter.

“I’m sorry Georgie, it’s just- you don’t do casual.” Fred shook his head as he smirked at his brother but he was worried at what George had tangled himself up in. He knew he had liked Y/n in a romantic way before since he had told Fred so, that was long before they had both started ‘fighting’ though and publicly claimed hate for one another. “How long as this ‘casual’ thing been going on for?”

“A couple of months.” George answered, he was trying to act normal but he knew Fred was right. He had been in love with Y/n since way before their whole ‘situation’ had started. In fact, he’d had a crush on her since their 4th year – George had just never gathered the courage to tell her and he was pretty sure she had hated him up until quite recently. He wasn’t good with communicating his feelings. That’s why, after their spontaneous night together when Y/n had proposed something more casual between them both, George had said yes.

*3 months ago*

It had been a heat of the moment sort of passion. Y/n had been staying the last few weeks of the summer at the burrow due to her parents being on business somewhere and George had loved it. Although he wasn’t always sure where he stood with Y/n it was nice to have someone to talk to other than his family members. Her and George had that kind of love/hate friendship that was hard to get used to but they both knew that they could trust each other fully.

The night it had happened was in the last week before school, George had snuck downstairs for his typical midnight snack to find Y/n sitting alone and staring out at the stars. The way the moonlight had bounced off her face, highlighted every perfect inch of her skin made George forget where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. He even spaced on his own name as Y/n called it.

“George? What are you doing?” her voice was whispered but the quietness made it somehow louder.

“Oh, just getting a late-night snack.” He pointed to the kitchen and Y/n nodded with a supressed giggle before resuming to watch the night sky. George ignored his stomach rumble and joined her. She looked pleasantly surprised as he sat down next to her on the small sofa. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay or I will be.” She reassured. Y/n had only recently split from her boyfriend but she seemed pretty alright to George. Just as he nodded, he noticed that Y/n had looked away quickly as a tear rolled down her face. “Y/n?” She was usually so guarded, it was strange to see her vulnerable.

“I’m sorry.” She tried to wipe her tears but as they started to steadily stream, it seemed almost impossible. George couldn’t help but reach out to wipe some away as she gave up with a sniffle. She didn’t seem surprised by the contact or flinch away from his hand, she instead leaned into his touch and sought his comfort. He smiled sadly to her. “It’s just I feel so lonely. I know it’s ridiculous – I’m in a house with 8 people but-“

“It’s not ridiculous.” George went to take his hand away but Y/n reached to hold it closer to her face as though she was scared to let go. “but you don’t need to feel lonely Y/n because I’m here.” Y/n smiled with a tint of blush on her cheeks and George realised what he had said. “I mean- We’re all here. Not just me- I mean I am-.” George rambled before Y/n laughed and her index finger pushed against his lips, shushing him.

There was a moment that passed between them. One that was full of a type of tension that George wasn’t sure of. His breath caught in his throat as Y/n’s finger curled down slightly so her fingertip could trace his lips. She looked curiously at him as though he was a mystery to her. “You are honestly amazing George; do you know that?” Y/n’s eyes softened as they met his and he felt his insides melt. His cheeks were definitely blushing now.

“I had an inkling.” George watched Y/n light up at his humour with a giggle and he couldn’t control the feelings that he had anymore. He wanted to kiss her, cut off her laughter with his lips crashing onto hers. Before he could actually act on his thoughts, Y/n had stopped laughing and was now looking at George with a knowing, coy glance. He realised his eyes had been on her lips, it must have been evident what he wanted to do because before he could process the look on her face, Y/n had taken a hold of his own and started to kiss him. He kissed back without hesitation, his hands lowering to her hips.

The kiss picked up heat and suddenly there was an intensity between them both. But George could feel the need for oxygen in his lungs and he had to pull away. Luckily, his brain had the right idea and guided his lips to meet Y/n’s neck, kissing and sucking passionately at the exposed skin. She moaned and George smirked.

“Shall we go upstairs?” Y/n had spoken with panted breath as George pulled away. She looked nervous yet suggestive as her eyebrows quirked up. She was staying in Charlie’s old room whilst she was here so they knew they could have privacy especially now they were allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts.

George wouldn’t have usually done it but with Y/n things seemed to be different, he nodded and led her upstairs by the hand.

It had happened again only once whilst they were at the burrow and as good as it all was, George couldn’t help but question what it all meant. He had feared that it would turn awkward between them both but if anything, it had alleviated the sexual tension that had loomed over them.

It was a week into the school term when Y/n talked to him about it. George had found himself craving her touch ever since the burrow and he knew it was near impossible in this school to have any form of privacy, apparently that didn’t seem to bother Y/n.

“I just think we need to both blow off some steam.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. Her arms were crossed but she looked more relaxed than he had seen her been since school had started. With it being their seventh year, exams were of upmost importance to most especially Y/n but George never let any of that stress faze him.

“How do you mean?” George had asked innocently. He was very confused, he had just been leaving dinner when Y/n had pulled him to the side privately for a ‘talk’.

“I mean,” Y/n drawled her words out slowly as she reached out to rest her hand on George’s arm. He tried desperately not to think about the contact or the heat of his face. “I think we both need an outlet George, something to do to relive stress.” She smirked before she leant in to whisper close to his ear. “And what better to do than each other?” George felt his heart race at both the proximity and her words. When Y/n pulled back to meet his eyes, they both knew they were on the same page.

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It had been three days with Fred in the know of their situation and he was already being insufferable about it all. Every time Y/n walked past or was within visible sight, Fred would nudge him with a wink or a suggestive look but George ignored him, not wanting anyone else to catch on – him and Y/n had both agreed it would just complicate matters. They kept up their charade with secret promises of meeting up later that night. The fun thing was that George always managed to find a new place and Y/n was amazed with his knowledge of the castle.

Tonight, they had found themselves in the room of requirement which true to its name had given them just what they needed: a private space with a large roomy bed (and some bonus romantic candles and flowers which had made Y/n swoon a little). They kissed passionately on the edge of the bed and wasted no time to strip down to their underwear. Y/n laid beneath George as he kissed every reachable area of Y/n’s skin occasionally making her elicit moans especially when he reached her cleavage.

“Well, well what do we have here?” George lowered himself down to Y/n’s underwear which seemed to be new. They were lacy and cute and George couldn’t help but press a kiss to them. Y/n giggled before letting out a loud moan as he mouthed her area through her panties. He smirked as he pulled back. Y/n let out a groan of frustration. “As nice as these are, they’d be so much better off.”

“No objections here.” Y/n joked, watching as with a laugh George pulled her underwear off quickly. He resumed his place, briefly kissing Y/n’s clit before moving his tongue further down south. Y/n’s hands pulled at his hair as he continued, her moaning becoming more louder as George delved further into her entrance, tasting her. Suddenly she realised she was becoming tenser and as much as she wanted him to continue, she wanted something more. Y/n pulled George’s hair insistently. “George, I need you. Please.” Her breaths were panted but George seemed to understand as he nodded with a smirk and crawled back up Y/n’s body to kiss her lips again.

Her hand reached down between their bodies to grope George through his underwear. He swiftly removed it and Y/n’s hand began to move expertly up and down his shaft. He moaned and it seemed to echo around the room much to Y/n’s amusement – she didn’t mind hearing it twice. George’s lips found her neck again, sucking and biting at the skin as Y/n guided George’s dick to her entrance. She let go as he pushed in to her wetness.

He went in slowly because he liked to make sure Y/n was okay before he became rough in anyway. He moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside of her and Y/n panted beneath him. He caressed her face as she adjusted and they smiled at each other, George peppered her with kisses trying his best to make her feel comfortable. When he pulled back the smile on her face seemed wider but funnily enough it’s as if there was something more to it. George mentally shook off his thoughts, trying hard to not read into the situation. Eventually Y/n nodded and George began to move gently at first before picking up tempo. He went hard, knowing that Y/n liked it. She moaned louder than he had ever heard her and he smirked.

At one point, he picked up Y/n’s legs and put them over his shoulders so he could go harder and he didn’t even have to check if it was okay because the action and the result of it caused Y/n to scream his name so loud that he was sure it broke the soundproofing enchantment but he didn’t care because it was singly the hottest thing he had ever heard in his life. George could feel his climax as he thrust deeper into Y/n, she must have sensed it because her hands cupped his face and brought lips roughly down to meet her own. She pulled away only an inch to encourage him to cum as she herself succumbed to her own orgasm. It only took watching Y/n’s pleasure to release his own. He thrust deeply as he spilled into her before pulling out and falling down next to her.

She cuddled into his side with a kiss to his chest and he smiled down at her. She returned it but George spotted the same thing he had earlier, this time he was surer that it was there. It was almost like a hesitation at something. Y/n’s head rested atop of his chest and just as he was about to ask Y/n about whatever seemed to be bothering her, he heard a small snore and knew that it would have to wait until tomorrow.

****

The thing was that George didn’t see Y/n the next day or the day after that. It was only when they were paired together in potions that he got the opportunity to speak to her.

“Listen about the other night…” George spoke in whispers to Y/n as Snape walked around the room not to mention their classmates who were as nosy as students came were stood around the same worktable. Y/n looked surprised at the topic of conversation and immediately gave him a warning look. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you looked like something was bothering you. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He rubbed the side of his neck as he could sense Y/n’s tension whether it was at the mention of whatever was bothering her or him discussing their private nights, he didn’t know.

“George can we just get on with our potion?!” Y/n’s voice was loud enough now for the room to hear. He shut up, affronted by her tone and then he realised she must be diverting attention away from what he had just been talking about by keeping up their charade of hatred.

“Fine.” George half-yelled through gritted teeth earning a glare from Snape. He added ingredients haphazardly into the cauldron and noticed that Y/n looked genuinely bothered as she read the instructions and worked on her own side of the project.

George tried to pull her aside after class but Y/n escaped before he had even slung his bag over his shoulder. He sighed and bit his lip in irritation, he had a feeling Y/n wasn’t acting anymore.

Fred tried to tell him it was nothing but George could hardly believe him. He knew Y/n sometimes better than he knew himself – there was something wrong and he wanted to know what it was. So, he attempted to make an effort with Y/n but she was distant towards him. George was reminded of how their relationship had been when they had first known each other. Y/n was mostly on her guard and tended to treat George as if she hated him and he did the same to her but one day after a rather intense fight, they just broke down into laughter as if there had been no reality in any of their words and there wasn’t. They knew from then on that whenever they were rude to each other it wasn’t really meant that way unless told differently.

George managed to catch Y/n as she was walking up from Hogsmeade one day with her friends. She looked somewhat annoyed but encouraged her friends to go on without her back up the castle. George gave an inner sigh of relief.

“What George?” There was tone of snappiness to her voice but George ignored it.

“What the hell has been going on with you Y/n? I never see you anymore.” He made sure that his sadness at the situation was being portrayed in his voice and expression. Y/n’s gaze fell to her feet, it looked as if her guard was falling back down but then in the blink of an eye it was raised back up as George spoke again. “I miss you.”

“You mean you miss the sex?! Grow up George.” Y/n’s voice was matching her anger prompting some people to turn and look. She noticed the students from school looking on and tried her best to walk away but George pulled her back. He was hurt by her words, sick of people telling him that but he persisted on, he needed Y/n to know what she meant to him. Y/n must have caught his hurt look because she looked sorry for her choice of words.

“No, I don’t. I miss you.” George went to reach for her hand but she pulled away quickly, the annoyed anger returning to her face, there were tears burning behind her eyes. He led her to a more secluded place, away from prying eyes and ears. Y/n was thankful but didn’t show it for long as she blinked away her tears and looked away in anger. “Y/n please. If I’ve made you feel like this I am so sorry. I lo-.” He quickly stopped himself from forming his whole sentence but Y/n had caught on to what he was going to say. For a minute she looked shocked then confused and then her lips were crashing against his unexpectedly. They kissed each other passionately for a while before George pulled back, his brain remembering what was happening. “Y/n.”

“Ugh! This wasn’t supposed to happen!” Y/n rubbed her hands over her face as she huffed out a breath. George gently removed her hands from her face and caught her gaze, with a look of confusion and tenderness.

“What wasn’t?”

“Falling fucking in love with you!” Y/n’s tears seemed to be steadily streaming now, she seemed annoyed at herself. “We agreed that-!”

“Fuck what we agreed.” George said simply and he laughed as Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed together cutely. He crossed whatever gap was between them and pulled her in by the waist. He heard her breath hitch and he couldn’t help but smirk a little as her hands rested on the nape of his neck, playing with the hair there. He leaned to kiss her tears away one by one and she gave a watery giggle. He kissed her on the lips and it was so much sweeter than any kiss they had shared before. It was love not lust in their minds as they kissed. It was how George had felt as he watched Y/n look out at the stars that night at the burrow and how he had felt when his lips had met hers for the very first time. An electric spark ran throughout his veins – the feeling was intoxicating him.

Y/n was the first to pull away, her smile had increased in brightness as she looked at George. He could see the red of her cheeks and knew his must be the same if not brighter. He took a deep breath before he broke the silence that had formed after the kiss.

“Y/n I’ve been in love with you since way before any of this started between us. None of this was meaningless to me ever. I just want you to know that.” George sounded sure and confident in his words as well as his look. Y/n met his eyes and nodded with a smile.

“It never was to me either. I mean I didn’t know I was in love with you before but there’s always been something about you George. Something that pulled me to you and I’m so glad it did.” Y/n and George shared one last smile as they both leaned into kiss each other. The kiss lingered this time on both of their lips as they intertwined their hands and started to walk back up to the castle.

“Why don’t we go love each other hard?” George’s eyebrows waggled and Y/n let out a loud happy laugh at his line. She cringed slightly at him and hit his chest with her free hand.

“I hate you George Weasley.” Her eyes narrowed but the smile she wore outshone the rest of her faked anger. George laughed, reaching down to peck her lips which she all to happily returned.

“I love you too Y/n.”

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bambam » tteokbokki & a hot shower

i got the idea of doing this from reading a bed sharing AU i found on Tumblr, you can find it here. i take no credit for these prompts or gifs, however i do take credit for writing these stories.

title - tteokbokki & a hot shower prompt - “you’re severely depressed these days and i’m too scared to leave you alone so yes this is the only solution please accept my hugs.” pairing - kunpimook bhuwakul/em!reader tags: depression, friends-to-lovers, tears, lots of tears, angST??, you as a waitress, your boss was an asshole tbh, but not the point, first kiss, bed sharing word count - 2,748 words author’s note - i personally, have never experienced depression – i hope i don’t offend anyone… ALSO IM ALMOST 100% CERTAIN BAMBAM’S FAMILY MEMBERS ARE FINE I JUST NEEDED ANGST ok enjoy also sorry if it’s BAD

There were a few signs you’d caught on to before you finally decided your best friend was depressed. To be honest, you were surprised. He was such a happy person – such a bright soul, always bouncing around everywhere with such excitement and energy. And he still was that way after you realized how deep he was in everything.

You noticed he stopped showing up on time to practice – that he had a harder time than normal to get down the steps for the routines.

You noticed he began to slip up on his language skills; something he’d been working so hard on, almost to the point where you’d have to repeat yourself twelve times to get him to focus and understand what you’d really said.

You noticed he wore the same shirt and pants, and even socks, to practice for two weeks straight – and you knew it didn’t have anything to do with the washer and dryer at the dorms because the other members had no problems.

You noticed he began to distance himself, only a little bit because he didn’t want to worry the other members, from everyone else. That he found himself quieter among group dinners and V-Live’s.

Unless he was with his members in public where he knew photos were going to be taken, he hardly ever smiled.

These were only a few of the signs, but you knew them.

It was hard to believe that the most lively member of GOT7, BamBam, had depression. But the final straw was when you actually went to the dorms to confront him about it. Everyone was worried about him, and given that you were able to get through to him better than Yugyeom, it was up to you to talk to him. “Please, (Y/N), talk some sense into him.” Jaebum said from the receiver of the phone as you rode the subway to their dorm, his voice echoing in your ear drums.

“Jaebum, not everything is that easy as ‘having a talk.’ You have to approach this type of situation as if you were approaching a live bomb. You have to be gentle and work carefully to resolve the problem.” You retorted, not worrying about the volume of your voice because of how empty the car of the subway was.

The story of how you came across being friends with GOT7 was sort of a whirlwind, if you will. You were minding your own business, waiting tables in a less-than-busy restaurant when you heard the sounds of loud, booming voices enter. You had looked over, only to find those voices belonging to the members of GOT7, whom to you were nothing but a K-pop idol group you saw on T.V. and heard on the radio. You weren’t a big fan at the time, and took them as normal, writing down their orders, giving them their drinks – the things a normal waitress would.

However, things were going particularly horrible that night – your boss, who scared the hell out of you by the way, decided to make a surprise visit and it was throwing you off your game. You so far had dropped four full plates of food, and managed to spill blistering hot coffee down your arms and front apron because you were so nervous. You had probably about 3,000 won in tips – as opposed to your normal shift at maybe 50-60,000 won – and were ready to quit.

You had brought them their drinks, and thankfully hadn’t spilled anything so far. On your way out, however, you heard a small, 'excuse me’ come from the table. You had looked behind your shoulder, turning and giving the most muscular member your full attention, and he looked down at his drink before looking at you. “I think I forgot to order this right,” he began, “I forgot to order it with your phone number.“ Mind you, he said all this in English, which caused a small laugh to leave you, along with a small eye-roll at the attempt of a pick-up.

You’d find out his name was Jackson – and he was like that with every pretty face he saw. You had conversed with the group, making small talk and letting go from your daily stress, almost for too long before you heard the familiar voice of your head cook’s shouting out the order, and asking why you hadn’t picked it up yet. This caught your boss’ attention.

Immediately he began yelling at you, about the other customers (mind you, it was nearly 11 PM and there were maybe two other tables you had – all of which had their food) and about how careless you were being. He had shouted about how he knew it was a bad idea to hire a foreigner, before ever so easily firing you. On the spot. In front of everyone.

You’d left the restaurant, throwing your apron at your boss, and storming off home. It wasn’t until maybe four days later, while job hunting, you found an ad looking for a secretary. It seemed simple enough, you had enough experience with keeping things organized and in order with working at the restaurant.

Little did you know, this job as a secretary would be for the one and only JYP himself, the owner, operator, and creator of JYP Entertainment. You had showed up the first day of work only to see the faces of those boys you’d served in the restaurant. They were surprised to see you, and were happy to see you again after that awful situation.

You grew to be great friends with them, especially the group’s second youngest – Thailand’s one and only, Kunpimook Bhuwakul.

You and him did everything together; he would help you with your Korean mishaps, he would show you top secret choreography routines, and would treat you to meals out with the group. He was sweet, and treated you like his best friend.

Which Yugyeom was low-key offended about in the beginning.

But he got over it.

But back to the present.

“We just want him to be okay again. We want him to be back to the way he was before.” Jaebum stated and you sighed, walking off of the subway car as it was your stop, and you walked out and up to the street, the familiar scenery of convenience stores and coffee shops catching your eye in the street lights and reflections of the car head beams.

“Depression can’t be cured overnight, Jaebummie. But I can promise you I can try my best. I’m hanging up now, I’m here.”

“We’re all counting on you, (Y/N), please take care of him.” Was what you caught before he ended the call and you stood before the dorm, breathing in the cold air of the fall season.

You walked up to the door and knocked a few times before the door was answered. It was BamBam, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a while, his face puffy from what looked like crying. It broke your heart to look at, and you curled your arms around yourself as to keep yourself calm and resolved in the current situation.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, opening up the door further, stepping outside to meet you. “What are you doing here? It’s nearly ten at night.” He stated, and you took in a deep breath, your fingers fidgeting as you looked at him.

It was now or never.

“Can we talk?” You asked, “inside, preferably? It’s freezing out here.” You deadpanned, and he hesitated. You could see it on his face. He knew exactly what you were here about. “We couldn’t have a conversation over the phone? Or at the building tomorrow? Why right now?” He was deflecting the purpose of your visit, and you sighed.

“Kunpimook,” you said, which you rarely ever used his first name – it was how you showed when you were serious, and you could see his facial expression shift as he looked down to the concrete below his feet. “Please. I wouldn’t have come all this way so late if it weren’t important.” You finished, and he bit his lower lip, nodding his head slightly as he stepped aside for you to walk in before following behind you and shutting the door.

You took off your shoes, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch cross legged. BamBam stood a few paces away from you, leaning against the doorway, and you ran a hand through your hair, trying to clear some sort of tension in the air.

“How long?” You asked, catching his attention as his eyes flickered to you.

“How long what?” BamBam shot back to which you didn’t miss a single beat in response. “How long were you planning on hiding this from us?”

That seemed to keep him quiet. You had to plan your moves carefully. People reacted to such interventions differently. Some went into hysterics, like you had, and had a breakdown. Some were defensive and cold – Like BamBam was, and were in complete denial that anything was wrong. All of them had to be handled differently. You just hoped you were doing it right.

You stood up and walked over to BamBam, your hands clasped in front of you. “I think I know the source of it too.” You began, taking a deep breath. “Yugyeom and I were talking a few weeks ago and he told me you’ve had a hard time getting a hold of your family back home.” You confessed, to which BamBam scoffed, turning away. You could see the pain on his face, the tears pooling in his eyes.

That was it.

You’d hit a nerve.

“Fucking snitch,” he snapped, beginning to walk away which you’d caught his arm. “Being homesick is nothing to be ashamed of, Kunpimook-” he cut you off by ripping his arm forcefully from your grip, causing you to stumble slightly but you’d caught your footing.

“It’s not just being homesick, (Y/N)!” He snarled, turning around to face you. Now you were getting somewhere. He was taking it out on you, but it was progress. “M-My mom.. she’s sick and no one is picking up their fucking phones she could be d-dead by now for all I know!” He hiccuped, beginning to pace back and forth.

You hated seeing him like this. You hated seeing your amazing, happy-go-lucky best friend in such pain. It felt like it was crushing your heart from the inside out. “If I was there, I’d be able to help her. What the fuck is the point of me being here when they need me most over here, (Y/N)? Can you answer that?!”

You decided to let this ride out, hearing him scream out his grievances until he was a puddle of just pure tears on the floor, curled up in a ball. You walked to his side, crouching down and moving his hands away from his face. “Kunpimook… It’s okay to admit when you’re not stable. If you’d mention your worries to JYP-nim, he would understand and more than likely send you home to be with your family.” You told him.

“Everyone here cares about your health. Everyone here wants you to be okay, and you’ve let your repression of your feelings go on for far too long. It’s affecting your work. It’s affecting your relationships with your friends – with me.” You explained, all the while wiping his tears and caressing his hair and face.

“You need to take care of yourself better, and that’s what I’m here for. To give you the wake up call you need and help you through his. We’ll talk to JYP-nim in the morning and talk about getting you on a flight back home. But you’ve gotta put yourself first.” You explained, to which he nodded softly.

“I want you to go and take a hot shower – wash off all that exterior stress. I’m going to get you something to eat so you can sleep better tonight. You need it.” You ordered halfheartedly, helping him to stand and you nudged him in the direction of the bathroom.

You quickly cooked up a few servings of tteok-bokki, figuring he’d be starving, and before you’d even realized it, an hour had gone by. You felt arms wrapping around your waist as you began to pour a hefty amount into a bowl and you could tell by the lanky frame it was BamBam. You could smell the lingering scent of his body wash and shampoo, his hair still damp as he held you tightly.

“What would I do without you…” He whispered into your shoulder and you stifled a laugh. “Who knows, but you’re with me now and I promise to make sure you’re well.” You said. It’d be a long road from now to cure his depression, but you knew with the right type of conditioning, you could bring his thought process back to it’s original state.

BamBam sighed, “food smells good.” He mumbled, and you could tell he was tired. “Yeah? How about you eat a few bowls and then you can go to sleep? I’ll even wrap you up like a little burrito.” You offered and he laughed dryly, letting you go and reaching around you to grab the bowl. He took a set of metal chopsticks and slurped up some of the dish, a throaty groan of appreciation leaving him and you giggled a little.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” BamBam started after swallowing. “For everything… really.” He finished, chewing on some more of his food before washing it down with some water, and doing something you hadn’t thought would happen tonight. He kissed you on the cheek – relatively close to your lips.

You and BamBam were always fairly affectionate – skinship, hugs, maybe a kiss on the forehead or two, holding hands, etc. But that was the closest you’d ever gotten to actually kissing him. You didn’t think anything by it, instead grabbing your own bowl and scarfing down enough to fill your mouth so you couldn’t talk about it.

After eating and cleaning up, surprisingly with the help of BamBam, you two headed to his shared room to put him to bed. You had prepared to head home afterwords, catch the last subway train back to your own apartment, but when the thought actually dawned on you, you’d decided it was a horrible idea.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?” He asked as you climbed into bed with him, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. “With how you’ve been acting these past few days I’ve realized it’s a terrible idea to leave you alone.” You told him, and he sighed, looking down at you in the dim light of the room. “I can’t really argue with you there.” He deadpanned, his eyes scanning over your face, rolling over, and shutting off the lamp – immersing you in darkness.

It was silent for a while before you heard a small groan. “BamBam? What’s the matter?” You mumbled, just barely falling asleep before he rolled over to where the lamp was, turning it on and whipping back around to you. “I’m sorry, (Y/N)-” he said before cupping your cheek with his free hand and kissing you.

Well.

That certainly woke you up.

He pulled away, his plump lips letting out a sigh of relief as he let his head fall back.

I-

“Wh-what was that for-?”

“I figured with all the feelings that have been thrown around tonight I’d confess sooner or later.”

To be honest, you weren’t surprised. You had a feeling, but you weren’t sure. You took a moment to process things, before your blushed and curled your body around his, burying your face into his shoulder with a small squeal. You could feel his laugh shake his body, another kiss falling on your cheek before he reached over and shut off the light again.

“Who would’ve known tteok-bokki and a hot shower would’ve opened my eyes to everything I’m missing.”

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thisisallaboutusbabe · 4 years

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Growthapart

Introduction

Most of the authors are correct with what they are trying to point out in thier masterpiece. Do you still remember The Road Not Taken by Frost from your 7th grade? I hope you do, because i took that road, been taking that beautiful road.

I am writing this not because im stucked in Enhanced Community Quarantine due to Corona virus pandemic, but because someday i want to read what i amariting and will be writing from today and the days forward. Idont know where is this going and how im gonna put into words everything what's on my mind. Though education graduate, i am not good at narrating and remembering things just so you know everything im gonna right here from letters a-z means speacial to me, and to my boyfriend. Yes you read it right. I hope youre not a sexist and will continue reading after digesting what you have just read.

The beginning.

It was June 2019 when I was hired. Been so excited since this is my first job. Though there are no clsses yet, The institution wants us to be present all the days of June just to make acquaitance and sort of trainings as well. In the first few weeks, it was only me,Teacher E,Teacher I, Teacher J and Teacher J. But as the days goes by, the faculty members gets bigger. There was only 4 male teachers in the group and one was added on the third or fourth week of June. Im not sure. I've told you that in my opening statements. (I thought you just need some validation.lol) and after letting him sit near in the group, i knew what is his name, J. J,as a psychology graduate, has been very keen and i knew that day he doesnt like me. i tried to be one of his friends but the universe was making me not to like him anymore....as a friend.( just making evrything clear.) There was this moment that i asked him about something i totally have forgotten. Good thing is he answered my open-ended question which was answerable by yes or no but he disnt take a pause but he keeps on walking. Atleast he answered. That day i realized that i shouldn't let myself be treatd that way by someone i just met. That incident broke my heart a little. The feeling of being ignored cannot be easily taken away. But hey, its just a one person, I still have the other teachers i mentioned a while ago. You shouldn't let someone treat you like your nobody. If you tried and you think its not really gonna work, leave them. Don't be afraid to lose people in your life.

Teacher's day 2019

It was an adventure with me,J Teacher E, which companied by her boyfriend, P and his bestfriend,ATe five of us. Do not wonder why I didnt mention Irish. That bitch ditch us. She was drunk and spend money for alcohols. Well shes not the only one who was drunk thatroning, Also Jbut he made it anyway. And that is what makes no-to-indianan E real mad, as she is really hot headed.

We made it to Enchanted Kingdom!!! We really enjoyed each other. We ate in a cheap restaurant, we laughed, we told stories, we had the chance to know each other. Remember A? Esbestfriend. Oh good. The bery first day i met him, i know I had a crush on him. not because of his body figure but because of his height,look and porma.

After K and i broke up for less than 3 weeks, i started talking to someone and his name is A. Well, he is nice. We added oirselves on facebook so ofcourse we talked about anything. After weeks or a month of talking , i followed him on instagram but never followede me back. I waited for a notification, but there was none. I knew from that moment its going no where, so we stopped.

After days or a month, (I AM NOT SURE AGAIN THOUGH I CAN STILL REMEMBER THE DETAILS I JUST COULDNT REMEMBER WHEN EXACTLY) Jervin and I became friends. We told about anything about ourselves gradually and clearly finding out what we truly are. There were so many times we stayed and slept at home but i will never forget the moemnt i was laying on his lap and holding his hand and biting it sometimes. I also couldnt forget how shiny and smooth his hair was as i run my fingers through his hair. It was memomorable. It was the beginning of everything.

First bottle

It was November 3, 2019 when i finally visit bim on his house and guess what, he was alone that time. Despite of the paper works waiting for us, which was the reason why i went there, we managed to buy oe bottle of red horse. After just one bottle, We both dizzy, and so we decided to sleep....together since i couldnt sleep alone in a house i just visited. Guess what drunk people do in a house without anyone who can see if things get hotter? To cut the story short, we kissed and sucked each other's nipple. Though we don't want what just happened, we still slept together. The day after that, we were not talking. It feels like it was the day one with someone you know could be the one. The emotions getting enormous and so my heart couldnt bear it. And the rain falls from the tio of my eyes. So i talked to him, we are both not in a calm emotional state. And so we cried.

Jervin, nust like me is a player too,but he is an expert. In the beginning of out friendship, he told stories about asking for load from someone hea flirting. And that day that i was crying at home texting him, my heart breaks a little and the rain became a storm. Wanna know why?because he was telling that this was gonna be his last message and he ran out of load. The level of sadness i felt that day wasnt measurable. And i feel like the feeling of betrayal brought by my kalandia in the past cane back. But after praying, I got welll. You know when you know your worth, Its awesome. You are awesome. But pfcourse at some point , things happen because soehow you let it happen.

The confusion

You know you can be together but there was soemthing that holding you back. Weve been getting to know each other since that day. We checked each other. We glanced at each other even during classes. We walked each other's home. We visited eache other's home. We did the late night talks while walking or by sitting in a dark area in Lakfront so people couldnt notice us that easily. We talked about everything and its just feel right. Christmas is cumming and we were both lloking for answers. When people say wait for perfect place and perfect timing, believe them.

The day!

It was in December 22,2019 when we finally said pur relationship is official. We were both happy. Everything is just fine. A usual landian moments of a new couple is what we did. Since its only 3 days before Christmas, i have to go back to Batangas. And so saud goodbye to each other for the meantime with a promise of coming back on 2020.

But as a malanding boyfriend who wants to see his boyfriend, I bought a Yem cake for him which was my utang from my cousin. The plan of surprisinf him at night of December 28,2020 was successful. i saw his eyes swollen as soon as he see me. He let me stay in his house for the meantime and after 30minutes or an hour weeent to oir house and made love.

Reasons why him

1. A pysch graduate- He knows wht i feel. He knows like everything im feeling. He is always there for me.

2. Giod looking- he is one of campus hearttrob. May students admire him. I admire him too. I love him more when gis smiling wearing a stripe shirt.

3. Genius- He is a person who can teach you things he knows. Like hacks on how to manually dry a cloth using a bath towel is what i couldnt forget. (You try it,you figure it out yourself how to dru clothes with a towell)

4. Attitude- When he says he dont like soemthing or someone, dont force him to like it. I have that attitude too. But the fact that loves me now is pricelss.

5. Clingy- never did i taighy that i would love someone who is clingy because never did i thought that i would be that clingy to him. He likes hugs,kisses on his body and canton. You read it wrong, read it again.

Idont where to put this but im gonna write it here. He told me he never like surprises, but as i surprise him with beverages like Delight,his favorite, it made hime smile. The favt that he loves when im surprisinf him what makes me stay and appreciated.

Memorable moments

There are thousands of memorable moments we enjoyed. And here are the following:

1. I run my fingers through his hair.

2. Thousands of times we hangout.

3. Walking and enjoying each other company at night.

4. Street food scenarios.

5. We foughtover buying a lots of Julie's bread.

6. We knocked doors even during classes to deliver foods.

7. He gave me a perfume. I make the box of it a pen holder.

8. Date at Mcdonalds.

9. I fetched him hahen he hangout with Ram and other girl.Iwaited an hour outside Mcdonalds

10. The clinic kisses.

11. The new building kisses.

12. The cumming with no hands.lol

13. The cumming from sofa to refrigirator.

14. We bought his Iphone and stripe shirts at Divisoria

15. The holding hands🥰

As of today, June 20,2020, were still together. There were moements of breaking up with him,but we are both fighting against the world. I always bear in my mind whathe is and what he truly deserves. And that is what holding me to oir relationship. Wee havent seen each other for almost four months but its okay. We dont wanna add up to health risk. Though there were times we experienced LDR problems, we are trying to reach and hear eachothers side before madness. Though i admit i easily get irritated because he is usually mad these days, i undrstand because we are in a LDR . Im not gonna be bias so im gonna tell this. One of the things that makes him mad is that i sleep early without notice and and i couldnt update him that much since theres a lot to do when your stuck in your hoise with your family.(please consider im the youngest in the family.)

Lat night, i slept early. Today, 3:43am , im still awake drinking coffeee. And he didnt notify me if he was eeping ir what. His last message was he was goint to take a bath but it was four hours ago. Maybe my bebe boy is taking a revenge. Goodnight!

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June 20,2020

Hes becoming dry. Im hvjng thoughts he is no longer interested. Lets see if my emotion will change as it changes minute after minute.

June 22 2020

Nothing new. We barely celebrated monthsary as we go out when we hve time. And besides he dont wanna celebrate it. Its hard. Im wondering if hereally dint like to commomerate.

June 24,2020

We had chat. But he didnt chat me at night from 830 until now 1:25 am. I have sent kind words and i dont know whats gotten into him. I just hope and pray hes alriggt. Its OK for me for i know he has his own story he dont wanna tell and its cool. Di you want to know what on my mind right now? Let me tell you. So last month i guess He unfriended a lot of friends on facebook but eventually changed his accoint. So the converaations we had storires on hiw we started are on the first facebook accnt he used to have. And hes acting weird from what i notice and im thinking if im really the only one. I know and his friend how inlove he was with Paul,his past kalandian and a new character. Never did i tell that i can see his likes in Pauls accnt with his new account. Actually, he have two and since i got his password ofcourse he would like Paul's post with the pther facebook account. I also stalked Paul on Instagram and saw his likes again. Now that he used his NEW account i have no longer access to the first old one. I tried to log it in pero fcbk said wrong password. My ate and nanay have been friennds with J on Facebook and so i could use their accnt to heck if the old accnt has been deactivated. So before thinking wrecklessly im gonna find proof. And if he likes somebody else, who am i to stop his heart from loving someone who is surely better than me?

My hunches are wrong. I opened his facebook accnt and he hs been struggling the way people would see us together specially his realtives. Idontknow what todo. Universe truly gives shit and its hard.

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many-miscellaneous-musings · 7 years

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Place- Jughead Jones x Reader

Thank you so much for the request lovely! I am so sorry it took so long, but I am finally publishing this and finally getting it done. I had so much fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it <3

@purple-alien-monkey

Triggers: Bullying, fighting, swearing

Gender neutral and in the second person as usual

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It started out slow. A shove in the hallways, a sneer, a crude or, even more often, cruel remark. Words that filled your ears and stuck in your brain for hours and even more often days and haunted you. But you never thought it was bad enough to tell anyone.

Especially not your boyfriend Jughead Jones.

You knew Jughead was someone who was hotheaded and protective. Someone who would kick Chuck’s ass if he knew it was going on. A fight you wanted to prevent at any means necessary. You wanted to take the turn to protect Jughead as best you could.

It wasn’t even in regular school hours when he found out, you had thought you had gotten off scott free that day. You had managed to avoid Chuck all day, and you had had plans to skip the dance.

But Betty and Veronica had dragged you to V’s house, despite your protests that you put you in an outfit Kevin and V had picked out for you that would make you look stunning.

“Come on (Y/N), you and Juggie will have fun tonight. You just have to breathe and relax,” B cooed as she did your hair.

“Its a dance. You two really need to start experiencing your teenage years and get out of Pop’s once in a while. Youre only a teenager once, and I know you’ll regret it in 20 years if you miss out. So stop sulking,” Veronica said sternly as she finished putting your outfit in place.

But you couldnt think about her words as you began to stress. Sweat filling your palms, fear clenching your chest as you thought about what could happen. Betty could see the stress in your eyes, feel the shakes that went through your body and almost said something when there was a knock at the door.

“I bet thats Jug, come on (Y/N), he’s going to swoon and we’ll be picking him up off the floor when he sees you,” she said and dragged you by the hand to her bedroom door, leading you downstairs.

In truth looking at him, ll done up and slightly awkward was what made you forget your worries for a few moments. The way he hid his hands in his sleeves, the blush on his face as your eyes moved over his frame, the way his eyes tried to catch yours but failed miserably as his gaze wandered just as much as yours did.

“You look amazing,” he and you said at the same time, making both of your faces redden even more. Jug held out his arm to you and you gladly took it, breathing deeply and relaxing, melting into his side as you followed him to the school.

You were calm for most of the night until you saw his face in the crowd. Chuck could be seen, weaving in and out of the group of people he was with, a grin on his face and oblivious to you for now. but Jug could see the way our mouth moved from a smile to a frown, your eyes filling with an emotion he hadnt seen on it before.

“You ok (Y/N)?” he asked you softly, rubbing your shoulder as he stopped dancing suddenly.

You nodded your head, quickly snapping out of your staring and kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good Juggie,” you said. You could see in his face he didnt believe you but you smiled and took his hand, dragging him further into the crowd and forcing him to dance with you, forcing your mind to get off of Chuck. The other boy didnt matter right now. What mattered was you and Juggie.

Until you broke away from him to go to the bathroom. You left your boyfriend by the snack table a few songs into the dance and made your way towards the girls room. Where none other than Chuck was waiting by the door. He shoved you, sneering some as he looked down at you.

“Whats an emo whore like you doing here? I thought dances were for normal teenagers?” he asked, voice full of venom and you grit your teeth as you tried to stand up.

“Fuck off,” you hissed at him as you tried to shove past him into the other room, but he grabbed your arm, holding it in a bruising grip.

“Murderer fuckers dont get to talk to me like that,” he growled as he pushed you into the wall.

“It has been fucking weeks of you being an asshole, of course I’m going to tell you that. I dont get why youre being like this,” you said through grit teeth as you again, tried to get away from him. the other boy just laughed and shrugged, hands going back to you before another voice cut through icily.

“Leave them alone,” Jughead said angrily, storming towards the two of you.

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it freak?” chuck asked. you could see Jughead wanted to say something about the name, but didnt want to risk getting you hurt with his snarky comments. After a few beats of silence Chuck chuckled.

“Seriously? Youre little whore here is in trouble and your too much of a coward to do shit about it. Maybe I should take them and show them a good time because obviously you don’t care,” he said and that was when Jughead snapped.

You watched as Jughead ran forward, punching Chuck in the face, forcing the other boy to release your shirt from his grasp. You watched in shock as Jughead jumped onto Chuck. The two wrestled for the upper hand, both landing a few punches before Jug finally got the upperhand. He sat on Chuck’s chest gripping his collar.

“Dont you ever talk to them again. I so much as see you near them again and I will do so much worse. I may not have killed Jason, but I will kill you,” he growled before dropping him and going to walk away.

He opened his arms to you and the two of you walked out of the school, leaning on each other as you made your way back to your house. As you sat on your bed, you dabbing at Jughead’s newest black eye, he sighed.

“Why didnt you tell me he was being an ass for what did you say? Weeks?” he asked and you bit your lip, staying silent as you continued to dab off his split cheek and lip.

“Because I knew you’d react like that,” you mumbled after a few moments of silence. An answer that made him drop and shake his head.

“you know I would do anything to protect you. Because I love you,” he said. the words made you smile weakly and you nodded, gently kissing his lips.

“yeah I know. And I was trying to protect you, because I love you too,” you said as you pulled away.

“I dont need protection. Especially if it come with the price of you getting hurt,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Im not the one with a split lip and black eye,” you chided and he rolled his eyes.

“Worth it for you,” he said.

“Just dont make it a habit.”

“I wont.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he finished the conversation and you sighed, kicking off your shoes and climbing into bed with him. You didnt care that both of you were informal clothes and all that. You just wanted snuggles from the by you loved and to fall asleep,start fresh tomorrow.

#jughead x reader #jughead jones x reader #jughead jones #jughead #jughead fic #riverdale #riverdale writing

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mattyslittleworld · 4 years

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Never Meant

I hear “What are we going through? You and me?” as I watch the sunlight literally tear through the black clouds that were hanging over my town. This is my favorite song by The National - Hairpin Turns. It’s so fucking brutal, and it seems like, to me, he is absolutely desperately fucking annihilated by losing whoever he lost. I’ve been there. And I thought I was going to be there again, pretty soon. I am currently pulled over in my car in a parking lot, as I was on a little drive through the neighborhood. Coffee and some beautiful, subtle music. The sun was out all day, and it’s t shirt weather. So me and Gionna’s ex boyfriends American Nightmare shirt (lol) went on a windows down stroll until suddenly the bright sky was filled with darkness. My one moment to forget about all of this madness was being pushed aside, I just wanted to pretend it was summer, shit was normal, and feel calm and collected, as if literal iced out trucks weren’t being filled with corpses outside of hospitals. We’ve all lost people, in a week, 5 deaths close to my immediate family, bringing my family itself stronger and closer together. Here I am driving into a storm, in a t shirt, just like the current state of American Society. Until.....the clouds part....and as I drive slowly down 35 north....the sunlight starts dancing in the most beautiful way. It was almost an epiphany and it made me think. It made me pull over - within the beautiful chorus of this National song...eloquently tiptoeing in the background. I felt calm. I smirked. If there was a god up top, I thank my guy. But it made me think - hey - we may be walking into a black cloud in just a t shirt, for we’ve been blindsided, but if you walk forward....maybe the sun will come and shit will be better than expected if we stand tall and be brave and love.

“What are we going through? You and me...”

Currently writing at 2:15 am - two days later than what appears above this.

I didn’t record any music today, unlike every single day of this quarantine we’ve all been locked into. I wake up, walk over to the mic, which is brand new - and pull up beats or pick up the guitar and hack away. Even if its horrible, its just important to me to get it out. Stack and stack and stack and stack. Ive discovered that during this quarantine - the isolation is making me look inward, and subconsciously pick away at the thing I’ve been chasing for the past few years that ive been so curious and scared about cracking open. But with no distraction of the outside world…because its literally shut down…it makes sense the little bits and pieces of this thing that’s been bleeding into my music….like I said with no distractions…POURS OUT OF ME effortlessly. Im like okay this makes hella sense. With dark city lights and the cage shit and even with the Albee shit I was like…okay this is a NEW DOOR. But do I walk through it? What do I wear? Can I walk back out or will it lock once I get in there? Is it a trap? I need more information. I need more clarity. So without me really knowing what’s in there - I feel like little bits and pieces have been bleeding into my work. And now I finally busted that fucking door down and it wasnt a room…it was the exit to the trap I was existing in my whole musical career. Now liberated. Now free. Now born. This has been so inspiring to me because what people don't really realize about this genre is that its a full on contact sport. Its competitive. Its similar to being an athlete. Which I was my whole life. Similar to basketball - you gotta stay in the gym and the more work you put in...the more shots you take...the better your jump shot is. same with this...theres a fucking skill to it. You can be really good at it. Or you can be trash. And you can utilize it in the most combative ways. It gives me something to attack and focus my need of competitiveness on. Another thing I can obsess over. The samples ive been using in my beats have not ever been used before. These ideas are brand new in this shit. The topics I am spitting about are so serious to me. I want nothing to do with the stereotypical rapper aesthetic - the gimmicks - the drugs….all that can fuck off. I want to make a difference and tackle drug abuse, depression, anxiety, anger, the violence ive seen my whole life, hardcore, my old friends, my new friends, my love life, everything ive experienced. Im using actual real names, with actual real life things that happened with 0 apology about how you feel about it. I want to utilize this to up the worth of my words and vocabulary and paint the portrait of my life. I want it to mean something. I want to make change. Even if its on a small level. Man I feel everything. Its insane how this could all be so evident with just non stop self reflection. You vs. You….who will you become? Like I said…wake up. Hit the mic or bring up beats and just cook. If that hits a wall…just study study study study podcasts and interviews for hours and hours and hours. After that ill play basketball, run a mile, work out, and take it down to Ozark lol. Im invested. I don’t do anything illegal cause im a lil bish ass pussy but I wanna do some crazy shit lolol.

Anyway, original point, I didn’t record any music. I was feeling restless and packed my shit and drove for literally 5 hours tonight. Went up 287. Hit a few nostalgic spots that I love so much and hold close to my heart. I listened to all the music ive been making. But mainly the objective was to just take a day to free myself of this grind and quarantine and be a fan of music….in the world….and reconnect with that feeling it gives you. I listened to early Alicia Keys, first Drake album, some Russ, some old folk shit, so much beautiful music. Damn it really moved me. 5 hours I drove around just visiting places that my heart are attached to. Those milestone places. Little ones….like a diner in Clark I went to once but something important started there. Or a venue in Hackensack called School Of Rock that I met my boy Alex at…when we attend a Horse The Band show together with a few homies and I got yelled at by some girl by the Merch table cause I used to be so fat and moshed so hard and punched like 14 people in the face and it was so not cool and so out of place lmao. I was in a awkward dress shirt I looked straight out of fucking Billy Madison. Horrible. Its always so interesting to me to return to places like this…after years and years and years of it only being a distant memory…to kind of return and prove it was real. I am such a different person now. As we all are. But I really drifted into a whole other land of opportunity that exists outside of everything I grew up around. Socially too. So sometimes it really does feel like everything and everyone I loved….everything I experienced…was just a dream and didn’t exist. It’s so odd. People I knew for 20 years…have no idea about anything I do now. They just see my social media. But that line is drawn. And vice versa - everyone in my life have 0 idea of my life prior. The people, the interests, the stories I tell are foreign. They’re like hardcore? Whats that? And meanwhile that was the most important thing in my life for literally 20 years….and if you told the people in my life at that time that the people in my life in the future wouldn’t even know what hardcore was….theyd be thoroughly confused as to why I was lying to them. But life goes on…and hey…sometimes you gotta take a trip down memory lane and cry in your car tears of joy that you don’t have to fucking fight loading in your gear anymore and you get to have platinum selling artists touch your beats. Or you get to sing songs with billboard charting artists, who have the biggest billboards you ever seen ,light up Times Square right above the spot you found a 100 dollars with your first love. If you told me that when I found that shit years ago id be like eat a dick we’re going to see Ceremony at the warren American legion peaaaaace lolol.

Side bar - im listening to the national again.

But this time the song “Quiet Light” and I want to point out that I think its magnificently adorable that a lyric is

“Im not the spiritual type…I still go out all the time to department stores”

I have literally no idea what that means but I think its mad cute.

Department stores are cute as fuck because “things” are cute.

Like little things to put on bigger things yanno lol?

I think this song is entirely too amazing to be released to the public, it really makes you question everything you ever made, and reality. I mean the line “between you and me I still fall apart at the sound of your voice”…OOF. Im just sitting here at 2:46 am on this Sunday, with my eyes closing for small moments to really soak in the beauty of this master piece. Whoever he is talking to ruined him. Ive been ruined, I understand and empathize with this. Primarily making rap and pop music it really opens up my taste to this indie type shit…really falls right into that open wound in the best way. It stings because it hits home so hard, but its so eloquent at the same time. Almost addicting. I want to take a lot of these sounds recreate them, and apply that to the music im making now that exists outside of this genre. I think it’d be crazy and it’d cross two worlds that haven’t been crossed. Damn im out here giving away the tea to you useless fuckers.

Last night I had a dream about an old friend, that I don’t think is healthy in this time of my life to be around….but damn…it was like I relapsed on the heroin of our friendship. It was the realest shit I have ever dreamt. I woke up - with the exact feeling you get when you go home after you hangout with somebody in the flesh. This whole day it was very real, and felt like I spent a whole night with them, and all my wounds were reopened, all the great times were revisited, and it was just brought to the forefront of my mental. As if we just met. Its crazy dreams can do that. Its just sad that this is such a toxic relationship, and the inevitable cannot be avoided, and a true bond that exists somewhere, deep deep deep down in it, has to be supressed because of the negativity it brings. In the dream we were older, existing without issues, exploring that bond, with issues pushed aside. It was beautiful. I woke up genuinely upset, confused, with a wish that maybe one day we could meet again In a place that’s safe and relevant to who we are. Im at a point in my life where I haven't answered the phone in month for anybody, answered text messages, my bags are packed waiting for this shit to be over with so the rest of my life can begin. Theres no time for friends, love, social activities, or anything that doesn't have to do with business. But there will be a time in the future. This has visited me in the past before. Its interesting when you have to suppress shit that’s extremely bad for you, because its the right thing for you to do…but then the universe bypasses that completely and shakes your fucking soul. During the rest of my day I started realizing that I am really not okay with this person not in my life, like deep in my soul. Its too much of a damn shame, we’ve been through too much together. Every huge milestone in my life as a kid was shared with this person…years and years of growth. Every story I share with people in my life now, was experienced with them, every amazing time, every horrible life altering time. I learned so much, and even taught. I became a young man with them, and then a man. How is it that these new people around in my life have my time…but this person doesn’t? One day we will meet again…when the time is right…..in a different time of our lives. When it’s right. For us. You were my best friend, and no matter how far we are from each other….I got you. In the depths of my soul and heart. Id literally kill somebody and go to prison for murder for you. But if you happen to read this - you already know that.

I am listening to “Never Meant” by American Football.

To quote Mike Kinsella

“Lets just pretend

Everything and

Anything between you and me

Was never meant

Was never meant”

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adambstingus · 6 years

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30 Fun Little Ways Every Woman Can Beat The Winter Blahs

Even though certain states were experiencing very strange, tropical temperatures (for December, anyway), or seeing rain in lieu of their usual snow, it seems that Mother Nature has finally decided its actually winter and shes about to unleash its unpredictable mood swings on us again.

Unless you live on the West Coast or in the deep South, you know what this means: cold, snow, persnickety winds, icy roads and parkas and boots. Its fun for awhile, isnt it? I dont mind the winter if it stays in the 30s, but you know it never will.

Winter usually lasts waaaay longer than the wonderful fall or the soppy spring, regardless of what that groundhog has to say, so dont let it get the best of you. Stay sane and chill during the winter months with tips from a born n bred cold-weather girl. Seriously, I grew up in almost-Canada North Dakota and now reside in Minnesota. I know my shit. Have you ever been unable to go to school for three weeks because of a blizzard, ice storm and flood in succession?

1. Make a list of projects, and work on completing them. Nothing feels better than crossing something off a list! Maybe youve been meaning to clean your closets or deep-clean your fridge, or organize your books by color. Do it!

2. Color. I was skeptical of the adult coloring phenomenon but guess what? Its fun and helps you chill and calm your brain down.

3. Throw a party. A theme party! Dont get too crazy with your theme, though, because you know you have that lame friend who wont participate. We threw a hat party one year and it was a smashing success because all you had to do was wear a hat. Our friends showed up in some pretty creative and hilarious headwear. You could also go the cheesy route and throw an island-inspired party; pick up some cheap leis and coconut bras from Party City, make boozy punch and pretend youre in a warmer climate.

4. Learn how to cook something semi-complicated. I like to visit the thrift store, get a cookbook and teach myself something new during the winter. Then have your friends over for dinner!

5. If youre not into cooking, throw a brunch potluck one Sunday morning. I did this last winter and each friend brought something breakfast-y, from mimosas to pancakes on the griddle to breakfast hash in a Crock-Pot. It was super fun and the party lasted all day.

6. Spend a day on YouTube learning how to contour your face or change your own oil. You can find tutorials for pretty much anything you can dream on YouTube.

7. Work out! If its snowy outside and you dont want to drive to the gym, or if its too cold to run outside or take a walk, slip your old Tae-Bo DVD in and go to work. (Im kidding.) I like to do Blogilates videos, especially her POP series set to pop songs, or Ballet Beautiful, but there are tons of online workout series you can play around with until you find what works for you.

8. Read a book. Put your phone in a room far, far away and focus on reading pages, not Twitter. I suggest Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff; I read it in one day and immediately started it again.

9. Or dive into a great longread online. I just tore through this one about Anna Nicole Smith from NY Magazine 2011. Bless you, Internet.

10. Make a snow day makeout playlist, then invite your hookup du jour/BF/GF/whatever over to test it out.

11. Invite your friends over for an old-fashioned game night. I dont mean Catch Phrase + beer. I mean Monopoly. I mean Aggravation, or Royal Rummy, the kind of games you played for hours as kids.

12. Marathon Sex and the City or Say Yes to the Dress with your best girlfriends, a lot of fancy cheese, potato chips and bubbles.

13. Spend a few hours deep-cleaning your apartment.

14. Go out! I know its cold, and I know it sounds way less fun to layer up and venture outside than it does to stay in your warm, cozy bed, but if you dont go outside, youre gonna go nuts. Make plans for dinners, nights out and winter activities. Just bite the bullet and do some winter karaoke.

15. When its slightly above 30 degrees, go for a walk! Get out there and enjoy the chill and the way the snow glitters under the sun.

16. Have sex. A lot of it. Why not? Youve got time, and it warms you up!

17. Remember when you were a little kid and loved to make forts with pieces of the sofa or blankets and chairs? Channel that energy and do something similar in your bed with lots of blankets, snacks and Netflix. If youre gonna be cuddled up for an entire day, it should definitely be in the winter.

18. Rearrange or redecorate a room. When youre finished, the room will feel brand new. This is one of my favorite things to do when the seasons change; even something as small as new rugs and swapped-out artwork make a huge difference.

19. Turn on your favorite pop music really loud and have a little solo dance party in your living room. Sometimes you just have to shake it off. (Im sorry, I had to.)

20. Read a biography of a woman you admire, whether thats Marilyn Monroe or Ruth Bader Ginsberg.

21. Go out for a long, leisurely lunch with a friend and pop into any little shops that strike your fancy afterward. You dont have to buy anything, but being out and about with someone you love boosts your winter morale.

22. Buy a pair of cute snowboots. Youre gonna be wearing them, so they ought to be cute.

23. Make a snowman in your yard. Who cares if your neighbors stare? Theyre just jealous.

24. Stock your car with winter survival necessities, like blankets, an extra hat and mittens, a good scraper and antifreeze. If something happens, youll be glad you thought ahead.

25. Sneak into a few movies during a day at the theater so you dont have to go outside. (Or be a good person and pay for them, sure.)

26. GTFO out! Go stay with your uncle in Palm Springs or your aunt in Arizona. Pro tip: Set an alert for cheap tickets to the warm-weather locale of your choosing a few months before winter so you can snag the best deal for your getaway. I like to escape in February when it is cold as balls.

27. Do you live near a winter resort? Why not stay for a weekend with your significant other or a few friends? If you cant afford a warm getaway, doing a weekend at a cabin is a fun change of scenery. Its even better if they have a hot tub in the room!

28. Stay in and do all the girly beautifying stuff youve ever dreamed of: masks, bubble baths, hair masques, painting nails you name it.

29. Play the Ouija board on a dark and cold winter night.

30. Get a few bundles of sage and cleanse your dwelling of any bad vibes. Theyre bound to happen in the winter, I know.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/24/30-fun-little-ways-every-woman-can-beat-the-winter-blahs/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/167847431102

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samanthasroberts · 6 years