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can you do a tom x reader where the reader is in a girl group and goes on tour with tokio hotel and they all get into a bunch of shenanigans together? LOVE LOVE LOVEEE YOUR WORK BTW!!
(Hey! Sure I can and thank you for loving and requesting my work! Sorry if this isn't really a Tom x reader but enjoy!)
Tour Shenanigans
You guys always wake up with headaches at this point
Tom is almost thrown out onto the balcony and has no recollection of whatever you guys did
Bill is buried under piles of clothes, your band members are almost drowning in food, Gustav is dressed in a hula dancer outfit, Georg's hair is in braids and is painted purple
You guys cannot remember for the life of you guys what happened until media leaks it the next day
You guys are constantly at clubs and getting shit faced
One time you guys somehow ended up being the bartender and serving the actual bartender
You and Tom could legit go on for hours with each other doing god knows what
Your band and Tokio Hotel are actually pretty good friends
You guys got drunk and went down skinny dipping in a lake and almost drowned
Bill was once dressed as a princess
On Halloween one time you guys pretended a member of your band was seven and used her for candy
You guys constantly raid gas stations and supermarkets
You guys had to run because Georg pushed you and Tom, who were sitting in a cart, into a display case
Shit went everywhere and the staff got pissed
You guys hauled ass out of there
There are videos that surfaced of you pretending to be Tom, Tom was somehow dressed as you, Bill and your band member were holding each other on a couch and murmuring some sorta language before making out, Gustav was being held up by your friends and screaming "Jesus is me!" While your friends bowed to him and Georg was blasting music on his bass
Saying how drunk you were was an understatement
You guys went to the depths of hell
So many things you guys CANNOT bring up again out of fear of going to jail
Interviewers bring how you guys act up so much you guys start blaming each other
You guys have stolen so much shit, some even by accident and are too afraid to bring it back
You guys get bored in hotel rooms and just ding-dong ditch hotel rooms
You guys knocked hard as hell on a door once and you tripped Tom on accident but left him
He was laying on the ground and trying to get out of a situation with a confused man at the door
You guys had to run back and drag him by his feet down the hall to get out
You guys go to a lot of attractions like amusement parks, carnivals, but you and your band once dragged them into a haunted house
Georg was oddly calm and trying to find a way out
Gustav and your guitarist were clinging to each other and when they tried to run bumped into each other
Bill tried to be hero and help your friend he has a crush on but ended up screaming and jumping into her arms
You and Tom somehow got lost and we're trying to sacrifice each other to a clown
Somehow you all ended up back together and huddled all in a corner while screaming
Of course, Tom tripped again and you guys had to run back and carry him away as a man with a knife chased y'all
You guys once tried an escape room but it ended up in you guys screaming at each other
The operator kept coming on and saying not to break shit and going "that's not a clue!" Because you guys were so helpless
You guys try and cook dinner but somehow make it even worse than before
You guys on the tour bus have a game of when the bus moves, stand up and who lasts the longest wins
It was pretty fun until the bus took a turn and you were practically thrown into the door
Turns out, nobody locked it!
The door busted open and you barely grabbed onto the door frame as everyone was yelling for the bus driver to stop and Bills fighting for his life to get you back on
Tom is screaming on roller coasters and clinging to your arm while screaming in horror
He looks like he's bouta die ngl
When getting jump scared do not expect him to play hero
He'll forget About you and haul ass, looking back and seeing you
He tried going back for you but couldn't
The pants did not hold him down whatsoever because he was holding them like they were a dress and legit BOOKING it
He was aa fast as the speed of light let me tell you
Karaoke with this dude gets competitive
Especially with both bands
You guys broke a window and TV
Do not play Wii with these assholes because it did not end well
The remotes were thrown every direction possible and you guys got called by the desk to shut the fuck up
You guys go to the beach sometimes and once went at night
You guys were so far out you didn't think you were gonna make it
It was horrifying
Drives with Tom are oddly calming
Music is blasting, driving fast and leaning out the window as you guys are screaming lyrics
Oddly therapeutic
He doesn't leave you alone on stage
He is messing with you and kissing your neck just to make you laugh
You all once went through a drive through with Bill in a shopping cart
You guys got in trouble bc you forgot money for the food you ordered and they called the cops
You guys ran away in every direction as Tom is legit running and pushing the shopping cart with Bill in it as fast as he can
Media eats this shit up
So many pictures of you guys drunk and wasted but somehow still managing to do some stupid shit
You guys get scolded so many times but continue to do it
#tokio hotel georg#gustav tokio hotel#tokio hotel imagine#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel#tom kaulitz imagines#tom kaulitz#tom kaulitz x reader#bill kualitz x reader#bill kaulitz imagines#bill kaulitz x reader#reader insert#gustav schäfer x reader#gustav schäfer#gustav schafer#georg listing x reader#georg listing
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A New Feeling
Fred Weasley x F!Reader
Plot: An accidental trip to the newest department at the Ministry leaves Fred Weasley with a new feeling and wanting for more.
Genre: PG-13
A/N: Felt like writing something on a whim. Here's to new beginnings and fresh starts! Hope you enjoyed and thanks for the support!
"Why are we even here George?" Fred bemoans as he unwillingly drags his feet behind his twin.
"Hey, I don't like this any more than you do." George stares at him accusingly. "But we have to submit these permits on time if we want to expand the shop." George sighs. "It's the sacrifice of spreading joy."
They squeeze themselves into the elevator with the other Ministry employees, the metal box taking them down to the lobby.
George throws a hand forward to block his twin as Fred is about to step out.
"What gives?"
"I don't think you need to meet Monty. Especially not when you purposely gave him a fire breathing candy that nearly burned half his insides. We need this permit."
"That's because he's a git." Fred rolls his eyes as he sees the mentioned employee entering the office. "He was harassing the witches at the shop! What was I supposed to do?"
"Fine! Just be somewhere else. I'll let you know when I'm done." George coaxes him before leaving to persuade Monty to expand Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Perhaps it was for the best. George was always better at business talk with important wizards and witches.
Making himself sparse, Fred ambles down the hallways that were bustling with Ministry employees from various departments. He finds himself at the end of the many rooms and sees a lone ancient door tucked near the emergency staircase. That's strange. Fred's been here a couple of times but he has never seen that door, or what was behind him.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Fred takes long strides to the mystery door and finally gets a clue of what is behind it. In bold, it read: Ministry of Magic Library and Archives.
Fred turns the knob and the door disappears momentarily, allowing him to step inside.
It felt like he had entered a different realm. Bookcases towered over him as he walked deeper into the library. The number of books was a never ending maze. The smell of old pages demanded patrons to show respect to the sacred place.
"Hello!"
Fred jumps slightly and bumps into an employee who stares at him curiously.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The employee chuckles. Fred can't help but to not notice the scent of strawberry wafting through the air. "How can I help you?"
Fred is rooted to the ground and for the first time, speechless. Her smile was infectious and the sunflower yellow robes seemed to magnify her beauty by miles.
"Well... I'm just... uh... waiting for my brother. I decided to explore the level." Fred explains. "This is new." He waves a hand around the library.
"You're sharp." She remarks and Fred feels oddly proud. "The library and archive room just opened six months ago. After the war, the Ministry felt that it was important to preserve the history and remember what everyone fought for." She leads Fred further in and his footsteps no longer feel heavy. "We have books on different subjects and from all over the world. Minister Shacklebolt felt it was important to learn from our counterparts."
They stop at the fifth shelve and with a wave of her wand, a book floats down.
"And by all subjects, we mean everything." She passes Fred a book titled 'Potions and Pranks by Momo Kohuro'. "Mahoutokoro certainly had a knack for producing students extremely proficient in potions. I think you would have liked it there."
"You know me?" Fred says dumbly.
"Of course." She smiles. "I just thought you have enough attention for the day- entire lifetime actually. I didn't want to freak you out." She refers to the wizards and witches who are unabashedly staring at their conversation.
"You and your family were very brave."
Fred's pride had grown exponentially and he had no idea how he should continue without looking like a fool.
"Um, do you think you could show me around the rest of the library? And maybe help me check out this book?"
She nods and leads him around the library and archive room until closing time.
"Thanks. I really enjoyed it."
"I hope I didn't bore you with my incessant talking. I just really like working here. Thanks for being such an amazing guest." She beams and his heart skips a beat.
"Come back anytime."
Fred leaves the library and heads back to the lobby where George is impatiently waiting for him.
"There you are! I thought you fell down the toilet. What took you so long?"
"Just got lost." Fred says simply, his brother's veiled insult flying over his head. George doesn't question Fred's odd behavior.
"We got the permit! But Monty wants us to both sign the papers even though I clearly know my signature would suffice." George purses his lips. "Maybe you were right about Monty being a stuffy old git."
"Uh huh." Fred says absentmindedly.
"Okay, that does it. What have you done with my brother?"
"Nothing! We can come down tomorrow right?" Fred asks.
"Tomorrow is a Saturday." George deadpans. "Tell me what the hell happened while I was away!"
Fred speed walks to the exit with his twin determined and hot on his heels. "Come on, we need to get back for stock taking."
"Not until you tell me what happened!"
The scent of strawberry still clouds his mind. Fred makes a mental note to get her name when he drops by the library tomorrow.
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“i just wanted to make sure you’re ok” with lockwood x reader xx
The recent case you’ve been assigned made you -in light terminology- a little worse for wear. As you’d often found yourself hunched in the library with every last bit of evidence you had at your disposal, spread across on the table before you neatly; for optimal reading but yet for some reason you found yourself retracting minor headaches each time you tried to piece together all the necessary information.
You always liked to be furrow with your cases, no matter if what you were up against was a type 1 or type 2, which is why you would sometimes search out George so you could go over everything together, just to make sure that what you were going up against was what the information was alluding to in the odd chance that there could potentially be more then one apparition at play.
However you always came prepared when you felt that what you, Lockwood, Lucy and George were taking on were a lot more then any of you could handle thanks in due to previous instances where Lockwood would take on cases a little too above your pay grade and expertise. You knew he was ambitious in making it big and would willingly put himself headfirst into all that madness in the hopes of coming out the other side victorious but it was qualities like those that would get anyone killed, no matter how skilled of an agent they were.
Lost within your train of thought, you hadn’t notice Lockwood peak his head into the library when he spotted the door had been left ajar and once he caught sight of your distressed features; he allowed himself entry but still had enough common curtesy to knock his fist against the door to alert you of his presence. You jolted a little bit but calmed down once you noticed it was just Lockwood. “Hey.” You say, rubbing away the exhaustion from your eyes as your brain became too tired to come up with a better way of greeting your boss and friend.
“Hey yourself,” Lockwood started, his brows furrowed when he noted the exhaustion exuding from your being as he began to ponder how long were you in here for to get this overexerted. “Are you alright? Have you been eating and giving yourself breaks in between research?” He asked but he already knew the answers to all this as the evidence were clear as crystal, shining bright enough enough for anyone to see that you were far from okay.
“What? Why would you ask that Lockwood, I’m-“ you cut yourself off when you felt a yawn at the back of your throat, “I’m fine, just doing some last minute rereading of everything before our big case tomorrow.” You told him as your eyes left his to look back at the table of information, believing the conversation to be done and dusted, just as you were about to look over another piece of information, only for it to be snatched away from you.
“Hey!” You exclaimed, looking to Lockwood who was withholding the paper you were intending to read. “You’ve done enough for us, it’s time to put it to rest for now and for you to catch up on the sleep you’ve clearly missed.” He told you but before you could open your mouth to defend yourself he adds, “there’s no harm in double checking the resources but please don’t sacrifice your well-being in doing so.” He pleads to you as he knelt next to the chair you were sat on and grabbed your hand in his. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay but I can’t do that if you pushing yourself to the brink of exhaustion.”
Your frustration visibly fades at Lockwood’s sincere words and the fatigue you’ve been repressing finally came to the surface. “Okay, I might’ve gone a bit overboard but I just wanted-“ Lockwood shushes you as he brought you up to your feet, “I know.” He tells you before leading you out of the library and towards the kitchen for a late night tea which sent you to sleep almost instantly, causing him to smile when he saw your face smushed against the thinking cloth before carrying you to bed where he tucked you in comfortably, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.
“Sleep well because you’ve more then earned it.”
#lockwood imagine#lockwood imagines#lockwood x reader#lockwood x you#anthony lockwood imagines#anthony lockwood imagine#anthony lockwood x reader#anthony lockwood x you#lockwood and co imagines#lockwood and co x reader#lockwood and co x you#lockwood and co imagine
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say my name and everything just stops || George Weasley
Title: say my name and everything just stops
Pairing: George x Reader
Summary: George didn’t expect being fake engaged to the love of his life whose heart he broke would be this easy. But as they put their plan into action, he’s surprised at how seamlessly she fits into his life. It feels as if no time has passed as they settle into a routine, and it feels like she was always meant to be there by his side. It’s hard to keep a grasp on the original goal, when all he can think about is how much he’s already dreading having to say goodbye. But as a new scheme starts to come together in his head, there may be a way for George to get everything that he wants.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, a scene takes place at a bar and one mention of a hangover!
A/N: part 2 of hockey!george is here! I did a bit of restructuring to this part and the next, but I’m very happy with the way the story is coming together! As always feedback is welcome! <3
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“Thank you again for doing this,” George says for what feels like the millionth time today. But it still doesn’t feel like enough. Y/N has upended her entire life for him, and he still has no idea why she agreed to this whole charade.
After spending a few days in Washington to figure out some of the logistics of Y/N moving, which included George getting on his knees to beg Fred to take over her lessons at the rink, they’re finally back in Chicago. Thankfully Y/N’s actual job in marketing is remote, and George already arranged to have a desk and whatever else she may need delivered sometime this week.
He had his assistant stock the apartment with all of the things Y/N used to love, including her favorite snacks and several fuzzy blankets, and he signed the contract for Y/N’s car service this morning before they got on the plane. George has even already added her to his Amex account, and the black card with her name on it should be here any day now.
George has money to spend, and there’s no one else he’d rather spoil than Y/N.
”You really can stop saying that,” Y/N reminds him as she follows him through the front door. “It was cute at first, but now it’s just kind of annoying.”
”Sorry, I know. You’ve had to sacrifice way more than me for this stupid arrangement and I feel bad that I’ve basically uprooted your life. I don’t deserve any of the shit you’re doing for me and I just wanna make sure you know how much I appreciate it.”
”George, it’s really okay. I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t want to be here.”
In all honesty, Y/N feels a little guilty over how accommodating George has been. She’s not really here to help him out, but to figure out whether her life has become the plot of a book and she’s about to get her second chance at love or if she’s about to break her own heart. Either way, she’s not here out of the goodness of her heart, and George’s kindness is undeserved.
“Right, okay,” George gives Y/N a grin, before motioning for her to follow him. “I had my assistant clear some of my stuff out of the dresser and closet so there should be plenty of room for your things,” he explains as he leads Y/N down the hall towards his bedroom. “This space is ours now, and I want you to feel like it is too.”
As soon as they step through the door Y/N is hit with the scent of him and it nearly knocks her on her ass. Because George still uses the same cologne he did in high school, and it reminds her of home. She used to steal the bottle when he went away for games, covering her bed in it so it would feel like he was there with her at night. Now she’ll be surrounded by that scent 24/7 and she’s not sure her heart is ready for that.
George drags the suitcase he’d been rolling into his closet disappearing for a second before he pops back out. “I only have a one bedroom, I uh, never really thought about having to share my space with someone,” he admits sheepishly. “But you can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Y/N shakes her head. “No, George, I’m not taking your bed. The season’s about to start, you need to be well rested and there’s no way sleeping on a couch for weeks will be sufficient.” She gives him an appraising look, taking in his broad frame. George has always been big, but time has done him well and his build has really filled out.
“Besides, I don’t think there’s a couch in this world big enough to fit all of you,” she continues, and Y/N can feel the blush creeping up on her cheeks. “You stay in your bed, I can sleep on the couch.”
”Absolutely not,” George insists, taking a step closer to her. “You’re my guest, and I’m not going to have you sleeping on the couch.”
Y/N bites her lip, already regretting what she’s about to suggest. “Well then if you’re not going to let me sleep on the couch and I’m not going to let you sleep on the couch, we’ll just have to share the bed.”
Her suggestion takes George by surprise, and his jaw clenches to keep it from dropping. He was already questioning whether he’d be able to survive sharing space with Y/N, but sharing a bed? His cock is rock hard at just the thought of smelling her shampoo on his pillow.
“Are you sure?” He manages to stutter out, running a hand through his hair.
“I mean it’s big enough,” she responds, gesturing towards the bed. It’s got to be King sized, with a thick black comforter that’s sure to reek of George that Y/N wants to wrap herself up in. “We’ll probably barely even touch.”
“As long as you’re fine with it, I am too,” George agrees. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
”It’ll be fine George,” Y/N lies, giving him a grin that she hopes is genuine.
Fake engaged to and sharing a bed with the man she loves that broke her heart? Yeah everything is definitely not fine.
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After a torturous first night together, Y/N thanks the heavens that George is up and out early for the first day of training camp the next morning. Because despite all of her reassurances yesterday, sharing a bed with George Weasley is the worst idea she ever had.
Despite the size of the bed, George is massive, and as soon as he laid down next to her she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. It doesn’t help that she was completely enveloped in his scent, and her pussy was throbbing with need from the moment she crawled under the blanket. It took her hours to fall asleep, her body rigid as George tossed and turned as well. It wasn’t until his breathing evened out that Y/N finally managed to close her eyes and relax.
Only for her to wake up a few hours later to George’s arm wrapping around her waist before he pulled her into his chest. Turns out all these years later he’s still a cuddler. Being back in his embrace was too intoxicating to deny, and Y/N laid awake for over an hour, just letting George hold her as his breath ghosted across her neck. It felt achingly familiar, and she didn’t want to give it up.
But she knew things would be awkward if George woke up to find her in his arms, so after getting her fill Y/N wiggled her way out of his hold. She stuffed a pillow into his chest for good measure, needing to keep his arms occupied so she didn’t find herself caught in his embrace again. Y/N doubts she would have had the willpower to pull away a second time.
Y/N is up and out of bed the second her alarm goes off, electing not to stay buried under the covers while she scrolls social media like she usually does. Just the smell of George has her wet and if she lays there for another moment Y/N knows she’ll have her hand down her pants, touching herself as she buries her nose in George’s pillow like a weirdo.
She wanders out to the kitchen, taking advantage of being alone so she can snoop around. Last night George had assured her that this is her space now too and she’s welcome to anything, but it felt weird going through his things with him around. Apart from finding where he keeps his dishes and a cursory look in the fridge for a drink Y/N didn’t do too much exploring.
So when she opens George’s pantry, she’s surprised to find it filled with all of the things she loves. A brand new box of her favorite cereal sits right next to the granola George puts in his yogurt in the morning, and her favorite chips and cookies are mixed in with the kinds that George prefers. It all feels so natural, and Y/N slams the door shut as she struggles to catch her breath.
Because fuck, this is the life she always imagined having with George, and none of it is real. This is the life Y/N has always wanted, and yet it’s still not really hers - something she has to remember. There’s a very real possibility that once George makes Captain they will go their separate ways for the last time, and she has to be prepared for that.
Deciding to avoid the pantry for now, Y/N wanders to the fridge and pulls out the things to make an omelet. She’s just starting to whisk the eggs and deciding whether she should work from the kitchen island or the couch when the doorbell rings. George hadn’t mentioned anyone stopping by, and Y/N remains cautious as she goes to open the door. Some part of her fears that some crazed fan or ex-lover of George’s will be waiting on the other side, but a sigh of relief leaves her body when she checks the peephole and it’s just a few delivery people.
No more Criminal Minds for her.
“Hi Mrs. Weasley,” one of the men greets when Y/N opens the door, and she’s too shocked to correct him. Her knees shake as she steps aside to let them in, her mind still focused on how good it felt to be called by George’s last name. “We’ve got the things your husband ordered, it shouldn’t take too long for us to set it all up.”
“Okay,” Y/N says hesitantly as the men start to bring a few boxes into the apartment. She’s a little unsure about letting these people in since George didn’t say anything about a delivery, but Y/N knows the security here is intense and they wouldn’t have been let into the building if there was something weird going on. “You know where everything is going?”
The first man nods, giving her a smile. “Yes, your husband was very clear when he placed the order a few days ago. We’ll be in and out so quickly you’ll barely even know we were here.”
Y/N nods, gesturing towards the kitchen as the men head towards the dining room. “Alright, well, if you need anything I’ll be in there.”
She shoots off a quick text to George as she walks, knowing she’s unlikely to get a response. But it makes her feel better that at least someone will know other people came into the apartment in the event that this really is an elaborate ruse to kidnap her.
Y/N: hey! Hope hockey stuff is good - just wanna let you know the delivery people are here setting up whatever you ordered
When a response doesn’t come through Y/N tucks her phone back into her pocket and refocuses her attention on breakfast. She’s just plating up her omelet and toast when the man from before appears in the kitchen.
“We’re all done here if you just want to take a look to make sure everything looks good before you confirm delivery.”
“Uh, sure,” Y/N agrees, following him into the other room.
When George gave her a tour last night the dining room had virtually nothing in it. There was some artwork on the walls, a small table with a few chairs with a fake plant tucked in the corner and a lamp in the other. Which made total sense to Y/N, since George lives alone and has an island with barstools for him to eat at, he hasn’t really needed a fully functioning dining space.
Which is why her jaw practically drops when the man leads her into the dining room. The small table is gone, and in its place is a gorgeous wooden desk with the softest looking chair Y/N has ever seen behind it. There’s two large bookcases against the back wall, and there’s a plush carpet covering the floor. Tears prick the corner of her eyes, and Y/N runs a hand along the glossy desk just to make sure it’s real.
“Does everything look okay?”
Y/N spins around to face the man who she forgot was even there. Swallowing the emotion crawling up her throat, she gives a curt nod. “Yeah, it’s perfect.”
The man gives her a smile and thrusts out a clipboard. “I just need a signature and then we’ll be out of your hair.”
She signs without even looking, her attention back on the office George created for her. After their breakup Y/N couldn’t fathom when her sweet, loving boyfriend turned into the heartless person that dumped her so carelessly. It’s just starting to hit her that maybe the George she knew wasn’t really gone after all, just hidden behind a facade.
Once the door shuts behind the delivery crew Y/N makes her way behind the desk, sinking back into the plush chair. Her apartment back home isn’t big enough for her to have a dedicated office space and she often works from her kitchen table or couch, and Y/N had been totally fine with doing the same at George’s. So the fact that he’s gone and made Y/N her own space in his apartment has her heart pounding in her chest.
She fires off another text to George.
Y/N: the delivery people just left and holy shit, George. You really didn’t need to do this for me. I love it, thank you.
They must be on a break, because a few minutes later as Y/N is opening her laptop to start working George responds.
George: ah shit, sorry, i totally forgot to mention the delivery last night.
George: we can go out and get different artwork or decorations or whatever. I meant what i said last night, this is our space now and i want you to feel at home
George: and i know i didnt need to, i wanted to :)
She’s already starting to fall back in love with George Weasley, and Y/N is not sure she’ll be able to stop.
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Things get easier to navigate as the week goes on.
That first night when George got home from training camp it had been awkward, neither of them really sure how to navigate this interesting relationship. On one hand, they’re technically engaged and it should be expected for them to act somewhat like a couple while at home. But on the other hand, they haven’t been around each other in years and it kind of felt like two strangers living under the same roof.
But they slowly started to get into a routine. George is always up first, and before he leaves for camp he puts on a fresh pot of coffee so it’s still warm and fresh by the time Y/N gets up too. They usually text throughout the day whenever George has the chance, discussing what to do for dinner or to just share something about their day. George gets home at 4 everyday, and Y/N has a protein shake waiting for him on the counter while she finishes up with work. Then they cook dinner together, moving around the kitchen effortlessly while they talk about their days.
Dinner is always eaten in the living room while they watch something on TV. George cleans up the kitchen while Y/N empties his hockey bag, throwing his sweaty gear into the washing machine before repacking his bag with fresh athletic gear and a clean practice jersey. They get ready for bed together, standing at the his and hers sinks in the bathroom as they brush their teeth. George is usually the first to fall asleep, and Y/N will read or scroll on her phone until she too goes to bed, and then they wake up in the morning to do it all over again.
George didn’t think they’d fall into a routine so easily, but he’s been pleasantly surprised so far. He finds that every night after a long day of camp he’s looking forward to seeing Y/N at home, and the little texts they exchange during his breaks have become his favorite part of the day. Even falling asleep next to her has become second nature, and George will never get tired of the fact that his bed has started to smell like the both of them.
He figured it would be an adjustment, having someone else and their stuff in a space that has always been just his. But George loves seeing the touches of herself that Y/N has started to leave around the apartment. It’s always a thrill when he enters the closet and her clothes are hanging up next to his. He loves the rumpled blanket she always leaves on the couch, and the sight of her coffee mug in the sink next to his in the afternoon always makes him happy.
They’re living the life George always wanted, and he’s already dreading the day it comes to an end. But the inevitable heartbreak is worth it to see the way Y/N lights up when he gets home in the afternoon.
“What’s got you in such a good mood, Weasel,” Thomas, the Rebel’s goalie, states as he slides into the seat across from George.
They’re on break for lunch, and George was taking advantage of the opportunity to text Y/N back.
“Yeah, you’ve been a lot more smiley, Weasel,” Adam, a defenseman, adds as he sits next to George.
“What? Is it a fucking crime to be happy?” George asks with an eyeroll.
Before he has a chance to even react Thomas is reaching over and snatching George’s phone out of his hand. “No it’s not a crime,” he starts, scrolling through the texts on George’s phone. “But I’m sure it has something to do with Y/N and why she’s asking you what you want for dinner tonight.”
“Fuck you,” George grumbles as he grabs his phone back, and he can feel the flush on his cheeks. He knows that the whole point of Y/N being his fake fiance is so he can show everyone how responsible he is, and in order to do that people have to know about her. But a part of George was hoping to keep Y/N to himself for just a little bit longer.
“Weasel’s got a girlfriend!” Adam exclaims, ruffling George’s hair. “You’ve been holding out on us George, when the fuck did that happen? Who is she? Where’d you meet?”
“Yeah, give us all the details George, you owe it to us,” Thomas adds.
“You two are worse than a couple of school girls for christ sake.” George takes a sip of his water, needing a second to compose himself. “It happened during the off season. I went back home for a bit, you know, to see the family and everything. Y/N and I dated before I was in the league and we reconnected. We didn’t want to be apart when I had to come back for the season so she moved in with me.”
“Holy fuck, look how red his cheeks are,” Thomas teases. “Our little Weasel’s in love.”
“Little lover boy,” Adam joins in, ruffling George’s hair again. “Fucking finally, Jenny has been dying for you to get a girlfriend, she said her and Olivia need a new drinking buddy.”
“Hell yeah, bring Y/N to team drinks tonight,” Thomas suggests with a grin. “You can’t keep her from us forever, and Olivia will castrate me if she finds out you have a girlfriend and I didn’t try to get you to bring her out.”
George huffs, thinking it over. They have a day off tomorrow, and he was kind of looking forward to doing nothing but hanging out on the couch with Y/N. But introducing her to the team and their partners is probably the most natural way for him being in a relationship to get back to Coach, and that’s the whole reason Y/N is here in the first place.
“Alright fine,” he relents, causing the other men to cheer. “But you fuckers are on a short leash, you hear me? Say any weird shit and we’re gone.”
“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Adam promises, placing a hand on his heart. “Scout’s honor.”
“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it.”
-
“Are you sure I look okay?” Y/N asks again, pausing just outside the entrance to the bar.
It physically pains George to look her over, because the pair of jeans clinging to Y/N are so tight they look like they’ve been painted on and it’s taking all of his willpower and thoughts of his grandmother naked to keep him from popping a boner. The fabric showcases every single curve on her, and all he wants to do is plant one hand on her ass while the other grips the back of her neck as he kisses her senseless.
But he can’t do that, so he settles for grabbing her hands to stop the way she tugs at the hem of her shirt. It’s just barely too short, letting a sliver of skin peek between the top of her jeans and the bottom of the shirt, and Y/N has been tugging on it constantly. As if another few inches of fabric will suddenly unravel and cover her completely.
“For the millionth time, you look incredible, baby,” George reassures her, taking too much pride in the way her cheeks flush. “You have nothing to be nervous about, Y/N. This is just a casual hang out with my friends.”
“I know, I know. You’re right,” Y/N agrees. George intertwines their fingers, squeezing her hands and it sends butterflies fluttering through her tummy. “I just want your friends to like me, and I don’t want to fuck up this whole fake fiancé thing.”
George can feel the cool band of Y/N’s engagement ring pressing into his skin, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t send a thrill through his body. He thought it would be strange, seeing the ring on her finger knowing that he’s the one who put it there. But every time he gets a glimpse of the diamond it feels like it has always been there, a feeling which George has carefully boxed up and stuffed to the back of his mind.
“You have nothing to worry about,” George soothes, releasing one of Y/N’s hands so he can pull her behind as he pushes through the door to the bar. “All I told the guy’s is that you and I dated when we were younger and reconnected when I went home during the off season. Technically none of that is a lie.”
Y/N nods in agreement as George drags her into Maynards. Except for the rowdy crowd in the corner that is very clearly George’s teammates, it’s practically empty and she feels some of her nerves drift away. Pretending in front of people George knows is one thing, but having to put that facade up in front of fans with phones is a whole nother story. On the drive over George had explained that Maynards was the team’s go to spot because it’s close to the arena, but is so dingy and outdated that not too many people come in. The boy’s like the anonymity that Maynards provides, and it’s often the place they go when they just want to hang out for the night and spend some time together.
Y/N feels honored to be let into that special club.
It’s one of the guy’s girlfriends that notices them first, and the rest of Y/N’s nerves float away at the look of pure joy that crosses the stranger’s face.
“Holy fuck, Thomas wasn’t lying!” The girl shouts excitedly, causing the few people standing with them to turn and look their way. She abandons her boyfriend, bounding over with her arms stretched out for a hug.
Except much to Y/N’s surprise she walks right past George, wrapping her arms around Y/N instead. “I’m Olivia, it’s so nice to meet you.”
Y/N returns Olivia’s hug with the arm that isn’t attached to the hand George is still holding on to, returning the tight squeeze. “It’s nice to finally meet you, George has told me so much about you.”
Which isn’t a total lie, from the time George got home until they reached the bar he’d given her a brief run down on everyone she’d be meeting tonight. He’d spent the most time talking about Thomas, Adam and their girlfriends, since they are who he’s closest with on the team and who he spends the most time with off the ice.
“Well he’s told us absolutely nothing about you, so we’ve got a ton of catching up to do.” Olivia releases Y/N from her embrace, grabbing her hand instead. Except as she starts to drag her away, George keeps his own grip on Y/N tight, catching her in the middle.
“Y/N is my date, Olivia, you just can’t steal her,” George huffs, pouting at them.
Olivia rolls her eyes, clearly used to George’s antics. “Sharing is caring, Georgie,” she mocks, tugging on Y/N so George has no choice but to release her hand. “You’ll get her back, I promise.”
Before she disappears into the crowd with Olivia, Y/N shoots George a reassuring smile over her shoulder, a silent signal not to worry about her.
If only she knew that George’s reluctance to let her go has nothing to do with worry, but his overwhelming need to feel her hand in his.
-
“So what was Weasel like back in high school? Was he always such a little shit?” Thomas asks with a grin.
They’ve been at the bar for a few hours, and despite her initial nerves, Y/N is actually having fun. Olivia had dragged her over to where Jenny, Adam’s girlfriend, and some of the other player’s partners were huddled together and it was as if they were old friends. After a few margaritas and getting to know each other the guys had wandered over. George had immediately wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing Y/N in close so her back was pressed to his front. That’s where she stayed as his friends asked her what felt like a million questions about George.
“Weasel?” she responds, wrinkling her nose. Y/N tilts her head back so she can look up at George. “That’s what they call you? I’m ashamed, it’s not very creative. Woody was way better.”
George’s cheeks immediately flush at the reminder of his old nickname, causing Thomas and Adam to whoop in laughter. “You’re a little menace, you know that?” he murmurs in her ear, squeezing her waist.
“Woody? Now that’s a story I want to hear,” Adam says, his eyes lit with excitement.
Y/N goes to tell the story, but before she can even utter a word George claps his free hand over her mouth, muffling her words. “No, nope. I will not let you hooligans rope my fiancé into your shenanigans.”
Everyone around them goes silent. When Olivia had referred to Y/N as George’s girlfriend earlier she didn’t correct her, figuring there was a reason why he hadn’t told his friends about the engagement. So she went right along with it, keeping her left hand tucked into her pocket as much as possible.
“I’m sorry, did you say fiancé?” Jenny asks, her voice loud enough to draw looks from those around them.
“Um. Surprise?” George responds sheepishly, dropping the hand he has over Y/N’s mouth to grab her left hand instead. He lifts it up to show everyone the ring, and even in the dim light of the bar the diamond shines.
“Oh my god! Congratulations!” Olivia shouts as Jenny giggles, and the girls take Y/N’s hand from George so they can examine the ring more closely.
“Damn, Weasel. You’ve broken the hearts of female hockey fans all over the country,” Adam teases, clapping George on the shoulder. “No wonder you’ve been in such a fantastic mood lately. Congrats.”
Thomas winks at George. “Yeah, congratulations or whatever, but let’s get back to the conversation.” His eyes sheen with mischief and George lets out a groan. “Why the fuck did they call you Woody?”
The girls dissolve into a fit of giggles as Y/N looks up at George for approval. But when he gives her a pleading look all Y/N does is wink before she refocuses her attention back on the group and launches into the story.
“Well you see, it all started back when we were in high school, and George was away with the junior team for the first time.”
George tunes out the rest of the story, not needing to listen as Y/N recounts the story of how he got caught jerking off in his hotel room the night before his first game in the junior league. Instead he focuses on the bright smile on her face, and how the people he cares about most react to her. He can already tell that Jenny and Olivia have accepted Y/N as one of their own, and he knows she has Adam and Thomas’ stamp of approval too.
Y/N fits into their group flawlessly and it makes his chest feel warm. George tightens his grip on her waist, and he never wants to let her go.
-
They spend a large part of the next day on the couch. Y/N is too hungover to move and George wants to be wherever she is. With each of their heads at one end of the couch their legs are intertwined in the middle, both of them content to just watch movies and eat snacks all day. It isn’t until the sun is starting to get lower in the sky that George finally speaks.
“We should go out somewhere for dinner tonight.”
Y/N raises an eyebrow as she raises her eyes to meet his. “You suddenly get bit by the going out bug?” she teases.
George chuckles. “No, I’d much rather lay around all day with you. But if we want people to believe we’re engaged we should probably be seen out and about together.”
At least that’s the excuse he’s come up with. In reality last night he started to come to the realization that he doesn’t want this engagement to be fake. Y/N had fallen asleep as soon as they crawled in bed but George had laid awake watching her closely as he reflected on the night and the last several years.
Because being at that bar with Y/N is the happiest he’d been in a long time, and when he really thought about it, the last time he remembers being truly happy was before he ended things with Y/N. Even the day he was drafted and his first game in the NHL didn’t come close to being his happiest memory, because she wasn’t there with him.
So George made a decision last night. Fuck being named Captain, his one and only goal is to make Y/N fall in love with him again. That way he can marry her for real, and he never has to think about what life will be like without her by his side. He’d stayed awake for hours formulating a plan, and this is just step one.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Y/N agrees. “But nowhere fancy, okay? I still feel like shit. You weren’t kidding, Olivia and Jenny go hard.”
George agrees to her stipulation, and he finds himself returning the grin on Y/N’s face. Operation Get Y/N to fall in love is officially a go.
-
“Remember that time at Rosie’s when Fred made you laugh so hard milkshake came out of your nose?”
George attempts to laugh at the memory, choking on the sip of milkshake he’s just taken. “Oh god, don’t remind me,” he spits out once his coughing calms down. “I smelled vanilla for weeks after that.”
Y/N giggles at the grimace on George’s face as she settles back into the booth. To comply with her request not to go anywhere fancy, they’re at a dingy dinner a few blocks from the apartment that George swore has the best milkshakes in all of Chicago. And as Y/N takes a sip of hers, she can’t help but agree.
“That was also the first time we held hands,” Y/N reminds him, blush coating her cheeks. They were twelve and George had been so embarrassed that Y/N had reached out to squeeze his hand and he never let go. Two weeks later they went on their first date, and a week after that they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
“I was so nervous that I threw up when I got home,” George admits with a grin. “I told Fred it was because I could still feel milkshake dripping out of my nose, but really it was because the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen had held my hand.”
He lays his arm across the table, palm up in invitation. Without a moment of hesitation Y/N places her hand in George’s and a shiver runs up her spine when he grasps her fingers. George brushes his fingers over her knuckles, and they sit in silence as George looks at their intertwined hands and she looks at him.
“What happened, George?” Y/N asks suddenly, her voice shaky. “I thought things were going so well and then suddenly they weren’t.”
“I was scared,” he admits after a few moments of silence, still refusing to meet her gaze. “I always knew the NHL was my future, but getting that call, that Chicago was going to offer me a rookie contract, scared the shit out of me. I still had two years until they were going to call me up, and so much could have happened. They could have decided to drop me, or I could have had a career ending injury. And I had no Plan B. Hockey came first, my grades were barely passable and I had no passion for anything else. Without the NHL I would be nothing, and I couldn’t burden you like that. I figured letting you go so you could find someone worthy of your love was better than dragging you down with me.”
“George,” Y/N whispers, at a loss for what to say. Her heart aches in her chest, because George may have been the one to break them, but Y/N didn’t fight hard enough to save them. She knew something was wrong with George, and that he hadn’t suddenly become a heartless asshole after nearly ten years together. Y/N wishes she had stayed that day, refused to leave until George talked to her about what was really going on.
Maybe if she had the engagement ring on her finger would be real, and it would have saved them both years of pain and longing.
Before she can say anything else the waitress is back with their food, and they pull apart as she places the plates down in front of them. She’s gone in another instant, and even though everything smells and looks amazing, Y/N has suddenly lost her appetite.
-
The next morning there are pictures of them all over social media, with several different sports sites publishing articles about how hockey’s hottest bachelor is officially off the market. Y/N hadn’t even noticed people taking their photo, but she’s glad that they all seem to have been taken before things got awkward. In each photo they’re both smiling, and there’s even a few where you can clearly see a blush outlined on George’s cheeks.
They actually look in love, and it makes Y/N feel sick.
Things were weird between them the rest of the night and George was up and out of the house to head to camp before Y/N was awake. Her only shred of hope has been the fact that George had still left a fresh pot of coffee for her. Maybe this whole thing isn’t over before it really even got started.
Because Y/N has decided it’s time to stop playing the long game and merely hoping that this whole thing ends with her and George together for real. Y/N is going to get George Weasley to fall in love with her again even if it kills her. After his confession yesterday, Y/N knows now more than ever that George is the man she is supposed to end up with, and she is not going to give him up again without a fight.
Will she ever forget how he had hurt her that day? Of course not.
But what matters is that she’s forgiven him, and she’s ready to show George that what they have now can be real.
She barely focuses on work all day, formulating a plan and figuring out her next steps. By the time George gets home that afternoon, his usual protein shake is waiting and Y/N is ready. Operation get George Weasley to fall in love with her is a go.
-
Y/N decides to make her move that night when they’re in bed. The awkwardness between them had started to fade as they fell into their evening routine, and by the time they were eating dinner on the couch together they were laughing and joking around again. While they hadn’t talked about what George said at the diner, it seemed they had come to a silent agreement to leave the past in the past and to keep moving forward.
With only one week of training camp left before preseason starts, the focus of camp has shifted from running drills to starting to run plays, so when Y/N crawls into bed that night George is still awake, sitting up against the headboard as he reviews his book of plays.
She mirrors his position, keeping only a few inches of space between them as she starts to read her romance novel. Y/N keeps glancing at George out of the corner of her eye, not really paying attention to the words on the page. After a few minutes she gives up, huffing as she shuts her book before angling her body to face George.
“I’ve been thinking,” she trails off, waiting for George to give her his full attention.
“That can’t be good,” he jests, placing his playbook on the nightstand before he turns to face her as well. “What’s been going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile on her face. “Well I saw all the pictures of us people were posting this morning, and I was thinking about that family skate thing and the team dinner you were talking about and how if we’re going to be out and around people, there’s probably certain things they are going to expect from us.”
“Like?” George asks, urging her to continue.
“Like PDA things,” she explains, swallowing the nerves threatening to creep up her throat. “Holding hands, touching, cuddling. Kissing.”
“Oh,” George murmurs, his cheeks turning pink. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“So I was thinking maybe we should practice. Doing all of that stuff. That way when we’re in front of people it doesn’t look weird or awkward. It looks like something we do all the time.” When George doesn’t say anything Y/N feels her stomach drop, and embarrassment flushes her cheeks. “Nevermind, forget I said anything,” she dismisses, kicking herself for even bringing it up.
But before she can turn her back to George and pretend to sleep he grabs her wrist, using his grip to pull Y/N even closer. “Sorry, I was just processing. You’re right. No one will believe we’re engaged if we look like two chickens pecking at each other when we try to kiss or if you flinch every time I touch your ass.”
Without giving her a chance to respond George grips the back of Y/N’s neck, pulling her into a kiss as his other arm wraps around her waist. There’s no hesitation as they kiss for the first time in years, and Y/N feels fireworks as George’s mouth melds against hers.
George breaks their kiss for a moment, muttering a quiet fuck before he’s kissing her again with more force. Angling her head back, George deepens the kiss and Y/N moans as he nips at her bottom lip. She shivers as his tongue soothes the sharp pain before letting him lick into her mouth.
Next thing she knows George is pulling her closer, dragging her so she’s straddling his lap. Her own hands grip his shoulders as George massages the back of her neck, his other hand wandering down to cup her ass. He drags her even closer, and they both let out a gasp as his hard cock presses between her thighs, nestled just where she needs him most.
As Y/N rocks against him, moaning as his cock nudges her throbbing clit, the reality that they are about to cross a line that they will never be able to come back from hits them both. In the blink of an eye Y/N is back on her side of the bed, hair tousled from George’s grip and her breathing heavy. She spares a glance at George, happy to find that he looks just as affected.
“So I think that was enough practice, yeah?” George doesn’t even wait for Y/N’s response before he’s up and out of bed, one hand trying to cover the tent in his sweatpants as he rushes into the bathroom. A second after the door closes Y/N hears the shower turn on, and she can’t help but slip a hand under her sleep shorts.
Phase one complete.
-
They haven’t kissed again since that first night early in the week, but much to both of their delight, physical touch starts to become a regular part of their relationship. When they’re out in public George doesn’t hesitate to grab Y/N’s hand, and he often keeps a hand on her lower back to guide her. Now when George gets home he seeks her out, sometimes content to rub her shoulders as she works, sometimes so desperate to feel her close that he hauls her from the chair into a hug. While they cook dinner together they’re constantly brushing against one another, and Y/N is practically in George’s lap while they eat.
The space they try to keep in bed at night has been completely erased, with George refusing to fall asleep until Y/N is wrapped in his arms. Her plan is working even better than she could have imagined and she can’t wait to show off their new found closeness tonight at the Rebel’s family skate.
Training camp is officially over, and every year to celebrate the team hosts a family skate night. The guys get to bring their wives or girlfriends and their kids, and everyone just gets to have fun together on the ice before the craziness of the season starts to take over. Preseason starts next week, and after the first game at home on Tuesday, the team will be gone for the better part of the next three weeks. Which makes tonight at open skate and tomorrow’s team dinner Y/N’s last chances to really get close to George before they are apart again.
“When do you think is the last time we skated together?” George asks as he steps out onto the ice, holding his hands out so he can help Y/N enter the rink.
In years past George never really cared for family skates considering the fact that he never really had anyone to bring with him, but he’s been looking forward to this all week. Not only did he and Y/N meet on the ice, but ice skating was their first date, making this the perfect next step in his plan to get her to fall in love with him again.
Y/N thinks about it as she grabs George’s hands and joins him. “Probably a family skate back when you were in the juniors. You used to have to bribe me with kisses to get on the ice.”
George keeps Y/N’s hands in his, starting to slowly skate backwards, pulling her along. “Mmm, that reminds me.” He pulls her in closer, leaning down and kissing her briefly. “Thank you for skating with me.”
She knows it’s for show, but it makes her heart rate pick up anyway. “You’re welcome. But I think I deserve one more kiss for being so brave.”
“Y/N, you can have as many kisses as you want,” George murmurs as he leans down before pressing their lips together again.
Their kiss is much longer this time, and Y/N is just about to open her mouth for George’s tongue when someone skates by, stopping sharply to spray them with ice.
“Adam, fuck you,” George growls as they pull apart, glaring at the other man as he skates away.
Y/N laughs, pushing George away to put some distance between them. There are children present after all. “You look so cute when you’re mad.”
“Only when I’m mad?” George pouts playfully, bringing his attention back to her.
“Nah, you’re cute all the time,” she reassures him, momentarily releasing one of his hands so she can boop him on the nose. The smile that graces his lips takes her breath away, and Y/N tilts her chin, silently requesting another kiss.
George immediately obliges, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss. It’s over far too quickly for Y/N’s liking, but George keeps her close as they continue to skate around the rink. It’s nice, just being there with him, and Y/N lets her gaze wander around as they move.
It’s funny, watching these guys who are so big and broad glide around with their kids. The ones who are too young to skate are just being held in their dad’s arms, bundled up in little snowsuits. There’s a few toddlers too, wearing little skates and a tiny version of their dad’s jersey as they’re guided along the ice. Some of the kids are even old enough to hold sticks, and they’re skating around passing pucks with their fathers before taking turns shooting on the goal.
It hits Y/N then, that if this all works out that could be her and George next year. A tiny baby in his big broad arms, wearing a jersey that says Daddy across the back with George’s number underneath it. A few of the wives have custom jerseys as well, with Mrs. Last name embroidered on the back and their husband’s number underneath. She’s sure that George would insist on her having one too.
Y/N’s attention refocuses on George as they slow and they come to a stop in front of the home bench, where George’s coach is tightening up his daughter’s skates. George wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling her back into his chest.
“Coach,” he greets when the other man turns and acknowledges them. “I just wanted to introduce you to my fiancé, Y/N.”
“Daniel Morris.” His voice is gruff, and Y/N takes the hand he offers, giving it a brief shake. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman who’s lit a fire under this ogre’s ass,” he teases with a grin. “Weasley has been playing his best these past few weeks, and we have you to thank.”
“Oh well, I don’t know about that,” Y/N brushes off, hoping the pink tint on her cheeks can be blamed on the cold. “But thank you. It’s nice to meet the guy George is always bitching about.”
Morris lets out a loud laugh, grabbing the attention of almost every single player out on the ice. “I like her George, you better keep this one around.”
“Oh trust me, Coach,” George starts with a grin, flicking his gaze down to Y/N. “I intend to.”
And that’s the truth.
-
“God I’m so sore,” Y/N moans as she crawls into bed that night, flopping down onto the pillows. “I don’t know how you do that every day. I barely did anything and my body aches like I just climbed Mount Everest.”
George shakes his head as he chuckles and he rubs a comforting hand down Y/N’s back. “Years and years of conditioning, baby. Where did you think all these muscles came from?” He flexes, causing Y/N to laugh.
“I do love your hockey butt,” she teases, giving George a wink.
“And I love your regular butt,” he responds, playfully giving it a slap. “C’mere, let me make you feel better.”
George maneuvers her so they’re cuddled close, one of Y/N’s legs slung over his hips with her chest pressed against his own. She presses her face into the crook of his neck, and a shiver wracks through his body when she kisses the sensitive skin there. George starts to rub circles into the tight muscles of her back, his fingers applying just enough pressure to work the kinks out without hurting her.
“Feel good?” he asks after a few moments, and Y/N lets out a moan of appreciation. “Good,” he murmurs as his hand starts to trail down her back. He pauses for a moment on the curve of her ass, digging his fingers in for a moment before continuing down to the thigh he has slung over his hips. George repeats the same motions as he did on her back, working out the muscles of her thighs.
George threads his free hand through the hair on the back of Y/N’s head and he slowly starts to scratch at her scalp. The gentleness of George’s simple intimacy brings tears to her eyes, and Y/N shuts her eyes to keep them from escaping. It’s easy to pretend when they’re like this, that this is just a normal night and they’re just a normal couple taking care of each other before they fall asleep in each other’s arms.
As Y/N starts to slowly fall asleep she sends out every piece of good karma she has out into the universe, wishing that her plan to make George fall in love with her works. Because she’s already head over heels in love with this man, and if he breaks her heart again she’ll never be the same.
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Yeah so I was in my hometown for two weeks and one night my sister and I took her shitty car and we drove around to all the places I used to run around at and we looked at the stars and I was hit with so many deep memories of being queer in a tiny town and please take this as my weekend sacrifice 💙
Piarles, of course
Charles shifts around in the seat as his truck idles on the curb.
It doesn’t matter that the athletic board sprung for the higher quality leather after they won state this year, the letterman jacket is still new and stiff.
He texts Alex again.
here
Alex is late. He's always late, but Charles gets it so he lets it fly. He thinks the two of them maybe wouldn't be real friends if they weren't the kids marked by tragedy.
George and Alex were always closer, but something happened with them last year after...well, after and now they hardly talk and Charles gets it because if Pierre hadn't been a stubborn bastard, Charles would have probably pushed him away after his dad died, but also...
Well, his relationship with Pierre is different and he's thinking about texting him now, telling him that he's going to try and dip out early, but then the door of Alex's apartment bangs open and he strides out, pulling his own letterman jacket around his shoulders and so Charles drops his phone in the cupholder and puts his truck in park.
.
They're the last people to show up - which is expected. Everyone else probably came together.
Lando is sitting with some girl that Charles thinks looks vaguely familiar and George is sitting on the toolbox of his truck and Max is standing in the middle of the half-circle, waving his arms around telling some story and Charles backs in, revving his engine like he's going to run him down and Max smacks his tailgate, calling him a motherfucker.
It's a typical Friday night.
Nothing changes.
Not even Caddo driving by in his cop car, shining the light on them and calling out from his driver's seat ain't drinkin, are ya boys?
Lando is absolutely drinking and Charles knows Max is too, but he also knows that Caddo won't do anything about it and that they'll all leave well before curfew.
Max will invite them all back to his dad's place off off 1255 where the alcohol is free as long as Max is winning - that state championship doing work for everyone.
But, Charles also has no plans to go and neither does Alex.
Alex has a bottle of water he’s been sipping out of all night and Charles has a styrofoam cup that he is going to pretend is half liquor if anyone asks, and he's preparing himself for that lie when Lando starts to laugh, pointing at him before the worst thing possible happens.
"What's that on your neck, Leclerc?"
Charles wants to disappear through the pavement. He wants the entire truck to be sucked through the asphalt because Max strides over and shoves at the collar of Charles’ jacket, exposing the hickey there that he has managed to keep out of sight all week until now.
"Holy shit," Max laughs that stupid half-drunk laugh of his. "It's fucking a hickey. Man, who gave you that?"
"Bet it was that girl from out in Cedar Creek." Lando laughs, bumping his shoulder with the girl he's sitting with. She must be from Cedar Creek.
George is the one to say, "Bro, that girl is his cousin."
"Nah," Lando turns around, chunking his empty coke bottle at him. "That's Zo's cousin. That's like, not the same ‘cause they don’t have the same dad?”
"You need to get out of this place, man." Alex says. "It's close enough that it's -"
But Max slaps the tailgate of his own truck and he says, "Let's go back to mine. I'm out of whiskey."
Charles is thankful for Max Verstappen for like the second time in his life and he sinks back against the edge of his truck bed.
"Y'all comin'?" Max points at Alex and Charles even though he knows they're not.
"Visitation tomorrow," is all Alex says, but everyone nods and Charles makes a little driving motion to mean that he's Alex’s ride and they're waved off in a chorus of see you Sunday's and Charles is thankful to escape quickly when he sees George staring at the hickey on his neck with his head tilted.
George is fucking smart. Charles doesn't need him to figure it out.
Alex is waiting for him in the passenger seat, tapping his hands on the dash and smiling at him brightly. "You gonna sneak off to see your Cedar Creek honey?"
Charles knows it's a joke, but it doesn't land on him in a comfortable way. He's tense and worried and it hurts and so he tries to laugh - it comes out all wobbly and Alex immediately stops laughing.
He doesn't say anything else as Charles gets them out of the parking lot and over to the other side of town and he's starting to feel really guilty about it, but then Alex says, "Pierre was visiting from Oklahoma State this last weekend, wasn't he?"
Charles wants to slam on the brakes and throw him out.
Instead, he says real tight, "yeah, he was."
Alex makes a little hum and then taps twice on the dashboard, "Thanks for the ride, man. See ya Monday," and then he all but bails out of the cab before Charles has come to a complete stop and Charles is left breathing too hard.
There's no way he can know.
That's what Charles repeats to himself a hundred times while he drives home.
There's no way he can know.
There's no way he can know.
The lights in his house are off. Arthur is out somewhere and his mom is already in bed so he lets himself in the house and heads straight back to his room, peeling that stiff letterman off and tossing it over the back of one of the dining room chairs.
He's tacky with sweat underneath it despite the temperature being near freezing outside. The panic had crawled all over him and he couldn't shake it off, but he knows what will quell it.
What always quells it…
He pulls his shirt off in one motion, letting it drop in the hamper right inside his door before reaching immediately for the one folded on his desk - plain white, nondescript. Except for the P. Gasly in block lettering on the collar and the shiny white logo on the front that marks it as an official shirt for the Sooner football team, it could be any number of white shirts in his possession.
The faint scent of Pierre's cologne clings to it but that will disappear completely before he can exchange it for a new one so the knowledge that it's been on Pierre's body has to be enough.
Pierre answers on the second ring, a soft baby rings down the line as Charles flops down onto his bed, pressing the phone closer to his ear until it aches.
He breathes in Pierre's scent and he whispers back to him "calamar" and he dreams of a time in which football and this town doesn't keep them in the shadows anymore.
#piarles#tw mild homophobia#in the form of sports stuff guys#football Charles#football Pierre#and I do mean American football
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US Presidents as Dril Tweets
George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts
James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby
James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"
John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!
Martin Van Buren: Food $200
Data $150
Rent $800
Candles $3,600
Utility $150
someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good
John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this
James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom
Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying
Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...
Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...
Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"
Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,
James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now
Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark
Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site
Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!
Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*
Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me
Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals
Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume
Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed
John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right
Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn
George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT
Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,
George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,
Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line
Donald Trump: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset.
ME: I agree
Joe Biden: I will shut the fuck up , IF , it will restore the Harmony. I will get on my knees like a dog and make that sacrifice, for the sake of Calm
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King George VI - Christmas Message (1943)
Once again, from our home in England, the Queen and I send our Christmas greetings and good wishes to each one of you, all the world over. Some of you may hear me on board your ships, in your aircraft, or as you wait for battle in the jungles of the Pacific Islands or on the Italian peaks. Some of you may listen to me as you rest from your work, or as you lie sick or wounded in hospital. To many of you, my words will come as you sit in the quiet of your homes. But, wherever you may be, today of all days in the year, your thoughts will be in distant places and your hearts with those you love. I hope that my words, spoken to them and to you, may be the bond that joins us all in one company for a few moments on this Christmas Day.
With this thought in my mind, I wish to all who are on service good luck and a stout heart; to those who wait for them to return, proud memories and high hopes to keep you strong; to all children, here and in the lands beyond the seas, a day of real happiness.
I send these words of Christmas greeting to all of you who dwell within the family of the British Commonwealth and Empire. I know you would wish me to send a message of hope to our gallant allies who fight with us, and to all who, in the loneliness of exile or the horror of invasion, look forward to our coming victory.
In this year almost passed, many things have happened, under God’s providence, to make us thankful for His mercies. The generous strength of the United States of America, the tremendous deeds of Russia, the endurance of China under her long ordeal, the fighting spirit of France re-born, and the flower of the manhood and womanhood of many lands that share the burdens of our forward march - all these have played their part in the brightening of our fortunes on sea, on land, and in the air.
Since I last spoke to you many things have changed. But the spirit of our people has not changed. As we were not downcast by defeat, we are not unduly exalted by victory. While we have bright visions of the future we have no easy dreams of the days that lie close at hand. We know that much hard working and hard fighting, and perhaps harder working and harder fighting than ever before, are necessary for victory. We shall not rest from our task until it is nobly ended. Meanwhile, within these islands, we have tried to be worthy of our fathers; we have tried to carry into the dawn the steadfastness and courage vouchsafed to us when we stood alone in the darkness.
This is not the time for a chronicle of our progress. But there is one landmark in the sombre, world-embracing battlefield which I hope and I trust may endure. Wherever their duty has called our men and women, they have gained new friends and come to know old friends better. They have learnt to share the burdens, and to read the hearts, of their neighbours; they have laid the foundations of new friendships between nations, and strengthened old ones formed long ago. As a result, there is springing up in every country fresh hope that out of comradeship in sacrifice shall come power to restore, and power to build anew.
I saw proof of this when I visited North Africa in the summer. I saw many thousands of men of the United Nations, united in action, in heart and mind and purpose. The only rivalry between them was in the service of a great cause; their only aim was the defeat of a common enemy.
In the same spirit of unity, men of diverse races have come together in the council chamber and round the conference-table: some to meet the stern, immediate demands of war itself; others to heal the wounds that war deals to all humanity - to feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, mend the broken, and succour the poor. So, as we see the clouds breaking on this Christmas Day, we should take comfort from our faith that out of desolation shall rise a new hope, and out of strife be born a new brotherhood.
From this ancient and beloved festival that we are keeping, sacred as it is to home and all that home means, we can draw strength to face the future of a world riven by a tempest such as it has never yet endured. In the words of a Scottish writer of our day: ‘No experience can be too strange and no task too formidable, if a man can link it up with what he knows and loves.’¹
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1. From Memory Hold-the-Door, by John Buchan (Lord Tweedsmuir)
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A brief comparison of the liturgical prayers of the TLM (traditional Latin Mass) and the Novus Ordo.
Most practicing Catholics know that major revisions were made to Roman Catholic Mass in 1969, but aside from the language of the liturgy, what has changed?
The Latin Mass has nearly twice as many prayers as the New Mass.
Orations
Of all the rotating prayers (orations) 83% are unique to the TLM. In the new missal, 669 of the original 1,273 orations have been removed, and of the remaining, only 13% were left unchanged.
Reverence
Even the number of times the priest kisses the altar, genuflects, and makes the sign of the cross, has been severely reduced
A Different Cycle of Scripture Readings
The new Roman missal has a three year cycle - a well intentioned attempt to expose the laity to more scripture in the Mass. However given the nature of the three year cycle, it's inevitable that the readings will not align as appropriately and succinctly as the specially chosen readings of the older one year cycle when it comes to specific feasts and the liturgical seasons, a choice of quantity over quality unfortunately.
I leave it to the reader to decide for his or herself whether the older one year or newer three year cycle is preferable.
The Last Gospel
Catholics who have never attended a Latin Mass may be surprised to learn that following communion and dismissal, there is a lengthy gospel reading called The Last Gospel (John 1:1-14).
Why the last Gospel?
From the notations of the 1962 Roman Daily Missal:
The Mass began with the longing cry of the Old Testament: "Send forth Thy light and Thy truth!" It could not be concluded in a more worthy and more sublime manner than with the words of St. John: "The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us; and we saw His glory as of the Only-Begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth."
And according to Catholic author Msgr. George J. Moorman, in his book, The Latin Mass Explained:
This reading, in the course of time, was added to the Eucharistic service on account of the great reverence the early Christians entertained for this portion of the Gospel and because it contains a summary of the benefits of which we are made partakers through Christ’s Sacrifice. The service was introduced by the prayer of the priest: ‘Send forth Thy Light and Thy Truth!’ It could not be concluded in a more becoming manner than with the words, ‘AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH, and dwelt among us; and we saw His glory, the glory as of the Only-begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.’ At the words ‘AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH’, the priest and the people kneel on one knee in token of adoration of the mystery of the Incarnation, which is expressed in these words, and to indicate that the Son of God came from Heaven to earth. When the priest has finished the reading of this Gospel, the server answers, ‘Deo Gratias’—‘Thanks Be To God.’ These are the last words of the Mass.
Unfortunately this beautiful gospel passage and it's place of honor have been completely removed in the New Mass, and it's omission may even (as a matter of personal opinion) have contributed to the enormous number of people who leave Mass early immediately following Holy Communion.
Conclusion
Dearest Reader, I have attempted to be objective and only present facts in the above, however it may be clear to those of you who are familiar with my blog, where my biases lay. I am a Latin Mass Catholic, I love the traditional liturgy and will never stop advocating for the timeless Mass of ages that has brought untold numbers of faithful to the Lord for over a millennia. However, I make no judgment on the faithful who prefer the New Mass, nor do I mean to suggest that the Novus Ordo is in any way invalid. I only ask that all consider the information I have compiled and do your own research, that you may come to your own well informed conclusions. God Love You!
If any have questions or further interest in the topic of the Traditional Latin Mass my DMs are open or you may send an 'ask', I will answer or redirect you to the best of my ability.
(Credit to The Mass of the Ages project for images above)
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JADE HAPPY NEW YEAR ILY ILY ILY!!! ♡♡♡ can i pretty please request some new years eve hurt/comfort with fred weasley from the a special friend universe? maybe r is struggling a lot so they just spend new years eve bundled up in blankets on the couch (up to you if george and angelina make an appearance)
Happy New Year! ILY, thank you for your request! Fred and his poor ghost girl :( fem!reader ♥︎
Fred's already awake when you rouse. If he could have, he would've let you sleep where you'd been all day, your face buried in the space between his arm and his chest and your hand held over his ribs, but he'd had to help Bill with their rogue niffler situation again.
He turns to smile at your tired face, setting his mug of tea down on the kitchen table.
"Hey," he says. "You okay?"
He's an expert in you, or so he'd like to think, and your expression is worrying. You look as you had when you'd first met, face clouded with despondency, eyebrows pinched up just a touch.
"Just tired," you murmur. Your voice is quiet and scratchy and worn, like you've been talking for a hundred years, all by yourself.
He gestures for you to come into the kitchen.
When you're standing close enough to touch, he tilts his head up and gives you his warmest, slowest smile. He hopes it says, You're alright, and if you aren't there's no need to worry.
"Do you want to sit on my lap?" he asks quietly.
"'M heavy," you mumble.
He loves how, despite your grumbling, he only needs to sit back for you to take him up on his offer. You move very carefully and you refuse to put all of your weight on him, but Fred doesn't mind at all as your thighs press into his, and you work your arm behind his back for security.
"There's tea," he says.
His body reacts to you without intention, cheek dipping to your temple and arms curling around you. You take a little sip of his tea though you don't like it the way he does.
"What's the matter, my love?" he says, again, so quiet.
"Not sure," you say, your pitch creeping upward, a first sign of internal distress.
He lifts his head and pulls you in closer. Your side is soft against his stomach, your face hot as it slips into the crook of his neck. Hopefully you know by now that it's okay, but still he wants to tell you, making sure with absolute surety that you understand how much he doesn't mind.
"That's okay…" His hand closes over your arm, squeezing and massaging the dough at the crease of your elbow. "You'll tell me when you figure it out?"
You exhale into his skin. "Yeah."
While he doesn't care, you aren't light, and the kitchen chair is uncomfortable. His leg aches in the odd position it's held at. He doesn't tell you because while he loves you no matter what weight you are, he knows you'll internalise it, and that isn't something you need today.
"Lie on the settee with me," he says.
You nod like you're sleepwalking and climb out of his lap. He gets you on the settee, film on, quilt over your legs. You watch him. You aren't hostile in any way, but he does think there's something unhappy about the way you're looking at him.
"You aren't mad at me, are you, doll?" he asks.
"Do I look mad?"
There's his girl. Depressed, unhappy, panicked, you're still reaching out. He pulls the quilt up to slip in beside you, hand reaching not quite gently for your face. He pushes the corner of your lips up into a half smile.
"No," he says, grinning.
You're infected with a smile of your own.
It doesn't last. You sink into his side and watch the film in near silence, the only sound your sluggish breathing. He plays with your fingers for an hour, but eventually he starts to feel rather upset too. He doesn't show it, ever, that your sadness gets to him. He knows he should — honesty is important to him between the two of you, is conducive to your continued success as the best, warmest couple he knows. But he doesn't. It's one of those sacrifices of love, and it doesn't feel like a sacrifice at all. Your unhappiness makes him unhappy, and neither of you can help it.
He steals his hand back, arm over your shoulder, behind your neck, and waves his fingers behind your ear, encouraging your neck to be bared to him. He kisses you very, very softly until he gets to your jaw, where he bestows a fiercer kiss.
"I love you," he says, rubbing a short line into your cheek with his nose.
"I love you too, Freddie." You clear your throat. "You mean everything to me."
He grins like a fool. "Everything…"
He can't get as sticky as he wants to, dissuaded by the sharp cracking sound of an disapparation near the front door.
"Guys?" George calls.
Fred puts some space between the two of you but not much, hand falling back to your collar, face turned to the doorway.
George appears smartly dressed.
"Hey," he says, more to you than Fred, as they've already seen each other today, "we missed you at breakfast. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. Just tired."
"Well, you look snug. I'll take it you aren't coming tonight?"
Somebody is throwing a New Year's Eve party. Fred and George have been invited, popular still despite years tormenting their fellow classmates, and so you're invited by extension as the love of Fred's life. He hadn't thought about it since you came out this morning.
"No, we're coming," you say, sounding like you'd secretly rather die.
"We definitely aren't," Fred says, twisting so he can lay in your lap. You receive him without complaint, though your lips have parted in surprise. "I'm knackered from all the strenuous activity this morning."
"Ew," George says.
"The niffler!" Fred shouts with a laugh. "How dare you. And while my girl's here."
"Christ," George mutters. "Has he been like this all day?"
You dip your face down to Fred's and look him in the eye, your gentle hands framing either side of his face. The heat of your palms seeps into his skin. "George, I love you, but this is never going to work. I'm on Fred's team," you say, fingertips threading into the start of his hairline and raking it away. "Always am," you say, lips barely parted.
"Disgusting," George says. "Alright, well. Happy New Years for tonight. Love you both, anything gross should occur in your room and not on the shared sofa."
Fred lifts his head and thankfully you lower your own for a kiss. He holds your face in one hand.
"Wait until I've gone, at least! Merlin."
Fred sits up properly and turns, a pretzel, trying to kiss you more while you're up for it. "Love you," he says again, lips pressed to yours, the words half-lost in the action.
You pull apart.
You spend a quiet night together like that. You're not better, kisses don't ever magically fix anything, but you hold his hand and stroke his fingernails with the pad of your index finger, and you fall asleep before the countdown for the new year's begun.
Fireworks crack over the sky outside, colours bursting in through the thin curtains.
You shift in your sleep.
"Happy New Year, sweetheart," he whispers, and kisses the corner of your lips. He lingers there for a moment, both your hands in his.
As long as he's got you, he reckons it's going to be a good year.
#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley fanfic#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley x fem!reader#a special friend universe
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Stay Safe
Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader
Summary: Locked in a room with George and a Visitor, you come to each other's aid.
Content: hurt/comfort, blood, soft ending, can be read as romantic or platonic
A/N: deleted scene from Important Research as it didn't fit where I was going but I liked it too much to get rid entirely. Dedicated to @neewtmas - thank you so much for the lovely comments on my other fics, and I'm going to be working on your request very soon! 💛
Word count: 1.1k
The thud of the lounge door was worryingly final as it slammed shut behind you. You'd barely set foot inside the room and the rush of air ruffled your hair. On the other side, Lockwood and Lucy found themselves suddenly separated from you and they frantically tried the handle. Nothing. Hopefully it meant that George, wherever he was in this maze of a house, had come close to the source and the Visitor was trying to prevent you from going to his aid.
"(Name)? (Name), are you okay?" You heard the worried voices of your friends, muffled by the heavy wooden barrier between you. Then, you heard another voice, and despite your relief your heart sank a little.
"What the hell was that?"
You turned to see a bespectacled face peering out from behind the sofa. He frowned. "What are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you too," you scoffed. "I was looking for the source."
"It's not in here."
"You sure?"
He nodded firmly. Between you and the rest of the team, you'd ruled out this entire floor. It had to be upstairs, then. Not that you'd be able to find it until you got that door open. Before you could say as much, you noticed a telltale shimmer in the far corner. You spun towards the door, scrabbling desperately at the handle which still refused to budge.
"Lockwood! Lucy! They're in here with us, we need you to find the source now!" You could only imagine the anxious looks on their faces as they yelled back a hasty "Stay safe!" and their footsteps pounded up the stairs.
Bringing your attention back into the room, you watched as George stepped in front of you, rapier in hand and levelled with a slight tremor at the now-fully materialised Visitor.
"Do you have any flares?" he whispered over his shoulder, gaze not shifting. You thought of your kit bag sitting out in the hallway and felt in your pockets, careful to keep your movements to a minimum to attract less attention.
"Just a few salt bombs." You tried not to show the panic in your voice, but George saw it anyway. He reached back blindly with his free hand, finding yours and giving it a quick squeeze.
"I'll draw it away. As soon as you've got a clear view, hit it with everything you've got."
"George, no!" You shouldn't have raised your voice, you knew you shouldn't, but what he was suggesting sounded an awful lot like sacrifice and you couldn't bear the idea of him giving himself up like that. The ghost rounded on you both, and without another word George began to make his way across the room, rapier swishing rhythmically. Sure enough, the ghost followed him, snarling as its clawing hands were deflected by the blade. You clenched your fist around the handful of salt bombs in your coat pocket. Before you had a chance to throw them, the ghost made one more swiping motion, accompanied by a guttural scream, and you could only watch in what felt like slow motion as George flew off his feet and slammed with a sickening crunch into the marble surround of the fireplace. You felt a weight settle in your chest as rage began to cloud your vision.
"Hey!" The sharpness of your anger scraped against your throat and brought the word out in a rasping yell. The Visitor turned its attention to you just in time to be hit square in the face by three salt bombs, with another two from your other pocket exploding against its chest moments later. It vanished in a burst of golden sparks and you immediately ran to your friend laying prone on the floor.
Thick red blood trickled from a gash in his hairline, but he was alive and awake and pushing himself into a sitting position with a groan. For the second time that day he reached for your hand, entwining your fingers as you dropped to your knees beside him.
"Georgie, oh my god, are you alright?" You brought your other hand up to straighten his glasses and brush his hair out of his face, gently avoiding the wound. Your fingertips lingered on his cheek as you moved away and for a moment you could swear he leaned into the touch.
"Mm, 'm fine," he muttered, his words slurring together slightly. "You?"
"No, I was so worried about you!" Even now, seeing him gazing up at you and feeling the warmth seeping from his hand to yours, your heartbeat was racing and you daren't let go for fear he would disappear.
"But you're not hurt?" Now it was his turn to bring his hand to your cheek to make sure. You smiled and reassured him that you weren't. He returned the smile weakly, but it dropped when he spotted something over your shoulder.
"Good, because you might need to handle this one on your own." The Visitor was back.
You snatched up your rapier, wishing you'd kept a couple of those salt bombs back.
"Come on then," you taunted. Where this confidence came from, you had no idea. That was a lie. Its source was sitting right behind you, eyes twinkling with admiration. "Round two." You raised your voice, hoping your friends could hear it upstairs: "Any time now would be great, you two!"
The ghost surged at you, and you batted it off to the side with your blade. It shifted, and you followed its line of sight down to the boy on the ground. Nope. Not happening. With a quick adjustment of your left foot, you positioned yourself protectively over him as the ghost launched itself forward once more. It was too fast and too close already. You held your rapier across your chest in as close to a defensive stance as you could manage.
The Visitor disappeared.
The door clicked softly open.
In the distance, you heard matching footsteps thundering back down the stairs, but your focus was entirely on the dark-haired boy who had hauled himself to his feet behind you. Your rapier clattered on the floorboards as you tossed it away to clutch at his arms, making sure he wasn't going to collapse and secretly making sure he was real and there and okay. The two of you were breathing heavily, not even realising you were doing so in unison, and as he stepped so close you could feel the breath moving in his chest his expression shifted into something unreadable. Whatever it was, though, he appeared to think better of it and pulled you into the tightest hug you'd ever had in your time with the agency.
By the time Lucy and Lockwood made it down to the lounge, they found the two of you wrapped in each others arms, George's forehead dipped down to rest on your chest and your cheek on his head, clinging to each other so closely you were almost one person. Wordlessly, they turned to tidy up the team's kit bags, letting you finish your moment in private.
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👑 ⁓⁕G e o r g e ⁕ & ⁕ C h a r l o t t e⁕⁓ 👑 : ( 2 / 8 t h ⁕ a n d ⁕ 6 / 1 2 t h ⁕ h o u s e s )
⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓ A n ⁕ a s t r o l o g y ⁕ r e t r o s p e c t i v e ⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓⁓
⚠ S p o i l e r ⁕ a l e r t ! ⚠
This is a retrospective, so i will dive deep into the plot and characters of the series, if you haven't seen it yet, you have been warned, read at your discretion, or save this for later once you finish the series.
D i s c l a i m e r: this is my personal interpretation and opinion, i accept critical thinking and discussions with an open-mind, but i won't tolerate rudeness, thanks
⚠ L o n g ⁕ p o s t ⚠
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Dear reader,
How are you? Hope you're feeling good ✨
This is a new type of format, i called it "Astrology retrospective"
It dives deep into some movies/series and tries to analize them through the lens of various astrological placements, to give a more tangible example of them
Hope you find this entertaining 😊
Enjoy! 👑
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⁕ T h e m e s :
George: 2/8 axis
Stubborn, opening up, vulnerability, hiding behind the finances and the stable persona, royalty
Comfortable with his 2nd house/taurus energy
Charlotte: 6/12 axis
Romantic, learn unconditional love, acts of service, sacrifice, humilty, delusions and fantasies, intuition
Comfortable with her 12th house/pisces energy
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⁕ C o l o u r ⁕ l e g e n d :
B l u e : water themes, 8th house, 12th house, scorpio themes, pisces themes
G r e e n: earth themes, 2nd house, 6th house, taurus themes, virgo themes
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⁕ M y ⁕ i n t e r p r e t a t i o n :
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We understand from the beginning that Charlotte is a an emotional person, she is forced to marry a man she doesn't even know and clearly she just wants to escape this situation... quite literally ⬇
George keeps a composed and stable persona, quite flirty too (venusian energy), and persuade her to stay and marry him
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Charlotte doesn't have much choice either and as we'll know, even though she project a strong/composed persona in public, she is actually submissive and moved by emotions
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She enters a dream space when the wedding happens, she builds expectations and delusions on how nice this new life must feel.
She is a hopeless romantic
George however, doesn't give her the attention she deserves after the wedding and leave her alone, and he imposes on her that from that moment on they'll live in separate buildings (yeah, not even separate rooms, but two completely different locations)
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She asks for an explanation but he loses his temper and gets aggressive, so she lets this slide for now...
The days after the wedding George never visit Charlotte, much like he has withdrawn from her life completely (both Taurus and Scorpio energy enjoy spending times alone)
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There's a lot of confusion that surrounds Charlotte's life.
She first is confused about why she's picked to be the King's wife, then she is confused by the king's behaviour, she's confused by the emotions she feels.
She is confused about how she should feel (both Pisces and Virgo get confused by emotions quite easily, the first feels them intensely but can't quite grasp them, the second tries to intellectualize them but refuse to admit they get emotional)
She feels like an enemy, outcasted and despised by majority of the people in the castle (those people have prejudices her because of her skin tone)
And all the people keep her in the dark about what's truly going on.
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But she is analitical and smart, she starts to pick up patterns and try to decipher the bigger plan.
Days pass and she is living alone in her beautiful castle, with so much time to herself, she start to overthink.
Until she has had enough and decide to impulsively visit the King unannounced
She has all kind of thoughts, he might has gone from one brothel to another, pleasuring himself with other women instead of his wife.
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She feels extremely hurt and undervalued.
But what the king was actually doing was studying astronomy and the sky all day for all these past days , scribbling down his calculations
Charlotte is surprised to see he is only passionate and obsessed with his craft and she fall for this aspect of him too, deciding to study books on astronomy and sciences to impress him (Virgo nature)
However, she doesn't find the answer she was interested in getting, the king still want to keep a distance from her, and this pisses off her even more, so she just leaves and call it a day.
But, she doesn't know the king didn't tell her all the truth (8h secretive nature)
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He is in fact sick, he cannot distinguish reality from his dream world, and he has been having episodes where he completely loses his reason to insanity.
(During the time he spent alone, isolating to go through the process of metamorphosis he was trying desperately to get better, trying the violent, sick and brutal methods of his doctor, to possibly become sane and give her the life she deserves )
He has the resiliency of Taurus/Scorpio
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Not to mention he is the King , and he had no choice in refusing this burden he didn't even want to take, and now, his sickness will only worsen everything and making him a total fool and inept.
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His doctors methods "stabilize" him for a little while and he gains confidence to show up and give Charlotte what he had denied to her all this time.
She is clearly mad with his inconsistent behaviour (she still doesn't know anything) but she starts to soften up quite easily (Pisces nature)
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George is a very romantic, intense, mysterious and passionate individual, and they both enjoy their time together (i mean, they can't take the hands off each other lmao)
Until...he starts to trascure his doctor's appointments and has an episode of madness, revealing his nature to Charlotte
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⁓⁓⁓⁓✨ WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THIS EPISODE IS BEAUTIFUL ✨⁓⁓⁓⁓
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We can see both parties finally coming to deal with their biggest insecurities.
Charlotte deal with her fantasies, and accept the harsh truths of reality, and decides to fully sumbit herself to the crown, taking responsibilities to help the king, not only by showing acts of service towards him, but by bearing the whole weight of the crown
(as we later will see, she is almost always the only one that will rule and attend events in public as the king's conditions will get only worse and he'll have to isolate completely from society)
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George has to deal with his vulnerability, his broken sense of worth, he can't hide his secret anymore, he lost control, and now has to deal with the consequences that comes from it.
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George's initial reaction is to isolate and give Charlotte the chance to leave and return home, that he'd understand it, but she decides to stay.
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Charlotte taps in her 6th house energy
George taps in his 8th house energy
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Their mutual understanding, their openness to each other, the way the bear their pain, shows how much they've grown and let themselves grow.
I wish i could insert the whole scene, but really, if you don't want to see the whole series, i'll leave you the link to this particular scene because it's so freaking beautiful, emotional and so well done and acted
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Both George and Charlotte put aside their pride and their fears to let each other know what they truly feel despite the circumstances.
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They both reached a sense of maturity after this scene, and a beautiful testimony of unconditional love.
Even though this is a sad story, it teaches us so much on self-acceptance, sharing and receiving and allowing ourself to in the first place.
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Faith and hope never die, the right person with the right mentality will come, we should prepare ourselves to for that moment, because it's not really the other that doesn't understand, it's us that are not letting them the chance to.
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And you've reached the end of this retrospective!
Did you enjoy reading it? ✨
I hope it gave you a better understanding on how people with prominent 2/8 and 6/12 houses' placements might behave
If you have these placements yourself i'd love to hear what you think, did you relate to the characters? Feedback is always appreciated 🥰
Wish you an amazing day ahead
Yours
Linnie 👑
#astrology retrospective#astro notes#astro observations#astrology bridgerton#astro community#astrology notes#astrology
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Hiii I love your writingss <3
I don't know if you're getting requests, but I want to try my luck. Can you write something about George Weasley and the female slytherin reader? The reader has no problems with the golden trio and others... over time, she and George become close and they fall in love with each other. But the reader gets the dark mark due to family pressure and becomes a death eater. After what happened, she gets away from everyone and this attracts the attention of the others, especially George... :') I hope you write, thanks in advance~
Tysm for the support!!
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See You Again
Summary: She couldn't have been happier with her life, but due to family pressure, she's forced to become a death eater and must give up everyone.
Relationship: Romantic
Character: George Weasley
Warnings: Fluff, angst, fem reader, slytherin reader
"Y/N, you don't have a choice."
"Mom, I can't!"
"Listen to us, Y/N."
You glared at your dad. There was no way this was happening.
"Either you listen to us or never see us again." He added, this is when you felt tears sting at your eyes. You loved your parents. They meant everything to you, and if you never saw them again, you knew you'd hate yourself forever.
You sighed out, "Okay."
Your mom instantly ran up to hug you. She knew this was a sacrifice. Being a Slytherin was more difficult than people would think. They instantly think you're spoiled and conceded.
You tried so hard to make a name for yourself, and since day one, you made sure to mark yourself as the one people could go to for help, no matter the house.
This caught the eye of a certain red head that had always had a hatred towards Slytherins, but you were different.
His name was George Weasley, and he always accidentally found himself subtly flirting with you and staring at you when you aren't paying attention.
Later on, you guys here the power couple of your year. His parents loved you, Molly always spoiled you with treats that you could take home to your family.
Speaking of, your parents were fine with this, until now. They recently had come in contact with the Dark Lord and was told that you had to be able to do things for him like your parents did or you'd die.
This led to them telling you to cut all ties with your friends and even your boyfriend. They were causing you to become the person everyone saw Slytherins as on day one.
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You didn't want to talk to him. You knew it would lead to you telling him everything which you weren't supposed to do.
You and George would always meet up in the courtyard and sat together in first period, but today, that had to change.
Your friend would normally walk with you because she was smitten for George's brother, Fred.
"Hey, Y/N!"
It hurt, it hurt to ignore your best friend, but it had to be done. You continued to walk past her and through the outdoor hall of the courtyard.
She paced over to Fred and George, "Yo, George, what's up with your girlfriend?"
George furrowed his brows, and your friend makes it over to them, "She just straight up ignored me! I know she heard me. There was barely anyone around, so she wouldn't have been able to miss me."
"What's going on?"
"She going through a phase, I guess, because she was perfectly normal yesterday."
Your friend makes it over to friend, "You'll never do that to me, will you love?" Fred asks. This is followed by her laughing, but George can't even joke back.
He's never felt this worried. His thoughts are flooded. Did he do something to piss you off?
George decided to wait until your first class, which he had with you, to catch you and talk to you. But much to his dismay you were unresponsive, he tried to grab your attention when walking into class but was shoved aside.
Then he remembered the two of you sitting next to each other but then he watched as you went to sit at the table that was always empty. He was going to follow you but didn't want to push it.
He found himself watching you like he always used to do, but this time it wasn't out of love it was out of worry.
The look on your face scared him, like you had seen a ghost or something.
You then asked to go to the bathroom and excuse yourself, which George sneakily followed after asking a friend to cover for him.
He followed you into the bathroom, praying there weren't any other girls in there. He shuts and blocks the door behind him. He checked under all the stalls and then waited at the sink for you.
You opened the stall door and felt your soul leave your body as you saw him, "George, what the hell are you doing?"
"Now she speaks."
You sigh, swerving past him to wash your hands, "I can't do this right now."
"Why? You could do it this morning either, why did you ignore us like that?"
"You won't understand." Your voice was starting to crack.
"Try me."
"George, stop, please."
"What happened? You can't leave me like this."
"George, I can't, you don't understand."
"Please, Y/N."
At this point, tears were streaming down your face. You walked up to him, caressing his hands and arms, just in case this was the last time you'd ever see or feel each other again.
Your hands found their way to his face, his were planted on your waist.
"I'm not supposed to say anything."
"I'll keep you safe, don't worry, love."
That's what go you, those words alone convinced you everything was going to be okay.
"I'm not supposed to see you anymore, or anyone for that matter, that's why I didn't talk to any of you this morning."
Before he could ask why you continued, "My parents forced me to, I didn't have a choice, they told me if I didn't do as I was told I'd never see them again, and I couldn't do thag George, I just couldn't." You looked at him, deciding if you should tell him the reason behind all of what you just told him.
"I thought your parents loved me."
"They do, but,"
"Go on, love. Please."
"They became death eaters, and He Who Must Not Be Named told them that because I knew I had to also be under his order or they'd kill me."
That's when he finally fell silent. He took your hand off his face and then slowly lifted the sleep of your robe and button up.
You felt him tense up when he saw the dark mark on your arm, "Oh, darling, I'm sorry."
You were pulled into an embrace. You didn't think this would be the outcome at all.
"We're going to get through this, I won't say anything, ignore me infront of everyone, but please keep in touch."
Being a slytherin hurts man
You smiled through tears, "Of course."
#harry potter#george weasley#george wealsey x reader#george weasley x fem reader#george weasley x slytherin!reader
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ok, now that i've watched all of tos (none of the movies yet...) i am going to do the top ten worst and best episodes, according to Me. they are as follows:
WORST EPISODES
10. the savage curtain - idk who thought putting abe lincoln in a cage match with the vulcan version of ghandi against like, ghengis khan and space hitler would be a good idea. but it wasn't. i did like seeing the vulcan father of logic though like "im gonna go sacrifice myself for peace" ok king
9. i, mudd - all of the mudd episodes are bad. he's not charming at all whatsoever. however, this one is better than the other one because uhura gets to pretend to sell out kirk and they're SOOO cute about it. her little giggle when he PICKS HER UP BY HER SHOULDERS and tells her how proud he is. PLEEEEASE
8. charlie x - the entire premise of this episode is that the bad guy is just autistic. and then they make him live on a planet without people because he can't adjust to normal life ???
7. shore leave - obvious racism of this episode aside, the faux-irish jig that played while kirk was being menaced by his extremely unfunny old bully nearly drove me over the edge. we DO love a good mccoy death fakeout tho
6. a piece of the action - if i had any interest in gangster films before this it's all gone now. that being said. i loved when kirk drove the little car. he was so bad at it. he was so happy.
5. mudd's women - like he's literally just selling women?? and the plot twist is that secretly they're ugly?????
4. who mourns for adonias - this is just "what if ALIENS build the pyramids bro" except for the 1960s. nail in the coffin for this one was kirk proudly declaring they didn't needs gods - because they already had the One God, thank you very much!
3. the paradise syndrome - WHY WOULD YOU HAVE NATIVE AMERICANS MISTAKE KIRK FOR GOD. WHY. like i know why but Why. i think the very worst part of this episode was that it had an amnesia plot that would have FUCKED if you had simply removed the people. if there hadn't been people in this it would've been in my top 10 episodes. i think this broke me.
2. the omega glory - this is the same as the last episode except there's no amnesia, and also the "native americans" are white cosplayers who worship the american flag and mistake kirk for god because he can recite the pledge of allegiance yes really. if i had a nickel for every time this happened i'd only have two nickels etc etc at least kirk didn't knock anybody up in this one ig
1. patterns of force - why would you make your two jewish leads wear swastikas and then literally be whipped by nazis. i know he's such a bad person but not even william shatner deserves that. number one worst episode everyone says it's omega glory but it's this one
BEST EPISODES
10. plato's stepchildren - this episode is hard to rank because like it's both good and bad. the torture scenes were genuinely upsetting, especially the ones at the end w/ spock & nurse chapel, because they weren't just violence being inflicted on tied up guys, but they were SUPPOSED to be upsetting, like it was literally the point. and also this episode bears the distinction of THEEE kirk & uhura kiss. literally historic.
9. the trouble with tribbles - i feel like everyone's heard of this but it really is as good as everyone says. sometimes 1960s humor doesn't translate to 2020s humor but it was genuinely hysterical start to finish. also, the distinct trilling sound was so imprinted in my brain i recognized it in the 2009 movie where i had never registered it before.
8. the naked time - aside from the KING SHIT george takei pulled with the fencing this episode also contains the "i am in control of my emotions [sobbing]" moment and kirk & spock LITERALLY having a slapfight. this episode has everything. an absolute masterpiece
7. the empath - i feel like this paired with "the world is hollow and i have touched the sky" really made me a Bones Understander. i feel a little bad about that bc everyone says the characterizations in s3, or actually that the season as a whole, is kinda shaky? but i watched without knowing that and i feel like i Get It now. also, this was the only score i went and relistened to on spotify
6. tholian web - the spock & mccoy episode ever. there's so many things to say about this from the death fakeout to kirk's little space suit but what TRULY got me was the instant and totally nonverbal agreement to lie straight to kirk's face to both preserve personal dignity and troll the shit out of him (while chekov and sulu are like also silently laughing as they listen in no less). what this episode made me realize was that it's a good thing they argue all the time and make kirk play referee because if they were on the same side kirk wouldn't stand a chance. like he'd be finished.
5. the city on the edge of forever - ok, so, this episode made me feel like i was having a mental break. the time travel. spock's little hat. when he watches kirk kiss edith and then goes back into their room to pretend he didn't see anything. mccoy and kirk basically hugging at the end when edith bites it.
4. requiem for methuselah - the first time i watched this i was kinda like :/ because how does kirk fall in love with a woman in FOUR HOURS? that aside the ending scene blew my tits clean off. i paced around my house for like 30 minutes going "what the FUCK was that" because i couldn't simply lie down and sleep after seeing it. rewatching the episode with uh. new context made me like it a little better. but even if it had been garbage the last scene shook me so thoroughly it would still need to be on this list. i'm getting wound up just thinking about it. number one most shocking tos moment.
3. the dagger of the mind - look, i understand that this episode was technically just run-of-the-mill stuff as far as everybody else is concerned but they put james t kirk in a little brainwashing machine. and the machine was shaped like a chair. and it gives people amnesia sometimes. i don't know how i'm expected to behave normally
2. this side of paradise - this is the episode where a flower jizzes on spock and gives him feelings. and look: it's really funny, and there's a lot to love about it. but the ending where kirk hurls verbal abuse at spock for a solid 92 seconds WITHOUT STOPPING followed by: spock beating the shit out of him until he gets his logic back. i have rewatched this perhaps 1,000 times at minimum. what the fuck were they doing
1. conscience of the king - this episode got me into this mess. i don't think i can elaborate further without significant self-incrimination. let's just say what happened was i thought "oh i'll just watch this one tos episode for context for the fanfiction" and one month later i'm writing fic about [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT
ok, that's my list. i thought about doing honorable mentions for episodes that had scenes i liked even though the overall episode didn't make it into my top 10. but then i realized that would mean recapping basically the entire series and this post is already too long. i do have to give the pon farr episode a shoutout though because even though so much of it was offputting there was literally a titty window in kirk's shirt. like, it's the pon farr episode. ok NOW i'm done
#personal#star trek blogging#i feel like if i hadn't wanted people to dox that fic i could've been blogging about this all along#in some ways it was more fun to keep a lid on it but i will miss having a record of my live first impressions that i can relive later......#hence a list. and also a spreadsheet but i just made it for me and cathy it would be incomprehensible to the general public#if anyone wants an ACTUAL skip/watch list for tos hit me up#i'll clean up the one i have to match the spn one lol#tos lb#liz's star trek stuff#liz's meta#kinda.
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can you rank the great houses? 😊
obviously this is just my opinion on them, etc etc also thank you for this ask i love lists alskjdfj
9. House Arryn
Constantly dying off but they had a lesbian and a milf as rulers once so they have that going for them. House Royce is cooler, GIVE ME MORE BRONZE YOHN I'M READY FOR HIM!!!!
8. House Lannister
I’m sorry but They Are Just Fine. When I’m reading their chapters I feel something and then I mostly forget about them after I'm done. I wish we had a real Dance era book mostly for Joanna and Tyland tho.
7. House Tyrell
I think it’s really funny that they are upjumped stewards and the whole Reach has been pissy about it for generations. Mostly exist for other characters to project onto but by god do they reflect back in fun ways. I want to meet Willas so bad but I’m positive if we meet him he’ll die soon after so rip me!!
6. House Targaryen
Interesting villain house that George gets too distracted by too often. Lots of fun historical characters, the cyclical doom is amazing to read but Dany’s chapters drag so bad to me at some points and F&B just pissed me AWF. The best ones are usually tied to her magic (prophecy chapters, fever/vision dream chapters) or her dragons in some way and the dragon bond is also what I tend to find most interesting in her ancestors as well.
5. House Greyjoy
I haven't reread Victarian in years but damn Aeron, Asha, and Theon are all as great as I remember so I'm making the decision to put them this high on memory alone. But this family is just a group of the most delusional people ever, struggling in a culture that doesn't allow room for struggle, and the way Euron acts as this black hole of terror for all of them, until finally, finally, there is Asha, not only knowing and understanding that the way she's lived is wrong but going home and dragging everyone else through the dark and into the light with her. Also, their culture is just really fun and cool.
4. House Baratheon
Started by my number two enemy, Orys Baratheon, but damn do I love basically everyone else in this stupid ass House. The House as a whole really plays with masculinity; what it is, the damage you do when you measure up to your role, the lengths they will go to in order to pretend the fault lies elsewhere, craving the pleasures but refusing to deal with the consequences, and all of that fallout landing on their innocent children, dooming them for the next generation as well. I need more Baratheon women tho jfc.
3. House Tully
I literally love that the Tully’s are in canon known as being huge bitter bitches. The most fucked up idea of what family is in the world but by god do these people try, they all try so hard to live up to those words but the price of duty and honor is always the sacrifice of their children for The Family, and not actual protection of their family, and while Hoster recognizes this far too late, his children become determined to do Every Single Thing Wrong in order to be loyal to both The Family and their family. Unpleasant people, I love them so much.
2. House Stark
Taught me what family is!!!! The whole series for them is an examination of the family unit under pressure and how their attempts to stick to their assigned roles (The Mother, The Father, The Heir, The Dutiful Daughter, etc) just makes them completely break under the stress so they discover what's under that - AND IT'S LOVE BITCH. I HATE the analysis that their stories are about rejecting love or overcoming emotion because it all comes back to that moment with Ned in the dungeons, remembering how he chose Lyanna, Jon, and love over honor, the way he chooses Sansa over honor, THAT is the point, for all of them, trying to keep these impossible oaths of honor and ignore love but in the end, the father they venerate chose love because it is not just okay to yearn for love, it is human and natural and good to love others.
1. House Nymeros Martell
LISTEN. WHO ELSE COULD IT BE.
If the Starks are a family desperately trying to find each other again, than the Martells have long been lost. A House defined in its modern day by the violating loss of one of its daughters in a society that doesn't put much worth in losing daughters. It's the themes of justice and vengeance, waiting on the system that is not meant to help you to bring you peace, on the people who are at the outskirts of society finding the line between the overthrow of power and keeping the cycle going, it's STANDING AS AN ACT OF LOVE. For Doran to his Arianne, for Oberyn to Elia in the face of Tywin, for Elia to her children in the face of the Mountain, for Meria and Nymor and Maron and Loreza and Nymeria and Mors, the point is not just to stand up and fight but to stand up and fight for something, to fight for the people who depend on you because there is no one else to do it. A responsibility, a calling, an honor, a horror.
#DORAN NYMEROS MARTELL CHARACTER OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!#asks#anons#getting on my soap box#this was fun to think about why i love them so much. very clear to see i love dysfunctional but loving family dynamics lol#does anyone think it's funny that aegon didn't make the celtigars masseys or velaryons great houses when he took over
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Make it Holy is officially one of my favorite fics! I’m obsessed! Could you give us some insight into Klaus’s thoughts in the latest chapter because I NEED to know what he is thinking! Also I was wondering if before the dinner party, his plan was to use Elena for the sacrifice but turn her into a vampire so they could be together. Your work is truly amazing!
OMG, thank you so much for this! Work has been downright gruelling lately, and these kinda asks and messages really help make the day better.
I'm not sure that I can tell you everything that was going through Klaus' head during the dinner, mainly because some of it is spoiler-y, but I think the moment Klaus gets to that dinner, and sees Elena's apprehension (because she's finally figuring out the truth), he thinks she's in on whatever Samantha's planning.
As is mentioned in the chapter, Klaus is well aware of Samantha and Marianna being vampire hunters, and has the inkling that they might find out about him at some point. When he sees that Elena is looking at him differently, isn't as easy to fall under his spell as usual, he begins thinking that she knows the truth too. The other thing is that Samantha has the wine spiked with vervain, thinking it'll affect Klaus, but he has grown a tolerance towards it throughout his life, and the moment he tastes the vervain, coupled with Elena's demeanour, he jumps to the worse conclusion possible and thinks she's involved in the plot against him.
He knows that the vervain and the wooden stakes, and pretty much nothing Samantha and Marianna can do will kill him, but he's just so mad at Elena, so mad at her betrayal, that he gives into his anger. His anger that Elena would betray him, that she'd essentially pick Samantha over him (nevermind that Samantha is family and he has been lying to her), that she thinks she can just kill him and go back to George - it all comes to a head and he kills Samantha. He hates that Elena even asks him to spare Samantha's life when she surely never tried to spare his life, didn't try to stop the attempt on his life, and kills Samantha.
And then, God, his anger when she runs - it's truly something else, as is his anger when he thinks she still loves George. It's the reason he goes back and makes Elena watch as George turns into a werewolf for the first time. He's literally just doing it to be petty.
As for whether Klaus was planning to turn Elena into a vampire, at the risk of revealing too much, no, he wasn't. The sacrifice is too important to risk anything, and he needs it too much, so he wasn't thinking about that then. That doesn't mean it won't change later though.
Thanks a lot for this question and for reading my works!
#anon asks#make it holy#you made me go back and reread the last chapter#which is making me wanna write the next chapter now lmao
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Hiii Bugs (first-ever ask from me to you—it’s a big deal)!! Curious about these two for this ask game: 🍄🍦
Thank you and I hope you’re having a good one :D
Hellooooooooooooo! It is a big deal!!!
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
Not sure which fandoms to pick for these so here's 3 of them that I know we share in common.
L&C - Locklyle (duh): Lockwood always closes his eyes last right before kissing Lucy just so he can look at her longer.
ATLA - Kataang (sorry people): Aang regularly hits up the past Avatars for relationship advice whenever he's feeling insecure or they're fighting about something. (For a more positive one, Katara jokingly calls Aang 'Kuzon' every time they have to go to the Fire Nation for anything)
SOC - Kanej: Without even really ever solidifying an actual codebook or anything, I like the idea that Kaz and Inej communicate in innocuous letters whenever shes at sea, but everything is in a code that only they know.
🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate
Hooo oh boy okay.
L&C - Rupert Gale: 1. Snazzy dresser 2. A decent punching bag for George insults 3. Unintentionally did sort of shove the team to get better at their jobs secretly
ATLA - Jet (oops sorry again): 1. I do like the idea of the moral ambiguity involved with the whole 'sacrifices have to be made to win the war' thing that he presents 2. The Freedom Fighters as a whole are a very fun concept 3. It gave us one of the best scenes. (WHAT ARE YOU DOING FIREBENDING YOUR TEA)
SOC - Kuwei: 1. I dont really HATE him as a character, I just am sad he doesnt do much because the POTENTIAL is really good!!!! 2. Did sort of push the Wesper thing unintentionally in the right direction. 3. Pretending not to speak Kerch around the crows is kind of a serve
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