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Who should I write about?

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Hey...personal imagines anyone?

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I am afraid of a lot of things, but the thing I am most afraid of is the unknown. I don't know his thoughts about me, so I spend hours contemplating his every word spoken to me. I wonder when he will fall out of love with me. I wonder if he will ever think about me when he leaves. I wonder if I will find a job after falling into debt to get this degree. I wonder if I will do well in the job. I wonder if people think I am pretty, I wonder if I look okay. I wonder about a lot of things. I wonder how I will die, when I will die, what day of the week it will be, and who I will be with. I am unable to think in the present because I am so scared of the future.

I am scared of things that I don’t know about yet. 

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Does anyone want a personal imagine with anyone?

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Fuck Boy (Skate Maloley)

Synopsis: After getting invited to Skate’s bedroom, things get a little intense, and you don’t mind. 

“Who’s this?” His dark eyes glaze over your body, stopping just at the right spots before meeting your gaze with his own. 

“This is, Y/N.” Derek Luh answers his question, “Y/N, this is Skate.” The boy was covered in tattoos and smelt highly of alcohol and weed. He had a sense of danger that sent your mind into overdrive. 

You smile at Skate, “nice to meet you,” his gaze meets yours once more and a coy smile appears on his lips. 

“I know, right,” he chuckles, all while checking out your figure, “you should come with me.” He gestures with his head to the bedroom upstairs. Your eyes walk up every step as you contemplate your decision. 

You shrug, “sure,” his arm extends and his hand finds yours, the pair of you climb the stairs leaving Derek Luh at the bottom questioning what had just happened. You enter his bedroom, it was messy, but it looked like the kind of mess that was organised. There were polaroids of girls hung up on his wall, it looked like there was enough for a new girl every day of the year. 

“Another notch on your bed post?” You question at the girls on his wall. 

He shrugs, “maybe one or two,” he was lying, he had slept with every single one of them. They were pretty girls, ranging from all different sizes and ethnicities. He really didn’t have a ‘type’ per say. 

You sigh, fingers drawing over the books on his self, it looked like they were all of the required readings he had to do in high-school as well as a few comic books and music books, “you like to snoop,” he comments, coming up behind you his arms find your waste and his lips find your shoulder. He was highly intoxicated and you were just under the limit. 

“Maybe once or twice,” you breathe, countering his observation, his lips go to work on your neck sucking and nibbling, leaving goosebumps all of your body. His hands travel up to your breasts and he squeezes them in his hand before turning you around and pressing you up against the bookshelf. 

“I think that’s enough small talk,” he whispers against your lips, slowly and surely pressing a kiss to your plump bottom lip. Your fingers tangle in his long hair as you taste the last joint he smoked twenty minutes before the encounter. 

His hands travel to your ass and he squeezes it in the same way that he squeezed your breasts just before, he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist, making his way over to his bed with you in his grasp. 

Within a few moments, your clothes were off and on the floor and you were dressed only in your pretty little lingerie. As he kisses you, you feel him reach for his camera on the table beside his bed. 

“What are you doing?” You whisper, wondering how you were okay with this situation but something about it felt so good. 

He chuckles, snaps a picture and smiles at you, “just another notch on my bedpost,” before pressing his body into yours again to escalate the situation. 

This makes Nate look so bad, but I’m kind of digging it tbh. If you want a pt. 2 lemme know! - Bri x

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Empty Promises: Jack & Jack Imagine.

Synopsis: You break up with Jack Johnson and when it finally sinks in that he is never coming back Gilinsky turns up to offer you some comfort...but is it the right kind or the right time? 

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore,” his dark eyelashes blink over his deep blue eyes. He was trying to blink away any sign of weakness or hurt, anything that made him look human. Your breath catches in your throat, and you swallow hard. The familiar lump you had felt the past few weeks was more prominent than ever. 

“Don’t cry,” You coax yourself in your mind before speaking, “don’t be sorry, I understand.” You nod, smiling through your sadness. Inside it felt like your whole body was trying to suffocate itself, you were shaking all the way to perfectly manicured nails. 

Jack Johnson, your boyfriend of two years nods, “thank you,” and with one last kiss to the forehead he disappeared. Just like that. Two years of wasted time, two years of wasted dreams.

You couldn’t resent Jack, it was just as much your fault that he fell out of love with you. 

That evening, you sigh, dropping onto your IKEA bed, the same one that came in a flat pack and caused a ten hour argument between you and Jack about how to put it together. There was still a chip on the headboard from you dropping it down the stairs of your house. You remember hating him for hours, but forgiving him instantly when he made you your favourite hot drink and gave you a forehead kiss. 

A small smile appears on your parched lips and the tears don’t hurt so much. The fights were so irrelevant back then. Your finger runs over the chip on your headboard and a sigh escapes your lips as the realisation that he is never coming back kicks in. 

“You okay?” A person appears at the doorway of your bedroom, dressed in grey sweatpants and a black v-neck, smelling freshly of clean laundry, Bulgari cologne, and spearmint toothpaste. Jack Gilinsky. 

You nod pressing the off button on your phone, “yeah, I just think my head has been in the wrong place for quite awhile and my relationships have suffered too much.” You sigh, “what are you doing here?” 

“I live here.” He reminds you with a chuckle, shutting the door behind him afore crawling onto your bed beside you, “roommates remember? I hear you and J bang every night.” 

“Well,” you sigh, “you won’t have to worry about that anymore.” 

Jack’s face softens, his arm extends and he swipes away your tears with his thumb, “I’m sorry.” He cups your cheek and you lean into it, his palm was so soft. His thumb brushes your bottom lip and your lips part pressing a kiss to it. He traces your lips, staring into your gaze, “for what it’s worth, I know your heart was in the right place,” he attempts to make you feel better. 

You laugh, more tears escaping your eyes, “Maybe I should have dated you instead, you seem to understand me,” you jokingly state, but Jack’s face turns serious and a blush of pink, his hand drops and he pushes himself away from you, “sorry I know that was a bad jo-” 

“No, no,” he cuts you off, “I just uh-it’s a bit surreal to hear you say that right about now.” 

“What?” You emphasise, “you wanted to...?” You trail off. 

“Kind of.” Jack shrugs, your breath catches in your throat for the second time today and soon, you don’t feel so alone anymore. You lean forward, one hand pushing his hair back as you place your face closer to his. 

“I can’t promise you anything,” you begin, his hands place on your hips and he draws your body closer to his. 

“I’m all for empty promises,” he begins afore placing his plump lips upon yours, your lips immediately part and you tilt your head to the right sinking into the thoughtless encounter that made you feel so loved even while you were sober. 

You were interrupted by a text. 

“I think I made a mistake - J” 

LET ME KNOW IF YOU’D LIKE A PART 2! I’d love to start writing back on this blog now that I have more time! Please send me in requests! 

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Really Want To Get Back Into This.

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Just because you change a name doesn’t make it yours. 

Thanks for the views. 

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Don’t you love it when boys hold your face with their large hands oh my god

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I hate how I’ve become so attached to you. I’m not this person. I don’t sit around waiting for a text or a response. I don’t stare at my phone every 5 minutes just to see if you have messaged me or whether or not you’re active on social media. I don’t look at old pictures and try to relive old memories in my head. I don’t get sad if we don’t talk for a day or more. This isn’t me, but lately that’s who I’ve been. I hate this. I hate how I’ve made so important in my life.

-I hate how I’ve given you the ability to destroy me.

-m.t.t.

(via mysilentconfessionstoyou)

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Requests?

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Don’t get me wrong now… but my life was fine before I met you and I’m sure it’ll be fine after you leave. However… I don’t want fine, normal, or ordinary. I want you… and maybe sometimes that means mayhem, tears, or heartbreak… but I don’t care. I’d take it all… because along the way… you gave my life color and it wasn’t just fine anymore… it was beyond extraordinary… you gave me the ride of my life.

-I fine with fine, but I don’t want fine. I want you.

-m.t.t.

(via mysilentconfessionstoyou)

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Boyfriend is away for 2 weeks. Summer starts in 3 days. I need things to distract me!

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The ‘Bromance’ Part 1.

Here’s a little story of my life, it gets quite juicy. Names have been changed to protect identities. If you’d like a part 2 please request <3 - B

This part is probably the least exciting part, but it gets more exciting as it proceeds :D 

My boyfriend Shane* and I have been dating for nearly a year and up until a few weeks ago, I couldn’t be happier with our relationship. Within a few weeks of us dating he quickly became my best friend and I his. Of course, we had our problems. Shane is in the military and often goes away for up to a month at a time, but I have always powered through these times and things were always wonderful when he arrived home. 

I would like to pinpoint the start of our problems to approximately a month ago, the week of my birthday. Shane doesn’t have many friends here where he is stationed, he has always found it hard to fit in here. However, he met someone. A boy someone, named Greg*. I was excited when I found out he had made a friend, finally someone who could be there for him when I couldn’t be. Someone who understood what he was going through. They quickly became best friends and when this occurred Shane quickly started making excuses to not see me. I knew it was because of his new friend, but I decided to let go a little bit. I decided that it wasn’t absurd for my boyfriend to want to hang out with someone other than me. However, the aching feeling of being in the backseat of his life did get to me quickly. 

On the night of my 19th birthday, I was so excited. Shane and I made plans to go out to dinner and spend the night together. I hadn’t seen him all week, it was the longest I hadn’t seen him since our relationship began (aside from his time away with work). I admittedly, was a bit upset that I didn’t see him more for my birthday week. I decided that I wouldn’t make an issue of it and swallowed the feelings. As the night progressed, my birthday dinner was tainted with conversation of Greg and how much fun they had been having together. Greg too, had a girlfriend, who lived in a different state. She ‘liked to argue with him’ and ‘gave him a hard time’. Greg disliked girlfriends and thought of them to be annoying and hard work. Therefore, Greg never visited his girlfriend. 

I tried my best to nod along and not show that I was completely disagreeing with everything he was saying, but it was hard. I was triggered to react when Shane mentioned that he would like to spend a few nights a week on base over Christmas so he could spend time with ‘his friend’. I reacted poorly. The words, “oh my god, this fucking friend...” slipped out of my mouth and Shane gazed at me, shocked. 

“What do you not want me to be friends with him? He has no one. He doesn’t even have a car. He’s there by himself” He argued. It was too late. The evening was ruined. My birthday dinner was ruined. 

“No, no, of course not. That’s not what I want at all. I just feel like putting your friendship with him before you and I. I’m sorry” I was always a sucker for apologising, I apologised too quickly. We finished our meals and Shane left the table without me, walking out of the restaurant without me. As we walked towards the car, tears entered my eyes and Shane noticed. He hugged me, and cried too, telling me he has failed as a boyfriend because he made me cry on my birthday. However, we forgave each other and I thought the issue wouldn’t come up again. 

Oh how I was wrong. 

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We’re too similar you know But maybe it’s the indifference that separate us.

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