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spicedcinnamoncake · 8 months

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'Do it already'

Pair: Fred Weasley x Reader

SUMMARY: He's a tease, and you're impatient.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: NSFW, penetrative sex, cussing, smacking (you smack him), teasing

Enjoy sluts :P

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It was a cold night, you two were watching a movie on your laptop. He visited during the x-mas break, and was staying the night. That was only because your parents weren't home, obviously. They'd never let it slide if they knew of it.

The characters on the screen had had one of those moments, the cinematic moment where something in their heads click and they start passionately making out. Fred looked over at you, then back at the screen, grinning. His hand went up under your shirt, a finger tracing your chest.

'You know, we could always recreate some of the scenes in this movie' he whispered as the main heroine took her top off, throwing it over her shoulder. You smiled, picking up on what he was on about.

'Oh yeah? I'd be down for that' you whispered back, placing another hand at the base of his knee. He grinned as he leaned down to kiss you, sucking your lower lip as he undid his pants.

You leaned into it, one hand wriggling out of your shirt and the other closing the laptop. He took you onto his lap and squeezed your ass before moving his hands to your waist. You struggled out of your shirt, tossing it who knows where.

In an instant you two were naked, he was on top of you. He slid into you with ease, his cock already hard. You waited a moment, to adjust to him inside you before giving him the OK to start moving.

He fucked you slowly at first. 'I want to feel you, every single inch' he whispered, staring down at your face.

You two switched positions, you were on top. He loved it when you rode him. He was still very much in control, but he always got a full view of your body, your waist, chest, not to mention your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You started to move back and forth, riding his cock until you felt you needed some extra assistance. 'Buck me'

He arched an eyebrow, a sly smile spread across his face. 'You need to ask nicely.'

You started to bounce impatiently, feeling an orgasm start to build up. All you needed was a little extra help from him and you'd be there.

'Do it please, I need it' you mumbled, still bouncing. Suddenly you felt his hands on your hips, they were firm and held you in place, you sat deep on him, feeling the length of him inside of you was driving you insane.

'No no, you're going to have to wait a bit' he smiled, rocking your hips back and for with his hands, in circular motions he moved your body around on his cock. Your face contorted in the sweet agony of sex, but you were so close to release, and he wouldn't let you have it.

You started to resist him, bouncing, begging, begging for him to start bucking you so that you could finally release all the pressure building up in your abdomen.

By now the pressure had spread. You felt it in your stomach, in your thighs, your ass, and your pussy was throbbing, aching to be released.

'I said...buck me...'

'Wait, almost'

You couldn't take it anymore. You reached out, and smacked him across the face. He looked at you, first in a state of shock, and then in a state of awe. 'Kinky'

'Do it already'

'Do what?' he asked, innocently enough. You leaned over, looked him dead in the eye. 'Buck me.'

You smacked him again. He smiled, loosening his grip on your waist ever so slightly. You started bouncing on him again, but this time you felt a gasp escape your lips as he started to buck his hips up, just enough for him to strike you where it felt good.

'Im almost there' you whined, sitting down hard on him every time he moved his hips up. 'almost, a little more,'

A moan left your lips has he hit it hard. 'Right there!'

He fucked you hard, striking your g-spot, you moaned in agony as you bounced on his throbbing cock, until you felt it.

All your muscles relaxed in sweet relief as an orgasm rippled through your body. You nearly screamed at how good it felt. You leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, before rolling over on your back, enjoying every single second.

When you finally recovered, you looked over at him, his face red. You blushed, hard. 'I'm, i'm sorry-'

He shushed you.

'Love, that was kinky as fuck. Didn't know you could be so dominant'

He grinned at you, kissing you on the forehead. 'Come on, let's get you cleaned up.'

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writing-wh0re · 2 years

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Wizarding World Masterlist

George Weasley:

Dom!George - Smut18+

Caught in the act - Smut18+

6 feet apart rule - Fluff

Proposal - Fluff

Nurse - Fluff

Cuddles - Fluff

Daddy George - Smut18+

Soft Dom!George - Smut18+

Prompt 29 - Smut18+

I miss you - Smut18+

Slytherin - Smut18+

The Twins - Smut18+

Umbridge - Fluff

Prompts 17 & 19 - Fluff

Jealousy - Smut18+

Bloody Cormac - Angst

Two Daddies - Smut18+

Shh - Smut18+

Au!Gamer - Smut18+

Krum - Fluff

Did I stutter? - Smut18+

Please Daddy - Smut18+

Play With Me - Smut18+

Sub!George - Smut18+

Angry Sex - Smut18+ - HC

Always George - Fluff

So, Who’s Better? - Smut18+ - HC

Sex Toys - Smut18+

Nightmare - Fluff

Pink or Purple? - Fluff

I do - Smut18+

Dom!Reader - Smut18+

Braces - Fluff

Holding Hands - Fluff - HC

Birthday - Smut18+

Merry Christmas - Smut18+

Read it to me, Darling - Smut 18+

Fred Weasley:

Prompts 12 & 22 - Smut18+

Prompts 15 & 19 - Fluff

Prompt’s 11 & 26 - Smut18+

Take care of you - Fluff

The Twins - Smut18+

Daddy - Smut18+

Au!Collegue - Smut18+

Advice - Smut18+

Umbridge - Fluff

Au!CEO - Smut18+

Harry Spoils Everything - Fluff

Shh, we will get caught - Smut18+

All the kinks - Smut18+

Two Daddies - Smut18+

First Orgasm - Smut18+

About Time - Smut18+

Daddy’s Belt - Smut18+

Krum - Fluff

The Moon - Fluff

Sub!Fred - Smut18+

Comfort - Fluff

So, Who’s Better? - Smut18+ - HC

Fun With Daddy - Smut18+

Holding Hands - Fluff - HC

Birthday - Smut18+

Merry Christmas - Smut18+

Ron Weasley:

First Kiss - Fluff

Draco Malfoy:

Prompts 4, 8 & 26 - Smut18+

Prompts 1, 6 & 12 - Smut18+

Prompts 9, 18 & 22 - Smut18+

Soft Sex - Smut18+

Green Panties - Smut18+

Mine - Smut18+

First Time - Smut18+

Gag - Smut18+

Horny Shits - Smut18+

Oh No - Smut18+

Oliver Wood:

3am? - Fluff

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george-weasleys-girl · 6 months

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George & Fred as Dads on Halloween

~🎃~

George

Always decorates early.

Usually around mid-September.

Decorates the whole house, inside and out.

Goes for spooky, but not overly scary.

Insists on carving jack o' lanterns the muggle way every year.

Before he had kids, his favorite thing was giving out candy to all the trick or treaters and seeing all their costumes.

Now that he's a father, taking his kids trick or treating has become his favorite thing.

Matching family costumes are a must.

Involves his family in deciding what to dress up as each year and has it planned out months in advance.

Along with Fred, throws a Halloween party every year for family and close friends.

They switch out who hosts it each year.

Let's his kids have candy for breakfast the next day.

~🎃~

Fred

Like George, he always decorates early.

Also, like George, he decorates the whole house, inside and out.

Goes full-on creepy.

Why carve pumpkins the hard way when he can use magic?

Builds a haunted maze that trick or treaters have to go through to get candy.

Before having kids, he loved to jump scare trick or treaters as they navigated their way through the maze.

Now that he's a father, he loves taking his kids trick or treating more.

Usually meets up with George, and they all go together.

Doesn't care too much about matching costumes, but if his s/o and his kids want to do it, he's game.

He and his kids stuff themselves silly on candy Halloween night (ignoring his s/o's pleas against it).

Because they're all usually too sick to eat breakfast the next morning.

~🎃~

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gryffidnorgranger · 2 years

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so who’s the older twin?

george: we’re twins it doesn’t matter.

fred: me.

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the-second-tonks · 2 years

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Headcanons | H.P.S

Find some other Harry Potter headcanons by me — here!

HPS : Harry Potter Series

Question : What if you by mistake fall asleep with drunk!HarryPotterCharacters in their house at night ? Do they wake you ? Do they let you leave or make you stay? How does it end?

Assume whatever relationship you want to , between the characters and y/n

Harry Potter

Do they wake you up?

Accidentally wakes you up . Lmao he's going to freak out as soon as he wakes up . You both would've been comfortably cuddling when his eyes peel open . It takes him a few seconds to contemplate what's going on until he suddenly jerks up , waking you .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

Says he wants you to stay without actually saying it . He wants you to stay so badly . But his shyness doesn't let him tell you that maybe even ego lmao. He wants you both to go back to bed , he loved the warmth radiating from your body. You might get up and get ready to leave when he might talk about dropping you off .. but bruh he's drunk . Walking to your house late at night doesn't sound good to him . So he comes up with endless excuses to the limit where he asks “How would you walk at night ? It would be so dark , you won't be able to see the street” and suddenly you have answers to all of his excuses until he gets annoyed and says “Cant you just.. you know , stay here?” .

How does it end?

It ends up with him awkwardly trying to cuddle the way he did when he was totally drunk . Lol you might get back to bed , with his clothes on(?) And he's going to be so nervous . You might go back to sleep and he's still figuring out how he should cuddle with you . Finally he sleeps too , and subconsciously finds the perfect cuddle position .

Ronald Weasely

Do they wake you up?

Tries to be romantic and fails Accidentally yes . Yeah so it's him who's admiring you and as he tries to kiss your forehead some of your hair enters his nose , causing him to sneeze the hell out of his nose . Eventually waking you up .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

Doesn't even get up from his bed . While you hurriedly get up to leave, this man oh-so-ungraciously pulls you back to the bed lmao and he's all normal when he says “Stay..” . He's already sleepy lol so yeah . He pulls you into the bed by your waist and holds you until you have no option but to lay down on the bed .

How does it end?

It's you who knows how to actually romance . It ends up you admiring him and him snoring like a cute handsome horse . He might open his eyes occasionally and smile and blush when he notices you staring at him . In the early morning though when he's in a better state , he might kiss you a lot .

Hermione Granger

Do they wake you up?

Over here , when Hermione gets up (Hermione is never that drunk to get up in a drunken state again) and makes some tea or coffee for both of you . Once she's done she'll wake you up and you both could drink coffee by the balcony

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

I kinda feel she'll want you to inform your mother or your family about staying here or go to your house , change and come back to spend a night with her . She'll want you to stay and be very clear about it , since she only has 'having fun' in her mind. She could be a bit reluctant.

How does it end?

You both could end up on her couch watching movies or reading books or something. It could also be a bit of crazy stuff like taking pictures , being a bit romantic and enjoying the time honestly. Cooking some random food at 3 a.m.

Ginny Weasley

Do they wake you up?

Tbh , no . She doesn't wake you up , and you don't get up on your own either since you're tired of handling Drunk Ginny . She'll get up , watch you sleeping and would try to sleep again , but end up messing with you and kinda disturbing your sleep but luckily not waking you up .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

As said , you don't wake up . So she doesn't wake you up either and she definitely wants you to stay . It feels warm in her heart to see your face as a good morning dose lmao . She might blush a bit at the thought that you're spending a night with her even though it's just sleeping.

How does it end?

She ends up taking random selfies because she's getting bored and you're looking too good while sleeping . The filters are not gonna be good lemme warn you , but she'll enjoy them and when you both get up in the morning she'll show the pictures to you .

George Weasely

Do they wake you up?

Over here it's actually that he doesn't wake up , and it's you who wakes up. You're so cuddled up that it takes you 5 minutes to get out of his grasp and not wake him up too . You finally get out of his arms when he subconsciously pulls you in again lmao , the struggle is real .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

I'm assuming you go to the kitchen to make something for him so that he can drink/eat it to ease his hangover , when George wakes up due to the sudden loss of his warm and cuddly bear(you) . He might silently walk to the kitchen and hug your waist from behind , resting his chin on your shoulder/head . He lazily would ask you to join him back to the bed and would literally carry you to the bed by your waist if you don't listen to him .

How does it end?

It ends up being a bit steamy lmao i guess you both might make out before sleeping .. but it finally ends with you sleeping on top of him so yeah .

Fred Weasely

Do they wake you up?

Lmao.. he wouldn't. He wouldn't open his eyes , so maybe if you get up in between , you'll wake him up or kiss him telling him you're gonna leave.

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

It isn't a nano second when he pulls you back to bed and subconsciously asks you to stay . When you deny , he'll completely open his eyes and let go of your hand . He'll get up and listen to you on ‘How you are supposed to leave because you both aren't married’ or some shit like that . You walk to the door when this person picks you up in bridal style and takes you back to bed.

How does it end?

You both are gonna stay awake the whole night . He might begin with kissing you but it's gonna lead to something else too.

Draco Malfoy

Do they wake you up?

Nada , nope . He doesn't. He'll get up , tuck you in the bed pretty well , turn on the ac , put the drapes and then he'll go out of the room and watch tv until you wake up and join him lmao .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

You don't get a word . If he asks you to stay you stay , if he asks you to sit you're sat .(lmao those who understood the reel mention 🙌) . So in case you talk about leaving, he's gonna ask you to stay . And you cannot make him ask you again and again .

How does it end?

Many ways I can think of . If you're in the mood he would do it , if you're not , i think you both would end up cuddling on the couch and watching a movie , and soon you both would be sleeping on the couch. itself.

Thats all for now!!

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elenatries2write · 1 year

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𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 - 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝑺𝒍𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 1)

George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Fluff/angst

request: yes/no

summary: After not having seen your ex-boyfriend in eight years, you reunite. It’s clear your feelings for him haven’t change, but have his?

tw: none really; uh, fluff/angst? Talk about past relationships

note: Reader uses she/her pronouns; based on Persuasion by Jane Austen; (Y/N/N) = nickname

The heart is a fragile aspect of one's life. You say or do the wrong thing and it can break — shattered to nothing but dust, waiting for either the person who broke it in the first place to heal it or for someone new to come and pick up the pieces. I have yet to reach either of these outcomes.

Being born a pureblood Slytherin, I was never in control of my own life. My clothing, my interests, my future — the only element of my life I ever felt like I had free rein was with the man I chose to love: George Weasley.

To me, George was my everything. He was my best friend, my shoulder to cry on, the first person to support me in any of my passions. I loved him, and I knew he loved me. The happiest moment of my life was probably the day he asked me to the Yule Ball — if not the day he first kissed me. He was the only person who ever truly saw and understood me for who I was and not for who I was forced to be.

“And then he said he ‘found someone else’. Can you believe that?” the women sitting across from me exasperated.

Mae Lark. For the first eleven years of my life, she was my governess. After I left for Hogwarts, my father let her go, but she remained consistent in my life. Rather than my governess, she became my close friend. She became a second mother to me; and in some ways, she became more of a mother to me than my own mother. She was the person I turned to whenever I needed advice or comfort. The only advice she gave me that I regretted ever listening to was involving the love of my life.

I knew George’s family was considered traitorous to the other purebloods, and I also knew his family did not come from grand riches like my family. But that never mattered to me. I loved him for who he was, and I knew he was brilliant enough to accomplish exceptional things if he put his mind to it. Perhaps if Mae had not persuaded me to make such a decision, he would still be mine.

“(Y/N). (Y/N)!” Her calls brought me back from my thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter, embarrassment residing on my face. I must have zoned out again. “What were you saying?”

“I was just letting you know I met a bright young man the other day. He owns an estate not too far from here,” she informs, suggestively. However, encouraging me to broaden my interests only brings up the past, and it was unmistakably evident on my face. “Oh, please, dear. Don’t tell me you still think of him like that. It’s been seven years.”

“Eight, actually.”

After graduation, George and his twin brother, Fred, opened their joke shop in Diagon Alley. As far as I know, not much has changed there. Sure, the war caused some setbacks, but their store still stands bright and active. I have yet to actually walk inside, though I have thought about doing so many times.

“Why do you still hold on? Since you left him, he has made no advance to claim you back.”

“Because,” I begin. “I broke his heart.”

“You will find someone who’s meant for you and loves you enough to fight for you. Your friend called earlier,” Mae promptly diverges from the difficult subject — a wise decision, if you ask me. “That Parkinson girl, what was her name?” “Pansy?”

“Ah, yes, Pansy Parkinson. She was asking for you, saying to let you know she’ll be in Diagon Alley if you wanted to join her. I think you should go. It might do you good.”

Shopping with Pansy felt routine at this point. I’d follow her into a jewelry store, and she’d tag along when I drift into a bookstore; I’d listen, and she’d talk about anything and everything.

Currently, I was browsing the shelf of muggle fairytales while Pansy continues to gossip about some rumor about Draco and Astoria’s marriage. As I turn the corner, I suddenly bump into someone. It took me by surprise, causing me to stumble back and lose my balance. The stranger lightly grasps my forearm, but it was enough to help me not fall to the ground.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there! I… (Y/N)?” His voice was uncomfortably familiar.

I look up to see the same red locks I was so used to. He hasn’t changed a bit — he was just as tall as the last time I saw him; though his hazel eyes now held subtle confusion, I can tell they still radiate that boyish humor he was so well-known for. Merlin, he’s still insanely attractive. The only prominent difference I could see was the laugh marks that circled his eyes.

“George,” I greeted curtly. I avoided eye contact as best as I could.

“…Long time no see. Uh- y-you look well.”

“You, too. You look the same. Well, not the same- I- I mean, you still look handsome.”

“You- uh… you, too. Well- pretty. You look pretty.”

The air grows thick; an uncomfortable silence overcomes us. It was nearly unbearable. I avoid his meek stare as best as I can, opting to focus on the meaningless patterns of the wooden floor.

Thankfully, the awkward stillness was interrupted.

“(Y/N), are you listening?” Pansy reappears from behind the shelf and stands by my side.

“What was that?” I inquire, not having listened to her gossip in the last ten minutes.

“Oh, George!” she squeals gleefully. Despite her and most of the Slytherins’ past squabble with most Gryffindors and non-pureblood supremacists, there was an unspoken reconcile after the war. “It’s been forever! What have you been up to?”

“Oh, well, I-”

“I was just telling (Y/N) about the guy who works at the new shop down the alley. Uh… Ayers…?” She abruptly interrupts, struggling to remember the details. “Benjamin Ayer! He seems really nice and charming. He’s pretty handsome, too. It’s not every day you meet a pureblood as sweet as him. Anyway, what are you doing here?” Oh, Pansy — just as excitable as she always has been.

“Uh, I was just-“ He reaches for a random book to his right. “Just getting this book, and then I saw (Y/N). It was nice seeing you both… really, it was,” he finishes, eyes lingering on my stiff figure just a little longer before continuing. “Fred, Lee, and Angelina are back at the shop. I’m sure they’d love to see you again.”

“Oh, well I’m spending the day with Pansy, and-“

“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N)! I don’t mind! It’d be great for you to catch up with them. Besides, I was planning on meeting Daphne later today anyways,” my ebony-haired friend cuts me off.

“I guess I can come then,” I say, my tight-lipped smile hopefully masking the feeling of dread I now have. And with that, he leads me out of the store — not without purchasing the book he grabbed, of course.

As I watched him ambling by my side, I can’t help but replay the painfully embarrassing reunion in my head. He and I used to be so in sync; others would hardly ever see us apart back at Hogwarts. Now, we are complete and utter strangers — worse than strangers, actually. We are exes.

As I enter the tall joke shop — the shop having an encapsulating aura of joy and warmth, I must add — I am immediately met with the welcoming sight of Fed Weasley smiling from ear to ear the moment he caught a glimpse of me.

“(Y/N) (Y/L)!” he hollers from behind the cashier before running to tackle me in a colossal hug.

“What’s all the ruckus?” a familiar voice calls from the back.

Once the two characters — Angelina and Lee — come to the front and see me, they both exclaim, “(Y/N)!” and run to join the bear hug.

“…hi,” I manage to make out, the tight group hug seemingly halting my breathing.

“Merlin, let the poor girl breathe,” George chuckles from behind us.

“Right, sorry,” Fred apologizes as the three of them release their hold.

“It’s alright.”

“Merlin’s beard, we haven’t seen you in ases,” Lee exaggerates.

“How’s it been?” Angelina politely inquired, contrasting Lee and Fred’s boisterous manners.

“It’s been… fine.” Salazar, as if my uncomfortable greeting with George wasn’t enough discomfort for one day.

We spent the majority of the afternoon catching up and reminiscing about our times together at Hogwarts. After a little while, the boys got back to work — seeing as there was still a shop to run with a sea of customers — and left me and Angelina to hang out in the back. Much to my dismay, the topic of conversation took a turn when she started talking about him — the man who’s heart I’m sure I had completely ruptured eight years ago.

“So, I suppose it’s been nice to see George again?”

I hesitate to answer. In all honesty, it has been. To see those eyes again, that smile after all these years — it’s refreshing, really. But there is also this rising guilt every time I look at him.

“I suppose so,” I utter.

“I mean,” she continues, “the way he looks at you — even now — it’s like nothing’s changed. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he still has feelings for you.”

I nearly chuckle at that. “Please, Angie, that’s ridiculous.”

“I’m serious, (Y/N)! I saw how he was with you today. That isn’t the look of someone who is just catching up with an old friend. What if I set you two up on a date?”

“What? Angeli-“

She cuts me off and continues spewing out hypothetical plans for a date that will never happen. There is absolutely no way he would ever agree to this. Truthfully, it is wishful thinking on her part. Knowing Angie, I know her heart is the right place, making sure that two of her friends are happy; but a date with George? That’s chasing a fantasy.

“He’s single and I’m assuming you are, too. Sure it’s been years, but as they say, ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ I mean, just think of it-“

This time she is interrupted by the boys returning from the front of the shop.

“So we were just thinking…” George begins.

“That’s never a good sign with you three,” I tease, almost as if we were sixteen again. It felt so… familiar — for lack of better words — to joke like this.

“Hey, hear us out,” Fred defends, both arms raised in surrender.

Lee cuts in, noticeably far too excited to wait any longer. “We were all going to spend a week on holiday at the lake by Angelina’s house and thought that — if you are free, of course — wanted to join us.”

This appears to light a spark in Angelina’s eyes as she widens her already-consistent smile. “That’s a great idea! (Y/N), what do you think?”

“…Oh. This is very sudden.” I understand how close we were before and how seemingly effortless it was for all of us to reconcile after so long, but it’s been years. How did we go from catching up about our jobs and family life to going away on holiday together in just two hours?

“I mean,” George began, his voice unusually quiet for him. “If you can’t, that’s totally fine.”

“Oh, please, (Y/N)!” my enthusiastic friend persists. “You must come! Surely, you can make it!”

“I-i think I might be free,” I give in, hesitantly. As much as I dread the thought of spending so much time with the very man who’s heart I broke — who has clearly yet to forgive me, seeing how distant he has been since our reunion — something about revisiting the past — at least, the better memories of the past — just pulled me in.

After getting settled into the lake house, the five of us head to the lake to relax. I avoid George as much as I could. There was still a lingering awkward atmosphere between the two of us that neither of us are willing to indulge in.

I watch from the sidelines as Angelina and George laugh together near the lake’s bank. Despite her previous efforts in attempting to bring back the past and insinuating that we get back together, I would have to be naïve to not notice the way she looks at him — and maybe even the way he looks back at her. I know he is not mine to cherish as I used to, but the reality of it all still stings.

Back in our shared room — the night sky glistening outside the window and nothing more than a flickering candle providing any bit of light in the room — Angelina and I continue to catch up about our years spent apart in hushed tones. It is evident in her voice that she feels differently than she’s claimed whenever we bring up George or a similar topic.

I say this with all the love in my heart that I hold for both my childhood best friend and for the love of my life: I hope they have a happy life together, no matter how much it hurts me.

It was now well into the night. Angelina has been dormant for, at least, an hour now; yet my body lies on my bed, my eyes fixated at the ceiling, while my mind runs a marathon. I know I am not going to get any sleep any time soon, so I quietly make my way out of the room — cautiously, to not wake anyone — and head for the lake. I take a seat just at the shore of the lake, pulling my knees to my chest because of the cold.

“I didn’t realize you were you out here.”

The low voice startles me. I turn to see George standing right behind me. How long has he been there?

“Sorry,” he begins. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just couldn’t sleep.”

I turn my gaze back to the lake before answering, “Me neither.”

“…May I?” he timidly gestures to the spot next to me.

“Oh, yes.”

He takes a seat at my consent before speaking again. “Look, love.”

It’s been a while since I’ve heard that coming from him. I detest how it still makes my stomach churn any time it’s him calling me “love”.

He continues, “I know things haven’t exactly been… normal between us.”

“What gave you that idea?” The sarcasm ran thick like tar.

“(Y/N), come on. It doesn’t have to be like this. That was all in the past.”

“What are you saying, George?” Frustration lightly laces my voice. “We should just forget about it like it never happened?”

“That’s not- (Y/N)… what I’m saying is that we should make amends. Maybe this is the closure we both need.”

My eyes meet his; the same glistening brown eyes that seem to be holding the planets staring back at mine.

“I’d like that,” I bashfully respond, my mouth reacting against my will.

“Great!” he beams, enthusiastically. “This is really great. I’m so glad to still have you in my life after how long it’s been. Even though we’re not… you know… together, you still mean the world to me.”

He pulls me into a tight hug — not the type of hug that would make you melt but the type that two close friends would share.

Before now, I could not possibly fathom that we could be anything worse than exes; however, being proven wrong by the universe appears to be a common occurrence in my life. Now we are no longer exes; we are friends.

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