#YES I MADE 6 GIFS FOR ONE DANCE RELAY

[jimblejamblewritings]

sweet & sour | part 6.

Summary: Y/N L/N. Ex-member of the girl group Lemonade. Ilvermorny was great until everything fell apart between her and her group members. Needing a break, she decides to transfer to Hogwarts.

Warnings: none

Pairing: george wealsey x black!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N I: so many off canon things, so many

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The Halloween Ball was a nightmare for four people in particular. You and Draco realized that you had absolutely nothing in common. By the fourth dance and the third round of punch, you both agreed to go your separate ways and fly solo for the rest of the evening. Cedric was the third person having the worst time ever. Halfway through the dance, Cho broke up with him. He liked being public while she didn’t. George was the last to have a rotten dance. Before he could go find you as he saw you and Malfoy separate, you ran after Cedric once you noticed his slumping shoulders.

Of course, the tall redhead didn’t complain after it got around that Diggory just got dumped. If anything he was more annoyed at Cho who should’ve chosen yesterday or tomorrow to call things off, not now when he was about to ask you to dance. The only thing that made it better was when you sat down next to him for breakfast the next morning.

“Okay, so, it’s a bit away but back home we celebrate Thanksgiving after Halloween.”

“Another holiday, is Christmas not enough?” Lee asked.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’. “Everyone knows you gotta have Thanksgiving and then Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever the last holiday of your choosing is that year. Anyway, Mom and I usually do something but we don’t have fall break so I was thinking what if we do Friendsgiving!”

“Friendsgiving?”

“Thanksgiving but with friends instead of family.”

The Gryffindors agreed to your made up holiday being hosted on the day of a real holiday. You squirmed in your seat with excitement. They listened to you go on about how you never planned a party before only showed up and performed at them. They weren’t sure if that made them nervous or excited about what to expect that night. You started going on about what fall treats people liked when a boy from your House walked up to the table.

“Hey, LC!”

You turned your head like an automatic response. The boy stopped right in front of you.  

“(Y/N).” George suddenly interrupted.

“What?”

Even you looked at him but he didn’t take his eyes off of the student standing at the Gryffindor table.

“You want something from her then you address her properly. Her first name is (Y/N), call her such.”

There was an edge to his voice. It was strange for his friends to hear something that wasn’t a jovial tone come from George. If he was ever mad, usually he sulked. Fred was the loud one. You placed a hand on his shoulder to try and take the edge off of whatever tension just built in the small space around you all.

“What did you want?” You asked the boy.

“Can guys join cheer? Me and my mates w—”

“Yes!” You made him stumble back with how excited you were. “Yes! Absolutely yes, I mean probably not until next semester because the rest of the squad has to approve new additions and you need to learn everything but yes. I have been waiting for boys to join, do you know how much easier stunting is when your base is like a good eight inches taller than you?”

“It’s a breeze?”

“A breeze!”

The boy just nodded and went back to the Hufflepuff table to relay the good news and also eat his own breakfast. You turned back to George.

“What was that about? You and my name.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know what it’s like to be in the spotlight but I know what being overlooked feels like. You’ve been overlooked for LC for years haven’t you?”

That response shook you a bit. You were expecting something teasing from him but it was sincere. George was always compared to Fred and while LC was technically still you, LC was like a twin of sorts. A famous twin that put (Y/N) in the background. You managed to nod at his question.

“When was the last time it was the other way around?”

“Second year, second semester before we blew up worldwide.”

“That’s a long time to not be yourself,” George said.

“Yeah it is,” you muttered.

George’s words made you think for a long time. But he still wasn’t completely correct. While there were parts of you that had been crafted by Ilvermorny’s dual track, LC was still you. Part of that life you wanted back. In a tired daze, you grabbed your phone at two in the morning and made a little post on Wizgram. You hadn’t checked your phone after posting your video in the morning. Your entire getting ready routine was done in silence. Not a single noise really reached your ears until you entered the Great Hall. Cedric waited for you to drop into your seat before saying anything.

“Are you for real? Open rehearsal?”

He held up his phone that was showing your latest Wizgram post. You wanted to get back on stage and perform, make at least one last song. It would never be the same as being in Lemonade but that might be a good thing? You wouldn’t know until you went for it.  

“I want to go back out there, I think. I won’t know until I do but I get scared every time. Maybe just having people watch when it’s not real will help. I like singing around George and I wasn’t even able to do that a few months ago.”

“You’re not stretching yourself too thin?”

“This is still less than what I used to do at Ilvermorny.”

“Alright,” Cedric was a bit skeptical about that. After hearing what all you had to do at Ilvermorny, he didn’t think that schedule was healthy. He was sure that it contributed to the reason your anxiety had gotten so bad.

“Will you come to one?” You chewed on your bottom lip.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll try to come to as many as I can.”

Everyone already knew the rules. They couldn’t distract you. You almost weren’t supposed to know that they were there. Students were encouraged to bring their homework and not even pay too much attention to you. Jim’s patronus, as well as Dr. Susan and your performance director’s patronus were up against the mirrors.

They couldn’t be there in person and most of your rehearsals would be alone but they wanted to help watch your first one. They wanted to make sure you weren’t pushing yourself or that you didn’t have a breakdown. All of them were very excited to potentially get back to work with you.  

“Let’s start with ‘Lights Off, Nox’. You’ve done that song a thousand times,” Your performance director said.

“Okay.”

The music started and your body automatically started moving. You got through half of the first verse before it started— the speeding up of your heart, the ezra sweat. You heard your voice miss a note by a half-step and suddenly stopped moving entirely. You practically slammed the pause button on the remote. Your eyes immediately casted upwards where you knew people were watching.  

“Hey!” Dr. Susan’s voice spoke up. “You’re alright. Okay, (Y/N), you were doing great.”

Your phone chimed and you went over to look at it as you tried to collect your breath. It was a text from Cedric, a picture of him giving you a thumbs up. You set the phone down and started the music again, finishing the first verse before the same thing happened. The music played as you crouched down and tried to calm yourself. Upstairs, with the safety of the muffliato charm cast, the students were talking. No one but a few had realized you had anxiety. They didn’t know it was that bad. Alicia shook her head as she finished her Potions essay.

“I don’t get it, she sounds perfect.”

The first two weeks of rehearsal went like that— you started practicing completely alone without even Jim’s patronus to watch. You had yet to get through the entire chorus. Everyone that went to open rehearsals thought that what they did hear was amazing. They were all sitting in the spectators’ space when the same thing happened as always. George grabbed his stuff and got up.

Your head turned when the door opened. The redhead grabbed your phone.

“Didn’t you say you hate this song anyway? It’s getting on my nerves too… What about ‘Friday Night’?”

He turned the song on, bobbing his head.

“Yeah, this was definitely the best song on the album. How’d it go again? AI posed like this.” He copied the dance pose exactly. “And then you all posed and then you… how do you move your hips like that?”

George started a very poor rendition of your dance and song. You started laughing.

“No, like this.” You showed him.

“This?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hmm, I think this is how it goes.”

“What about our dance looks like that? You’re not even hitting the right notes.”

“Love, I’m doing perfect… Cause it’s a Friday Night!” He sang off-key.

“Noooo, it’s a high C!” The chorus came back around. “Cause it’s a Friday Night! Two hands in the air for the weekend…”

George slowly stopped moving as you did the rest of the dance and song. He didn’t give you a chance to really think about anything as he picked the next song. Doing the same thing as before and then again when that song ended.  

“How are you dancing and singing at the same time?”

You started performing with him— clearly better. You didn’t stop singing until the dance break.

“Aren’t you a quidditch player?”

“This is not the same.” He breathed out as he awkwardly did a step ball change.

“Or your stamina sucks.”

“My stamina sucks? You remember how long our games can go, right?”

“And yet you can’t get through a three minute song.”

“It’s just cause I’m not familiar with it.”

You stopped. “Then pick a song you know by heart.”

“I’ve been a prankster long enough to know what a setup looks like.”

“No setup.”

“Well, I’m good. Too tired.”

“You’re tired? This wouldn’t even be a third of a concert.”

“Yes, I’m tired.”

You approached him, poking his chest to taunt him some more. He wasn’t falling for it. Just because you could hold a concert didn’t mean that he could. George placed his hands on your shoulders, ready to tell you off when you hugged him.

“Thank you,” you said. “For helping.”

His hands moved from your shoulders to your waist as he hugged you. Upstairs, everyone watched the two of you embrace. They weren’t sure what to make of it. George was a touchy person and you seemed to be very excitable over everything. Was this just a hug or something more? George wanted it to be something more but was too afraid to tell you. You were starting to feel something that was a bit unusual to you for the boy that you were hugging. But you would never say a thing.

It was too hard to figure out where the lines were drawn between you and LC when it came to everything. You didn’t want to try to figure it out when it came to romance. You didn’t want to sit and play games trying to figure out if George liked you or had a celebrity crush on you. And if it was the latter then you didn’t want to be heartbroken.

However, the prospect of heartbrokenness didn’t stop you from pining after George in the confines of your room. The only person who knew was Cedric because your best friend could read you like a book. He gave you looks and constantly teased in a way that no one else caught on but always made heat rush to your face.    

You were laying on top of Cedric as he rubbed your back. You were both tired from the game. It lasted longer than any of the others. Gryffindor kept giving Hufflepuff a run for their money and neither Cedric nor Harry could find the snitch. The older boy laughed to himself as he slumped down against his headboard. Hufflepuff won but you were wrapped up in a Gryffindor sweater all because your crush was on the other team. You didn’t hesitate to put the red jumper on after the game had ended. George on the other hand was ecstatic to see you in it. He didn’t care that you were doing it just to taunt him— he loved seeing you in it.

“Ced?”

“Yes?”

“Not to bring up Cho but when you kissed her for the first time was it good?”

“Yeah, was great. I asked her to the Yule Ball and it was snowing, it was just right.”

You sighed and he looked down.

“I didn’t know there was a wrong answer,” he said. “Aren’t I the heartbroken one anyway?”  

You turned your head to rest your chin on his chest. You blinked and your nose scrunched up when Cedric poked it.

“I want to kiss George.”

“Then kiss George.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me? And my last kiss was really bad,” you muttered the end bit.

Cedric sat you both up. “Just follow his lead. If he turns his head left, you go left too.”

Cedric turned your head as he did. “See, now we’re opposite. And then you’ll get closer.”

“This was the easy part,” you complained.

“Next part’s even easier. He’ll get so close that your lips brush against each other.” His breath fanned over your face. “And then you’ll kiss.”

“How do I know he likes it?”

“Every guy is different. Is that your go to when you hear an answer you don’t like? Pouting?”

“How is that supposed to help me if you’re all different.”

“You’ll feel it. He’ll let you know.”

“What do you do?”

“I get handsy, try to bring her as close to me as possible.”

Cedric grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap. His head tilted right and you went right as well. His hand tilted your chin up and brought you closer.  

“Close your eyes and feel it.”

His lips brushed against yours before closing the gap completely. His hand left your chin and held the other side of your waist.

“Slower,” Cedric muttered against your lips. “There you go.”

His tongue ran along your bottom lip. You hesitantly opened your mouth— this was where it started to go wrong last time and Marc blabbed to the whole damn school. Your tongue faltered a bit, making Cedric’s tongue retreat back to his own mouth as he chuckled while continuing the kiss.

His hands snaked down lower and he tried again after squeezing your ass. You gasped and relaxed, letting him take control. You both pulled apart when air was necessary. Cedric ran his thumb over your bottom lip that was a bit swollen and wet. You both slumped back into your initial positions with him against the headboard and your head on his chest.

“See, snogging’s not that hard. Just needed a bit of work, don’t be so shy about it. Unless George is into that. Some guys are into that. Some also like it when you take most of the control.”

You shook your head as best as you could while pressed against him. “I’d rather just do what you just did. I don’t think I want to take control… tongue, you know.”

“You weren’t bad once you relaxed. I think— did you say his name was Marc, yeah— I think he just didn’t know how to snog a girl.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. And if the bloke doesn’t want to snog you, you know where to find me.”

You hit his chest. “You don’t sound that heartbroken if you just offered to be a fuck buddy.”

“Ah ah. You offered that, I just said snogging.”

“Oh, whatever, Ced.”  

He smiled as you tried not to laugh but stay serious, failing miserably. He went back to slowly rubbing your back as you both listened to the rain. Eventually, you’d have to get up for dinner but you were both tired enough to skip and just sleep.

(Part 7)...

[miss-authorcita]

But I know I miss you

Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: A year after the war Draco still misses you. Can he make it up to you?

A/N: I apologize in advance if there’s any grammar errors, I just wrote this and it’s 4am over here. I was listening to Taylor Swift’s Betty and for some odd reason (*cough* DracoTok *cough*) Draco Malfoy came to my mind! I wrote his odd little reader insert and I hope you guys enjoy it. I didn’t add the lyrics as most Song Fics because I feel like this isn’t wholly a Song Fic. Anyways, enjoy!

During the TriWizard Tournament the Hogwarts’ student body had an abundant amount of news to digest every day. It was two days before the Yule Ball when a new couple went public and the news of their relationship caused quite a stir. Their romance fed the rumor mill for weeks. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin dating was shocking enough, but having the mean Slytherin Prince walk into the Great Hall hand in hand with the Heart of Gold Gryffindor seemed like something impossible. For months their relationship was analyzed, picked apart, studied, observed, dissected and much more by the students of every house (and even some of the staff). It took the horrid event at the final task for their rarity to become old news. The constant pestering settled and in 5th year no one batted and eye at how the couple locked gazes across the room or at seeing them side by side. It was during the start of their 6th year that the whispers begun again. Hogwarts most notorious couple were not looking at each other. Draco Malfoy and (Y/N)(Y/L) had broken up over the summer. All around Hogwarts students talked, spreading the news, the new gossip sweeping the halls. Only people close to the ex-couple noticed the longing looks they sent each other when the other one wasn’t looking.

But that was years ago. A year after the end of the Wizarding War. Across Europe people were gathering at different locations to commemorate the fight, celebrate the good that came from it and remember those lost. Narcissa Malfoy was surprised when an invitation arrived by owl from Harry Potter himself for both her and her son. The letter attached to the invitation was in a messy scribbling explaining that the event would be hosted at (Y/N)(Y/L)’s family mansion since Harry knew a crowd of that size wouldn’t fit in Grimmauld Place. He went on to say that both Malfoys should feel welcome and to thank her for her part in defeating Voldemort.

When Narcissa told Draco of the news he didn’t know how to feel. A small bit of hope lit up his soul. His mother left him to decide if he wanted to attend or not. His head filled up with dark thoughts as it usually did now a days. Were you dating Potter? No, he had married the Weasley girl, right? Had you married? And then he willed his thoughts to change. If he went to your celebration, could he speak with you? Apologize? Maybe take a walk down your parents garden like you used to do when the world wasn’t dark. He hadn’t even been seventeen when he took the mark and promised to marry Astoria Greengrass all in the same night.

He remembered aimlessly flying around in his broom, the summer breeze tousling his hair, his gaze wasn’t focused on anything until he spotted the light blue mansion on the hill. He descended back to the ground as carefully as he could because the sight of it made his breath catch and his vision glaze over. He had so many memories of the two of you at that mansion, even the one where he broke both your hearts. His life had changed drastically in one night, the second the dark mark was burned onto his arm he thought of you and how much you’d come to hate him if you discovered the truth.

Even knowing how much you despised him, you still made him want to survive. He remembered wanting to curse Pansy, she had been the one to relay the rumors of his affair and engagement with Astoria to you. Draco didn’t know if he was relieved that the tears in your eyes and the betrayal they reflected wasn’t because of the truly worst thing he’d been forced to do. The one thing that he was certain would push you out of his life forever.

But you still found out. It took months, but you figured out the truth. He still remembered crashing Slughorn’s party and seeing you in the arms of Harry freaking Potter, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as your body shook from laughter. The song playing in the background was one you loved, and Potter seemed to be singing it to you. He was half glad Snape dragged him away because he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done next. Till this day he wondered if you had followed him and overheard their conversation. He still couldn’t figure out how you found out his darkest secret.

The rumor that everyone around Hogwarts stuck by during that whole 6th year was that Draco Malfoy spent the whole summer cheating on (Y/N)(Y/L) with Astoria Greengrass. They supposedly hooked up during one of the many balls at Malfoy Manor and were caught by Pansy Parkison who in a jealous fit sent an owl to (Y/N) letting her know of Draco’s infidelity. Draco never laid a hand on Astoria, but having you believe he was a cheater was easier than confessing he was a Death Eater. He couldn’t take the look you’d give him if you knew the truth. The very one you had on your face hours before he let the Deathe Eaters into Hogwarts. He knew you knew but didn’t approach you. He took the coward’s way out because he wanted to protect you, but also protect himself. Yes, he didn’t want you anywhere near the chaos, because even if he’d hate to admit it he knew you’d be safer by the Golden Trio’s side than by his.

The day of the celebration came, and Draco stood in front of his mirror examining his dress robes. They didn’t make him feel as before. The last time he wore something similar you were on his arm, dancing the night away at the Yule ball. The silver snake on his lapel made him sick. He wasn’t as proud to be a Slytherin as he once was. He had spent the whole week rehearsing what he would say to you, how he would approach you, he wouldn’t be surprised if you told him to fuck off. He missed you so much. It had been three years without you, his light, and his world was so dark.

He tried with Astoria, he did. You were gone from his life after the war, his father imprisoned in Azkaban and his family had lost everything. His mother never pushed him, but he could see the subtle clues she left about the good that marrying the Greengrass girl would do for their tarnished reputation. So he tried for a whole summer, but nothing came of it. His Heart of Gold Gryffindor was never far from his mind and Astoria’s hatred for his fall from grace never let them move forward. He heard through the grapevine that Astoria had married Nott that very winter.

The (Y/L) household was very imposing. He’d never felt intimidated by it before, but now it felt like the very walls knew he wasn’t welcomed. His mother had decided very last minute not to attend, still guilty of her part in the war despite Potter’s words. He felt the same, but his need to see you was greater than his shame. He was going to knock on that door and finally face you. He was willing to do anything to make it up to you. Make up for the harm, the lies, the hurt.

Once inside, he let the house elves take his coat, curiously observing that they all wore actual robes. You always said you wanted to free your house elves, pay them you had said, and it seemed that you had. He looked around the crowded room and his breath got stolen the second he found you. Velvet maroon dress, hair tied up in an intricate style, and a gorgeous smile on your crimson lips. You were currently hugging someone. Was that Luna Lovegood? His feet seemed cemented to the floor as his fears suddenly started consuming him. Would you have him back? Take him out to the porch to speak privately, maybe kiss him in front of all your stupid Gryffindor friends? Then other thoughts invaded his mind, making a cold sweat start on his brow. What if he was too broken? What if tonight didn’t go as he’d dreamed? He broke your heart, who’s to say he could even deem himself enough to mend it.

He’s only seventeen, but he knows he misses you. Misses your old cardigan that gained a new patch every time a new hole appeared; your Grandma had knit it for you. He missed riding around your brooms together, kissing in the sky and trying desperately not to fall. He just missed you.

All thoughts halted the second you turned your head and locked eyes with him.

He missed you.

[luckyukhei]

Letters On Her Skin ( Continued )

Word Count: 1k

A/N: So, there were a few places I got stuck so that’s why it took so long but, I hope it was worth the wait!

Summary: The reader, unlike all their other friends who have found their soul mates through different ways seeing color for the first time seeing their soulmate or having matching tattoos at birth, the reader has never shown any signs of any of these traits until she writes her homework on her wrist and gets a message back from all the way across the world.

AU!: Soulmate!AU

beginning - final

gif credit: @sugagifs

You stared at your arm. Katherine wrote a lot in such a short amount of time.

“How did you do that?” You asked curiously.

“Practice. I’ve been studying Korean since high school. Sophomore year to be exact. We had a foreign exchange student and he was from South Korea.He moved back but, we keep in touch because he was my best friend.” Kathrine explained with a smile.

“Is that who you want to see on the trip?” You asked as Aza brought in blankets for the night.

Katherine nodded,”Yes. It’s 10 AM there now so he’ll talk to me soon.”

“What did you say to him?” You asked looking at your arm.

“Hello, this is Katherine, one of your soul mates best friends, I was wondering if you meant BTS Min Yoongi because if so for proof post the numbers she’s supposed to study on Twitter.” Katherine blatantly recited.

“Well, that was straightforward.” You frown.

“You don’t get answers beating around the bush.” Aza giggled and snuggled into her blankets.

She was right though. Sure enough about an hour later ‘93-95 97 101-107′ popped up on the BTS Twitter. You were excited and ecstatic to be able to see his face but, also scared because he was such a big deal. How would he react to the unimportant college student you? 

Eventually, exams passed and winter break came. You and Yoongi talked every day which helped you improve your Korean. He never failed to hide compliments on his body so you could find them on your own. You were home for the break and your mom was the first person you told about Yoongi. She was, of course, happy and supportive. But, then you told your little brother.

“Jay... I found my soulmate.” You told them happily.

Jay looked up from the old laptop you given him when you graduated high school, “I swear if you say that food is your soulmate I will beat you a sock full of quarters.”

 You stared at him mouth agape, “ You’re so violent! ”

“Blame it on the video games and pretend like it’s the reason we aren’t safe at school.” He nonchalantly responded.

“Jay! We’re getting off track-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You found your soul mate. But, does he have money?”

You gave him an exasperated whine, " Jay, come on. Can you take this seriously? For your favorite big sister?"

He looked at you as you mustered your serious face.

"Oh you're doing the face that you call serious but, all you do is pout until I bend to your will," Jay commented setting his laptop to the side.

"Are you bending to my will yet?" You asked him continuing the serious face.

"I suppose I am for my 'favorite big sister' I can." He shrugged but, gave you a big smile. "Tell me about him."

"His name is Min Yoongi and he's Korean-"

You were once again interrupted.

"North or South?"

"South of course?"

"Hey gotta ask these questions! See if I have to fight fate or destiny or whatever the hell it is that controls this soulmate stuff for screwing you over like that." He gave you a big smirk and you ruffled his hair.

" He's in a band called BTS. It's really South Korea but, they're slowly becoming international."

"So, he's a singer?"

"Well, he's a rapper."

"Say no more. You officially have the coolest soulmate in the family."

You stayed quiet for a minute before piping up," Wanna listen to some of his stuff?"

"Uh. Yeah. Gotta see if my sister's soulmate has rhymes."

You two sat in his bed as you explained all the stuff Katherine explained to you while showing him videos and songs on his laptop.

After an hour or two of sitting there. Your phone rang. This wasn't a normal call. You could tell by the ringtone. Yoongi was calling. You snatched your phone quickly and answered.

"You never answer my phone calls that fast!" Your brother pouted as you hushed him.

"Hey, beautiful. You're with your family, yes?" Yoongi asked.

It took you a minute to respond as you were translating it in your her head," I...uh. Yes! My younger boy sibling- Is that right?"

You heard him chuckle," You're close. Brother."

"Brother!" You repeated before continuing, "Is hanging out with me and I was just telling him about you and the rest of Bangtan. I showed him a few videos and he seems to uhh... Like you guys."

"Hold on-" You could hear shuffling from him getting up and then hearing heavy footsteps in which made you assume he was running.

You could hear chattering before Yoongi spoke," Okay. So, one at a time. Speak slowly she's still learning. Y/N said that she told her brother about us and he's seen our music. I get the first question. Babe, who is his favorite rapper?"

You looked at Jay," Who is your favorite rapper?"

"Rap Monster!" He exclaimed, " I just relate to him. "

" Jay said RM-" Before you could even finish your sentence you heard the boys get riled up.

"I am hurt! Am I at least his second favorite?" He asked so you asked the same.

"J-Hope is my second favorite. I think I might take up dance.." Jay answered and you relayed the message which caused another uproar before Jin interrupted.

"Wait. Wait. Who is his favorite vocalist?" Jin asked slowly just as Yoongi requested. In turn, you asked Jay.

"Hmmm. Most definitely V. His voice is just smooth like undisturbed snow." Jay admitted while you stared at him shaking your head.

"He said V but, I am not translating that last part." You giggled out.

You heard shuffling then, Yoongi's voice loud and clear, "Okay okay. We can integrate my girlfriend tomorrow about her brother but, I want some time to talk to her."

You took that as a cue to go to your old room waving your brother a temporary goodbye.

You went to your room and shut the door," Alright, ba-"

"Oh my goodness. I can't wait for you to come visit. That's what's been getting me through the past few days..." He sounded upset and it broke your heart. So, you started writing on your wrist.

"Hey babe. Look at your wrist and read it out uh loud?"

"Each day I get one step closer to you. Each day I smile because of you. 6 more weeks till I see you..." He read aloud.

You could not see the tears that were mixed with happiness and longing but, what he said warmed your heart.

"I love you so much, Y/N."