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I was desperate, sorry. You showed me you cared and I got attached. You didn't want what I wanted, a harsh truth. I slipped and fell down into the pit of rejection. I hurt so bad but was used to this routine. You changed the pattern and showed me the ladder to the friend zone. Where I climbed desperately. Now I sit here, so distant but so close. Constantly throwing me pieces to build a bridge back. Little by little I try, every day to see. If there will ever be enough pieces to finish the bridge to your heart. But I dangle here, on the unfinished bridge. Over the pit of rejection and anchored in the friend zone.

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"Don't you realize how difficult it is to grasp the fact that you loose friends faster then you can make them..?" Her words bounced off the walls, unlocking a door to a life of hell on earth. Almost immediately her skin turned a shade of white not seen before. Here eyes unfocused and stared at the wall blankly. The sofa she sat in seemed to swallow her frail frame. There was no need for a response. The room became cold, as if someone had left the door open. I got up and left her there in the tundra of her own sadness. At this point there wasn't much that I could say to make her feel any better. She lost what she treasured most. Haha here is some sad trash for you :):

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Mine to Hold, chapter 4

Chapter 4 Plans and passion.

The pages of the notebook were flipped open, a section in the back laid bare to be seen. Emilia leaned forward, hungry eyes roaming the sketches. “Oh,” she breathed. “You’re – Harry, these are so beautiful.” She was afraid to touch the work in fear of smudging the lines. “You drew these!? They’re – It’s like looking into a mirror…”

He was pleased with her reaction, and his face was a blushing mess. “I uh, it’s not much really but you’re sort of like my muse.” Harry said lowly. He watched as she devoured the images with her eyes, and felt oddly proud of how impressed she was.

Emilia turned to look at him with parted lips. His muse? “You think I’m lovely enough to be an inspiration?” To say that she was flustered would be an understatement. Harry felt this strongly about her? Turning in her seat, Emilia stared at him with curious, doe-wide eyes.

“I think you’re more than lovely.” He admitted. “You’re absolutely beautiful inside and out. I’m blessed to have you as a muse.” It was true. He felt more and more blessed by the minute. Hearing her talk and having her close was heightening feelings. He pressed a careful kiss to the back of her hand. “You’re already my everything.”

The blush on her cheeks was a red so dark that it resembled a purple. “Harry,” Emilia giggled. God, she /giggled/ like a girl from a movie. How ridiculous. Harry was turning her into a giddy, flustered thing. Tugging on her bottom lip, the girl looked at him with shy eyes. “Maybe I could model for you one day? Like Kate Winslet in Titanic; Paint me like one of your French girls and all.”

Her giggle melted him into a puddle. It took everything he had not to pull her into his arms and kiss her deeply. “Whenever you want, I’m free.” Harry said excitedly. “I have an entire art studio at my house with everything we would need.” He rambled on before blushing lightly. “Sorry, I’m just a bit… Excited.”

“We could, um, on the weekend?” It would have to be a secret meeting. Nobody could know that the two of them were interacting outside of a classroom setting. Harry would lose his job if that happened and Emilia would never forgive herself. “That way you don’t have class and I can take a break from my studies to do something relaxing and fun.” Plus she could spend the entire day with Harry; Such a thing excited her. “If that’s okay…?”

Harry’s heart was pounding with excitement at the thought of an entire day with her, as close as she allowed him to get. “That’s perfect. Saturday maybe? We can pizza or whatever you want.” He wanted to do whatever he could to please her, to make her as happy as he could.

“Saturday sounds lovely.” Emilia’s nod was quick, eyes bright and excited as she leaned forward without realizing it. “Please don’t spend your money on me. I don’t mind cooking something.” Living on her own for the most part had taught her vital skulls in the kitchen. Preparing a meal for Harry, with Harry, would be a lot of fun – and it would be a chance to show off a bit.

Harrys heart couldn’t take it, he really couldn’t. “Don’t worry about money angel, I have plenty. But cooking sounds lovely. I’m shit at it though, I must warn you.” He chuckles looking at her fondly. He imagined standing behind her with his head in her shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist, pressing a kiss on her neck.

Though most people would have been turned off by somebody who couldn’t cook, Emilia found such a thing all the more desirable. That meant that she could cook Harry meals all the time. The image of her, bandana in her hair to keep it off of her face while she cradled a basket of their laundry under one arm and used the other to pick up a tasting spoon, flashed through her mind. Pleasant tingles trickled down her spine. “What do you like to eat?”

“Anything you feel like making. I’m make sure the kitchen is stocked for you.” He was happy just to have her near him, and the thought of her cooking for him made him want to explode. His girl was beautiful, smart and talented. He felt a permanent warmth in his stomach while she was near him. “I’m sure you’re a very good cook.” He winked at her playfully.

Placing both of her hands on Harry’s knees, Emilia leaned forward with a grin. The more she thought about what she was going to do, the more excited she got. “Do you like Chinese food?�� The question was playfully low. “Or shall I opt for Italian instead? Either one is perfectly delicious. I’ll even make dessert if you would like.” As long as it ended up with Harry full and satisfied, she would malke him anything his heart desired.

Hell, Harry wanted her for desert. And breakfast, lunch and dinner. But he didn’t want to freak her out with his less than holy thoughts so he just nodded. “Italian sounds amazing. And desert sounds even better.” He smirked lightly, his hands reaching to take Emilia’s in his.

The difference in size between the hands had hee heart melting and pooling warmly in the pit of her stomach. They were so lovely, his fingers especially. Long, perfect, slender. Her thighs clenched together on their own accord while her breaking went a bit off rhythm. “What – what time should I come over?” Emilia brought Harry’s hand back up to cup her cheek, enjoying the warmth of it being there.

She was so small compared to him. Like a little doll. He wanted to scoop her up and hold her on his lap. He couldn’t do that now while they were in a classroom but the first chance he saw he comfortable enough with him he would definitely be going for it. When she lifted his hand to cup her cheek he felt happiness, happy that she was accepting him and found his touch comforting. “Come over any time you’d like. You’re welcome to come by for lunch or breakfast, if you’d like. I’m not sure how long you’d like to stay but I want to spend time with you.” He said honestly.

“We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on, huh?” Not that she minded one bit. Harry was breathtakingly beautiful. She could spend hours studying his face and still find something new to adore. Emilia sighed a breath of relief. No longer did she feel alone and broken. Harry was here to keep her safe and all of her pieces were sure to stay glued together if she put them in his hands. “I don’t know why but I trust you…”

“Yeah we will… But we’ll have so much fun, and I’ll take care of you always. I promise. I won’t leave you, ever.” Harry promises, looking intensely in her eyes. He meant every word of it. He needed her, he wanted her and he wasn’t willing to let her go.

Hearing him say that crushed any horrible doubt still lingering in the back of her mind. Harry wasn’t like her father; he wasn’t going to abandon her. Emilia didn’t think he could do such a thing. Another kiss was pressed against his wrist before she eased his hand down. “I should go.” It was getting rather late. Dinner needed to be prepared for her mother. “I can give you my cellphone number?” The girl stood up, digging though her things to pull out a piece of paper – which she wrote her number on and gave to Harry.

Harry grasped the paper in his hand, standing up as well and walking her to the door. He didn’t want to let her leave but he knew he had to. And besides, he would see her the entire day this weekend! “I can’t wait for Saturday.” He smiled at her, his hand resting in her shoulder. He couldn’t stop touching her, it almost was as if it hurt not to.

While leaving was theast thing Emilia wanted to do, she knew she couldn’t avoid her responsibilities any longer. The sooner they were done, the sooner she could study – and hopefully text Harry. Or call him. Before the door to the room was opened and she was ushered out, Emmy turned and gave Harry a small smile. “It’ll be a lot of fun. I look forward to being your model.” With that, she rose up on to her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to one of his cheeks. Those tingles were back, radiating weakly from her toes all the way to the roots of her hair.

The kiss she left on his cheek was felt all throughout the rest of the day. He felt like his skin was burning, but in the best way possible. Even after he showered and woke up the next morning after a good night of sleep, he could still feel her touches. The next day he was restless again. He could almost feel her presence in the building and was antsy until the bell ran, signaling it was time for last period.

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this is my life

my biggest insecurity is that i cant cartwheel. what do i do when im full with glee? just fuckin stand there, it haunts me everyday

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idk what I was thinking

Crowley: [ can't find real Sam in a room full of shifters ]

Crowley: this calls for desperate measures

Crowley: [ cupping hands around mouth ] MOOSE!

Real Sam: [ is the only one who responds to the word ]

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me in rehab: hello, my name is Hanna and I am addicted to Nutella and graham crackers

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i used to think that 69 was inappropriate because it sounded like 'sexy time'

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could i please have a really cute fluffy Gally Imagine please? The reader wears glasses and has anxiety or something and she comes out of the box but she's really scared and gally calms her down from it and later on in the night shes at the fire and her glasses steam up and that makes gally laugh and they end up staying up late talking but then the girl shivers so gally gives her his shirt and they fall asleep there.if you do the imagines with names my name is Lauren but everyone calls me lolli.

Anonymous (Lauren) : could i please have a really cute fluffy Gally Imagine please? The reader wears glasses and has anxiety or something and she comes out of the box but she's really scared and gally calms her down from it and later on in the night shes at the fire and her glasses steam up and that makes gally laugh and they end up staying up late talking but then the girl shivers so gally gives her his shirt and they fall asleep there.

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The familiar noise sounded on a gloomy morning, winter was coming. The Gladers seem to groan as they walked over to the rising box. Little did they know that the person inside, was not who they were expecting. Gally made is way to the front of the group, getting ready to jump down into the box and pull up the confused boy like he always did.

Inside, a young woman sat curled up in the corner breathing heavily. She was on the thinner side, had glasses, and a little anxiety. Not knowing was her biggest fear, and at that moment, she knew nothing.  Her heart was beating a million miles per minute. The scariest part was that she didn't know her own name. The box rattled and shock until it came to an abrupt stop, throwing the girl off balance.

Voices, she heard people. Standing, she looked up to the ceiling that was opening slowly with a loud screech. There was no blinding sun, just cloudy skies. The voices stopped all at once and her attention was turned to the dozens of boys staring down at her. They looked scared, her heart rate quickened. Something must be wrong. A tall lean boy jumped down next to her, making her yelp in fear.

"Welcome to the Glade." A slight smile warmed the space around her, quieting all her fears and concerns. "I'm Gally." He offered a hand to her and the two of them climbed out of the box. Other boys jumped in after them and began to pull out the other boxes that were in with her. 

The girl spent most of the morning with this boy Chuck. He showed her all around the small 'town' and introduced her to some other 'Gladers'. All throughout the morning she kept looking for Gally, the tall boy who made her feel better by just smiling. She constantly took off her glasses and clean them on her shirt out of habit, its what she did when she was nervous.

“…And tonight there’ll be a big bonfire!” Chuck gleamed with excitement. That night the girl sat with Chuck and a boy named Newt.

“So have you remembered your name?” His accent was strong, but his smile was soft. The girl didn’t hear him, she was staring at Gally across the bonfire. “Excuse me..?” His hand reached out and touched your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance.

“Oh what!?! My name…? hmm… no.” The thought hadn’t crossed her mind for a while, now she was beginning to worry. Was she supposed to know her name by now? Is she ever going to remember her name? Did she even have a name to remember?

“Its okay. It takes a few hours, sometimes a day.” These small words from Chuck calmed her, and her gaze rose to the boy across the fire. “You want to talk to him..?” His voice was softer now, almost a whisper. 

“You sure have taking a liking to that one.” Newt scooted closer to her and elbowed her playfully. Something about the way these boys were talking didn’t make her nervous. She should’ve rejected their assumption and made up excuses for staring down Gally.

“I do want to talk to him…” Her voice was uncertain, but her gaze never left the lean boy.

“Alright then what are you bloody waiting for?!?” Newt stood and brushed off his pants. She stood also, following Newt around the fire. She began to panic, what was she going to say? What if he thinks she’s weird? Will he talk to her? Will she mess up and ruin this forever? She cleaned her glasses. All the while she continued to walk next to Newt, realizing he had a limp. She didn’t see Gally stand or move over to them, but he did.

“Hey.” His voice rattled the girl from her troubles and she fell numb. Newt glanced to her and immediately stepped in.

“I heard it was warmer on this side of the fire. She’s cold.” This, was true. Mentally the girl wanted to hug the crap out of the British boy for saving her butt.

“Uh, yea it is. Come with me.” Gally grabbed her hand and sat her on a log. “I’ll be right back.” He walked away and the girl gave ‘thank you so much you saved my butt’ look to Newt as he returned to Chuck. “Sorry there are no more blankets.” The voice and the body returned. He sat next to the girl and put an arm around her. “We can share body heat.” This was blowing the girls mind away. He was so simple and smooth and.. warm. She scooted inwards and leaned into his heat. It was noticeably warmer on this side of the fire, her cold glasses began to fog up.

“Oh shoot!” She squirmed away from the warm boy and took them off to remove the fog.

“Whats wrong?” Gally’s voice called out in concern.

“My glasses fogged up..” She replied weak. A low chuckle came from the boy next to her.

“Here let me help you.”  He pulled the girl back into his warmth and took her glasses from her hand. Wiping them on a cloth he pulled out of his pocket. She waited and watched. Once he was done she put them on again and they were clear.

“Thank you. Hey, how long did it take you to remember your name?” Gally began to talk like he’s told the story many times, his voice steady and his words clear. The girl closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder. 

“Oh look your glasses fogged up again.” He took them and wiped them off, laughing again. The girl opened her eyes to see the world in blur. 

Lauren.

It suddenly just clicked. “My name is Lauren..” She said softly. Gally slid her glasses back on and when she looked at him we was smiling.

“Thats a perfect name.” He stood and clapped his hands a couple times, getting the attention of others. “This girl, is named Lauren!” The crowd cheered and Gally sat back down next to Lauren. putting his arm around hers. The bonfire died down and the boys departed to their sleeping places. Lauren stayed wrapped in Gally’s arms by the slowly dying fire.

Lauren shivered and exhaled to see her breath in the air. “Aw shuck your cold.” He pulled away from her and began to lift the hem of his shirt over his head. Lauren stood in awe. He was so lean and muscular. “Put this on.” She didn’t hesitate and pulled the fabric over her head. It was warm and smelled like potting soil. Eventually they moved to the ground to lean on the log. He still had his arm around her and they talked about silly things like what they wish they could remember firm their old lives. Newt walked by with a bucket of water.

“Sorry shuck face but I’m going to kill the glow.” He smirked at Gally and dumped out the water onto the glowing embers. The hissing sound was almost comforting and she gave Newt another ‘thank  you so shucking much for this i will pay you back later’ look. Gally groaned at Newt and pulled Lauren in closer. Even through the two layers of clothing she could feel his muscles pulse against her body. He rested his head next to hers and whispered in her ear.

“You’re beautiful.”

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Well hot damn that took way to long. Merry Christmas I hope you love it!!

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12 Days of Christmas- Catching Fire Style

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The 12 Days: Hunger Games style.

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Do you realize how insane it is when your watching an old disney movie and you realize that FUCKING DYLAN SPRAYBERRY IS A CHARACTER AND YOU DIDNT REALISE THAT TILL 3 SECONDS AGO WHEN HE POPPED UP SHIRLESS?!?!?!

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Warning: Spontaneously sexual?

Your putting your things into your bag, bending down to get your books. Going to school early was not something you enjoyed. Especially when it was just to study for finals with that girl you don't like. Suddenly, your left ass cheek is grabbed. You yelp and stand up straight, a large hand still cups you. Another hand covers your mouth firmly. You push the back of your head against the strangers chest your eyes widen. The smell. You knew it was him. Your brother was off school, he finished finals before you, and had his friends over. One in particular smelled like manly mint? You knew him well, he was like another brother to you. This, was a whole lot different then he usually was. You squeeze your eyes shut as a low chuckle blows against you ear. His hand loosens on your butt and raises to the waistband of your jeans. You shutter as the cold fingers slide under the fabric and toy at your underwear line. You fight him slightly and he decided against it. He brushes his long fingers under your pants and down your ass. A small tingle fills the pit of your stomach. He pushes the thin lace into your folds. "Ffffffuuuuck." You moan into his hand out of habit and two fingers fall into your mouth. You lick them slowly. Now wanting to play with him too. Sucking on them, trying to be sexual the way he was being to you. His fingers traced circles in your sweet spot. A wetness pooling in your panties. You grind into his crotch and earn a throaty moan. This was way to far but the both of you were so turned on you couldn't help it. You tilt you head and almost immediately his cool lips latched onto you neck. His cool lip ring sent chills up your spine. You were under his complete control. "Oh god." That was it. You were going to cum. It was almost embarrassing how little was needed to push you over the edge. "Oohhh no no." His hand slid out of your pants and his fingers pulled out of your mouth. A small whimper escaped your lips at the list of contact but you knew what he was doing. You took a few steps forward, turned around and smiled. "You are going to finish what you started.." You bent to pick up your bag and glanced at the growing bulge forming in his pants. He looked down, looking back up at you. "And so will you."

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Dylan being sassy, Thomas laughing with his cuteness and Will was like “HAHAHAA”

HOT DAMNN

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Me: Someone told me you sound like an owl.

Person: Who?

Me: ... •~•

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little jaden looks so pleased with himself