#JORDAN HAPPY AND SMILING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SIGHT IN THE WORLD

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TODAY IS A VERY GOOD DAY!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!

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New Years Eve

A Higher Love One Shot

Summary: Chris and Nickie share a quiet moment together, in the aftermath of a crazy few days.

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC Nickie Morrison

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Word Count: 1k

Warnings: None

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December 31st, 2021

9 months married

A soft sigh fell from Nickie’s lips as she stared at her phone while the bottle maker began dispensing formula into the bottle, warm water following it. She couldn’t help but feel a little bit down, looking at the group text from her family and seeing photos from the cabin. It had been years since she’d missed a New Years at the cabin but with Ty only being a month and a half old and still not being able to sleep through the night without waking up to scream, they knew going to the cabin wasn’t the best idea for anyone. 

But it didn’t mean she wasn’t missing her family a little bit. Seeing the picture of Jessie in the snow with Kevin, Josh holding the babies, and her dad fast asleep on the couch, it made her yearn for that time together. She tried to push away her emotions while putting her phone down on the counter and grabbing the bottle that was ready and then headed back into the living room where the Evans trio and the dogs were camped out for the evening. 

That downcast feeling still encompassed her as she rounded the corner and came to plop on the couch next to Dodger and Obi. A long yawn came out of Nickie as she leaned over to hand the bottle to Chris, finally letting her eyes settle on him. The gray henley he had been wearing earlier was discarded on the floor, Chris informing her, “Ty spit up on me,” which caused Nickie to laugh, unsurprised by the statement. 

She leaned her head against the cushions, taking in the sight of Chris slumped down on the couch in just his sweatpants while watching what was on TV. His brown hair was messy from where he’d run his hands through it and Ty laid wrapped up in a soft blanket and dozed on Chris’ chest, making his tiny squeaks every now and then. One of Chris’ arms was resting on Ty’s back while the other laid on the armrest, letting Nickie see the black ink on the inside of his bicep that read ‘Love, Nic’ which was his tribute to her right before their wedding. 

A smile danced on her lips when Chris glanced over at her, his blue eyes meeting hers and that lopsided grin appeared on his handsome but tired bearded face. The sadness that had washed over her earlier was gone in an instant as she saw the two biggest loves of her life sitting right next to her. Nickie couldn’t help but lean over, pressing a gentle kiss to Ty’s chubby soft cheek and then planted one on Chris’ lips before settling back onto the couch. 

Chris leaned his head back against the fluffy cushion of the gray couch, narrowing his eyes as he stared at his wife. “You look like you’re thinking something?” 

“Oh nothing. Just thinking how different this New Years is,” she shrugged, remembering where they were a year ago. Last New Year’s Eve, Nickie had just told Chris she was ready for them to try to have a baby. And now? They had the most beautiful, precious, happy little guy in the world, who drove them a little insane with the sleep deprivation but they’d do anything for him in a heartbeat. He was their Ty Ty, their big guy, and their bubba, and they couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with him with every passing day. They were finally feeling as though they’d gotten their feet back under them in the last two weeks, finally nailing down a bit of a schedule and routine with him and figuring out the feeding thing thanks to the bottles Jordan had suggested. They were hitting their stride just in time and they couldn’t feel any more happier than they were when they were sitting here, half naked with Ty pressed against them. 

“Pretty damn good if you ask me,” Chris murmured softly, the hopeful look that she loved so much in his eyes as he looked at her before he dropped his head down, kissing the top of Ty’s bald head. 

“Best New Years ever.” Nickie agreed, moving a hand underneath the fuzzy blanket to feel Ty’s skin, rubbing it lightly. Chris smiled as he watched her and leaned over gently, kissing her slowly as he held Ty against his chest. 

As she pulled away softly, Nickie held the bottle in one hand as she looked at their son on her husband’s chest. “Alright,” she drawled, shaking the bottle again lightly, “Let’s feed this gremlin before he gets angry at you.” At that, Chris laughed sharply before he moved the blanket down, putting it around his lap as he slowly moved Ty into his arms and began to wake him up slowly. And Nickie? She’d never been more content as she felt in that moment, with her boys, in their home, just perfectly happy in their domestic bubble.

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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Maniac - G.W

George Weasley x Reader one shot/imagine inspired by the song ‘Maniac’ by Michael Sembello

About: George admires his crush (the reader) flourish as she discovers who she is and what she wants as she recovers from the toxic, abusive relationship she’s broken free from, her life takes a very interesting turn.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, partying.

This time last year you thought you found the love of life, despite all the warnings you collected from other girls in the above years - you ignored them and followed your heart. At first, he was kind, romantic, very chivalrous, especially in front of said friends and family; but behind closed doors he became a monster. 

George Weasley, your close friend fell for you the very moment he laid eyes on you. He too warned you about the guy you were seeing, but you didn’t want to believe it “he isn’t like that” you defended him.

Within months your relationship turned sour, you weren’t the same girl anymore, your lover - this monster - had complete control over you. He picked what you could and couldn’t wear, eat and study, he chose who you could and couldn’t be friends with and if you were to go against him you would turn up to class the next morning covered in bruises. The abuse got so bad you had to wear layers under your robes, you were never around for meal times and for lack of a better word, 

George felt like he was losing you.

He tried confronting your partner but there was little to no proof that he was the one responsible - after all, the monster pulled the wool over your eyes with his lies, he could do the same with everyone else and use magic if he felt at risk of exposure. 

You were failing all of your classes, losing friends, your hair dropping out, your weight plummeting but worst of all, George didn’t look at you the same anymore; his eyes usually flickered on like Christmas lights - but when he looked at you during the worst time of your life, his eyes didn’t light up, they screamed at you, begging to break free.

Exactly one year later you gathered all the courage you had stored inside of you and it burst out like a balloon filled with too much air, you weren’t afraid of him anymore, you weren’t afraid of anyone, you wouldn’t be controlled anymore not by him or anyone, you would be living YOUR life the way YOU want; no matter what other people have to say or think.

Returning to Hogwarts without the presence of the monster, everyone's jaws dropped but not as big as the boy who always longed for you; George.

The lights that went out of those beautiful eyes of his lit up for the first time in so long but now they were as bright as the moon on a dark and cold winters night, illuminating the sky.

Cat-walking through the great hall to join the first great feast everyone turned their heads following you.

Your hair now long, thick and silky reached your lower back swaying with every move. You weren’t withering away anymore, your cheeks now filled with colour and there wasn’t a bruise in sight on your body. You smirked at the lads gaping at your skirt length but you took the compliment - you finally realised your worth and you wanted to flaunt it. You were the dove in a room full of crows.

Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night Lookin' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she's crazy

“Where's y/n?” George asked a few familiar faces sat at the Gryffindor table.

“Don’t know” his friend Lee Jordan replied, smirking “she went out last night to Hogsmeade all dressed up, she’s probably still partying!”

“She’s mental that one” Ron chipped in, earning a glare from George.

Speaking of the devil you strolled up to the table sitting down next to George, he could smell the booze on your breath but didn’t say anything. 

“What's up guys?” you smiled brightly fighting sleep, drinking Harry’s pumpkin juice.

Fred gave George an amusing look “Where have you been all night?” he asked.

You had got yourself dolled up for a house party in Hogsmeade someone was throwing, you didn’t know who but you wanted to go wild and have fun after being unable to mutter a word to your friends or even step foot in that area for a year, you wanted to take the bull by its horns. 

George watched you, star struck by your presence. Your long hair tied up in a high but messy pony tail, your tight fitting velvet emerald dress (more than enough to impress the most uptight Slytherins) outlining the best your body before it’s length ended at your mid thigh. You put on crimson red lipstick and blushed, spotting George taking you in through his reflection the mirror. 

Arriving to the small house in Hogsmeade you shared drinks with the strangers, dancing and having a laugh playing the most ridiculous drinking games they learnt from Muggles at a pub in London. You crashed out on the sofa and awoke just before breakfast, you took off your high heels and ran as fast as you could to freshen yourself up before class. 

“I went out” you breathed out, wiping the pumpkin juice from your lips with your sleeve “thanks Harry!” you smiled at him, putting the glass down and running off to your first class. 

George sat there speechless, amazed at your transformation and happiness. 

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart Changing movement into light She has danced into the danger zone When the dancer becomes the dance

You took your new found freedom with you everywhere, you felt on top of the world and capable of anything. You were over achieving in all the classes you previously failed, causing Snape for the first time in his teaching career to award Gryffindor House points. 

When you weren’t in class or studying in the library being followed by a swarm of fan boys and girls, you were always in Hogsmeade; attending house parties or going to the pub with a group of eager college boys. 

George felt jealous of the attention you were giving these boys but he didn’t utter a word, no matter who you were with or what you were doing, as long as you were happy and safe that’s all that mattered to him.

You were upbeat and incredibly impulsive, professors often joking that if they poked you hard enough you would burst out into confetti stars. 

Fred and George took advantage of your new found energy when it came to pulling pranks and inventing items for their business, you had managed to upstage them and somehow even outdo them on a handful of pranks, George felt amazed that after all this time someone was so close to stealing his and Fred’s thunder.  

However, with all of this madness and adrenalin chasing you, strapped under your belt you started being followed by consequences. You were spinning out of control but you were happy, you were starting to get incredibly intoxicated on your freedom. 

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be

Minding your business on the Quidditch pitch watching George practice, sporting your blackeye from the night before you heard a familiar screech yell out from below. “There's that bitch who snogged your lad last night!”

You went to yet another house party, stupid on your part as it was a Sunday and you were itching towards your exams. You noticed that these so called ‘fan girls’ you gained had turned nasty, since your flourishing they weren’t able to get dates. 

You accidentally had everyone, both men and women wanting a piece of you; but a group of girls from Slytherin and Ravenclaw surprisingly fused together, vowing to bring you down.

You drank way too much with a college guy who had ginger hair, you thought it was George and you made a move on him - you believed he was single because that's what he told you; he lied.

His girlfriend, a Ravenclaw paid a girl in Slytherin to follow you, to see how you were able to gain such a following, she became furious when she realised no magic spell or potion had been used - people liked you for you.

Catching you kissing him gave her just what she needed to cause your fall from grace, storming into the pub she pulled you off him and punched you, you were too drunk and embarrassed to stand your ground then but now you were waiting.

“Oh fuck off will you!” You yelled down at them, you stood up from the stands and walked down, pushing past them. 

The group of girls followed you, the Ravenclaw getting closer grabbed you by your hood, smacking you around the head repeatedly. “Don’t you ever go near him again!” 

George could see the commotion and flew beside you and dismounting his broom “what the fuck is going on? Bore off!” he yelled at the girls, pulling you away from them.

“He told me he was single!” you screamed at her “and I thought he was someone else!”

“You dirty liar!” she screamed back, turning to George staring him down “she’s turned into what wrecked her in the first place, stay away from her!” 

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before

“I’m telling the truth George, I promise.” You sighed laying back on his bed, waving your wand in the air. 

George stared at you, your face now bruised more than the previous night. “I believe you but...” he sighed trying to find the best way to word what he wanted to say “you need to be careful, I don’t want you to keep getting hurt”

You closed your eyes trying to hide your tear filled eyes, the dorm rooms door swung open and Fred burst in excitedly “Y/N I need your help, wait until you see this!” 

Your mood instantly lifting you bolted up and jumped out of bed, following Fred. George stayed still and rubbed his face with his hands, having no choice but to follow the two of you. 

On the ice-blue line of insanity is a place most never see It's a hard-won place of mystery touch it, but can't hold it You work all your life for that Moment in time, it could come or pass you by It's a push-shove world, but there's always a chance If the hunger stays the night

“What do you mean I’m not right for the job?” you questioned the interviewer, his eyes focused on the paper in front of him “I want to see what that says!” 

The academic part of your life came to a close, finishing with perfect grades you were job hunting - each and every time you were able to make an outstanding first impression and you were even hired on the spot. Within days and weeks before you started your new job you received letters of regret informing you that after second thoughts you weren't suitable for the job. 

“It’s confidential information, I cannot do that.” The man replied firmly.

You shook your head at him “Not if it involves me” quickly snatching the paper from his desk, before he could retrieve it you read the recorded information about you that had been documented, breaking your heart.

You burst through the shop door and stormed upstairs to find your boyfriend George, your face red and hot, tears spilling down your tender cheeks. 

“What's the matter sweetheart?” he asked upon your arrival, his face dropping at the sight of your distress. 

“Those bitches lied!” you cried out “They’ve lied to everyone, they’ve ruined every possible chance I have at succeeding in life!”

George dropped his pen, putting a hold on his tax filing he got up out of his chair and brought you into his arms, he looked confused at your statement. 

“I can’t get hired anywhere because those girls from Slytherin and Ravenclaw lied, they managed to get Rita Skeeter to write about me, contacting everywhere in the area I applied to, telling the owners that it would be irresponsible and a irreversible mistake if they were to hire me!” you were hyperventilating beyond control, choking on your tears “they’ve painted a picture of me that doesn’t exist, George! That I’m a threat, a danger to myself and others, making it out like my past defines me for who I am now!”  

There's a cold kinetic heat, struggling, stretching for the beat Never stopping with her head against the wind

You stared at your paintings hanging on the wall at your local art show, ones of George on his broom, others of all the creatures Hagrid raised. After failing at being hireable, George encouraged you to find something you were passionate about, to run with it and earn money from it. So you took up painting and added a bit of magic to impress the muggles more than those with talent you believed you couldn’t compete against.

George smiled at you through the window and nodded as a rich muggle lady walked past, stopping in her tracks as she eyed up the painting of the Cornish pixies mid air showing off their mischievous grins. 

“How extraordinary” she beamed up at your art, the pixies beady eyes twinkling at her. “How much?” she asked “my son will love this!”

You scratched the back of your head, forgetting that muggles didn’t have the same currency and you weren’t exactly the best with pounds and pennies.

 “Uh-” you stuttered, until the lady cut you off, noticing your other paintings.

The one of George made her laugh and Buckbeak took her breath away, shaking her head in disbelief “I’ve never seen such magnificent works of art in my life... forget how much, I’ll buy them all!” 

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before

Walking out of the art show you felt your heart skip beats, running towards George you jumped into his arms. “She bought the whole lot!” You squealed.

George spun you around in his arms, cheering for you with all his pride. “You’ve bloody done it, darling!”

The two of you celebrated with the rest of the Weasleys over family dinner at the burrow, Arthur fascinated by the rich muggles and what they spend their money on and Fred begging you to paint him for your next piece. 

After finishing the celebrations George took you out for a night stroll under the stars, the two of you swinging your laced hands with every step. He stopped under the moon, it’s bright light beaming down on the two of you as if you were in the spotlight on a large stage. 

Getting down on one knee George pulled out a small wooden box branded with Weasleys Wizard Wheezes on the front, you chuckled thinking he was going to pull out a magic ring to trap his and your fingers so you couldn’t part.

Upon opening the box George pulled out an incredibly sparkly and flawless amber ring which matched his beautiful hair, you realised that this wasn’t a new wacky invention or a perfectly plotted prank. 

“Y/N, from the moment I first saw you on the Hogwarts Express I fell for you and over the years my love for you has only bloomed all the more... will you marry me?”

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be

You scowled down at the negative pregnancy test in your hands and threw it into the bin adding to the collection of negative tests you had accumulated over the years since your wedding night. 

You fell to the floor and shook your head feeling frustrated and cheated, your husband George walked into the bathroom and frowned at you with sympathy knowing what the outcome was. 

“I’m so sorry” you cried.

George sat down next to you and held you hand, kissing it softly. “We’re in this together Y/N, okay?” 

You nodded and wiped your tears, letting out a shaky breath “yeah, we are.”

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know (I sure know) And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before

You heard a massive thud above you, followed by a scream next door. Feeling annoyed you snapped your fingers, your paint brush and palette hovering in the air.

“Georgina, get down here right now!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, your husband George laughing behind you “don’t encourage her!” you scolded him. 

Your daughter with curly ginger hair and a cheeky grin just like her fathers thundered down the stairs, pulling out an earphone. 

“What?” she asked sheepishly, sending a look to her father causing him to laugh. 

“All because your brother has moved out it doesn’t mean his room is your magic practice room!” you told her off “this is the third time this week you’ve frightened next door, you’ll get expelled from Hogwarts before you’ve even started!”

Your youngest of four put her hands up in defence “okay, okay, I’m sorry” she smirked, giving her dad a thumbs up before running back upstairs. 

You shook your head but laughed, walking over to your husband who stood against the kitchen worktops with a brew in his hand. You hugged him and kissed his cheek. “I can’t believe this is my life” you muttered, pulling away and going back to painting your brother in law, Fred. 

Maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know (I sure know) And she's dancing like she's never danced before

[hello-everyfandom]

“I never said I was good at picking names, for all I care we could call them Bob.”

Warnings: Baby fever

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Words: 1.9k

Summary: Seeing you with a baby in your arms gives George baby fever.

(I want a baby so bad. I’m only 19, but I just want a baby sooo bad!)

If George could capture any moment of his life, he’d snap a photo of you. You. All he could think about was you sometimes. He found himself amazed that someone as beautiful and kind as yourself had decided to love him, a poor boy of seven children who loved jokes and pranks. He watched you across the makeshift dance floor that the Weasley’s had put together in preparation for Bill and Fleur’s wedding. You wore a simple green dress with short puffy sleeves, on your neck adorned a small locket that George had gotten you for your eighth anniversary about a year ago. He could barely even place words on his tongue as you seemed to render him speechless, you were so carelessly beautiful, breathtaking, and stunning. He watched you laugh cutely, your nose wrinkled and eyes sparkling as you picked up Fleur’s cousin’s baby. You seemed entrenched, holding that small child in your arms. You bounced her on your hip, making wide eyes and speaking in a hushed voice, likely telling her how adorable she was with the blue bow on her head. You lifted your finger so she could grasp it with her small fat hands as you cooed and continued to talk to Fleur’s cousin. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. George swallowed thickly as your eyes caught his, send him a smile. You raised the small baby’s hand to pretend to wave at George. He could see you mouth to the baby, with a happy delight on your face,

“Whose that? Whose that? That’s George!” 

It was no secret that George wanted children, he thought about his future and enjoyed daydreaming about teaching his child how to play quidditch or how to play a silly prank on Uncle Fred. But, seeing you with that tiny baby in your arms nearly made George faint. He had seen his future in front of him and he was more than happy with it. George had been certain he was in love with you the moment he met you, but he was for certain now you were the only woman he wanted. George managed to shake himself out of his trance and sipped on his glass of Firewhiskey whilst Lee Jordan and his twin made conversation, probably laughing about something silly. 

“Excuse me, boys. I think I should see my lady over there,”

Fred rolled his eyes, “Don’t need to brag about it, mate, we all know you have a wicked girlfriend.”

“Yeah, bloody hell is it annoying,” Jordan joked but then asked with a straight face, “how did you do it?”

“Charm and wit and, well boys, I’m afraid you’re straight out of luck as you also need to be devilishly handsome and you two seem to lack that.” George heard Fred laugh whilst Jordan calling him a prick as he walked away. George made his way across the reception tent, placing himself at your side as you continued to speak to Fleur’s cousin.

“Don’t you look just absolutely enchanting,”

“Thank you, love.” You turned to face George, the baby babbling away happily in your arms. 

“Actually, how awkward, ‘was talking about the little darling in your arms there.”

You let out a bark of a laugh before shoving his arm, “Oh, you little sod,”

“Oi! Should we be using that type of language ‘round the baby?” George placed his large, rough hands on your hip, cooing at the baby as well whose eyes seemed to widen at the sight of George’s red hair.

“I think she likes you, Georgie,” 

“What can I say? I’m a ladies man,” George grinned, bending his head down to greet the child, “Hello you! She’s quite adorable don’t you think?” George asked you. You hummed in response, steadying her on your hip before reaching on your tippy-toes to slightly pull George’s bandages into a better position. You frowned softly and patted his cheek.

“What’s that look for?” George’s hands didn’t leave your hips,

“I don’t think I like seeing you hurt, actually, I forbid you to get hurt from here on end.”

“Yes Ma’am,” George looked at you so tenderly, so in love. 

“Would you like to hold her?”

“Hell yes, I’d like to hold her!” George said excitedly, you scolded him before handing her off into his arms. He raised her above his head and making a wooshing noise with his lips. “Look at you, you’re a natural in the air. You’ll make for a good chaser, maybe even a beater if you bulk up a bit, but it seems you’ve got quite a bit of muscle there.” He squeezed the baby’s tiny arm. George seemed to be in his own world, with nothing but adoration in his eyes. You watched, reaching out your hand to place comfortably on his abdomen. If anyone were to look upon you two, they’d surely assume you were a young family, happy and loving as ever. You desperately wanted a family, despite the war storming onto your futures, you wished for a child. 

“What do you think about having one?” George asked, making you blink. 

“Having...?” You trailed off, also reaching to fix the baby’s bow on her head.

“Having a baby, of course.” George bit his lip to hold back his smile as he watched your eyes trail to look at his. You were simply so beautiful, it actually began to hurt.

“I’d love to have children, you know that.”

“I mean, with me.” Your boyfriend clarified. His voice seemed to portray humor however he couldn’t help but become nervous. Maybe you weren’t planning on staying with him? God knows he didn’t deserve you. Maybe you wanted children but wanted a rich boyfriend or husband or just, in general, didn’t want him. George’s worries were squashed as you blushed and looked down at the child in your arms,

“Of course, who else would I have children with? Fred?”

“Please don’t put that image in my head,” George groaned.

“Sorry, sorry.” You laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I mean it, I would love to have children with you, one day.”

“One day?” George exclaimed, “How about now?”

“Nope.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Mmm, no.”

“Next week?”

“No.

“This year?”

“No.”

“Next year?”

“Maybe.”

“Really?”

“No.”

George chuckled, handing off the sweet child back to her mother. He held his hand out in front of him, motioning to you to join him in a dance. Night settled around the burrow as guests chattered and danced, all joyous in celebrating the love of Bill and Fleur. George held you in his arms, towering over you as he slowly swayed to the enchanted instruments that played. His hand placed softly on the small of your back. He could smell the perfume he so loved on your neck and could see the gloss you had placed on your lips just minutes before the wedding. He daydreamed about your children, wondering if they’d have his eyes or yours. If they’d be smart little arses or be more like their mother.

“Okay, maybe.” He heard you mumble against his chest,

“What’s that, Love?” George asked, lifting your chin with his thumb.

“Maybe we can have a baby... this year.” 

George nearly jumped, rocketing into the sky and leaving nothing but his trousers and his shoes, he smiled wildly, “Really?”

“I’m just hesitant, I suppose. A baby is a big responsibility, Georgie.”

“I’m well aware, you seem to forget I have two younger siblings who so happened to have been babies once in their life.”

“That’s different! This would be... would be our child. I’m just a tad bit nervous.”

“Don’t be, we both want children, we both love each other, why not?”

“We’re quite young, George.”

“Mum had Bill young. Not much older than us, actually.” 

“Yes but, the war-”

“Mum had Bill during the war as well. Really, Darling, your excuses are slacking quite a bit.”

“But the shop-”

“Is doing quite wonderful, now how else can I diminish your worries? I love you immensely, and I assume you love me, or at least tolerate me enough to be dancing with me now.”

You were silent for a bit, laying your head back on his chest. “What would you name him or her?”

George thought for a bit, “Well, I’d never name him after Fred. He’d surely grow a big head if I ever did that. ‘Sides, that’s something you only do after someone dies.” George thought a little longer. “Maybe something old fashioned like Geraldo or Hubert.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth, “Oh Georgie, our poor child.”

“I never said I was good at picking names, for all I care we could call them Bob.”

“Yes, well, that’s exactly what we won’t be doing.”

“If you’re so smart, why don’t you pick a name all of them, then.”

“Them? As in multiple?”

“Yes?” George asked confused, “Were we not going to have multiple?”

“How many were you thinking, Weasley?” 

“How’s seven?”

“Seven!?”

“My mother had seven,” George said defensively,

“Yes, and I’m not nearly as strong as your mother. I’m not even sure how she raised you lot without pulling out her hair.”

George beamed and kissed your forehead lightly, “Alright, six?”

“Let’s try for one, and then go from there.” You laugh, pulling away from his chest to look up into his brown eyes.

“Fine with me,” George held your chin leaning in to press a kiss on your sweet lips. Before he could, a white orb flew into the tent making the guests gasp. Kingsley Shacklebolt’s voice rang out,

“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

For a beat, everyone was silent as if they weren’t sure what to do. Then, chaos ensued. Tables were flipped and frightened screams rang. People began to disapparate in a hurry as black flashes apparated into the tent. George held your arms as you stared up at him in horror. 

“Y/N, go!” He shouted, grabbing his wand from his pocket. You searched for your wand that you had stupidly placed somewhere. You could hear George spit a spell at a Death Eater, yelling in your ears to return to the Burrow or at least apparate to safety. Realization flooded your bloodstream cold as you felt your entire self shiver with fear. You turned to George who had successfully disarmed the Death Eater and ran towards you, attempting to drag you away.

“George!” You yelled over the screaming,

“Y/N.  It’s not safe here, Love. Go, please!”

“George!” You yelled louder, panic-stricken, “The baby, George!” Before he could do anything,

George watched you dash across the tent, your green dress leaving his eyesight. 

“Wait! Y/N, your wand!” But you couldn’t hear him. George cursed, before throwing another spell at another Death Eater and chased after you, dodging the people and the flipped chairs. He was terrified that once he crossed the tent, he’d find your limp body. However, he found you helping up Fleur’s cousin who had fallen, the baby in your arms. You whispered panicky, pushing the baby in her arms.

“Leave! Run, quickly!” The mother looked at you and then George before nodding quickly and disapparating away with her child. 

George sprinted over to you, you searched him for injuries as you held each other’s forearms. The eye contact you made was frantic and worried but glad you had found safety in each other. You nodded at your boyfriend with a knowing look before the two of you apparated away together, hand in hand.  

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September Angel Fish Awards

(New Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

WELCOME TO THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that. 

Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for tumblr tagging purposes!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE SEPTEMBER’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @impalaimagining

From Far Away by @plaid-lover-bay25

This fic is all kinds of sweet. We all know Jensen is perfect and will probably never need glasses to see, no matter what time does to his eyes, but HOO the thought of that man looking over the brim of his glasses when he looks up from his book to meet your eyes? Even if it’s through a screen? Count me ALL the way in.

Silver Lining  by @luci-in-trenchcoats

All I want for the rest of my life is to be right in the moment that exists within this fic. It’s so warm and cozy, even if it does get a bit overheated at times with all that shared body heat. I will gladly accept a few uncomfortably sweaty moments if it means having the two of them just like this.

Pit Stop by @stusbunker

This made me feel so many things. Honestly, it’s thrilling to think about hiding in plain sight like this. 10/10 would recommend public sex with Dean, even if it does mean the occasional scrape from the tree bark.

Nominated by @emilyshurley

Beautiful Ghosts by  @herstarburststories 

Okay picture this, me holding my cup of tea in the morning, crying my eyes out as I’m reading this. Because that’s exactly what happened. 

( Ahh… the angst in this one. This fic left me in tears. Can’t wait to read more parts.) ((submitted twice))

Calm after the storm by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

An adorable Dean fluff. There is something so comforting about how Dean interacts with the reader.

How not to kill someone by @myinconnelly1

A short but chaotic fic and is totally worth the read.

What a wonderful world by @wingedcatninja

The imagery is so great, you can almost feel everything  Sam must be feeling.

A little trip by @mariekoukie6661

Though I have never been inside an Ikea I had a constant smile on my face reading this. And now my face hurts…

Nominated by @waywardnerd67

Mr Pretty Face by @carryonmywaywardcaptain

I want to nominate @carryonmywaywardcaptain Mr. Pretty Face. This was the most adorable fic in the world. Jordan aka Cap is getting her groove back and the world should be graced by her talents! Plus she’s just an awesome person.

Nominated by @sorenmarie87

No More Living A Lie by @fictionalabyss

I know it’s an older fic but the idea of Cas and reader being in a fake relationship (I’d say more but it gives away the story) is fantastic.  

The Real Deal by @firefly-in-darkness

I’m no stranger to reading smut but holy crap!  After a hunt, all you wanna do is sleep but your friend sends you something… and you can’t help yourself.  I don’t know what else to say besides that you should check it out.  

Flesh - January Jingle by @myinconnelly1

I still need to listen to the song this fic is based off of but damn.  This one is great~~ Definitely leaves you wanting more.  

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Know How It Feels by @supernatural-jackles

I love that one because then the boys would understand what cramps feel like for real!

Some Kind of Sadness by @supernatural-jackles

I love this one because Jen just writes all the emotion so well!!

That’s Alpha or Sir To You, Baby Girl by @sorenmarie87

Dawn worked so hard on this one!! It’s so good!! I just love the fluff and the domestic!!

What’s The Little Guys Name by @sorenmarie87

The Weechester, the little banter between everyone! My heart!! I love this so much!

Nominated by @fictionalabyss

The Way You Lie by @cockslut-padalecki 

 this one hit the nail on the head. How you can know with ever fiber of your being that you need to leave, run, but you find yourself right back there.

Wanna Help A Girl Out? by @sorenmarie87

“Now, will you be a good girl and get on your knees for me?  I believe you owe me something…” that last line had me demanding, nay screaming, for more.

Bikini Inspector  by sorenmarie87 

because sometimes it’s just fun to mess with a guy.

Pineapple and Pizza  by @cloverhighfive 

STILL SCREAMING ABOUT THAT CLIFFHANGER lol. Seriously, though. I don’t dive too deep into ships usually, but I LOVED this little series.

All The Good Girls Go To Hell. (Prologue - chapter 9)  by @cockslut-padalecki 

This fucking series. Holy shit. The smut = perfection and the jealousy and need are on fucking point. Hell yes. this is a must read. a filthy, dirty, must read.

Nominated by @ellewritesfix05​

Don't Test Your Luck  by @downanddirtydean

All the smutty goodness that you could possibly need. The attention to detail, the way it flows seamlessly, the heart-stopping fluff. It’s a total hit and literally one of my favorite fics I’ve ever read! I adore everything Lydia writes and this is simply a must-read.

Homework Help  by @downanddirtydean

Lydia is an amazing writer and talented creator. College-me had a heart attack reading this! It’s so delicious and naughty! 100/10 would recommend!

Life For Rent Chapter 27 by @winchest09

The entirety of Life For Rent is absolutely amazing. Tabby is extremely talented and creative, but this particular chapter is just so wonderfully written, I think it deserves a spotlight. The whole time, you can see yourself in the moment. The way she captures and conveys emotion is nothing short of genius.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

His Property by @negans-lucille-tblr

I’m nominating this whole dang series, plus both of the sequels!! Yeah, it’s smutty, but it also gets into the psychological issues, especially in the third series, Her Property. There is some possibly triggering content in the first series, which is discussed throughout the second and third, so if that could be a problem, then you might want to skip it. If you’re not easily triggered, though, this is a great story. And the smut is primo, too!!

The Last Visit by @laxe-from-outer-space 

Well, crap, guys. This one just hurts. Talk about taking my heart out back and beating the crap out of it. If you’ve got the tissues handy, definitely give this one a read!

Nominated by @manawhaat

About Bar Fights and Moobs by @cajunquandary

This is a perfect example of the ridiculousness that seems to follow the Winchesters everywhere. This is totally believable and gave me a good laugh.

Keep Me Company by @butiaintgonnaloveem

I’ll never get over how spot on this is for Ketch. It not only shows us a side we don’t get enough of on the show, but it also just shows a whole other side of him that feels so incredibly real and part of his layered persona. 

Calm by @winchesterswoonathon

This is a seriously lovely series about John and all those feelings he has the power to evoke in the people around him. It’s everything I love about him all mashed into a fucking delightful story. 

You Ever by @luci-in-trenchcoats

One of the things I love about Dean is his willingness to be there and help others when they’re having a hard time. He’s the ultimate comfort buddy and this fic is a prime example of his loyalty and sincerity. It’s a little sad but it’s sweet and comforting even in the angst. 

Nominated by @myinconnelly1

The Baby In The Impala by @a-fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun

 DADDY!DEAN!!!! to the max. This was so sweet, I can't even word properly!

One Room Left by @luci-in-trenchcoats

The amount of fluff present in the fic overwhelmed me

Imagine Getting A Sunburn by luci-in-trenchcoats​

Some cute fluff right here and nothing else needs said, read it

Dirty Little Secret by @hardcoresupernatural

 This had the trinity! Hot as fuck, adorable as all get out, and funny as shit. Read it!

Love Me Or Leave Me by @princessmisery666​

 This hurt so much and i wanted to cry. It had that feeling of being real.

Daddy’s A Superhero by @msmarvelouswinchester

Being a parent is hard and hearing a child of any age say they hate you is so hurtful. This was written so well.

Loving You by @emilyshurley​

I will never have enough good things to say about @emilyshurley but this fic was so hurtful and i'm still mad at her.

Finding Dean Masturbating In Your Room by @carryonmywaywardwriters​

 Very dirty and very hot!

Because Of Mistletoe by @idreamofplaid​

Happy half christmas drabble!

Halfway by @holylulusworld​

Dude i was crying so hard.  I just can't even talk about it.

The Frog Prince - or How To Kiss the Impala by holylulusworld

SO CUTE!!!! Absolutely adorable and i love protective!dean

Enough Both Of You by @fictionalabyss​

HOLY FUCKING SHIT this was so dirty and wrong and i love it!

Fatherless Son by fictionalabyss

I really like this series it was exactly what i think of for step!dad Dean!! chef's kiss 

You’re Home Early by fictionalabyss

This was just fun.  They both knew it was bad but they both loved it!

Risky by fictionalabyss

Alright look, if you ever post anything like this again, i want to be tagged.  I will make the fucking time for this every goddamn day!  So wrong, i love it

Finally by @there-must-be-a-lock​

super well written.  it felt so real to the characters and it was incredibly hot

A Huntress In The King of Hell’s Court by @crashdevlin​

I love when time travel is incorporated well in a fic, and this is exactly what i'm talking about!

Fan Mail by @waywardnerd67​

I can't not deal with my emotions on this fic.  It is so fluffy and i'm here for all of it 

One Night Changes Everything by @a-winchester-fairytale​

This ride was so hard i couldn't even comment on ever part.  I just had to rush through the whole thing so i could find out what would happen. 

Mated In The Darkness by @mummybear​

There are not enough words in the world to explain why i loved this fic so much!

Caught In The Act by mummybear

It's smut people.  Its dirty and fucking amazing smut!

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

[dark-and-twisty-01]

Chelsea's Revenge Was A Nightmare Before Christmas

Lisa Williams knew things were far from perfect between her and her boyfriend's ex. But she could never have foreseen how the other woman's need for revenge would suddenly turn into a nightmarish attack with fatal consequences.

Lisa, 26, was at the apartment in Midvale, Salt Lake City, that she shared with her partner Travis Cook on November 25th, 2018. She was with the three year old twins from Travis's former marriage to Chelsea Cook, 32. She didn't know that she was about to become the sole focus of Chelsea's "revenge" on Travis.

During the day she spoke to her sister, Bekah Williams, on the phone to share her excitement. "She loved kids," Bekah said. "I spoke to her an hour or so before it all happened, and she was so excited to give those kids something happy." Lisa had brought a popcorn maker so she could present the kids with fresh popcorn and Christmas music as they decorated the tree.

Chelsea, the twins' mother, was due to call at 6:45 p.m. with some cough medicine for one of the twins. Lisa hoped she would keep her distance. Chelsea scared her. Travis and Chelsea had divorced some months before Travis grew friendly with Lisa, but that didn't stop Chelsea from hating Lisa.

Travis and Lisa fell in love at the bank where they worked. Lisa was warm, supportive and nurturing as Chelsea was the opposite. And as soon as the two lovers became an item, in June 2018, Chelsea targeted Lisa with confrontations at the bank, social media posts and phone calls. Lisa was reluctant to report any of this because she didn't want to make life harder for the kids. "In hindsight, I think the best thing for the kids would have been a call to the police every time," Bekah said.

In August 2018, Bekah took the initiative and complained to Chelsea's employer on her sister's behalf. The sisters always looked out for one another. But it didn't do any good this time. "It seems to me that nothing was done," she later said.

Raised in Arizona, Lisa had travelled to American Fork, Utah, to care for her younger sister when Bekah was suffering from a lung condition. Lisa loved plants and amused her sister by seeking out the most pathetic specimens in garden centres. "She had a green thumb and passion for plants. One of her favorite things to do was find plants that were struggling and she'd bring them back. She'd tell me, "It just makes me love them more."

Back in Midvale, there was trouble in October 2018 when Travis arrived at Chelsea's apartment to pick up the kids for a routine paternal visit. He made a casual comment to the twins that they were going to see Lisa, wasn't that exciting?

Chelsea flew into a rage, made disparaging comments about Lisa, grabbed Travis by the hair and pushed him down the stairs. Lisa wasn't present. Travis lodged a complaint with the authorities but didn't pursue it. Lisa understood Chelsea's anger, she really did, but Lisa and Travis were six months down the road together and she hoped Chelsea could move on. "I won't have you trying to tear me down," she wrote as if to Chelsea in her journal, the best way she had to express her feelings. "I really hope we can move past this nonsense."

Rehearsing her words this way, she probably thought, might give her the courage to say them out loud. Nonetheless, Lisa was hopeful that things had improved. A few days earlier, Chelsea thanked her for picking the kids up from childcare. Signs of thaw, perhaps?

Chelsea arrived on schedule that Sunday, November 25th. She exchanged brief words with Travis and stood in the hall outside the apartment, then played with her phone, pretending to text, as Travis stepped out to the parking lot for a moment. "Mr. Cook exits his apartment and once he is out of sight Chelsea Cook enters the apartment without knocking," the charge sheet said. She ignored Travis as he asked her to leave, saying something like, "Come on Chelsea, we agreed you wouldn't come inside. Not after, you know..."

She darted into the bathroom and locked the door. Frustrated, Travis called 911. "I'm calling the police, Chelsea. Don't make this awkward."

Chelsea came out of the bathroom, picked up her coat and pulled out a gun. Immediately she turned and shot Lisa, who'd come to see what the fuss was about, three times in rapid succession Lisa was shot in the chest, hip and back in front of the twins.

Instinctively, Travis wrestled the gun from her and forced her to sit down next to the kids. He turned to Lisa and did his best with CPR, then picked up his phone again and continued his call to emergency asking for police and ambulance.

As he was speaking he watched Chelsea closely. Seeing her move towards her coat, he told the twins to go to their room and lock the door. Worried Chelsea might have a second gun, Travis pinned her to the wall and held her there until the police arrived. He told them there was a gun in his waistband as they entered. "Officers found the victim with at least two gunshots to her torso," the charge sheet said. "The victim was transported to a local hospital where she eventually succumbed to her injuries."

Chelsea, looking drawn and tired, pleaded guilty to avoid the death penalty in February 2020. She attended a sentence hearing in June 2020. A former health and yoga teacher, Chelsea apologized for killing Lisa. "I was only thinking of myself and the extreme emotional pain I was experiencing," she said. "I'm so sorry the twins had to see me shoot and kill Lisa. All she ever did was love them."

Lisa's family were unimpressed. "Because of you, I no longer get to hear her contagious laughter bouncing around the house," her brother Hyrum Williams said. "When you took Lisa's life, you took a light from this world." Lisa's other brother, Jonathan Williams, said he missed her radiant smile and how it brightened his life. "Then one day Lisa was stolen. She was shot in cold blooded slaughter."

Defense attorney Michael Peterson claimed Chelsea had bought the gun to kill herself. She was so anxious at being cut off from the twins that she could no longer eat or sleep. She was abusing prescription medication. Deputy Salt Lake City County Attorney Colleen Magee, though, said Chelsea didn't kill on the spur of the moment. She'd even practiced driving to the apartment, and clearly planned to kill Lisa.

Judge Douglas Hogan sentenced Chelsea to 34 years in West Jordan's 3rd District Court for aggravated murder and other charges. "I was shocked by the amount of time you spent talking about yourself in papers submitted ahead of sentencing," he told her.

Hyrum and Bekah, Lisa's brother and sister, wrote: "Everywhere Lisa went, she spread beauty and happiness. From our Parisian themed dates to finding the saddest plant in the store as a project to bring it back to life she made everything better, she sought out life.

Lisa's mother added, "Lisa was magic, and I want her remembered for how she lived and not for how she was killed."

[saltlake-crew]

Owen Moore x Reader

You and Owen go on a mission and talk (more or less) about feelings.

Word Count: 3,9K (how the hell did this happen?)

A/N: I did a thing. It’s the first thing I ever post anywhere, so I’m pretty anxious about it. It’s propably crap. And out of character since I changed the things I disliked about his character the most (and he never dates Mel in this). But I worked on it long enough, it’s not getting better 🙃  So anyways, here goes nothing

The ringing of your alarm clock jolted you out of your peaceful sleep. You groaned and squinted at the clock. It was just past 6 in the morning but Isaac had you and Owen assigned for a mission.

Ever since the Salt Lake Crew joined the WLF, you became friends with all of them. You were particularly close with Abby and Manny, spending lots of evenings in their shared apartment, drinking beer and watching movies with them. 

You often wished you could have the same connection with Owen, or an even deeper one. You had always liked him. From the moment you saw him walking into the stadium for the first time, you had a bit of a crush on him. At first, you decided to ignore it for the most part and praying that your feelings would go away over time. Back then, he was still in a relationship with Abby and you were happy for them. 

When they broke up with each other, you and Manny were there for Abby, while Owen decided to spend most of his free time in his aquarium or taking on more jobs outside the stadium. You knew that it was hard for him, because he still loved her even after they were done, but he respected her decision and didn't try to chase something that wasn't there anymore. And even though you longed to spend time with him and comfort him too, you ignored all your feelings and wishes concerning him. 

With passing time, he spent more time with the Salt Lake Crew again and you noticed him getting his optimism for the world around him back, but you still ignored your crush on him. In the end, it was impossible that he liked you back in that way, right? Besides, you still hoped that the feelings for him would go away.

But the more years went by, the more you realized that your crush on Owen wouldn't just go away, in fact, it was getting stronger with every moment you spent with him. That's why in the last few months you decided that the best course of action would be to just ignore him to the best you could and not spend too much time alone with him, always scared that he would find out about your feelings. 

No one from the Salt Lake Crew knew about this, and you hoped that it would stay that way. You could live with them trying to set you up with some random WLF-Soldier sometime or another, but you couldn't imagine living trough their teasing if they ever found out.

You sighed and slowly got out of bed, enjoying that so far you hadn't been assigned a new room mate after the last one just vanished and having the space all to your self. 

You hurried to get dressed because you couldn't get away with being late for a mission again and you didn't want Owen to get in trouble too, if one of the higher ranking soldiers found out and told Isaac about it. Taking your backpack from it's place on the shelf, you made your way down to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. You just hoped it wouldn't be burritos again.

When you were on the bottom of the stairs, you met Manny. “Good Morning beautiful.” “Good morning Manny. What are you doing up that early?” He clapped you on the back and lead you inside the cafeteria, where a lot of other soldiers were already present. 

“I'm going to do a special mission for Isaac with Abby. I heard you and Owen got assigned a mission together too? Well, at least you will stop ignoring him then. Do you have a problem with him? You always seemed to quite like him” You could feel your face grow red. Had you really been that obvious with trying to spend less time with Owen? “I'm not ignoring him. What makes you think that?” Manny chuckled. “It actually was Owen himself. As you know, we watched movies last night and he asked Abby and me if we knew why you have been ignoring him. You know, he seemed really sad about it.” 

When you looked at him and saw him trying not to laugh out loud, you knew he was teasing you. You shoved his shoulder playfully. “Ugh, just shut up. I'm not ignoring him and I certainly don't have a problem to spent time with him.” Manny laughed out loud and excused himself to go speak with his father before his mission.

You got in line to get breakfast and got burritos (of course it would be burritos AGAIN) for yourself, Manny, Abby and Owen. When you turned around from the counter, you saw Manny jogging up to you from the other side of the cafeteria. He took his and Abby's Burrito and you made your way to the exit. Even from a distance you could make out Abby, who was talking to someone. Once you and Manny got closer, you saw that it was Owen. You silently groaned. 

Of course your companion heard that and chuckled. “I thought you don't have a problem with him.” The two of them hadn't noticed you yet when Manny grabbed your shoulder. You turned to him. “Hey, whatever it is, I'm sure you can talk with him about it. He'd understand for sure.” “I don't think it's that easy, unfortunately.” You smiled at him sadly and turned around to walk the rest of the way to your partner for this mission. 

When you were standing next to the pair, they turned to you and both wished you a good morning. You gave Owen his breakfast and bit into the burrito yourself. Abby and Manny went to retrieve their weapons and left you and Owen to yourself. 

The silence between you grew more uncomfortable with every passing second until you couldn't take it anymore. “So, did Isaac tell you more about this mission? I only know that we were paired together.” “Yes, he told me. There were several sighting of infected half way to the TV studio. Leah and Jordan are driving up to the studio today, so they will take us along and pick us up again tonight, when they are finished with their business.” “Ok, sounds good.” 

You tried to smile at him, but if his expression was anything to go by, you didn't succeed. After Owen finished his burrito, you picked up your weapons and went to the trucks where Leah and Jordan just finished up packing.

You greeted the couple and loaded your stuff on the truck. When everything was put in the right place, you sat down on the bed of the truck. Jordan was driving the truck and after a short moment, Owen joined him in the front, leaving you with Leah.

The truck started and you left the stadium. At first, the drive was enjoyable. You and Leah talked about everything that happened in the last time. But a few minutes before you reached your destination, she grew quiet and seemed to think about what to say to you. 

After a moment of silence, she looked at you again and asked quietly, “Is everything okay between you and Owen? The mood seemed really awkward before we were entering the truck. And he chose to sit with Jordan and not with you. He has never done that before.” You sighed and wondered who else knew something was up. “No, there is nothing wrong. I'm sure that's just your imagination.” She looked at you suspiciously, but hadn't time to say anything else, since you reached your destination. 

You climbed down from the truck and she gave you your backpack. Smiling at you, she said “May your survival be long.” “May your death be swift.” You shouldered your backpack and waited for Owen to join you.

Once Leah and Jordan were gone, the two of you walked over to the buildings where the infected were rumored to be seen. Owen was oddly silent. Normally, he was very chatty whenever you two would go on patrol or missions together, but today he seemed like there was something on his mind.

You stopped shortly before the buildings, enjoying the sun, who had finally risen over the horizon, before you entered the building after Owen.

On first sight, the building seemed empty. You didn't hear any screeches or movement, wondering if there were really infected. “Do you know how many infected were seen?”, you asked Owen, who was standing with his back to you. You waited several moments, but there was no answer from your partner. You walked over to him and shook his shoulder. “Hello? Anybody there?” 

He blinked at you, startled as if he hadn't realize you were standing right in front of him. “Yes, I'm here. Why?” “I asked you if you know how many infected should be here. Because I don't see or hear any.” He shook his head. “No, I don't know. Let's go further in, maybe they just went to hide somewhere.” You looked after him rather stupidly when he suddenly started marching further into the building. You wondered if he really was that upset with you for not spending much time time with him lately or if there was something else bugging him. You jogged after him.

You spent the next three hours wandering through the different buildings, but there were no infected to be seen. Owen was still not very talkative and ignored your presence for most of the time. He only spoke to you if you asked him a question and even when his answers where clipped. You wondered what was wrong with him and if it was possible that you were the reason.

After searching for another hour without finding anything, you decided to take a break. The two of you sat down in the grass before the building, unpacking your lunch. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sun for a bit. After a few moments you felt eyes on you and when you opened your eyes, you saw Owen watching you intently. He looked away and cleared his throat. After a few more moments of awkward silence, he finally talked to you without being prompted by you.

“Can I ask you something?” He seemed nervous to ask you. “Sure you can, Owen. You can ask me anything, but I thought you knew that.” He looked at you skeptically and continued. “Why are you ignoring me?” You felt all the color drain from your face and swallowed hard. “I don't know what your talking about. I'm not ignoring you.” 

He scoffed. “Yeah, sure you're not. You declined all my invitations to spend time with me at the aquarium, we didn't have a movie night with just the two of us in months and you didn't even come to Abby and Manny last night. So, if you have a problem with me, just tell me. Or if you don't like me, just tell me too. But to be ignored by you hurts fucking much. I thought we were friends!”

“I...I don't have a problem with you Owen, and of course we are friends. Nothing has changed, I promise you.” He stared hard at you. “Then tell me why you're ignoring me. I want to know what's wrong.” You swallowed and thought feverishly about what to say until the silence between you grew awkward. “Owen, I can't tell you. It would change everything between us and you would hate me forever. I don't want to loose you because of that.” 

He looked away and his expression turned cold. “Well, I'm certain you'll do that even without telling me. Nothing could be so bad that you can't tell me. I thought you knew that. Seems like I was wrong.” He sighed and you stared at the ground, feeling like ice took hold of your whole being and your heart shattered. 

“Come on, Y/N, we still have infected to get rid of.” Owen's voice had a cold touch to it when he stood up and turned back to the building, not waiting for you to pack your things and follow him. “Owen, wait. I didn't mean it like that.”, you screamed after him, but he already vanished into the next building you needed to search.

You cursed and hurried to throw your things into your backpack and run after him. Inside the building, it was like he had vanished. You took a look around, seeing that the upper part was completely destroyed with the passing years. That left the lower part of the building for inspection. You turned to the stairs which led downwards, but couldn't even make it halfway there before you stopped short.

For a moment, you feared that the building was collapsing when the floor and the walls started shaking as if an earthquake took hold of it, followed by a loud crash and the screeching of infected. But as soon as the shaking started, it was over again. 

When you recovered from your shock, you ran as fast as you could downstairs, coming to a sudden stop when halfway down the stair was covered in rubble. The small pebbles were soon turning into gigantic rocks of concrete, blocking you from going any further. It looked like parts of the walls and ceiling collapsed.

Owen was nowhere to be seen. Was he down here and lying under the rocks? The thought made you feel cold all over again and your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest with anxiety. You tried to calm your erratic beating heart and listened to your environment.

When you held your breath, you imagined you could hear gunfire and infected screeching behind the walls of rock. Imagining that Owen was alone with the infected on the other side, you panicked and tried to move the rocks and screamed out for him. “Owen? Owen! Please answer me. Are you ok?” You listened closely – but even after a few moments were was no answer.

Tears were streaming down your face, while you hopelessly tried to move the rocks. You rubbed with a hand over your eyes when you noticed something shiny on the ground between a few smaller rocks. You grabbed it and when you saw what it was, a fresh wave of tears started to well up in your eyes. It was Owens firefly pendant. You pressed the chain to your heart, and after a few moments put it into the pocket of your trouser. What were you supposed to do now? Behind the collapsed wall, everything was still silent.

Since you couldn't move forward, you decided to go search for another way into the lower part of the building. Maybe Owen was still alive, he was a skilled soldier after all. And if not, - well, you didn't want to think of this possibility. While you hurried up the stairs again and to the front of the building, you thought about your last conversation with Owen. It made you feel sick. You regretted that you didn't told him the truth. Maybe if you told him, he wouldn't have gone alone, maybe.... well, it certainly didn't do any good to dwell on it now.

Back upstairs, you looked around, trying to find anything useful. You spotted something that looked like a floor plan. Better than nothing. You jogged over to it and took a look at it. From what you saw, it looked like the building you were in and the building on the right had a shared basement.

 You also noticed that were was another door to the basement in this building, but it was only accessible from the back. You decided to try the door on the back first and if that didn't work you would search in the other building. Looking out of the windows on the back, you realized it was going too far down to just jump. Hurrying out of the building and to the backside, you found the door rather fast.

You first stopped to listen to something, but besides the chirping of the birds, there was absolute silence. Reaching for the door handle, your heart started beating fast again. You pushed the handle down and tried to open the door, but it didn't open. Even giving it a few harder pushes didn't do anything, it was locked. Next, you tried to throw your whole body against the door, but it didn't do much, beside giving you a soar shoulder. “Fuck, oh fuck...” Gasping for air, you realized that you couldn't get to the basement here. 

Anxiety was threatening to take over all your senses, but you swallowed it down and hurried to the other building and after a quick search you found the door to the basement. When you pushed down the handle, it was budging at least a bit. “At least it's only blocked and not locked...”, you thought to yourself while you threw your body against the door to create a gap large enough, that you could slip through. 

The big metal crate that was behind the door made a sickening screeching noise when you pushed the door open and immediately you heard the screaming of several infected, all making their way to the source of the noise. Luckily, there were no spores to be seen. You ducked behind the metal crate, turned on your lamp and watched as a clicker and a few runners were running in your direction. You took your gun out of your holster and aimed for the clickers head. You needed two shots, but the clicker went down leaving you with the runners.

Startled from the noise, they were coming straight at you. You managed to dodge the first, killing it with a head shot. You barely managed to kill the rest of the runners, leaving you with barely any ammo, hoping that were wouldn't be much more of them. 

In this part, the basement was cold and wet and on the floor was a thin layer of water, making every step you take echoing from the walls. You moved slowly, trying to make as few noise as possible, regularly pausing to listen for infected or other movement - but everything was silent. When you reached the end of the first building, all you found was a door, no Owen was to be seen or heard.

Reaching for the door, you could see how much your hand was shaking. Your anxiety was rising with every second you didn't find Owen. Hoping to finally find something, you opened the door, finding it unlocked. 

The basement on the other side was drier, but it was dark, the shining of your lamp the only source of light. Carefully, you stepped into the darkness, screaming out loud when you suddenly stepped onto something. You looked down and saw that it was the arm of a dead infected.

Suddenly, you heard a quit voice behind you. “Y/N?!” You whirled around and there, sitting on the floor next to the door, was Owen. You hurried over, falling to your knees next to him, trying to shine your lamp over his body and feeling around for wounds. Your movement was frantic needing to feel his warm (alive) body under your hands.

It was only stopped when hands grabbed your wrists. “Hey, calm down. I'm fine, I promise you. Look at me, please. Everything's ok... are you crying?” That was the first time you realized the tears streaming down your face again. Owen let go of you hands and pulled you into a tight embrace, while you mumbled repeatedly “I'm sorry.” “Don't cry, please. I'm ok. I'm not hurt, not badly at least. Everything's ok. You don't have to apologize” 

One of his hands started to stroke your hair, while you sobbed against his chest, clinging to him and never wanting to let him go again. After a few minutes, you calmed down enough to find your voice again.  “I'm so sorry Owen. For everything. Especially for ignoring you. I didn't want to, but I didn't know what else to do. I don't want to lose you.” The hand stroking your hair stopped, grabbing your cheek instead and making you look at him. His thumb stroked your cheek while he stared you in the eyes. “Talk to me, please. What I said earlier still stands. Where is nothing that bad that you can't tell me. I promise.” 

You tried to find the right words, searching for something eloquent, but your brain and your mouth didn't want to work together at the moment and all you managed was to blurt out “I'm in love with you.” Owens breath hitched, his hand glided away from your cheek and for a few moments afterwards there was complete silence. You looked down in embarrassment, feeling your cheeks heating up. Then, he started chuckling. Your brows creased, wondering what that was about now. “And that's the reason why you have been ignoring me lately?” He sounded amused. 

You still couldn't look him in the eyes. “Yes, that was it. I didn't want you to find out and then not wanting to spend time with me anymore.”, you mumbled. Suddenly, you felt his hand under your chin, lifting your head up and making you look at him again. “You can be really obvious sometime, Y/N.” “What?! Why?” On his face spread a broad grin. Because I was trying to flirt with you for the past year. I can see now that that was not very successful.” 

You stared at him in disbelief, not trusting your ears to really have heard that he said just that. Owen laughed quietly. Then he was leaning forward, pressing his lips first to your cheek and then to your mouth. It took a moment, but once your shock dissolved you happily kissed him back. For a few moments, there was only him and his lips on yours, you forgetting the world completely.

“Ok, I think we should get out of here, Owen. Leah and Jordan should be back shortly.”, you told him after a few minutes of enjoying his presence near you. “You're right, I want to get out of this basement. But you need to help me. I think the rocks broke my leg.” “But you said you weren't hurt!” You're voice was getting comically high. “I didn't say that I wasn't hurt, I just said that I wasn't hurt badly.”  “You're impossible.”, you told him fondly, trying not to laugh.

With you helping him, you both made it out of the basement and sat down on a rock near the spot you would get picked up again. Suddenly you remembered the firefly pendant in your pocket. “Here, you lost that on the stairs.” You held out your hand with the pendant. Owen looked at it for a moment and then back up at you. 

“Keep it. So you remember me when we're not together.” You looked at him full of wonder. You knew how important his pendant and his past with the fireflies was for him. “Are you sure? I know it's important for you.” “Not as important as you. Keep it.” He took the pendant from you and put it around your neck. In this moment, you couldn't be any happier.

[finnsgrin]

Jasper Jordan Preference - You’re Deaf

Jasper Jordan x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

GIF: xaspenn

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Word count: 1,452

Published on: July 26, 2020

TW: Deafness, a bit of demeaning

Spoilers: S2

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♡Masterlist♡

Jasper Jordan

(In this, Jasper is just friends with Maya)

The girl with curly hair who had introduced herself as Maya sat at the shiny black grand piano, her fingers dancing effortlessly across the keys. Those who were gathered around her smiled and swayed to the music that you couldn't hear.

Jasper had told you about music. He tried his best to explain the sounds, but what was he to compare it to? You'd never heard anything. All you could do was feel the vibrations and watch those around you enjoy themselves.

Once Maya had finished her tune, the audience clapped, and you joined them even though you were unable to hear what was played.

Your boyfriend of three months, Jasper Jordan, nudged your side to get your attention.

Man, I wish you could hear this. He signed.

Jasper had learned sign language before you started dating, when you were just friends up on the Ark. He wanted to get to know you, and what better way to talk with you than learning your language?

Although his comment was harmless, you still felt bitter about the whole situation.

Yeah, me too. You signed, looking away.

His face fell, and he took your hands into his.

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean it like that. I just-."

You silenced him with a kiss.

Where words were unavailable, kissing had always been an appropriate option for the both of you. When either of you were upset, or angry, or scared, and you couldn't sign the words of comfort out fast enough, you pressed your lips together, and they said everything.

The dinner bell rang, and Jaspers head turned to where people were already beginning to plate up with food.

Jasper smiled and took your hand into his.

The people of Mount Weather had been more than generous to the people of the sky. You were sheltered, clothed, fed...

Jasper nudged your shoulder, and you looked up from your chicken pot pie.

Maya was sitting across from you, smiling patiently.

Oh, was she talking to me? You signed to Jasper.

He nodded while taking gulps of his milk.

You turned back to her.

"How do you like your dinner?" She asked a little too slowly for your liking.

You smiled, and turned to Jasper where you signed out your answer.

"She says she loves it. And, thank you for being considerate, but you don't have to speak that slowly. She's been reading lips her entire life."

Maya smiled sheepishly, and spoke again in a normal manner.

Your grew to like the girl, and spent at least twenty minutes talking to her, with Jasper being your translator.

Jasper set down his fork a little too aggressively, and turned to Monty who was on the other side of you.

"You know, sometimes I wish she could speak for herself. My hands are getting tired. Her disability isn't just an inconvenience for her." He complained.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and rage, and you stood abruptly.

I can see your lips, asshole. You signed angrily.

His face fell once he realized the severity of his words.

Babe, wait- His hands moved almost as quickly as yours.

You signed one thing that anyone could understand, and flipped him off.

You wove through the crowd of people who were enjoying their meal, and tears threatened to escape from your (Y/C/E) eyes.

"(Y/N), wait!" Jasper called, standing up to go after you.

"She can't hear you you idiot." Monty grumbled.

You ran back to the bunk room and collapsed onto your bottom bunk which was right next to Jaspers. You wondered if you could switch with someone for tonight. Being near Jasper wasn't something you wanted right now.

You sobbed into your pillow, the noise echoing throughout the room.

A hand on your shoulder startled you, and you gasped in surprise.

Jaspers expression was full of remorse, and his face fell when his brown eyes met your puffy red ones.

"Babe-." He started.

Save it. You signed, turning away from him.

He went to the other side of you, and brought his lips close to yours.

You shoved him off harshly.

A kiss isn't going to fix this, Jasper. Your eyes were full of annoyance.

He sighed, kneeling down, and you turned away once more.

His feeble attempts at trying to get your attention failed, and he eventually just ended up going back to the mess hall.

Good. You didn't want to be be around him anyway.

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You spent hours just laying down, tears trailing into your ears. You thought of your relationship with Jasper, and began to question it.

Were you a burden to him? Did he even love you? Why would he say something like that?

The lights had been switched off long ago, but you were too upset to sleep with these unanswered questions jumping around your head.

Someone tapped you on your shoulder, and you turned to squint and make another angry sign at Jasper.

But it wasn't him. It was Monty.

He was saying something, you could tell, but the room was too dark to see his lips.

Monty offered his hand to you, and you reluctantly accepted it.

He led you out of the room and into the hallway where the fluorescent lights were blinding.

Monty kept taking you around corners and doors you didn't even know existed.

What was he doing?

You stopped him, and gave him a puzzled look.

He smiled softly.

"Just trust me." He said.

You huffed, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and just sleep away your sadness.

Monty lead you to a door at the end of the hallway, and opened it.

You gasped at the sight.

Christmas lights twinkled from the ceiling, along with pink and white ribbons and lace. Rose petals were sprinkled across the floor, and a round table was set up with a linen tablecloth, candles alight, a vase full of red roses, and two delicious plates of what looked like decedent chocolate cake.

You turned to ask Monty what this was all about, but the boy had disappeared. In his place, was Jasper.

You rolled your eyes, ready to head back to the bunk room.

Jasper softly grabbed your wrist, and his eyes were full of regret.

(Y/N)... please wait. I want to try and make things right. He signed.

You stood there, your arms folded across your chest, waiting for the apology to continue.

Once he realized you weren't leaving, relief flooded across his face.

What I said was inconsiderate, and rude, and just... it was awful, and I'm so so sorry. I... I understand if you want to break up with me, but that would really suck, because you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You've been there for me through everything, even when I've been an asshole. You're so kind, and smart, and beautiful, and funny, and forgiving, and I love you so much and-

You took his hands, and pressed them down to his sides. Then, you took his face in your hands, and kissed him.

His hands immediately rested on your hips, and he pulled you close to him until there was no space in between you.

It wasn't his apology, or the grand gesture of the room which you were standing in that moved you.

It was the fact that Jasper had told you he loved you for the first time.

You pulled away, tears trailing down your face.

His face fell, and this time he spoke.

"Oh... that was a goodbye kiss, wasn't it? You're breaking up with me... It's okay. I- I understand." He struggled to remain composed.

You shook your head quickly, a laugh escaping from your lips.

No, no, I'm not breaking up with you. Jasper, did... did you mean it? Your hands shook slightly as they signed.

He frowned in confusion.

"Mean what? That I'm sorry? Of course I did. I-."

No, no. That you love me.

Jasper blushed, and looked at his feet, shuffling them about.

He look up back to you.

Yeah... I did. I do. I love you, (Y/N). He signed.

I love you too, Jasper. You signed back, a single tear trailing down your cheek. But it was a happy tear. Jasper smiled gently, and used the pad of his thumb to wipe it away.

Do you wanna sit? His head nodded in the direction of where the beautiful looking cakes sat untouched on the porcelain plates.

You nodded, and took his arm where he led you over and pulled out a padded chair for you to sit on.

Once you were situated, and took a few bites of your cake, you looked up to ask him a question.

How did you even do this? You asked after setting your fork down.

He grinned widely.

Maya knows a party planner. I also taught her some basic ASL. Hello, goodbye, thank you... oh, and I taught her how to say Jasper is awesome. But she doesn't know that. She thinks it's a compliment saying she likes your hair.

You laughed loudly, closing your eyes and tiling your head back.

Jasper gazed at you, smiling.

Yes, he was in love. And he was in love with the most incredible girl in the world.

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[anna-justice]

Lost or Found - 16

Summary: As Jay, Hailey, Kim, Adam and Kevin start their junior year in the wake of a tragic summer, the past year of their lives comes back to haunt them. If you enjoyed Pretty Little Liars, this is for you! *UPSTEAD/BURZEK High School AU

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16 - My Man ...

After recovering from the initial shock of Jay’s words, Hailey turned to Severide and gave him a confident smile, one that didn’t show that she was completely unaware of Jay’s intentions. Severide looked between the two of them before smiling softly. “Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s all good man.” Jay said, grabbing Hailey’s hand. “See you around.” Jay pulled her away from him and around the corner out of sight.

He was not planning on asking Hailey to the dance like that and by the look on her face she wasn’t expecting it either. “Thanks” She said, leaning back against the locker.

“Yeah, of course.” Jay said, giving her a once over. “Are you okay?”

Hailey nodded, collecting herself. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Hailey-” Jay started.

“Let’s go find Kim, we’ve got things to do.” She cut him off, nodding her head towards the exterior doors. She knew what he was going to say, and she wanted to pretend for just a little longer that they were in fact going to the dance together. That his tie would match her dress and they would take photos with their parents gushing behind the camera. She wasn’t ready for him to take it all away yet.

So that’s exactly what they did, they went and found Kim, who was sitting on a bench outside with Sylvie. Hailey grabbed her hand, bidding Sylvie hello and goodbye all at the same time, pulling her away. They were running a bit behind schedule and if they didn’t get on top of things, Adam would have their heads.

…

Adam felt like he was going to shit his pants. Everything was set up, complete with Kevin filming from behind him. He was sure that Kim was going to say yes, but he had worked so hard to make this experience special and he was hoping he delivered.

Kim was extremely confused when Hailey tied the blindfold around her head as they neared her street. However, she was sure that her boyfriend had something to do with it. When the car stopped Hailey gasped and began to laugh and before she knew it she could hear Jay gasping for air too.

“What is going on guys?” Kim asked, throwing her hands around and unknowingly almost smacking Hailey in the process.

Hailey opened the door and grabbed her friends hands, “You’ll see.” Hailey steadied Kim and led her down the side walk to the front of her house, turning her so she was facing it.

Suddenly Kim was blinded and when she could finally see again she began to laugh. Her boyfriend was standing in front of her decked out in a boy scout uniform with a massive assortment of different colored balloons in his hand. She looked above him with a huge smile on her face.

Kim, are you UP for hoco?

She looked to Adam who just shrugged and Kim launched herself into his arms. He stumbled back in shock but caught her easily. Kim reached up and pulled his face to hers and connected their lips, causing Adam to nearly let go of the balls of helium he was holding.

Hailey stood next to Jay, watching him as he watched their friends. He was smiling so big that there was a tiny dimple near him mouth and his eyebrows raised way up into her forehead. He looked so happy and Hailey took a moment to igraine the image in her head. These moments are few and far between.

Adam pulled away after he heard a whistle (that he was assuming was from Jay). “Is that a yes?”

Kim nodded, trying to keep the happy tears out of her eyes. “Yes.” She said softly. She turned around and pointed to Hailey, “Now we have to go dress shopping!” She said and Hailey rolled her eyes but nodded, anything for her best friend.

Jay watched Hailey as she laughed with Kim. She was smiling so wide, her blonde hair looking even prettier that normal in the sunlight. God, she was gorgeous. The thought of her in a dress and heels was heart stopping, he imagined her and Kim trying on dress after dress (because of course Hailey would try on anything to make Kim happy). He watched intently as she laughed at Adam, who had accidently let go of a few balloons. She bent over, clutching her side as a beautiful, almost angelic, noise escaped from between her lips. Jay could listen to her laugh all day, he wished he could hear it more.

Kevin joined the party, stopping the recording before plucking a few balloons from Adam’s stash for his siblings. He would admit that he was a little disconnected at the moment, he was just so consumed by the season and his family.

The doll that Vinessa had been playing with really freaked him out, and when the same doll was no where to be found the next day, he was sure that someone was trying to talk to his little sister when he wasn’t there to protect her. Thankfully, Jordan had skated through unscathed and the only person he really had to worry about was Vinessa, at least for the time being.

Kim kept herself tucked into her boyfriends side for the rest of the day, basking in her contentment. She felt like the most important girl in the room, she always did with him. He treated her like an absolute princess, and he even agreed to be her escort for the homecoming court (which she had learned she was on that morning before school).

It was strange, that was something that her and Erin had always talked about doing together, but Kim felt now like she was doing it for her, to remember her. And now she was doing it with her favorite person in the world by her side.

…

Hailey huffed as she through her bags down on the floor in the entryway.

The next day, Kim had convinced her to go dress shopping after school and three and a half hours later she was finally home. With a dress, thank God.  She loved it and so did Kim, and Trudy, who had sent her an approving text message after Hailey sent her a picture.

She felt the urge to sigh as she thought about Jay seeing her in it, in her head she imagined him smiling the way he had the day before, her focus completely on her. Him wearing a matching yellow tie and pinning a flower to him chest. She thought about them dancing and taking pictures. She wanted to go with him so bad.

“I’m home!” She called out as she made her way to the kitchen, nearly screaming when she saw someone standing behind the counter. She held a hand to her chest as the tall figure smirked. “Jesus Jay.” She said, trying to catch her breath. “What are you doing here?”

He motioned to the pizza box in front of him, “I brought dinner.” Hailey nodded (she didn’t even feel strange about it him just showing up with pizza) before reaching behind him to get plates and cups. “How was shopping? Did you get a dress?”

Hailey nodded again before sitting down on a stool across from him. “I did, actually.”

“Can I see it?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No, not until-” Hailey stopped dead in her tracks after she opened the box. She looked up and Jay was smiling, he gestured down to the box.

I know this is cheesy but... Hoco?

Hailey read the message again, and then again, to make sure it was real. The first part was written on the top lid of the box, while “Hoco?” was written in pepperoni’s on the pizza. Hailey felt like she was going to cry, Jay had asked her to homecoming and she literally couldn’t breathe.

“So?” He asked, eyeing her and trying to ignore how fast his heart was beating.

“Yes.” Hailey said, maybe a little to fast. She jumped off her stool and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You didn’t have to do this.”

Jay shrugged, “I wanted to.”

Hailey blushed, attempting to recover fast, but she wasn’t sure it was working. “Let’s just get one thing straight.” Jay cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t dance.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

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A/N: Y’all get ready because the next few chapters are about to be loaded!!

[inanoncriminalwayy]

(In this, Jasper is just friends with Maya)

The girl with curly hair who had introduced herself as Maya sat at the shiny black grand piano, her fingers dancing effortlessly across the keys. Those who were gathered around her smiled and swayed to the music that you couldn’t hear.

Jasper had told you about music. He tried his best to explain the sounds, but what was he to compare it to? You’d never heard anything. All you could do was feel the vibrations and watch those around you enjoy themselves.

Once Maya had finished her tune, the audience clapped, and you joined them even though you were unable to hear what was played.

Your boyfriend of three months, Jasper Jordan, nudged your side to get your attention.

Man, I wish you could hear this. He signed.

Jasper had learned sign language before you started dating, when you were just friends up on the Ark. He wanted to get to know you, and what better way to talk with you than learning your language?

Although his comment was harmless, you still felt bitter about the whole situation.

Yeah, me too. You signed, looking away.

His face fell, and he took your hands into his.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean it like that. I just-.”

You silenced him with a kiss.

Where words were unavailable, kissing had always been an appropriate option for the both of you. When either of you were upset, or angry, or scared, and you couldn’t sign the words of comfort out fast enough, you pressed your lips together, and they said everything.

The dinner bell rang, and Jaspers head turned to where people were already beginning to plate up with food.

Jasper smiled and took your hand into his.

The people of Mount Weather had been more than generous to the people of the sky. You were sheltered, clothed, fed...

Jasper nudged your shoulder, and you looked up from your chicken pot pie.

Maya was sitting across from you, smiling patiently.

Oh, was she talking to me? You signed to Jasper.

He nodded while taking gulps of his milk.

You turned back to her.

“How do you like your dinner?” She asked a little too slowly for your liking.

You smiled, and turned to Jasper where you signed out your answer.

“She says she loves it. And, thank you for being considerate, but you don’t have to speak that slowly. She’s been reading lips her entire life.”

Maya smiled sheepishly, and spoke again in a normal manner.

Your grew to like the girl, and spent at least twenty minutes talking to her, with Jasper being your translator.

Jasper set down his fork a little too aggressively, and turned to Monty who was on the other side of you.

“You know, sometimes I wish she could speak for herself. My hands are getting tired. Her disability isn’t just an inconvenience for her.” He complained.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and rage, and you stood abruptly.

I can see your lips, asshole. You signed angrily.

His face fell once he realized the severity of his words.

Babe, wait- His hands moved almost as quickly as yours.

You signed one thing that anyone could understand, and flipped him off.

You wove through the crowd of people who were enjoying their meal, and tears threatened to escape from your (Y/C/E) eyes.

“(Y/N), wait!” Jasper called, standing up to go after you.

“She can’t hear you you idiot.” Monty grumbled.

You ran back to the bunk room and collapsed onto your bottom bunk which was right next to Jaspers. You wondered if you could switch with someone for tonight. Being near Jasper wasn’t something you wanted right now.

You sobbed into your pillow, the noise echoing throughout the room.

A hand on your shoulder startled you, and you gasped in surprise.

Jaspers expression was full of remorse, and his face fell when his brown eyes met your puffy red ones.

“Babe-.” He started.

Save it. You signed, turning away from him.

He went to the other side of you, and brought his lips close to yours.

You shoved him off harshly.

A kiss isn’t going to fix this, Jasper. Your eyes were full of annoyance.

He sighed, kneeling down, and you turned away once more.

His feeble attempts at trying to get your attention failed, and he eventually just ended up going back to the mess hall.

Good. You didn’t want to be be around him anyway.

-

You spent hours just laying down, tears trailing into your ears. You thought of your relationship with Jasper, and began to question it.

Were you a burden to him? Did he even love you? Why would he say something like that?

The lights had been switched off long ago, but you were too upset to sleep with these unanswered questions jumping around your head.

Someone tapped you on your shoulder, and you turned to squint and make another angry sign at Jasper.

But it wasn’t him. It was Monty.

He was saying something, you could tell, but the room was too dark to see his lips.

Monty offered his hand to you, and you reluctantly accepted it.

He led you out of the room and into the hallway where the fluorescent lights were blinding.

Monty kept taking you around corners and doors you didn’t even know existed.

What was he doing?

You stopped him, and gave him a puzzled look.

He smiled softly.

“Just trust me.” He said.

You huffed, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and just sleep away your sadness.

Monty lead you to a door at the end of the hallway, and opened it.

You gasped at the sight.

Christmas lights twinkled from the ceiling, along with pink and white ribbons and lace. Rose petals were sprinkled across the floor, and a round table was set up with a linen tablecloth, candles alight, a vase full of red roses, and two delicious plates of what looked like decedent chocolate cake.

You turned to ask Monty what this was all about, but the boy had disappeared. In his place, was Jasper.

You rolled your eyes, ready to head back to the bunk room.

Jasper softly grabbed your wrist, and his eyes were full of regret.

(Y/N)... please wait. I want to try and make things right. He signed.

You stood there, your arms folded across your chest, waiting for the apology to continue.

Once he realized you weren’t leaving, relief flooded across his face.

What I said was inconsiderate, and rude, and just... it was awful, and I’m so so sorry. I... I understand if you want to break up with me, but that would really suck, because you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’ve been there for me through everything, even when I’ve been an asshole. You’re so kind, and smart, and beautiful, and funny, and forgiving, and I love you so much and-

You took his hands, and pressed them down to his sides. Then, you took his face in your hands, and kissed him.

His hands immediately rested on your hips, and he pulled you close to him until there was no space in between you.

It wasn’t his apology, or the grand gesture of the room which you were standing in that moved you.

It was the fact that Jasper had told you he loved you for the first time.

You pulled away, tears trailing down your face.

His face fell, and this time he spoke.

“Oh... that was a goodbye kiss, wasn’t it? You’re breaking up with me... It’s okay. I- I understand.” He struggled to remain composed.

You shook your head quickly, a laugh escaping from your lips.

No, no, I’m not breaking up with you. Jasper, did... did you mean it? Your hands shook slightly as they signed.

He frowned in confusion.

“Mean what? That I’m sorry? Of course I did. I-.”

No, no. That you love me.

Jasper blushed, and looked at his feet, shuffling them about.

He look up back to you.

Yeah... I did. I do. I love you, (Y/N). He signed.

I love you too, Jasper. You signed back, a single tear trailing down your cheek. But it was a happy tear. Jasper smiled gently, and used the pad of his thumb to wipe it away.

Do you wanna sit? His head nodded in the direction of where the beautiful looking cakes sat untouched on the porcelain plates.

You nodded, and took his arm where he led you over and pulled out a padded chair for you to sit on.

Once you were situated, and took a few bites of your cake, you looked up to ask him a question.

How did you even do this? You asked after setting your fork down.

He grinned widely.

Maya knows a party planner. I also taught her some basic ASL. Hello, goodbye, thank you... oh, and I taught her how to say Jasper is awesome. But she doesn’t know that. She thinks it’s a compliment saying she likes your hair.

You laughed loudly, closing your eyes and tiling your head back.

Jasper gazed at you, smiling.

Yes, he was in love. And he was in love with the most incredible girl in the world.

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[thebrunetteweasley16]

The unbreakable vow (part 2)

Words: 1K+

Part one

No one knew what had happen with your relationship, but both you and Fred were a walking mess. You didn't bother to do your hair anymore, you got skinnier than ever before and dark circles under your eyes were the most prominent feature in your face now. Fred on the other hand was quiet all the time, with his head on the clouds and no one had heard anything about Weasley products since the beginning of the year. 

"I knew she would cause trouble, she's a Malfoy after all" 

Ron said, this was a common topic between the Weasleys, because they were really worried about Fred. And about you too.

"You can't really be that thick" 

Ginny lifted her eyes from the paper she was writing to give Ron a death stare

"what?" 

"There's obviously something wrong with this, I don't know what, but I'm going to figure it out" 

"I'm with Ginny" Hermione contributed "how is it possible that they lasted two years together in secret but they broke up the moment they make their relationship public?" 

Lee Jordan who was a good friend of the twins, overheard the conversation 

"can you drop it already? Fred needs go out there, date other people. I just set him up with a beautiful Ravenclaw girl, and he seems happy about it"

"No. I'm not dropping it" 

Ginny stormed off the common room, slamming the Fat lady's painting. 

Fred wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do. He was still in love with you, even after the horrible things you said, but Lee was right, he needed to move on. He met the Ravenclaw girl at the three broomsticks. She was cute, but she was not you. They talked for a while, but then you entered from the door. He felt wrong. Like he needed to hide because he was cheating on you, but he reminded himself that you had never loved him and he was moving on. He stared at you though. That was not the face of a girl who broke up with someone she didn't love. Your hunched shoulders, your lifeless eyes. It was not normal. 

When you looked up catching Fred's eyes and saw him with another girl you were about to have a panic attack. You left the place so fast that your friends didn't even notice. 

Fred excused himself and followed you to the place you two used to hide. Your secret place. He approached with caution because he heard you crying, and when he found you sitting on the floor, hugging your knees and holding an old sweater of him, his heart broke even more than two months ago when you broke up with him. 

"Hey"

He said, you jumped a little and looked at him. Panic started building up in you

"what are you doing here?"

You asked, drying your tears so he wouldn't notice them. He did anyway 

"what's wrong?" 

Fred stood there, debating himself to go and sit beside you, like he used to do last year

"it's none of your business" 

You spat, not letting yourself look into his eyes

"you came here, so you made it my business" 

"don't flatter yourself Weasley, I came here because it's quiet. Well, at least it was moments ago" 

"That doesn't explain my sweater" 

A sight escaped from your lips

"I don't have time for this" 

You stood up and tried to leave, but Fred blocked the exit 

"what do you think you're doing?" 

"I tried (y/n). I tried to stop thinking about you, to forget you, to move on, but I can't because I still have a lot of questions that you never answered!" 

A headache started on the back of your head, but you brushed it off as the stress of the situation 

"if I answer them do you promise you won't talk to me anymore?"

"I promise"

You sat on the floor, not sure if this talk was going to be your breaking point, but you reminded yourself that when this happened in the past months, you only had to remember that the entire Weasley family was in your hands

"fine"

Fred sat beside you, but not as close as he used to

"okay. What did I do wrong?"

You couldn't still look at him in the eyes, so you fixed your gaze at the ground

"I already told you. You didn't do anything wrong, I just never loved you"

"I don't believe you for a second"

"that is your problem, not mine"

"you know why I don't believe you? Because I know you. I have known you ever since you stood against your brother when he called Hermione a mudblood. Since you went that time at the burrow without your father's knowledge and everyone loved you. Since we went to the kitchens and you greeted Dobby like he was your friend, like an equal. Since you and Ginny started to be best friends and started using this same room to talk because Ginny understood this situation maybe even better than I did. And there is no day that passes by without me regretting putting so much pressure on you to reveal our relationship to the world"

You were left without words. You had practiced all summer what to say to Fred, but you never expected this kind of talk. Silence remainded in the room, until Fred broke it

"look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me and I promise I will leave you alone from now on"

You didn't need to look at him in the eyes to know you couldn't do that. You couldn't look at his green eyes that you loved and lie to him, but you tried anyway

"I... I don't-"

You started, but your words got stuck in your throat when you realised how close you were with Fred, the boy you loved. The boy you will always love. Fred could sense what was going on and he got closer and closer to you until your lips touched his.At first you wanted to pull away and run as fast as you could, but you didn't. You forgot about everything happening, your father, the unbreakable vow, your aunt Bella, everything. Instead of pulling away, you kissed him back with all the emotions you felt at the moment. Sadness, guilt, regret. The words I've missed you so much were implicitly told in the kiss from both of you. 

The kiss was passionate and you didn't miss the chance of positioning yourself on Fred's legs, like the old times. He grabbed your waist as if this was unreal to him and he wanted to make sure you were actually there.

"I love you"

You said, looking into his eyes

"I love you too"

He responded trying to catch his breath, but when you were about to kiss him again your headache was so painful you thought someone just hit you with a hammer

"(y/n)? What is it?"

"My head it hurts. It really hurts"

Fred acted quick. He grabbed you and carried you down the halls, heading towards Madam Pompfrey. You heard a voice talking to you, it wasn't Fred. It was Ginny

"(y/n) did you break the vow?"

You couldn't speak, so you just nodded

"Damn it! Why would you do that you idiot?!"

That voice was definitely Draco. You felt Fred dropping you slowly in a bed, and you could barely hear Madame Pompfrey

"what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know... I-"

Fred started but Draco interrupted him quickly

"she broke an unbreakable vow. You need to save her, please. She is my sister"

And that was the last thing you heard before it was all darkness.

All the Weasleys were there when you woke up, plus Hermione and Draco

"she's awake!"

Ginny yelled and ran to your side

"what happened? How am I alive?"

You asked

"madame Pompfrey thinks the third party at the vow didn't do the spell right"

Fred answered, and then proceeded to kiss your hand

"Oh God, I probably owe everyone an explanation"

You said, sitting on the bed

"not really" Ginny spoke "Draco explained everything to me before any of this happened" 

"she attacked me!" 

Draco complained and you chuckled a little, but then you realized how dangerous this situation was. Draco wasn't going to stay quiet.

"Draco, about our parents..."

"they won't hear a word about this, if they did I would be in trouble too for telling her about all this"

You smiled at your little brother as he left the room. You knew he wasn't doing this because he would be in trouble. You looked at Ginny

"I was so irresponsible, I'm so sorry. Imagine if I had really died, you would have to deal with my aunt Bellatrix and my father"

Ron shook his head

"we have Harry every year at our house, I hope you don't think mum and dad aren't ready for some death eaters"

You chuckled

"well, I think we need to go. I'm really glad this is over"

Said Hermione smiling genuinely at you

"yeah, I think you two have a lot to talk about"

Ginny winked at Fred and everyone left you two alone in the nursery. Fred sat beside you in the bed, holding your hand and forming circles with his thumb in it.

"I'm so sorry"

He said. Your eyebrow furrowed

"what for? It's me who needs to apologize"

"no. You wouldn't even be in this situation if I had been a good boyfriend and listened to you in the first place"

You squeezed his hand

"none of this is your fault. It was my decision in the yule ball, you didn't pressured me, and the good news is that we can see each other again in secret"

He smiled

"yeah about that. I have a surprise for you tomorrow".

 A portable swamp. A freaking portable swamp. When Fred told you he had a surprise for you, you never imagined him going against at least 90% of Hogwarts' rules. That obviously didn't mean you didn't like it. Umbridge's face was priceless and you were sure your boyfriend was going to scape punishment somehow, so you weren't worried about that

"Accio broom!"

You heard both twins yelling. The brooms came and Fred turned to look at you. He extended his hand and you and you took it, positioning yourself on the broom too. The three of you abandoned Hogwarts

"give her hell from us Peeves".

"Where are we going?"

You asked with the biggest smile you ever had on your face

"to our new store on Diagon Alley, you're going to love it

"Fred answered. You hugged him with more strength than required to not fall off the broom. You loved him and everything was going to be okay. Your life was starting at that moment. 

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Knives Against the Current Ch. 1

This is my first fanfic, so please be kind, but I always accept positive criticism. This will eventually be a Nick x Gatsby story, and I will include a warning before each chapter because some of the subjects might be triggering for some people. I do not own any of these characters, or the gif.

Warnings: mentions of past violence, drinking, cheating, some stalking at the very end, The Great Gatsby spoilers

Most of us are familiar with the story The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. We either read the book during high school, or chose to read it because it is considered to be a classic. The story follows Nick Carraway’s summer in New York. While he tries to deal with all of the drama that surrounds his cousin Daisy, and her cheating husband Tom, he meets Jay Gatsby. Gatsby is known for his lavish parties, but he also has a hidden love for Daisy. Eventually, all of the scandal catches up with these characters, and it leads to Gatsby’s demise. This tale is used to show the world that there is always someone watching, and that you can’t relive the past.

With every tale that is created, there are always multiple routes that the story could have taken. We know these as alternate universes. Some can lead to happy endings, while others take a more horrific twist. This story will shed light on the more sinister path that The Great Gatsby could have taken.

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Gatsby had been accused of many things, like being a German spy and killing a man. One of these statements was true, but it was far worse than anyone could have imagined.

There was a killer that had been terrorizing the United States. The murders were quick and random, but one thing was always the same. Placed on the corpse of each victim was a single daisy. No one knew who this person was, and they never stayed in one place for very long. This person, who would become known as The Daisy Killer, is currently residing in a large mansion in West Egg, New York.

Despite these brutal killings, there is one man who was still focusing on making a living in a time of crisis. His name was Nick Carraway. After a confusing mixup in his hometown, Nick decided to move to New York City to pursue a career selling bonds. He wanted to be a writer, but anything he tried to write seemed boring and flat.

As Nick arrived at his small house in West Egg, he felt like he was being watched. He looked up towards his neighbor’s home, and his gaze met a figure standing in the second story window. Nick couldn’t make out any defining features, and in a flash the figure disappeared behind a dark blue curtain.

Later on that afternoon, Nick was invited over to his cousin Daisy’s home in East Egg for dinner. Upon his arrival, Nick was greeted by Daisy’s husband, Tom. Tom was a very muscular man, and viewed himself as the alpha male. Nick had known Tom since they were in college, and he still acted the same way as he did then. Nick climbed the pearl colored steps of the Buchanan’s fancy home. When he reached the top, Tom wrapped his arm around Nick’s small frame.

“Isn’t it amazing,” Tom said as he gestured at the lush, green lawn.

“Yeah, it’s great,” Nick stated as Tom continued to assert his dominance. With that, the two men walked inside. Tom escorted Nick into the side parlor, where his cousin was waiting for him.

As he entered the room, he could see Daisy lying on the couch. It was evident that she had been drinking. There was also another woman that Nick had never seen before. She had short, black hair, and her chin was tipped up towards the ceiling.

“I’m paralyzed with happiness,” Daisy uttered as she draped her body on the back of the couch. A single blonde strand of hair had fallen into her face. She told Nick that the woman on the other end of the couch was Jordan Baker. Jordan gave a slight nod of acknowledgement to Nick.

“I’ve been to Chicago recently,” Nick said as he walked further into the small room.

“Do they miss me in Chicago,” Daisy replied in an excited voice.

“They never got over the fact that you left.”

Jordan got up from her seat on the couch and walked over to the window. “You live in West Egg, right,” Jordan asked as she looked over her shoulder at Nick.

“Yes, but I don’t know a single person there,” Nick responded. Jordan gave him a small smile, “Well, surely you must know Gatsby.”

That was the first time that Nick heard the name of his mysterious neighbor, and he was intrigued instantly. Daisy was interested too, but the announcement that dinner was ready interrupted their conversation. Nick was once again wedged under Tom’s arm as he was led outside.

The dinner conversation was filled with whispers of rumors about the butler and the book, “The Rise of the Colored Empires.” Tom insisted that the novel was scientific, but Nick took his words with a grain of salt. The butler that they had just been talking about emerged from inside the house, and whispered something to Tom. Tom rose quickly from his seat and headed inside.

“I’ll be back shortly,” Tom assured as he closed the double doors. He could be seen inside talking to someone on the phone. Daisy tossed her napkin on the table, and she too went inside. Nick and Jordan looked at each other. Nick decided that it would be rude to sit in silence, so he decided to start a conversation.

“This weather is lovely isn’t-,”

Jordan held a delicate hand up. “Sh! I want to hear what they’re saying.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Don’t you know? I thought everyone knew. Tom’s got some woman in New York.”

“A woman?”

Before Nick could fully comprehend what was going on, Daisy and Tom were back at the table. About five minutes later though, the phone was ringing again. Tom vanished inside, and Daisy got up and walked into the backyard. Nick followed her brisk pace as she rounded the corner of the house. Daisy placed her head into her hands.

“We don’t know each other very well, Nick,” Daisy said as she lifted her head back up. “You weren’t at my wedding.”

“I wasn’t back from the war.”

“That’s true, but I’ve had a terrible time. It’s made me quite cynical about things. Do you want to know what I said when my daughter was born?”

Nick nodded his head as a signal for Daisy to continue.

“Tom was God knows where, and I asked the nurse if it was a boy or a girl. She told me that it was a girl. I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl. I hope that she will be a fool-that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world. A beautiful fool.”

Nick could feel a heavy sting in his heart. He hated to see Daisy like this, even if he barely knew her. The two walked back into the house after that. Jordan was reading a magazine on the long, white couch.

“Well, it’s time for this good girl to go to bed,” Jordan said as she threw the magazine down with a light thud. “Goodnight, Mr. Carraway.”

Nick replied with a short goodnight. Daisy couldn’t help but smile. “You’ll be seeing more of her. Maybe I could arrange a wedding,” Daisy said as her smile grew even more.

Nick rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe, but I should be getting home.” He started for the door, but Daisy grabbed his arm.

“Wait! We heard you were engaged to a girl out West,” Daisy claimed as her eyes met with Nick’s.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not true. There was a very big mix up. Besides, I’m to poor,” Nick replied as he opened the door and walked out to his car.

As he drove home, he couldn’t tell if he was touched or disgusted by Daisy and Tom’s interest in his affairs. He whipped into the drive at his small West Egg estate. Nick stepped out of his car, and as he closed the door, he caught sight of his neighbor once again. Even in the pitch black darkness that surrounded the area, Nick knew that it was Gatsby.

He wanted to call out to him, but he stopped himself. Nick saw Gatsby standing at the edge of his dock. Gatsby’s arm was stretched out over the tar colored water. Upon further observation, Nick could see that he was reaching for a green light. He also noticed a slight flicker of moonlight that reflected off of a silver object in Gatsby’s other hand.

Nick unlocked his door, and turned back to see if Gatsby was still at the end of the dock . However, he had vanished. Nick was alone, or so he thought as he stepped into his abode.

What Nick didn’t notice was the tall figure that had watched him enter his home. The mystery person smiled, and they let out a light chuckle.

“I’ll be seeing you very soon, old sport.”

[ianite-simp]

From Way High Up - The Thoughts of Ianite

Ianite’s thoughts while writing the short book to Jordan, from S2. (Wanted to write some fluff, this story seemed to be the fluffiest thing I could make)

SPARKLEZ!

A burst of joy and relief filled her heart. Hours of work, gathering and plucking strands of her consciousness to form a connection had finally shown a result.

Her heart was overflowing, she was giddy in her happiness.

You wouldn't believe the things I've seen. Or maybe you would. What do I know?

She felt as though she could giggle. A goddess, giggling. Who could have thought it? She hadn’t giggled for what felt like a millennia. Maybe in other worlds, in other lives, she was giggling at that moment. 

Worlds upon worlds of wonder have embraced my many selves. I'm living a thousand lives at once.

Sights flashed before her eyes, sprawling cities, a young infant toddling along, sweetly chirping birds, roaring waterfalls.

And those are just the lives I'm aware of. For instance, in a place called Middle Earth I am reborn a beautiful elf queen. And under the ice shield of a moon called Europa I am a strand of plankton. And in a world we both know well, I'm a bunch of little girls who look just like me, and maybe other things too...

Her words seemed to fail her, as she struggled to say what she wanted. She had only a moment to speak to her champion, her man, her son, her everything.

Anyway, my umbrella consciousness has reformed for just a moment; my caretaker, in his mercy, has allowed me to show you these things.

Her resolve strengthened as the words she needed came to her in a rush.

But you definitely won't believe the most amazing thing I've seen. Lately I've been looking through a window... A window into bygone years. A man sits in front of a screen, speaking his soul to the world while playing a game. I think I know who he is!

A warmth filled her, recalling the moment she had recognized the man. The joy, pure joy she had felt in that moment. A joy she hadn’t felt since long before her quintessence was released.

I see this man forming friendships with those who also speak to the world. I know who they are too. They project themselves as tiny box figures into a world made of boxes. It's so much less detailed than the world where the man and his friends sit. I would not have known Ruxomar and its sister dimensions to be so childlike in appearance except by this contrast!

She had been confused and fascinated by this tiny world, the way in which her familiar home had been shrunken into the glowing screen. The sight of her brothers, small and weak in appearance had made her laugh when she first saw them.

The days go on as the friends play. The boxlike world is ruled by two gods. Of course I know who they are. The man is faced with a choice between the two. His life is riddled with choices! And like the stubborn idealist he is, he carves out a middle path. He'll take neither god. He'll have a goddess all to his own.

She paused, her heart swelling with a strange melancholy as she bit back the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

He created me.

A man named Jordan Maron created the goddess Ianite in a world beyond worlds. And Jordan Maron looks just like you. He is one of your countless alternate selves. He looks so much less boxy! I think that if I did not already know you and Spark so well, I would call him my favorite version.

It was the truth. The man she saw, he had a sense of... connectedness about him. It was as though he was Spark, Sparklez, and all other alternates while just being... him. The moment she saw him, it wasn’t like when she met her other champions. No, it was like meeting an old friend again.

Now I grasp the truth I have been seeking all my life. I have see what is above gods. It is ____________.

A surge of frustration filled her as the words seemed to dissolve as she wrote them. But she couldn't worry about that, she already felt the tug of the worlds around her, threatening to pull her form apart at any moment.

My umbrella consciousness won't hold much longer. Let me say a few choice words before the final goodbye between this version of you and this version of me. Thank you for choosing to create me. I believe that had the other you not made that choice in that far off world, none of my present selves would exist. In a strange sense, you are my god.

She could imagine her brothers' expressions had she told them that, the little nose wrinkle Mianite would do, the way Dianite would purse his lips. It was strange, she could see them in such clarity, yet she couldn't remember the last time she gave them a hug, the last time she spoke to them.

Thank you for believing in your creation enough to make it real. Thank you for continuing to love me and make choices for my wellbeing. I hope another you loves another me in another world soon.

Her thoughts wandered to another version of her champion, the familiar green glasses, the sweet smile he always had for her. The pain of realizing she would never be at his side again, be held in his arms again, it never quite faded. 

If Jordan looks out the window one of these days, he might be able to see me.

Not even creeping. Just fyi.

A smile tugged at her lips as she scribbled the words down, feeling her form starting to erode away.

[josiehvrt]

{ alissa violet, cisfemale, 21, she/her }  — you know who i love ?{ JOSEFINA HART  }, you know the { YOUTUBE PERSONALITY } they’re literally all over snapchat with their little family ! you know them from { HER MAKEUP TUTORIALS }, they’ve really made something of themselves around hollywood. didn’t you see on the news earlier, they { have } a baby with { VINCENT GIANCOLA }, how CUTE is that ?! 

the basics:

full name : josefina cristal hart nicknames : josie, jo, jojo age : twenty - one sexuality : bisexual children : jordan vincent, honor rose zodiac : leo sun, sagittarius rising, aquarius moon

the aesthetics : 

silk sheets,infectious smiles, strawberry lemonade, cherry lip gloss, dancing when there’s no music playing, the feeling of warm sand between your toes, lives for summer nights, youthful energy, wild heart that can’t be tamed, vivid dreams, bright eyes, never satisfied, ‘look at the moon’, sees the beauty in everything

the background

josie grew up in a small town on the coast of south carolina. she’s got an older brother and an older sister, both of whom she adores and looks up to.

as a child she was always getting into some kind of trouble. she didn’t like following rule or being held back from doing what she wanted. she wanted to explore the world and learn about it in whatever way she could. she was a bit of a tomboy when she was a kid. she was never afraid to pick up bugs or play in a mud puddle. she hated wearing dresses and skirts. her hair was always a mess. in the summers, her mother didn’t even bother trying to get a brush through it. her childhood was a dream, honestly. the world was her oyster and she was able to find a new adventure every day.

high school brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘wild child’. josie quickly gained popularity. she was a cheerleader, she dated the quaterback. if she wasn’t at a party, she was throwing one. by the time she was fifteen, she knew how to perfectly sneak out of her house and be back before her parents were up without anyone knowing she was even gone. 

when she was seventeen, she decided to start videoing her everyday life and uploaded it to youtube. she mostly did it to have a way to look back and keep memories alive, but the videos started to get tons of views and she had three million subscribers by the time she was eighteen.

the day after she graduated high school, she was on a plane to los angeles. she had saved up all the money she had made from ads for a year and was able to get a pretty nice apartment for herself. 

the move to la was a complete culture shock. she was alone, she had no real friends, she had never felt so small in her life. it took a while for her to come out of her shell, but she evenutally made friends with other influencers. her views and subscriber count continued to grow, and it wasn’t long before her name was pretty well knowns.

she met jordyn geller through some mutual friends, and it was like love at first sight. she knew that jordyn was meant to be in her life. their friendship developed so quickly and now, jordyn is one of the most important people in her life. 

jordyn later introduced josie to vincent giancola and josie immediately had the biggest crush on him. he was the first boy she’d had real feelings for in a long time. she mostly stuck to hooks ups and never going past a third date, but vinny was unlike anyone she had ever met before. he was sweet and compassionate and he made her feel beautiful inside and out.

it didn’t take long for them to start dating and they eventually had a little baby boy. they named him jordan vincent giancola, because without jordyn, they would have never met. it wasn’t too long after that josie found out she was pregnant again. she had honor rose giancola two months ago.

josie is so happy with where her life is at now and she wouldn’t change a single thing.

[jobubss]

Most of the time I spend my days trying to figure out ways to go un-noticed in this world. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not that hard. I usually have very little to say but when I do speak, it’s only for the things I feel has importance, or I feel hold so much depth nothing should not be said. I rarely speak my mind because I’ve spent my whole life trying to run away from Th light. I live in the dark, because I prefer silence without any outside noise or opinions. I’ve spent most of my life trying to figure out why I like being alone, I’ve spent most of my life judging myself before anyone else could. Sometimes I reach out hoping someone will grab my hand and tell me it’s okay to be seen by those who judge you because the only judgement that matters does not walk this earth the same that they do. I’ve spent most of days with my head down and people barely knowing my name, or even knowing I exist. I use to think it was there fault, because they never took a chance on me. I’ve come to conclusion that I’ve never taken the chance on myself and allowing people to know me who I really am. Some people may say I’m intimidating, because I never smile. My reasoning behind those words are, “ there’s no reason to smile so why do I have to” but there response is “you have a beautiful smile” ok 🥴 I see myself as less than anyone has ever told me I was. I’ve come to realize I’m more than just dark brown eyes and a soft smile. I’m more than just a quiet voice in the shadows deep beneath the crevices of my feet. Also I’m tired living a life where I’m called something I’m not, I’m not your boy, man, brother , nor am I of any part of the male species. I am a woman, sister, daughter, girlfriend, and I don’t want to be called anything other than such. People say it’s my fault because of the way I dress and carry myself, but if I allow people to walk This earth as they are and who they want to be why can’t people let me. I’m sorry your ignorance overrides your sight, and your lack of intelligence deceived you but please allow yourself to learn more than what you think you know. So Here’s a chance to know me I’m Jordan Branham Some people call me jordie, jordiebro, or Jojo whatever floats your boat. Also I’m in love with a girl who makes me think a little bit more about the world and never allows me stand alone even when I want to. I’m simple, but funny, and I swear I’ll make you laugh before I leave. The first time we meet I probably won’t talk as much because I’m observing my surroundings, I swear I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I’m scared of the dark, I hate reading books, but I love learning. I love learning from other people because I feel like actual experiences are much more entertaining, I write poetry. I used to write poetry about love I’ve never experienced, but now I write about people I’ve experienced and love I’m experiencing. I like adventure but it might like seem like it because I’m always at home but you see I’m a black woman in America just trying to chase a dream in a white mans world so you can see how that would denture me. I like girls but I’m not into labels, I have girlfriend who sweet and caring and likes crumbs where she sleeps. I’m family oriented, I care so deeply about what they think that I’ll do what makes them happy before I even ask myself “ what about me” I love my friends they are very much like family, sometimes they feel more like family than my own because they allow me to speak freely without any real context besides “ i understand” “ I’m here for you, regardless of where you stand” So there’s a little about little old me! I’m just me and that’s all I want to be so I’m sorry for not letting anyone in on that little secrets