#I lose brain cells when its hot

[goobnnuy]

I promised wet fish, but did not say of what variety

[gatorbites-imagines]

Chad is so babygirl🥰🥰🥰 Just imagine growing up with him being best bros and when we both grow older we share one brain cell together. THE OP HIMBO DUO

Chad Martin-Meeks x male reader

Headcanons

I love Chad, so much. There’s also spoilers for Scream 6 in this, if you guys don’t want those. I might also have added some Ethan stuff in this, I couldn’t help myself.

You were related to the Riley family, most likely Dewey’s son or something along those lines, the result of a one-night stand, or Gale and Dewey having you together but splitting apart again afterwards.

You were raised by your dad, but because of his worsening mental state you spent a lot of time with the Meeks family. Your dad was both overprotective because of losing his sister and so many other people, but also because Gale mostly just ignored your existence, so he wanted to be a good parent.

You never blamed your dad because you knew he did his best, but it did lead to you hanging out with Chad and Mindy most of the time at their house. Dewey was happy that you had a support system and could be young and free, so he never had anything against it.

Out of the siblings you got along with Chad the most, even as kids the two of you were connected at the hip even more than he was with Mindy. Out of your group there was a braincell sure, but it was Mindy who had it for the most part.

You both developed feelings for each other, and of course Mindy would tease the both of you to the moon and back. Tara isn’t any help either as they keep making jokes and jabs at both you and Chad, though they never out the others crush because they’re not that mean.

When you two finally start dating no one is surprised, and of course your dad gives Chad the shovel talk, maybe even as he’s cleaning his guns. He knows Chad is a good guy, but its his duty as your dad to step in and set the record straight.

When the killings of Scream 5 happen you two end up getting hurt together, whilst trying to protect one another. You both end up surviving much to everyone’s joy, but it also results in you losing your dad and seeing your mom for the first time in years.

Since your over 18 you don’t go anywhere with your mom even though Gale tries to convince you to go with her, which leads to a big argument, and she has to be removed from the hospital since you’re still recovering.

You end up moving to college with Chad, and end up rooming with him and Ethan when everything is over. Gale still tries to contact with you and bond with you, though you think its too late for her to play any parental role in your life. Plus, you don’t trust her as you assume she’s just getting close to get information for her books.

You end up bonding more with Ethan than Chad does, that doesn’t mean you and Chad aren’t still connected at the hip, but you take interest in Ethan and what he’s into, even though you have little understanding of anything he does.

You and Chad both try to play wingmen for Ethan, and your status as the hot gay couple gives you some ins you didn’t have in the past, so your most likely able to end up setting Ethan up with a couple of girls, though it never goes very far.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Ethan gets a little flustered rooming with two hot guys, who have no problem making out in your guy���s shared kitchen or walking around in just a pair of shorts, he’s walking in on you and Chad more time than he can count.

Sure, he’s only rooming with you guys to get revenge for Richie, but why stop himself from looking when you two himbos are busy grinding on the couch to notice he’s there. You and Chad both go to Ethan for homework help too, because he’s so smart and Mindy still has the braincell.

Ethan’s found himself stuck between you and Chad on the couch multiple times during your “bro nights” with you two asleep against him. In the beginning it was just you and Chad, but then you pulled Ethan into it too since he was your roommate.

When everything with Scream 6 happens Chad still gets stabbed and you think you’ve lost him, and instead of Tara killing Ethan its you, as revenge for him using your friendship and killing your lover.

When it turns out Chad survived you rush into the ambulance with Mindy and your boyfriend is given help, with you holding and kissing his hand the entire ride there. After all of this you guys joke that you should transfer to another college, or stop being such horror movie tropes.

After you’ve all healed you and Chad decide it take it a bit more chill than you have before, not going to parties like you guys did in the past and just hanging out with your friends and family.

It results in you and Chad spending a lot of nights just cuddled up together, holding one another and just enjoying the others presence. You two just lay together and maybe run your hands over the others scars, just thankful the other is alive after everything.

You end up spending some more time with your mom, though you never get close because you still don’t think you can trust her, especially with the stuff she said about Sam in her book.

You end up taking after your dad as well, investing in some guns though not to the same level, and when your mental state starts spiraling your friends and lover are there you pull you out of it.

[bg-brainrot]

Bg_brainrot, you might ask, you seem like a Hozier fan, what Hozier songs would fit your different Astarion x Tav series and their relationship dynamics?

To which I would answer: how dare you accurately assess my tastes and also-- great question, I have listed them out for you below!*

Rogue!Tav x Astarion

Series: Love at First Knife

Dynamic: two wet cats that share a single brain cell and fall into a sweet, understanding love that never loses its fervor

Songs:

Work Song

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

Nobody

I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave

But I want you to know I've had no love like your love

I, Carrion

Leave it now, I am sky-bound

If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

Evil!Durge x Astarion

Series: A Star in the Dark

Dynamic: evil bastards make each other worse, become utterly obsessed with each other, and try to one up each other

Songs:

No Plan

The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

Dinner and Diatribes

I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me

What you'd do to me tonight

De Selby Part 2

Before the dawn has come, I'd block the sun

If you want it done

Reincarnation!Tav x Astarion

Fic: When He's All but Forgotten How to Love Again

Dynamic: a love of friction, hot and cold, hero and one who doesn't want to be saved, ultimately a love that transcends lifetimes

Songs:

Almost

I'm almost me again

She's almost you

First Time

Some part of me must have died

The final time you called me 'baby'

Francesca

If someone asked me at the end

I'd tell them, "Put me back in it"

PeoplePleasing!Tav x Astarion

Fic: The Consequences of Convenience

Dynamic: best friends who can't seem to time their love properly, a slow love nurtured by mutual respect

Songs:

Like Real People Do

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask, you neither should you

Sunlight

Know that I would glad be

The Icarus to your certainty

Shrike

I couldn't utter my love when it counted

Ah, but I'm singing like a bird about it now

*Disclaimer: Certain parts of certain songs fit better or worse for each, which is why I included lyrics of appropriate parts.

[muselixer]

dumb things my friends and I have said: 2023!

part one: january - march apologies ahead of time for length! feel free to change pronouns if need be. warning for foul and dirty language, and capslock-implied yelling :)

“Am I okay? Maybe. Probably not though.”

“Well she deserves to look old.”

“Got spotted throwing it back...”

“I have never wanted to be someone else as badly as I want to be that bitch.”

“Should I be the most vampiric person in the Petsmart today?”

“Accidentally became a femboy again.”

“Femboys are a dime a dozen and simultaneously so rare.”

“MOTHERFUCKER CAN YOU LOOK?”

“Ooh, look at me, I answered a fucking question.”

“This is only proving that I either have a hyperfixation or a problem.”

“Ugh, it smells like a bathroom in here.”

“He scarred those poor people for life, and he’s my idol.”

“That man has never shotgunned anything in his life.”

“Okay, so I didn’t realize how midnight it was.”

“My teeth feel like there’s an Apple airpod in my mouth.”

“We can only commit crimes Tuesday to Thursday, after hours.”

“Ahh, Cheez-Its. My one true love.”

“Grease Lightning thought automatic cars were cool.”

“I was having loud reactions in my home. That were not voluntary.”

“I feel like a Waffle House that closed due to weather.”

“My humor is that of a roach.”

“I would Toot Canal him so hard.”

“Eat shit, lint-licker.”

“We all know ‘draw background’ killed your grandma.”

“Lo and behold, guess what you did boy. You died.”

“That man read Fifty Shades of Gray and thought it was based on a true story.”

“The way my arm just bent is NOT fictitious.”

“The things I’d do to be in a microwave right now.”

“Actually, YOU should shoot MY ass― That was bad, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not ACTUALLY meth because what the fuck, but it’s like meth’s goody two shoes cousin.”

“I have no defense but I also have no shame.”

“Wait a minute, I want free money just for being gay.”

“I CAN PISS LSD?”

“I was less depressed, but significantly higher.”

“No no, you have my permission to call me a slur.”

“You have the reaction time of a sandal.”

“Sorry, you’re saying I can’t think catboys are hot?”

“I used to have a last name, but she took that in the divorce too.”

“Oh, HA, the AI called the wrong person a Jew!”

“I don’t even lose an hour of sleep, I lose an hour of being awake.”

“Those are my brain cells. They are dying.”

“Deadass built like a Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2 NPC.”

“I need to go home. I’m about to be so mean to an optician.”

“I need to eat my fucking keyboard, I’m so sick of these people.”

“The written language is a light switch and my ADHD is the Spongebob Nosferatu flickering the lights.”

“Violence isn’t an emotion, but it is now.”

“The worst part about dying is that I lost the spaghetti.”

“If it’s gay to be time-efficient, then I don’t wanna be straight.”

“I shat in it for flavor and then pissed to fill it up.”

“He got bitchified.”

“I’m ready to finally be a bitch.”

“Oh, so we’re seeing Star Wars characters now?”

“I wasn’t bullying you. You were just suffering in my regime.”

“Who needs art when I have infinite rizz?”

“He can’t tell you he likes you all the time? Lame.”

“Reason has left the chat.”

“Fuckin’ dump a gallon of bleach and ammonia into a toilet and just lock the doors.”

[nucleargnocchi]

In defense of Despicable Me 3

It has taken me FOREVER to get to this and I can no longer find the ask but! @squidsandthings, to answer your question of what's up with Despicable Me 3, the plain truth of it is that it is simply the pinnacle of film. Most people think it's a classic case of a company wringing every drop of profit they can from a movie that saw commercial success, dragging it out further and further with each sequel until the plot is so attenuated you can barely see it, the concept is so inane you lose brain cells watching it, and the characters are so two-dimensional they are undoubtably relatives of Stanley. But I say it's cinema at its finest. I will try to make this short, but brevity is nigh impossible when extolling the virtues of Despicable Me 3.

To start, Gru is the morally gray anti-hero this generation needs: an ingenius villain with something to prove (he has mommy issues), yet a tender family man at heart. He yearns for his past life, for the thrill of heists and gadgets and gizmos, but recognizes that he now has joys and responsibilities (the gorls) and must struggle to tame his nostalgia.

Dru, Gru's long-lost twin brother with the most luscious blond hair you've ever seen, is the hot to Gru's cold, the high to his low, the piliferously well-endowed to his follically challenged. Dru has all the charisma and charm that Gru lacks, but he is bumbling and incompetent when it comes to heisting. Yet, despite it all, he desperately wants to follow in his (and Gru's) recently deceased father's legacy of villainy, to make him posthumously proud.

The gorls are growing up: Margo receives a proposal from a boy with limp cheese and a pig, Edith remains surly yet reveals her caring nature as she accompanies Agnes to find a unicorn, and Agnes herself remains a paragon of hope and childlike wonder despite learning that unicorns aren't real, choosing to embrace a one-horned goat in what is possibly a biblical allusion to finding the beauty in imperfection. All the while, the gorls are figuring out what a relationship with their step-mom Lucy looks like, and Lucy in turn is learning what it means to be a mother.

The minions, upset with the dangerous labor conditions (Dr. Nefario was accidentally frozen in carbonite) and unfulfilling work (not evil), decide to unionize in a powerful example of proletariat uprising. Unfortunately, they later get imprisoned for stealing pizza after enthralling fictional and real-life audience members alike by performing a spectacular impromptu rendition of the Major-general's Song on a live singing competition. They then stage a jailbreak like the radical prison abolitionists they are and find their way back to continue a life of crime with Dru.

With such a star-studded cast of characters, you'd think there would be no way to steal the spotlight, but the antagonist, Balthazar Bratt, manages to outshine them all. Bratt is nuanced and realistic with a tragic, compelling backstory (teenage acne) who clings to a delusion of fame after his TV show as a child actor was canceled. He is stylish and funky, bringing all the best parts of the '80s back to life with his superior sense of fashion (I mean, who else can pull off spiky purple shoulderpads and not look monstrous?), immense bravery (he sports a spiky, gleaming mullet despite his large bald patch), and multipurpose choice of weaponry (keytar that emits waves of sonic energy strong enough to blow not just your socks, but all of your clothes off to the tune of Van Halen's "Jump").

In all, Despicable Me 3 is undoubtably a cinematic masterpiece through and through.

Also, it's an inside joke with my cousin that I've taken waaaay too far.

[adrift-in-thyme]

Day 20: Knife Wound (Wind)

Ao3 link

Cw for blood and injury

Whew almost didn’t get this one finished today. Allergy brain is refusing to cooperate 🫠 But I couldn’t have completed it without @silvercaptain24 who helped me decide which boy to pick on today. Thanks!! ❤️

——————————

Wind shifts, tugging at the ropes wrapped around his wrists. The coarse material rubs relentlessly across his flesh with every movement. But he doesn’t plan to stop struggling anytime soon. His captors will be here soon—he can hear them talking downstairs—and he plans to get free before they do. From what Wild has told him of the Yiga, their plans for him can’t entail anything even remotely enjoyable.

Besides, it smells like dead people and overripe bananas. And there’s a mysterious substance in the corner of his cell. Frankly, it’s gross.

Another maneuver, slightly desperate and jerky now, and his bonds seem to tighten. Wind leans back against the wall and huffs an exasperated sigh. Ropes shouldn’t be this hard to break out of. At least not for him. He’s practically a pirate for Hylia’s sake.

“Alright, fine. We’ll do it your way.”

The voices come closer, then footsteps sound on the stairs, and Wind freezes. A shadow looms on the wall.

“No, you prepare. I’ll go get him.”

A Yiga assassin appears at the top of the stairs and turns toward his cell. In the dim lighting the white of his mask almost glows.

“Hey kid,” he says, wrenching open the barred door. “Hope you’re ready.”

His tone is the most patronizing Wind has heard anyone use in a while. Maybe even ever. It makes him want to kick his feet out from under him. And as the Yiga crosses the cell to him, he can’t help imagining how gratifying it would feel to shove him down the stairs. But the ropes incapacitating him make that rather difficult, so he settles for a scowl instead.

It hardly feels like enough, though. Especially when the Yiga hauls him up by his shoulder and pushes him forcefully forward. Wind loses his balance and hits the floor. He winces, as his chin connects with the hard concrete, and his teeth click together, catching his tongue between them. The taste of blood explodes in his mouth.

The Yiga begins to laugh. Without sparing him a moment to recover, he drags him back to his feet and half-carries him down the stairs. Wind fights the whole way, kicking and biting and struggling with all his might. The angle is awkward, however, and most of his attacks connect only with air. It’s only when he manages to sink his teeth into the Yiga’s arm that he gets much of a reaction at all.

“Little brat,” he snarls and hurls Wind down onto the ground. There’s the distinct sound of a weapon being unsheathed, a flash of metal, and then pain rips through his right arm.

Wind just manages to bite back a scream as blood runs hot and fast from the wound. He doesn’t have time to look at it, not when the Yiga is pulling him up again, forcing him to stumble forward, but it feels deep.

Wild was right. The Yiga mean business.

Laughter fills his ears now, as more assassins emerge, surrounding him like circling hawks. His captor pushes him to his knees on the cold, rough ground, and places a hand on his shoulder to keep him there. Another Yiga steps forward and Wind raises his head, struggling to breathe.

Blood trickles down his arm, seeping into his tunic and his bindings. The light touch of its steady stream would likely tickle if not for the burning agony in through his bicep.

“You know where the champion is.”

The new Yiga leans toward him and hooks the tip of her weapon beneath Wind’s chin. It’s a dangerous-looking thing, smooth and curved, ending in a deadly point. Wind fights not to lean away.

“You want to leave here in one piece don’t you, kid?” She tilts her head and brings up with just a bit more pressure. Blood blossoms beneath the blade. “Then, give us your friend’s location.”

So, that’s what they want.

He glares at her, hands fisted to stop their trembling. “I would never betray my friend!”

The Yiga laugh again, heads thrown back as it pours from them, maniacal and demeaning.

“Oh,” the assassin before him says, “Yes you will.”

She lifts her hand and the weapon gleams demonically. Wind tenses, waiting for the moment he knows is coming.

“You will know the might of the Yiga!”

It feels like fire is searing its way across his chest. Wind screams, back arching to try and escape the endless burn. But then it blazes across his back too, as the Yiga holding him joins in, and he can’t get away from it, even as his vision goes spotty and his stomach rebels.

“Tell us where he is, boy.” The blade is at his throat again, and Wind pries his eyes open, blinking away tears.

He drags in a breath, manages a croaked, “no,” and the agony starts anew.

The blades are as effective as they look. Every swipe of them across his body is worse than the last. Wind tries to struggle, tries to break free, if only to grasp the crystal lying useless in his pocket. But they restrain him, laughing at his weak attempts at a fight.

His tunic is in shreds now, the vibrant blue fabric turned navy with his blood. The ropes are wet with it, it’s in his hair and smeared across his face. He can no longer see the Yiga prowling about him, cutting him mercilessly. He can only see smudged colors, dull lights. The world tilts and if not for the assassin’s fingers digging into his shoulder, he would go down with it.

“Where. Is. He?” The Yiga grits out for what feels like the hundredth time.

Wind drudges up the last dregs of his strength and spits in her face.

Everything is swallowed by pain after that.

They know how to prolong death, know just the right way to bring their blades down to avoid an ending blow. Even still, he knows it's coming. He can tell by the way his consciousness goes in and out like waves upon the sea. He can tell by the blood rising in his throat, choking him; by the pounding in his head, the fire in his veins. He can tell by the way the world begins to dim, the pain begins to both heighten and dull.

Blessed oblivion draws him in. He fights against it with all his might.

He has nearly lost the battle when Wild arrives.

Wind knows his voice, even through the clamor of his heartbeat and the rushing in his ears. He tries to lift his head but even that slight movement makes everything ache. He collapses back with a whimper.

“It’s okay, sailor. I’m here.”

Strong, steady hands lift him up, supporting him as cool glass presses at his lips. Obediently, he opens his mouth and lets the bitter liquid slide down his parched throat. Almost instantly the pain begins to subside, accompanied by the strange sensation of his skin being stitched back together. It's a relief though, to be able to breathe again, function again. Even if he still feels a long way from normal.

Too bad his tunic isn’t quite as lucky as he is, Wind thinks, ruefully. He’ll have to pay a visit to Outset and get a new one.

But for now, he’s content to lay in the champion’s arms, as he carries him to safety.

[hellcatinnc]

Day 1 Husbando #1 - Ikki - Adult Content! 18+

My sweet dear Ikki holds a place in my heart like no other. I want to break down all the things I love about him and why I think he is the perfect husbando.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His Smile

Its so adorable I can't help but smile every time I see him. He is sure to make you laugh and smile for the rest of your days. I could look at this smile the rest of my life and along with those beautiful eyes how can you not fawn all over this man.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His Nerdy Side

So we all know he is brilliant enough that he can handle Kent's math quizzes so when he wears glasses and looks like he is nerding out leaves me weak in the knees. I also would be able to have smart conversations and not feel like I'm losing brain cells to talk to him.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His Passion

Would not be hard to see passionate nights in how he holds a woman close making her feel safe and wanted. Whether he is heating up the sheets or making women wet in all the right places he is surely to take you to heaven all night long.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His Sexiness

This man surely knows how to pose whether he is just waking up, undressing to make love to you, posing to seduce you or falling asleep this man surely knows how to wear a shirt in the sexiest way along with his hot body. I would be his kitten any day if I was the mc. the spades under his eye sets off his sexiness.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

How Romantic He Is

He wants to take care of you, and hold you for the rest of his life. He wants to make sure your safe and he is clingy but thats ok you will never have to second guess how he feels. Lots of cuddles from this man and he is so romantic in how he puts you first. He wants to make you his princess and wants to be your prince even though he knows he isn't perfect he would gladly give up his powers if he just could so he could make you happy forever.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His Naughtiness

OMG this man makes me want to squeal sometimes in his looks and his naughty words. Like he has such a sexy way of bringing naughty words into play how could you ever resist him. He has bedroom eyes when he is so into you. His eyes undress you without you even saying a word.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He Looks Good In Costume

Great even rock clothes I would welcome his voice in my ear every night and dressed in sexy rocker wear. He can pull this look off like no other and I want more of him.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Looks Good In A Komono

I normally don't think men looks so great in komono's but this man rocks them in a sexy way. Now the question is does he have anything under there? ;)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His Face

This beautiful face watching it when he has to leave or better yet the face you see when he comes home to you is a perfect way to end your day with your husbando.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His Possessiveness

Some people don't like it but when he thinks someone is trying to take you from him or that he might be losing you he has no problem putting his foot down and penning you to the wall to let you know how he feels about losing you. Even in this possessiveness he still just doesn't want to live without you how can you hold this against him. I love this strong pressense in him to take what he wants and whats his comes off so hot.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He is genuine in so many ways I could go on and on I promise I am definitely so into Ikki. These are the reasons he is my number one for nomination of my husbando. I just love his soul and if I was the mc in her world there is no other choice this man would be it, he would be my number one. I even love his sexy voice too.

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 1 episode 29

oh cool this is the last episode of season 1

uhura girlsplains private transmitters to kirk

weirdly colorful star map

why do they call other ships "he" i thought ships were girls

hey wasnt warp factor 8 super dangerous are we just cool with that now

kirk determined to save other ship flying into the sun i love this dude

some cryptic shit

k that dudes dead. bye

omg jims brother is on this planet :0

i just called kirk jim. i didnt even think about it. oh god.

uhura girlsplains private transmitters to kirk... 2!

kirk wants to see his family :(

this planet looks like the mopop in seattle. if u get it u get it

kirk looks nauseous with emotional vulnerability

insane violent dudes

omg they actually stunned them for once

something fucked ups going on here

kirk please you cant keep plunging crying womens faces into your tits eventually one of thems not gonna be cool with it

kirks brother is dead???

hahahahah he looks exactly like him

yeah hes dead

his nephews ok though

spock uses comfort! its not very effective. can they make out now

alright kirk you can do this. dont seduce your sister in law. i believe in you

her names aurelan im not sure thats a real name

aurelan dont make those noises

what are you talking about

this actress is determined to sound overwhelmingly horny when shes supposed to sound upset

some weird brain shit going on

"they"

evil brain creatures doing evil brain things to build ships?

horniest scream ive ever heard

uh rip aurelan i guess. congrats kirk you got through an episode with a hot girl without making out with her

kirk status: Repressing Sadness

are the aliens bees. they sound like bees

oh GOD

theyre like flying manta rays oh jesus. ok thats fucked

they look silly as shit but also the direction lets them be terrifying

SPOCK GOT MANTA'D

oh shit i think its in his brain

this is gonna be gay isnt it

anyone who thinks mccoy isnt kinda gay for spock is stupidly wrong

eugh its all up in his bod

alright theyre a little like bees

fight it spock fight it

"locate and restrain mr spock" very normal of u to say kirk

kirk pins spock to the floor. ok

i got bingo

spock u good

"i will be able to return to duty" i dont believe you

spock says i can just turn off my pain

"i need you, spock" DO YOU NOW, KIRK?

spock youre so possessed rn

yes scotty threaten his life

spock has Determination

"i am in complete control of myself, doctor" NO YOURE NOOOOT

kirk no dont believe him i know youre in love but you gotta use your brain i know you have one

sigh. ok spock try ur best to resist the evil brain things i guess

they look like those things from half life

theres so many oh god

cmon spock u got this

grabs u with my pinchers

mission successful thank god. manta ray thing kidnapped.

spock says fuck my own needs i am Useful

its a giant brain cell? thats super cool ngl

a lot of these aliens have really cool concepts and still look silly as shit

more mcspock sexual tension

kirk says computers good this time

"your affection for spock" DUDE

to spread brainpox or commit genocide. that is the question. kirk says no

star trek doesnt know that light is radiation

kill the brain mantas with light. ok

sorry we might have to blind you to free you from brain disease

spocks blind now

"these creatures are sensitive to light which we cannot see" you have described radiation. you said you tried radiation and it didnt work. dont do this to me

sorry spock we didnt need to blind you. its ok though he forgives us anyway

ULTRAVIOLET? THEYRE WEAK TO ULTRAVIOLET???? DO THEY KNOW THAT ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT EASILY BLINDS YOU????? DO THEY KNOW HUMANS ARE ALSO WEAK TO ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT??????? DO THEY KNOW THAT THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT RADIATION IS OH MY GOD IM LOSING MY MIND

exposing the entire planet to a giant blast of ultraviolet light is extremely dangerous and im not sure they know that. theyre gonna be so sunburned so many of them are going to get skin cancer

ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT ISNT RED

ugh. ok i guess the brain things are dead anyway. whatever

mcspirk is so real and true

spocks not blind anymore. hes fine now. vulcan stuff

"my first sight was the face of dr mccoy bending over me" WHAT

"tis a pity brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty, mr spock" WHAT????????

MCSPIRK IS SO REAL AND TRUE

[moonlightguardianmoon]

Why has the internet been so depressed over tragic gay men lately? Like- from what I've on the internet so far, is tragic gay men in either pirate theme, time traveling interdimensional multiverse non-sence, to biblical characters stoping Armag-NOPE, getting tragic over a simple miscommunication over something the other said and taking it too in deep over what the other actually means- OR because both wish to understand each other on a personal level, so they try and become something for the other on both ends OR try to do something to make improvements for their lives to work out for the two so they could leave in some form of peace, Sometimes they don't even realise they're gay (or they just decided to add it in the last minute so they could get more fans to see their faith ship come true (kind of)) but ultimately end up being a giant miley cyrus, size wrecking ball and wreck everything! All because of a simple miscommunication from both parties! Like- BOY YOU KNOW THAT NOT WHAT HE MEANT! Because both men are just sharing a single brain cell, and they have to take turns sharing said one brain cell. Usually, one man has the brain cell longer than the other but is still an emotional and social fool. The other just big head empty most of the time, but has their far share of "Eureka!", moment, also usually the one who realizes everything first despite the other being the keeper of their shared brain cell. Also, the other just like wearing black- not because their egdy or "tragic tragic" its just because they like the look and hot topic was a good choice. The other is just a fancy pants who likes books and enjoys just living life as is with their respective partner and just want to have one simple day with them without some kind of looming threat over their head and is also the one who secretly is the "Actual body gard of the two" (sometimes), Bro all I'm saying is, is that there some werid trend going on here in the show business. Is this where humanity has led to now? Just gay men being tragic in every conceivable timeline and / or interdimensional universe in every multiverse!? Like, I'm not complaining, but bro, this is too much tragic for me to take in man. Do you have any idea how much my heart has been broken seeing all these tragic gay men? Makes me kind of want to write my owm story about two tragic gay men being tragic! Like MIGHT AS WELL! EVERYONE ONE ELSE DOING IT! Maybe I'll give them a dog or something? Like, maybe I'll give them a 200 year old being with the fresh mind of a child just wanting to do their best- or maybe a nearby guy who's so wholesome for his own good- Or MaYbE I'Ll JuSt GiVe tHeM a cReW oN sHiP wHo aRe jUsT LiKe- "Oh ya we're totally fine with this." (Have yet to watch ofmd but you never know) Bro, I'm just losing my mind right now over this! Apparently, this trend of gay men make me crazy- CRAZY!? I WAS CRAy once! They locked me in an internet page- an internet page full of gay men! Gay men make me crazy- CRAZY!? I WAS CRAZY ONCE-! Bottomline is I forgot where I was going with this, and uuuuh sometime gay men are just an angel and a demon trying to be on their own side. Sometimes it's a pirate and a noble guy trying to live life on the sea, sometimes a god of mischief and some office worker for the multiverse and timeline who both don't even know their in love to begin with... or Marvel is just trying to hop on the tragic gay men train before it fades, just like when Thanos snapped half the universe, Disney also faded along with it.

[fruitycasket]

Still Here, Again

Word Count: 630

Summary: Jack is still there, isn't he? Isn't he?

Notes: Sequel-y thing to this! And a link to the Ao3 version! Also, I don't know how to explain it, eldritch horror(?) features heavily in this one and there is a kind-of sort-of death. And lastly, @ari-stash because they wanted to be tagged.

It's been some time now since Jack was ripped away from his hospital bed and his coma for the monster to puppeteer. He’s grown weary, the type of bone-deep tired even it could not correct with its strange powers, or at least didn’t bother to.

At first, he drifts in and out of consciousness at random, sometimes awaking while it is busy picking dirt and dust out of Chase’s hair, sometimes while it is feasting on hot flesh or ripping chunks out of the vigilante he now only dimly remembers the name of through his drowsiness.

Jack becomes passive. The monster takes notice.

They would sleep together, Jack’s human half pulling the monster down into strange dreams filled with the imagery of stranger memories, and when they woke up something would be different.

One day Jack finds himself calling the beast by its name.

Another, Jack struggles to tell some of his own thoughts from Anti’s, and he only briefly considers it worrying before content settles over him.

A few days later, Jack's brain is thrumming with energy, and to his dull human senses it feels as if he can see a million miles away in every direction. In the final moments before he sleeps for the night, a fierce terror overtakes his brain. Anti whispers to him, There’s nothing you can do, and then he—they fell asleep again.

The threshold was crossed.

Jack died.

Died in the human sense, anyway.

There is no piece of his body left containing his DNA, not in its human form, and his mind has been fully absorbed. Its neurons dissolved into a net of jittering, buzzing electrical impulses (some corporeal, some not) that had been their own people once upon a time.

He can feel now that their flesh is intertwined, folded and marbled into a whole human-shaped mass by weeks of methodical work at a microscopic level—a monstrous being chipping away at the poor, simple animal’s flesh.

Dissecting it.

Pulling apart all its soft internal organs, ripping up blood vessels, tendons and nerves, reorganizing, replacing stable anatomy with something ever-shifting, something no longer what it was but not entirely new either. A happy middle ground.

He can’t explain it. This is still his body, it feels more like his body than it ever has since Anti took him, but gone is the feeling of watching through two small, round windows. Now is the feeling of being himself and also part of the monster, a part of its brain maybe. Dedicated to what? Something nice.

Something like… 

He glances at the empty bed beside him.

…protecting what is theirs.

He imagines Chase in his mind. The picture is crisp, clear. He can smell the scent of his skin, hear his heartbeat, watch microscopic creatures live and die on his body, count the hairs in his beard—a million details flit by him a human eye, or ear, or nose, or tongue would miss.

Acting on instinct, he reaches out to touch him. The vision disappears and he finds himself digging his fingers into a cold blanket.

Sorrow pulls his chest tight.

They’ve taken him, he’s no longer lying peacefully in his bed like he’s supposed to be. 

The thought of that soft dark hair and scarred skin and warm blood he’s grown to covet being in another’s claws is not one he can tolerate much longer. Evidence of his presence in this room is rapidly rotting away, his shed cells are being eaten by microscopic animals, his smell is dissipating to a point even his sensitive nose is losing track of it.

His body grows fuzzy at the edges. He needs to find Chase, he needs to bring him back where he belongs.

He disappears from the room, ready to hunt.

[just-some-random-blogger]

IM CRYING IM CRYING MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY HAS BEEN ALTERED I AM NOT THE SAME PERSON I WAS 1 FIC AGO THIS WAS SOOOOOOOOO INCREDIBLY WELL WRITTEN ITS TERRIBLE WHY COS WTF DO YOU MEAN IM NOT YN I HATE HER SHUT THE FUCK UP THAT SHOULD BE ME LOBOTOMY RIGHT FUCKING NO

I feel like I just watched a movie. I don't smoke I don't want to promote any form of smoking whatsoever but I need a blunt. That's the only way I can describe this feeling. I'm devastated

I fucking hate it here. Except that's a lie I don't BUT I DO COS THAT SHOULD BE MEEEEE.

The way you write is exceptional phenomenal amazing incredible it's so vivid I can taste it my brain will never recover I am marked with insanity the way you describe everything is amazing like THE SMALL DETAILS THE PINING THE YEARNING THE SMUTT 🫦🫦🫦🫦 THE SMUTTTT FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT I NEED TO BE PUT DOWN

You sighed, ignoring the way the Gryffindor common room fireplace made his brown eyes almost golden, freshly brewed espresso with nutty foam.

Like thiiisssss wHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS SO GOOD I WISH I COULD ABSORB YOUR BRAIN CELLS. ALSO *snaps fingers* EARTH TO YN???? mama hello u good u are in love stfu eat him or move over so *I* CAN YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT

But George was your friend, as you often repeated to yourself in moments like these, when that mischievous smirk softened to a smile just for you.

DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT

You tried to reimmerse yourself in your studies, but can’t seem to fall back into the reading, losing track of each sentence before it’s finished.

🙄✋ be fr

George had been pestering you for weeks to spend a portion of the upcoming holiday break with him at the Weasley household, and up until now, you’d successfully resisted. But then he found out your grandparents were going on a trip to Spain for two weeks and became unbearable.

Like honestly girl be so fucking for real HO IS U BLIND ❓❓❓ HE CLEARLY HAS THE HOTS FOR YOU I MIGHT HAVE TO BREAK A FUCKER HELLO?????

It was unnerving, exhilirating, and by far the most important relationship in your young life. Which is why you squashed any wandering thought about his freckles, his jawline, the way his forearms flexed while he read, or the way his chest heaved after a Quidditch match, his hands spidered with veins after hours of gripping the Beater’s Bat.

She's ravenclaw but the stupidest broom in the closet *walks out*

“Not a date!” You tossed over your shoulder as you stepped through the portrait.

BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL YOU IDJIT UGHHHHHHHH *SHOOTS LASER BEAMS IN UR FUCKING FACE*

“I do,” he murmured, ushering you inside and into his mother’s waiting embrace.

... Bestie I'm not even gonna lie to you I don't remember the context of this but I'm sure the correct response is HES SO UGHHH BARK BARK HAHAAHAH LOL

He coughed something that sounded an awful lot like ‘incendio’ into his elbow, wand hand flicking under the table at the same moment. Percy leapt up, the crotch of his trousers igniting with flame.

RAW. TIL THE SKIN FALL OFF. NO HE WAS SO HOT FOR THIS... BADUM TSS UGH HES SO FUCKKKKINNGGGGG RAAHHH I DONT EVEN KNOW EHAT TO SAY IM JUST BARKING

“Could’ve been a little more subtle,” Fred chastised George with a smirk.

“I wasn’t going for subtlety,” George replied. “I was going for ‘burning his bollocks off’.”

YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM WHAT I CANNOT

You found yourself searching for his eyes across the room, smiling at silly things he’d said hours prior, ghosting your fingers over the places he’d brushed against you while passing by. You’d even take a whiff of his coat when he’d come in after a walk with Charlie and tossed it onto the banister.

...............I'm eyeing this low IQ bottom of the barrel brains moron NASTY. MY LOOK AT YN IS SO NASTY RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN *SLAPS HER* GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND EAT HIS ASS I WILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING NECK YOURE SO DOWN BAD BUT SO IS YOUR DEPTH PERCEPTION APPARENTLY IDDDDIOTTTTT

George, that bottomless bundle of fizzing energy, seemed even more lively around his favorite people, his heart on full display. And, if you were honest, it was doing funny things to your head and heart.

I would die for him. Girl PLEASSEEE

He caught your wrist in his soapy hand, turning you back towards him. Your heart leapt into your throat at the intensity of his gaze, his jaw feathering with tension as his eyes searched your face. They were so dark, nearly black from his dilated pupils. His dry hand rose slowly, as if afraid you might startle. He dragged the back of his fingers along your cheek before sliding them into the hair at the nape of your neck.

THE WAY MY STOMACH DROPPED GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. GIRLLLL.

THIS WAS SO FUCKING SATISFYING I CANT EVEN TELL YOU I WAS FOAMING IN THE FUCKKNG MOUTH AND I CANT SAY I EVEN EXAGGERATING I FELT MY SALIVA IN MY MOUTH I need to be put down

“Ahem,” someone cleared their throat and you sprang away from George, grabbing a plate as if they hadn’t seen what you were doing. Bill leaned against the doorway, a knowing smirk on his face.

🧍‍♀️😃👋 HI BILL IF ITS ANY CONSOLATION I ALSO THINK UR HOT *RUNS AWAY* FUCKING HELL

Thanks to your distraction, Percy missed an easy move, giving George the first upper hand of the game. You leaned a bit into Percy’s space, and his hands began to tremble. When you walked away, he compensated for his hesitation with a rash move, exposing his Queen.

Oh damn she playing mind games. Respect

You made your move, but didn’t stop dragging your foot up and along his knee, skimming his inner thigh. He sat up a little straighter, narrowing his eyes at the board, and you expected him to make his move, when you feel a hand clasp around your ankle, his touch a brand even through your thick stockings. His eyes lifted to yours, and the hunger in them stole your breath.

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️😃😃😃✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋ IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE WEASLEY CLAN UHMMMMMM UHHHHH HUHHHHH🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑 HELLO??????? I DONT THIS STUPID ASS BIRD BRAIN LIL SHIT SHE WAS DOWN BAD *smokes a blunt* fuckING WHAT WHY

His family laughed, reminding you that you were, in fact, completely surrounded by his parents and siblings, and you dropped your foot. That fucking trickster, he knew exactly how to get under your skin.

✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋ GIRL IM SAYING UHHH U GOT WAYYYY TOOOO COMFORTABLE WAYYYYY TO QUICKLY HELLO POLICE 🚨🚨🚨🚓🚓🚓🚓

You risked removing one hand to show him what a real bird looks like, and he barked a laugh before banking away from you.

WAIT THE PART WHERE HE WAS TEASING HER ABOUT BEING CALLED FEATHERS WAS SUPER CUTE AND THIS WAS SO WITTY AND CUTE AND AHHH

“George,” you cut him off. “Right now, I need you.”

?????????? THE WAY THIS GOT ME SCROLLING BACK TO SEE THEY WERE IN FACT ON A COUCH WHICH MEANS THEY WERE- ARE IN THE LIVING ROOM???? HUHHHH HMMMMMMM HELLO TALK ABOUT LIVING ON EDGE IDK I COULD BE WRONG BUT ALSO I had to calm myself from the idea that someone could walk in on them with the reassurance you wouldn't hurt me and destroy me so ardently. And you didn't. You a real one for that. UGHHHHH. anyway. All of that + BARKING BARKING SO MUCH.

“Shh, baby. You have to be quiet f’me.” George nudged your shirt up with his fingers, kissing along the purplish bruises marring your stomach. “My poor girl.” His thumbs traced the curves of your stomach softly, almost reverent as he gazed up at you. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. so perfect. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, to feel you beneath me, fuck, hear the pretty little sounds you make for me.” He was rambling now, lost in the act of worshiping your body, his hands and lips traveling gently over your skin.

IM SO NORMAL THIS IS SO VIVID SO CLEAR SO CRISP SO SOFT AND IM SO NORMAL ABOUT IT. GEORGIE GIVING TUMMY KISSES IS INSANE WORK IMMA NEED IT EVERY DAY FOREVER WHAT IF I CRY

“So fucking good,” he mumbled against you, the vibrations of his low voice making your sensitive clit tingle. You tugged on his hair, encouraging him to pay attention to where you needed him most. “I know, I know.” He pressed a kiss to your clit, teasing you for just a moment longer before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking hard.

SLAPPING MY HAND IN MY FUCKING FACE SO HARD TALKING YOU THROUGH IT IS INSANE WORK I WOULD SIMPLY DISINTEGRATE ITS FINE I AM A NORMAL WELL ADJUSTED MEMBER OF SOCIETY I HOPE YOU KNOW EACH LINE IM QUOTING ESPECIALLY THE SMUT HITTTSSS IT HITSZSSSSSSSSSS FUCKKKK

You smirked, bracing your hands against the back of the couch to pick up the pace, your thighs and abs burning from the exertion. But he felt so fucking good, stretching you open, the root of his cock dragging along your clit.

rAW???? I MEAN I SAID RAW BUT SHE STILL HAS ME GAGGGEDDD

I DONT EVEN HAVE A MEME GOOD ENOUGH FOR THIS. THIS MEME IS SUCH LIGHT WORK SO L COMPARED TO WHAT I FEEL.

“So, can I call you my girl without being corrected now?” He teased, tickling your ribs.

You can literally call me tuna salad fool whatchu meannnnn what r u onnnnnn rn

The following morning, you descended from your room to find George at the bottom of the stairs, shirtless, twirling his Beater Bat in his right hand. The same hand that brought you the most earth shattering orgasm of your life.

FERAL SHE US CRAZZYYYY FREAKKY DOWN BAD AND SO IS HEEEEE SHE IS ME AND I NEED TO GET A LOBOTOMY

“What on earth are you doing?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing his cheek, admiring the violet mark you left above his clavicle.

HICKEY❓❓❓❓ ABSOLUTEL MENACE ABSOLUTE INSANE WORK WHAT THE FUCK I NEED A WRENCH

“I just want to talk,” George said, gently moving you aside before prowling up the stairs towards his younger brother.

I'm sobbing im so in love with him (he is a bunch of lines)

“I'll let ‘im get a good whack in,” Molly said, smiling at you. “Since you're his girl and all.”

GAGGED. MS MAAM I- MRS WEASLEY MAN I....

BESTIE LET ME MAKE ONE (1) ☝️ THING STRAIGHT IF IT ISNT ABSOLUTELY CRYSTAL CLEAR. I ABSOLUTELY LOVEEED THIS. I know I went off on YN and read her to filth but again let me be clear I don't hate her. I've read some yn's that are like 😬 oof you know like that is not me that's is Y/N no ma'am I am not substituting my name there. This is not that at alllllll. I'm just a hater MSJSJSJS now that I have the space to be one on the reblog HAHAHAH BUT AGAIN I DID NOT HATE HEE AT ALL. I DONT HATE HER except I do cos 🤽‍♀️ THAT 🤽‍♀️SHOULD🤽‍♀️BE🤽‍♀️ME🤽‍♀️

I actually loveeeeeee the way you unfolded everything. It was really beautiful and it made me miss reading so much cos I have spent an awful lot of time writing. Ughhh it's so good I cannot express it enough. Literally changed my brain I am so happy to find such an amazing George fic because I keep seeing more of Fred when I look up fics for the twins.

Ugh I can't stop speaking praises. 1000000000/10 I would give you my kidney if you asked

A Weekend at the Weasley's

| George Weasley x ravenclaw!reader

summary: you and george become best friends after a poorly timed prank. george has been pestering you for weeks to stay with him at the Burrow for a weekend over the holidays, and you finally cave.

cw: smut (MDNI 18+), dead parents, pining, Percy being a weirdo, quidditch injury and bruising, george still has two ears and a twin, lots of dirty talk and petnames, equal parts fluff and smut

an: george and reader are over eighteen in this fic. timeline is def wrong. but who caaaaaaares bc it's not me!

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

“C’mon, feathers,” George begged, shifting from his place on the couch to kneeling on the floor in front of you. “I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

“George, I don’t—”

“Would I ever put you in harm’s way?”

You scoffed. “Well, there was the time you lit my potions homework on fire, and the time you transfigured my chocolate frog into an actual frog. Or the time you and Fred—”

“Besides that!” He huffed, resting his chin on your knees, blinking up at you with round eyes. “Pleeeeaaasssseee, y/n? Come to the Burrow with me.”

You sighed, ignoring the way the Gryffindor common room fireplace made his brown eyes almost golden, freshly brewed espresso with nutty foam. You couldn’t deny George was handsome, most girls at Hogwarts fawned over him or his twin, or both. But George was your friend, as you often repeated to yourself in moments like these, when that mischievous smirk softened to a smile just for you.

“Bloody hell. Fine!” You shoved him off of you to escape his puppy-eyed trap.

“Yes!” He whooped, jumping to his feet. “It’s about time my mum meets my best girl—shit!”

You chucked your Potions books at his head. “Not your girl,” you huffed.

“Says you,” he teased, returning the book to you before flopping back down on the red couch, legs draped across your lap.

“Read the damn pages, Weasley.”

You tried to reimmerse yourself in your studies, but can’t seem to fall back into the reading, losing track of each sentence before it’s finished. George had been pestering you for weeks to spend a portion of the upcoming holiday break with him at the Weasley household, and up until now, you’d successfully resisted. But then he found out your grandparents were going on a trip to Spain for two weeks and became unbearable.

When George set his mind to something, he was stubborn as an ox.

And, despite yourself, you wanted to spend a few more days with him. You loved the Weasley siblings you’d met at school, and heard countless tales of Molly Weasley’s unbelievable Sunday roasts. It couldn’t be that bad, could it?

You were reserved by a nature, a studious and creative Ravenclaw from a muggle household. All things that stood at odds with one, ginger-haired George Weasley. But when a prank in fourth year set for Professor Snape backfired on you, his top student, and ruined your robes, the twins felt so awful they’d taken you to the Three Broomsticks for what George dubbed a “Butterbeer of Forgiveness”.

An unexpected friendship bloomed, and you’d been close with the twin’s ever since, George in particular. You loved Fred, and had countless memories with him, but you and George connected on a deeper level. From the moment you’d met, it was as if you’d always known one another. You could read him almost as well as Fred could, and George could read you better than anyone.

It was unnerving, exhilirating, and by far the most important relationship in your young life. Which is why you squashed any wandering thought about his freckles, his jawline, the way his forearms flexed while he read, or the way his chest heaved after a Quidditch match, his hands spidered with veins after hours of gripping the Beater’s Bat.

And when he called you things like his ‘best girl’, it turned your knees to jelly, your mind inside out. There was no way you’d finish your work now.

“I’m going back to the Tower. I have no idea how you Gryffindor’s get any work done with all this gold.” You stuffed your books into you back and stood, adjusting your robes.

“I’ll walk you,” George said, tossing his book aside. It looked like he hadn’t made any progress either.

“No, no. Finish your work. I’ll meet you in the Great Hall for breakfast, bags packed.”

“It’s a date!” He called as you walk away, and you can practically hear the grin on his face.

“Not a date!” You tossed over your shoulder as you stepped through the portrait.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

“My darlings!” Molly cooed, collecting her youngest two children into a massive hug at the train station terminal. You hid behind George, hoping somehow that she’d overlook your presence entirely. But of course, George wasn’t having it.

“Mum, this is y/n!” He grabbed you by the shoulders and thrust you out in front.

“George,” you hissed, but Molly was already upon you.

“Oh, y/n! I’ve heard so much about you! It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you. We were absolutely delighted when George’s letter arrived telling us you’d be accompanying him,” she chirped, fussing with your h/c hair and blue and bronze scarf.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Mrs. Weasley,” you said, smiling at her and her quieter husband, who was busy chatting with Harry and Ron.

George slung an arm over your shoulder, wafting his cinnamon-y cologne over you. “Shall we?”

You scowled up at him as he dragged you along behind his family, oblivious to your hesitation, or willfully ignoring it.

The crowded car ride home was chaotic, with everyone speaking loudly over one another, George and Fred the loudest of all in either ear, and by the time you arrived, you heart was thrumming loudly in your head, your chest tight with anxiety.

All you could think about was throwing yourself out of the car door and running back to Hogwarts on foot.

Everyone poured out of the car, bounding across the lawn and up to the slightly crooked, red-roofed home, smoke buffeting cheerfully from the many chimneys.

“Y/n?” George said, pausing when he realized you weren’t in step beside him. Something in your expression gave you away, and his smile fell. “Hey, what is it?” he asked, jogging back towards you and placing his hands on your arms.

“I, it’s…” words failed you as emotion pinched your throat.

“Too much?” he asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You nodded, shame scorching your cheeks as you looked down at your feet. The tips of his boots were touching yours, so much larger, a worn brown leather juxtaposing your shining black.

“It’s going to be alright, love,” he said, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to warm you up. “It means a lot to me that you’re here, even if it’s a bit overwhelming. But, hey—” he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at his handsome, wind-bitten face. “They love you already.”

“You told them about me?” You asked, your nerves alchemizing from wasps to butterflies.

“Of course I did.” He chuckled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “They’re probably sick to death of hearing about you, honestly.”

“Like how I’ve been tutoring you in Potions for two years?” you taunted.

“I’m sure they assumed after I told them your were the brightest witch in our year.” His eyes twinkled with mischief, ginger hair falling across his brow, and your heart gave a new sort of thump. One that made you a bit queasy with it’s intensity.

“I don’t know about brightest,” you argued as he tucked you under his arm once again, leading you toward the open front door.

“I do,” he murmured, ushering you inside and into his mother’s waiting embrace.

“C’mere, sweetheart. Help me with these rolls.” She tugged you down the hall, leaving George to be ambushed by his brothers.

“Who’s the eagle?” You heard what you assumed it be the eldest ask before you were whisked into the hearth-like kitchen.

Twenty minutes later and you were back at George’s side, sandwiched between him and Ginny at the dinner table, while everyone fought for a foothold in the conversation.

George’s thigh was warm against your own, familiar and grounding, and you resisted the urge to lean into him fully for shelter. Dutifully, he started filling both of your plates as dishes went by, allowing you to sit and take it all in. He snagged the bowl of garlic potatoes from Ron and added a giant scoop to your plate, knowing they were your favorite.

“Thank you,” you mumbled to him, and he gave your shoulder a light bump in response.

“So, y/n. George mentioned you’re a Potions whiz?” Arthur asked through a mouthful of roll.

Heat crept up your neck as everyone’s attention swiveled to you. “It’s my favorite subject, yes sir,” you answered sheepishly.

“She passed her Potions O.W.L. in fourth year,” George said proudly, beaming down at you. “She’s onto custom lesson plans with Snivelus now.”

“George!” Molly corrected, but he only laughed.

“That’s impressive,” Percy said, nodding at you from across the table. “Brilliant and beautiful.”

“I, uh, thanks,” you stutter, stuffing a forkful of potatoes into your mouth.

George stiffened, but his smile never wavered. “That she is.”

“So, what do your parents do? Were they in Ravenclaw as well?” Arthur asked.

The blood drained from your face. You had so hoped this wouldn’t come up.

George’s hand fell onto your leg, his long fingers looping around your pinky and twining your hand with his. “She lives with her grandparents. Muggles,” George said, the finality in his tone ensuring there would be no further questions.

Arthur stuttered an apology, and the rest of the table looked away nervously. But Molly smiled proudly at her son, a slightly flush to her round cheeks.

Again, your heart gave that brutal pang, and your hand squeezed his a little more tightly.

The meal continued on, and you blessedly fell into the background while the other’s talked about their work and the school year. Or, you at least thought you fell into the background, but every time you glanced up, you found Percy’s gaze lingering on you, hawkish.

You had met the third eldest brother on many occasions, as he often escorted you from the Gryffindor common room to the Tower when curfew struck. But he’d never looked at you like that. And frankly, it made your skin crawl.

You weren’t naive. You knew you were beautiful, intelligent, witty, all of the things that drew a wandering eye. But Percy was far from someone you’d be interested in. And you were here with George, after all, even if it was for purely platonic reasons.

You shifted a little when Percy’s gaze lingered a fraction too long, and accidentally alerted George to your discomfort. He leaned down towards you, his height ensuring your head barely reached his shoulder.

“Okay, feathers?” He murmured, but caught Percy flinching his gaze away at the same moment. “Percy bothering you?” he whispered, and you shook your head no. An obvious lie by the way you shifted marginally closer to George when Percy’s gaze returned. “I’ll handle it.” George straightened, slipping back into his ongoing conversation with Fred and Charlie, but you felt his hand skim past your leg, brushing against your calf as he reached for his wand.

The contact sent a tremor through your muscles, your nerves stretching towards every point of contact with him until it was all you could think about.

“George, what are you—”

He coughed something that sounded an awful lot like ‘incendio’ into his elbow, wand hand flicking under the table at the same moment. Percy leapt up, the crotch of his trousers igniting with flame.

Everyone but you and the twins scrambled up, Molly quickly tossing the cauldron of water at Percy’s pants.

“Could’ve been a little more subtle,” Fred chastised George with a smirk.

“I wasn’t going for subtlety,” George replied. “I was going for ‘burning his bollocks off’.”

You hide your snicker behind your hand, the last of your anxiety unraveling. George was with you, you were safe.

Once the fire was out, dinner was disbanded with the twins being sentenced to dishes duty, since it had to be one of them that set their brother’s trousers on fire. You were whisked off on a house tour by Ginny, who eagerly showed you the in’s and out’s of the Burrow until you were dragging your feet, eyes heavy with exhaustion. But you had to admit that you were feeling more at ease, the Burrow and it’s residents wrapping around you like a favorite blanket.

You collapsed into bed just after midnight, a flickering glow in your chest, and a red-haired trickster in your thoughts.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Two more days passed at the Weasley residence, filled with games, oversized meals, books, and antics. There was never a dull moment with the twins and Charlie around.

But the best part, by far, was watching George’s mischevious walls come down, and seeing the softer, more relaxed version of him step forth. He was a devoted brother and son, often forgoing his own needs to help his mother reach something in the kitchen, or offer Ron a bit of girl advice. He spent many hours in deep conversation with is father and older brothers, speaking to a wide breadth of subjects you had no idea he had any knowledge about.

George, that bottomless bundle of fizzing energy, seemed even more lively around his favorite people, his heart on full display. And, if you were honest, it was doing funny things to your head and heart.

You found yourself searching for his eyes across the room, smiling at silly things he’d said hours prior, ghosting your fingers over the places he’d brushed against you while passing by. You’d even take a whiff of his coat when he’d come in after a walk with Charlie and tossed it onto the banister.

He seemed older somehow, more mature than you’d ever given him credit for, and it was undoing the years of resolve you’d cultivated to preserve your friendship.

It didn’t help that he constantly referred to you as ‘his girl’, and any number of tooth-aching pet names. Could he really mean it? You always assumed it was part of some joke you were the butt of, but now…

“George and y/n!” Molly called across the dinner table, breaking you from your thoughts. “Dishes, please!”

Your heart skipped a beat. You and George hadn’t had a moment alone since you’d arrived, and you were eager to soak up some undivided attention.

“Yes, ma’am,” George said cheerfully, rising to start collecting the plates. You hopped up to join him, and everyone else filtered out of the kitchen, arguing about what game to play that evening.

You scrapped while he scrubbed, and fell into easy conversation about the past few days.

“My mum really loves you, y’know,” he said, dunking a plate under the soapy water. “Dad too. He was raving about your thoughts on electric kettles yesterday.”

“I like them a lot too,” you replied, turning to hide your blush while tossing a half-eaten roll in the bin.

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing down at you. “I really hope you’re enjoying yourself. I know I sort of forced you to come, and then you were so anxious. And I know the house is loud and drafty, and the meals are a bit chaotic, and fucking Percy can’t keep his damn eyes to himself—”

Not knowing how else to soothe his worries, you stood on your toes and pressed a kiss into his cheek, derailing his rant into stunned silence.

“I’m really glad you brought me, Georgie,” you said, holding his wide-eyed expression for a moment before reaching for another dish.

He caught your wrist in his soapy hand, turning you back towards him. Your heart leapt into your throat at the intensity of his gaze, his jaw feathering with tension as his eyes searched your face. They were so dark, nearly black from his dilated pupils. His dry hand rose slowly, as if afraid you might startle. He dragged the back of his fingers along your cheek before sliding them into the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Tell me if I’ve misread this,” he murmured, tilting your head up towards him, his lips close enough that you could feel his warm breath across your skin. “Tell me to stop.”

Your heart galloped away, your mind turning to goo as the full scope of his longing came into focus. Heat unspooled through you at the way he angled your head to accommodate his towering frame, in complete control, but giving you every opportunity to stop him.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you gave a small shake of your head. No, please don’t stop.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his nose brushing against yours as he drew you closer. You pressed your body to his, desperate for his solidity, his warmth, as you trembled with anticipation. He guided your hand to rest around his neck, and you dug your fingers into his hair.

“George,” you breathed, his name a plea, a desperate prayer.

He closed the last millimeter of distance, caressing your lips with his, a delicate, wishful kiss. More cautious than you’d ever seen him. You tightened your grip on his hair, rising onto your toes to kiss him back a bit harder.

You felt the tension in his body unwind and his hand grasped your waist, his tongue sliding along your lower lip, teasing, promising, and your bones turned to mush, your lower belly fluttering with excitement.

“Ahem,” someone cleared their throat and you sprang away from George, grabbing a plate as if they hadn’t seen what you were doing. Bill leaned against the doorway, a knowing smirk on his face. “Father has requested that y/n joins him for a cuppa before the chess tourney begins. Something about doorbells?”

“Oh! Of course!” You replied, dropping the dish into the sink and drying your hands on the towel over the stove. “Thanks, Bill!” You hurry past the eldest Weasley son, cheeks absolutely flaming.

You could barely hold a conversation with Arthur, to fixated on the way your body hummed in the wake of his son’s touch. You were eager to finish what you’d started, but by the time you and Arthur emerged from his study, George was wrapped up in a game of Wizard’s Chess with Ron.

George’s eyes tracked you as you moved into the room, perching on an armchair by the fireplace. Bill shook his head, elbowing Charlie, who chuckled into his whiskey.

“Y/n, want to play against me?” Fred asked from his spot on the floor, crisscross in front of a chessboard on the coffee table.

“Sure,” you said, happy for the distraction.

“Losers rotate out until the winners from each table play one another,” Fred explained as you sat across from him. “Percy always wins, but he’s sulking in his room.” Fred winked, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

Quickly, you lose yourself in the game, and it doesn’t take long before you have Fred’s Queen cornered, a path to victory clear. In a final move, you take Fred’s Queen and win the game in ten minutes flat.

“Merlin, she kicked your ass!” Ron shouted, and the room bursts into laughter.

You flushed under the praise and start reorganizing the pieces. Despite yourself, your eyes flicked toward George, but found he was already looking at you, a warmth in his dark eyes that made your hands quit working, and you knocked over the piece you just arranged.

“My turn!” Ginny said, shoving Fred out of the way.

“Anyone need anything from the kitchen?” George asked, rising to his feet after swiftly defeating Harry.

A chorus of no’s rang out, but you’re already absorbed into the game, finding that Ginny was much better at chess than Fred. You started to make your third move, finding an opening, when you felt a calloused hand brush along the side of your neck, sliding beneath your hair to rest heavily against your skin.

“Need anything, love?” George whispered in your ear, and the blood rushed from your head, leaving you vaguely dizzy, eyes sparkling when you blinked up at him.

“N-no, I’m fine. Thank you,” you stuttered.

“A tea would be nice, darling brother!” Ginny said, jerking you back to the present, and the move you forgot entirely.

“Coming right up.” George’s hand squeezed your neck lightly before falling away, and he disappeared into the kitchen.

The rest of the night carried on like that, lingering glances and scalding touches, the heat between the two of you bordering on incendiary.

You were taking a small break from kicking Weasley ass when Percy emerged from his room, leveling a challenging glare at George. “I’ll take next round,” he said, fixing Charlie with a look.

“Fine.” George made his final move, knocking over Charlie’s queen. “Have a seat.”

Charlie vacated the spot, muttering something about ‘fucking dorks’, and Percy sat across from his younger brother. The energy shifted in the room, going from jovial and teasing to almost hostile. Weasley’s were competitive by nature, the twins in particular, but the tension heightened considerably beyond that as they sized each other up.

Piece by piece, they started moving around the board, an even match as far as you could tell. But based on the murmurings of the family, Percy was off his game a bit, and you had a feeling it had something to do with the way his eyes kept drifting back towards you.

Interesting, you thought, rising from your place on the couch to circle their table, feigning curiosity in the game. Percy visibly tensed, his eyes darting from you to the board and back again. George, however, relaxed, his typical cocky demeanor easing back into his body language.

Thanks to your distraction, Percy missed an easy move, giving George the first upper hand of the game. You leaned a bit into Percy’s space, and his hands began to tremble. When you walked away, he compensated for his hesitation with a rash move, exposing his Queen.

You knew George noted it but he opted for a subtler move, then leaned back in his chair to watch Percy squirm, a slight smirk on his face. When Percy realized what he’d done, he flushed with irritation, his shoulders squared and tight.

And for my final move…

You leaned down to George, nearly resting your chin on his shoulder. His spiced cologne greeted you, tinged with the cinnamon punch of the firewhiskey he’d been sipping on throughout the games. “I didn’t know you were so good at Wizard’s Chess,” you murmured, close enough that your lips grazed the shell of his ear.

His smirk grew as Percy fidgeted, unable to pick a move, struggling to not stare down your sweater. “I have many talents you’ve yet to experience,” he replied, voice low enough that only you could hear him. A thrill rushed through you, so you bowed out before you took things too far, leaving George to deal the killing blow.

Shortly after, you won your final match against Bill, who you suspected threw the game in your favor, and suddenly it was you sitting across from George, the whole family crowded around the table, watching with bated breath.

“Hello, darling,” George cooed, smiling.

“Weasley,” you clipped, all business.

His eyes flashed at the challenge, and he took a slow sip of whiskey. “Ladies first,” he said, setting the glass down.

You started him off easy, confident that you had this in the bag. George was smart, but most of his skill came from his ability to disarm, not his ability to play chess. You, as it so happened, were skilled at both.

It didn’t take long for George’s cocky smirk to fall, his brow to knit together with focus as you guided him slowly into a trap of your own design.

His brow suddenly quirked up, the corner of his mouth lifting, you knew you’d been caught.

“Clever girl,” he purred, moving his Rook and collapsing the trap you’d spent ten rounds constructing. “Almost had me,” he taunted, leaning back in his chair. His legs reached all the way across to yours in his languid position, his sock feet tapping absently against the legs of your chair.

You only hummed in response, crossing your legs. While searching the board, you stretched your stocking-covered foot towards him, sliding it along the inside of his calf. His muscles tensed for a moment, his eyes widening a fraction, before he settled down, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes.

You made your move, but didn’t stop dragging your foot up and along his knee, skimming his inner thigh. He sat up a little straighter, narrowing his eyes at the board, and you expected him to make his move, when you feel a hand clasp around your ankle, his touch a brand even through your thick stockings. His eyes lifted to yours, and the hunger in them stole your breath.

You’d never seen your sweet, good-natured friend look so menacing.

“I should know better than to play chess with a Ravenclaw,” he said, making a weak play with a pawn. “Starting to feel like I don’t stand a chance.”

His family laughed, reminding you that you were, in fact, completely surrounded by his parents and siblings, and you dropped your foot. That fucking trickster, he knew exactly how to get under your skin.

“I don’t know,” you said, stealing the pawn and trapping his King. “You’re doing better than I expected for a younger twin.”

A chorus off oooh’s met your dig, and George huffed a laugh before freeing his King. “You’ll regret that,” he warned with a devilish smile.

“And you’ll regret that.” George fell right into your trap. You skirted his King, stealing his Queen right out from under him. His jaw dropped, and the family erupted into cheers.

“We have a new champion!” Molly cheered, hauling you up to celebrate.

You grinned, allowing them to parade you around. George smiled up at you, a real, proud smile, and it made your stomach somersault. Then, the grandfather clock chimed midnight, rattling the house on it’s structure.

“Alright, enough excitement! Everyone off to bed!” Molly ordered. George’s eyes locked on you, gauging what you would do next. For the first time, you cursed sharing a room with Ginny, and cursed Fred for being born.

As everyone grabbed their things and scattered off to bed, George managed to catch you at the second stair landing before Ginny’s room, startling you.

“Well played, feathers,” he said, brushing his fingertips over your forearm as he looks up at you.

“You were a formiddable opponent.” You shivered under his touch, the heat from earlier instantly flaring back to life.

He stepped up a stair, bringing himself a head taller than you, close enough that you could smell the fire whiskey on his lips.

Could I taste it too?

“Goodnight, love.” He pressed a quick kiss to your temple before breezing past you and bounding up the next set of steps to his shared room with Fred.

You leaned against the wall to catch your breath, heart pounding in your chest. This was not the turn you expected this trip to take, but you couldn’t pretend that a part of you hadn’t wished for it. That it wasn’t why you tried so hard to avoid the trip all together.

But now that you and George had crossed that line, you couldn’t imagine what you’d been so afraid of. You only wished you’d done it sooner.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

The following morning, you’re one of the last to drift down to the kitchen, having spent most of the night tossing and turning, too worked up to sleep properly. You rounded the corner and come to a stop, surprised to find George alone in the kitchen.

“Morning,” he said with a lazy smile.

“Good morning.” You padded towards him, accepting the coffee cup from his outstretched hand. “How’d you sleep?” you asked, blowing gently on the steaming brew.

“Didn’t,” he said, shifting closer to you. His hair was still a little messy from sleep, or lackthereof, his expression soft and voice gravelly.

“Why not?” You asked, taking a tentative sip before setting the mug down on the counter.

“Couldn’t stop thinking...” He dipped his head towards you, his nose brushing your temple.

“About?” The word came out breathless, the coil of want you'd been battling all night tightening with a vengeance.

“What it would feel like to kiss you again,” he murmured, kicking your heart into overdrive.

“And why don’t you?” Your hand creeped along his t-shirt, feeling the muscles along his abdomen sculpted by years of Quiddtich.

“Gotta set up the pitch. We’re playing this afternoon.” His demeanor shifted, all playful and energetic innocence. “See you out there!” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, then hurried outside, leaving you wet and bewildered in the overheated kitchen.

An hour later, you were perched precariously on an old broom, knuckles white from gripping it so hard. Ginny rocketed past you with ease, nearly throwing you off balance.

“I think you need a new nickname,” George teased, steadying you. “Feathers may not be apt.”

You risked removing one hand to show him what a real bird looks like, and he barked a laugh before banking away from you.

Soon, the game was in full swing, with you, Ron, Fred, and Charlie against George, Ginny, Harry, and Bill. You had only ever ridden a broom in first year, so you were massively out of your depth.

You were given the role of Seeker, opposite Harry, and had no hope of accomplishing a damn thing. Harry was like lightning on his Firebolt, and you bobbed around like a lame pigeon.

Thankfully, none of them seemed to be taking the game very seriously. You were content to float around the property, occasionally remembering that you we're supposed to be looking for something small and golden.

After awhile the boys started to get rowdier, pushing and shoving and bludgeoning.. You tried to steer clear, watching George whack the hell out of any bludger that dare cross his airspace. You would not want to be on the other end of one of those.

“Y/n, watch out!” Ginny cried.

You looked back from where you were staring off into space, just in time to see George barreling towards you, a bludger about five feet in front of him.

You tried to move, to steer the broom literally anywhere, but it wouldn't cooperate. At the last second you managed to pull up, but not far enough. The bludger hit you square in the stomach, knocking the wind from your lungs and nearly forcing up your breakfast with the power of it. Stars danced behind your eyes, your grip began to slip from the handle as darkness raced towards you.

Something else slammed into you, wrapping itself around you—

“Y/n? Baby, are you alright?” George. You could tell you were moving, but couldn't seem to make your eyes focus, keep your body from trembling. Your cheeks were wet, the breeze frigid against your damp skin. Am I crying?

Then you were on the ground, blessed ground, and then you were up again, cradled against George's chest.

He was shouting at someone you couldn't see. “I swear on fucking Dumbledore, I'm going to beat you bloody with that fucking bat—”

“George!”

“Get her some ice,” he barked at someone else. “I'm right here, love, you're okay. Just try and breathe.”

You clung to his dampening shirt, the shock and pain keeping you teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. You could hear other people talking, but your whole world narrowed to two points: George's heartbeat and the blinding pain radiating from your stomach.

“It hurts,” you whimpered, barely recognizing the pitiful sound of your own voice.

“I know, love. I know. I’ve got you, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft and trembling. A moment later, he laid you on the couch, careful not to jostle you more than necessary.

Molly passed something into George's hands. “For the pain,” she whispered.

George crouched down next to you, holding the edge of the cup to your lips. “Take a sip, sweetheart.” You shook your head, your Potions safety training overpowering your reason. “Please, y/n. Let me take the pain away.”

You took a small sip, the tea pungent and floral, but immediately the edges of the pain began to soften. But the relief was short-lived. Exhaustion followed close behind it, dragging you down into a dreamless sleep.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

When you come to, the Weasley house was dark around you. The only light came from the moon spilling through window panes and the smoldering fire across from the couch.

A light snore drew your attention, and you looked up to see George above you, his head lolled onto the back of the couch, sleeping soundly. Your head was resting in his lap, his sweater piled under your head as pillow, and his large hand was stretched across your stomach, fingers splayed from your ribs to your hip bones.

God, your stomach. You moved to sit up, memories of earlier filtering through the fading grogginess of the Potion Molly gave you, but surprisingly, your stomach was only a little sore. More like an overexerted muscle than rearranged organs and cracked ribs.

George stirred, lifting his head to peer at your through half-closed lids.

“What are you doing down here?” you asked, sweeping a strand of red hair from his brow.

He came fully awake then, straightening. “How do you feel?” He asked, caressing your cheek, then running his hands over your arms, your ribs, the swell of your hips.

“The Potion did its job, I feel mostly fine,” you said, catching his hands to stop their exploration, and the buzzy desire they coaxed to life.

“Are you sure?” His features softened with relief, his fingers twining with yours.

“I'm sure. Thank you for saving me.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, ignoring the slight protest in your abdomen muscles.

“Always,” George said, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I'm sorry I wasn't close enough to stop it from hitting you in the first place. It happened so fast—”

“Love, it wasn't your fault,” you shushed, reaching out to cup his face and stroking your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I just…” he trailed off, leaning into your palm. “I always want to be there to protect you. Or for whatever you else you might need. Do you need anything now? Water, tea? Are you hungry? You missed dinner—”

“George,” you cut him off. “Right now, I need you.”

Desire eclipsed the worry on his face, his eyes shading. “Are you sure you're not in pain? No fogginess or headaches—”

You leaned in and kissed him, a light, floaty peck, silencing his incessant questioning. You appreciated his concern, but there were other parts of you that needed his attention far more. He immediately took charge of the kiss, shifting his weight to lay you back onto the couch. His body rested heavily between your thighs, his mouth devouring yours in fervent, searing kisses.

His tongue lapped at your bottom lip and you opened for him, allowing him to take everything he sought. He kissed you like he didn't know if he'd get another chance, like he'd been waiting his entire life for this moment. It stole your breath, made your toes curl and your pussy pulse with excitement, slick already collecting between your thighs.

You nipped at his lower lip, earning a soft grunt in appreciation. His hips canted forward a fraction, though it seemed he was holding himself back. His lips traveled along your jaw, down the valley of your throat with teasing licks and love bites and you arched into him, a moan spilling from your lips before you could stop it.

“Shh, baby. You have to be quiet f’me.” George nudged your shirt up with his fingers, kissing along the purplish bruises marring your stomach. “My poor girl.” His thumbs traced the curves of your stomach softly, almost reverent as he gazed up at you. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. so perfect. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, to feel you beneath me, fuck, hear the pretty little sounds you make for me.” He was rambling now, lost in the act of worshiping your body, his hands and lips traveling gently over your skin.

“How long?” you asked, breathless, raking your fingers through his hair while he nursed a mark just under your right tit.

He looked up at you through is lashes, his lips leaving your skin with a pop. “Since that night at the Three Broomsticks,” he said, shifting upwards so he could look you in the eye.

“The ‘Butterbeer of Forgiveness’?” You mouth fell open, shock rocking through you.

He snickered. “Of course, why do you think I kept sending Fred to the bar?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You ran your fingers over his jaw, feeling the rough stubble against your skin.

“I—” his voice caught, his gaze averting from you. “I loved you too much to risk losing you.”

Elation soared through you, and you couldn’t stop the smile that split your face. “George,” you said, bumping your nose against his. His eyes flicked back to you, watery and rimmed with red. “I love you too.”

His smile was like the first sun after an endless winter, and he kissed you like the first torrential rain of spring. The heat of summer came quickly though, and soon you were gasping for him again, your hips pressing against the hard ridge in his pants.

“Need you,” you whined into his mouth.

“I’m here, love.” He kissed down your throat again, pausing for only a moment to nip at your taught nipples through your shirt before continuing his downward decent. “Lift up for me.” You lifted your hips, allowing him to tug down your jeans, exposing your sodden red panties to his greedy eyes. “Gryffindor red, huh?” he teased, and you threw your arms over your face to hide your blush. “All for me?”

You nodded, your heart in your throat.

“It’s a shame I’ll have to ruin them.’

“What—” Riiiip! The cold air lapped against your slick pussy, chased by the heat of George’s tongue as he dragged it through your folds. “Oh, fuck—”

“Shhh,” he warned, before flicking his tongue against your swollen clit.

You bit down on the back of your wrist to keep from crying out when he switched from licking to sucking, the walls of your cunt fluttering around nothing. He moved down, flattening his tongue against your entrance and collecting the wetness that pooled there. He gave a light hum of pleasure that had your eyes crossing, his tongue delving deeper in search of another taste.

“So fucking good,” he mumbled against you, the vibrations of his low voice making your sensitive clit tingle. You tugged on his hair, encouraging him to pay attention to where you needed him most. “I know, I know.” He pressed a kiss to your clit, teasing you for just a moment longer before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking hard.

You very nearly cried out, having to clap a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound. Pleasure shot through you, singeing your nerves and liquifying your muscles. So quickly you were unraveling for him, going stupid under his ministrations.

A long digit prodded at your entrance, collecting some wetness before easing inside of you. Your cunt welcomed him gladly, clamping down around his finger.

“Merlin, baby. You're so tight,” he panted, shifting to watch you take another one of his fingers, slick already running into his palm. “Relax, love. Shh, “ he soothed, curling his fingers to pet the inside of your walls, making your mind go blank as bliss washed through you. “That's it, darling. Just like that.”

The knot in your stomach began to wind tighter, burning through you as you fought to relax, to be good for him. But your orgasm was so fucking close, just a little more—

His lips found your clit again, sucking in time with your racing heart as his fingers coaxed you open, and the knot severed. Your peak slammed into you, stealing your breath so you couldn't even cry out to warn him, to sing his praises the way he deserved. Your muscles locked, your cunt bearing down as him as pleasure tore through you until you could do nothing but shiver beneath him.

“Shit, y/n. That was fucking beautiful,” he cooed, easing his fingers out of you and lapping up the release coating him to the wrist. “You alright?” He shifted upwards, kissing your bruised abdomen before pecking your lips, your eyes still glassy and unfocused.

“I've never come that hard,” you pant, throwing your arms around his neck and raining kisses over his slick-soaked face. “What the fuck.”

He chuckled, flushing under your attention. “Happy to oblige.”

You caught the last word in your mouth, kissing him deeply, desperately. Your body was already keying itself up again, and by the twitching length against your hip, he was desperate for you too.

He hooked an arm under your back and hauled you up to straddle his lap, his back pressed against the couch. “This okay?” He asked, sliding his rough hands under your shirt to skate along your skin.

You nodded, rolling your hips to drag your bare pussy along the bulge in his jeans, a skitter of pleasure making your breath hitch.

“Fuck, y/n,” he hissed, hips bucking up against you.

“Yes, please fuck me.” You kissed along his jaw and nibbled at his ear lobe, reaching between your bodies to find his zipper.

He did the same, helping you undo the button and tug down the zipper, his cock springing free from his boxers. The head nudged against your clit, hard and heated, and you whimpered.

With an arm wrapped around your waist, he lifted you slightly, guiding the head to your dripping entrance. Slowly, he eased you down into him, your pussy more than ready to accommodate his length. A rough groan resounded from his chest, and you silenced it with another kiss. His cock stretched you open, hitting that spongy, sinful spot before sliding deeper until he bottomed out, the head nudging your cervix.

“So fucking tight, baby. Bloody hell,” he whispered, voice strained.

“Feels so fucking good,” you whine, grinding your hips against his.

George buried his face into your neck, stifling a moan. His grip loosened, allowing you to start lifting and lowering yourself, riding him slowly, savoring every inch of his cock as it dragged through you.

“M’not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he warned, mouthing at your neck with sloppy kisses.

You smirked, bracing your hands against the back of the couch to pick up the pace, your thighs and abs burning from the exertion. But he felt so fucking good, stretching you open, the root of his cock dragging along your clit.

His lifted up again only to snap his hips against yours, his hands a vice on your waist as he started pounding into you from below.

“Oh, fuck, Georgie—”

“Quiet, love. You don't want the whole house to hear how good I make you feel, do you?”

You nodded, a whine escaping through your teeth. One of his hands came up to cover your mouth, silencing the sound and infringing on your air supply, callouses rubbing against your kiss-swollen skin.

“I’d love nothing more than for Percy to hear you screaming for me, but this is just for us,” he whispered, breathless as he fucked into you. “Gonna come for me again?”

Your fingers dug into the couch, another peak racing towards you. You bounced with his movements, desperately chasing your high, the ache in your abdomen long forgotten.

“That's it, love. Fuck, m’gonna come.” He threw his head back, a strangled groan accompanying the kick of his cock inside you, stretching your further before pumping you full of his release.

The hot surge of his orgasm sent you flying over the edge, ecstasy pulling your under while your cunt milked him dry with vicious pulls. You muffled your cry into his shoulder as he fucked you through it, until you both collapsed onto the couch, thoroughly spent and panting.

His lips found your forehead, your temple, his hands gliding along your spine, over your hips, soothing you as you trembled against him.

“I love you,” he breathed into your hair. “I can't believe you're here with me.”

You grazed the racing pulse under his jaw with your nose. “I love you, too.” It was exhilarating to say, almost as thrilling as the orgasm you just shared, a massive weight was lifted off your shoulders.

“So, can I call you my girl without being corrected now?” He teased, tickling your ribs.

“I suppose.” You giggled, pecking the corner of his smirk.

The following morning, you descended from your room to find George at the bottom of the stairs, shirtless, twirling his Beater Bat in his right hand. The same hand that brought you the most earth shattering orgasm of your life.

“What on earth are you doing?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing his cheek, admiring the violet mark you left above his clavicle.

“Waiting for Ron,” Fred supplied from the kitchen.

“Who’s waiting for me—oh fuck.” Ron stopped dead at the top of the stairs, still dressed in his pajamas, staring wide eyed at George, or more specifically, the bat in his hand.

“I just want to talk,” George said, gently moving you aside before prowling up the stairs towards his younger brother.

Ron took off up the stairs, their steps thundering through the house as George gave chase.

“George! Shit,” you huffed, glancing at the rest of the family who'd come to see what the fuss was about.

“I'll let ‘im get a good whack in,” Molly said, smiling at you. “Since you're his girl and all.”

Your cheeks flamed, but they only met you with warm hugs and laughter, like they'd been expecting this from the beginning.

Crack!

“Ow!”

"That's for hurting my girl, you git."

Fin. 🐦‍⬛

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Thank you so much for reading!

If you enjoyed, you can check out my published work here.

Much love,

Allie

[itsmarsss]

Hmm I had to think about this

Lady Dimitrescu from re village: does this need a explanation? Hot vampire lady

Venom: objectively hot imo

Bob velseb from spooky month: he is not a want he is a NEED! he's so hot 😶 (without the mask on) Its his voice mainly

pyramid head from silent hill 2 but specifically the dead by daylight version of him: big buff man *loses brain cells* THEY GAVE HIM A FAT ASS TRUST ME \SRS

C3po from star wars: I honestly have no clue since this started when I was a kid.

-💎

ok that’s fair. hot giant vampire lady I get it.

venom is okay in my books

you got me dying with the last ones sjdnjdndjdj idk spooky month or silent hill so I had to google and why did it surprise me when piramid head…. had a piramid for a head

[rainbowuniversepageantsys]

Wednesday Wellness Tip!

Eat at least 3 meals a day and healthy snacks in between so your brain will work at its optimum level of potential. Our brains control everything we do and that means we need to keep our brain sharp and ready for anything. One way you can do that is to eat good and healthy food on a regular basis. People who skip meals to lose weight are doing themselves a great disservice because they don’t realize the damage and deterioration they are causing to their brain cells. If you look good and talk dumb, well, you just might embarrass yourself and you don't want that kind of response. We need to eat, we are supposed to eat, we thrive and think better when we eat and we even talk better when we eat so eating is vital to survival and to getting on in life in a way that works for all of us. I constantly get compliments on how brilliant I am and I appreciate that but I don’t take a pill for that. I have worked hard to take care of my brain to make sure I can articulate properly, think clearly, think intelligently and on a higher level of consciousness and make sure I can think on my feet when it’s necessary. A lot of this has to do with proper nutrition. So what I do is I make sure I get my veggies and fruits into my diet and that doesn’t mean eating a fruit or vegetable all the time, it could mean drinking it which I love to do when I am out and about and don’t have a lot of time to cut up veggies and fruits. I can either juice some veggies and fruits at home or I can swing by a Sprouts or Whole Foods and they have an array of healthy beverages with just fruit or veggies in them, low sugar intake and full of energy and I get my fruit and veggie intake for the day. If you do have time, and I suggest being diligent about making time on the weekends, cut up fruits and veggies on the weekends so you can grab them and go during the week, which I also do when I can. If you take time on your days off to prepare for the week ahead you won’t have to run over to Jack In The Box or Carl’s Jr. or In-N-Out and eat cheap crap every day. Meat stiffens the blood and makes it very weak which is why you fill heavy after eating a cheeseburger or a hot dog or pork or beef or steak and then you develop disease because the blood should flow evenly and properly and if you are full of meat you are bound to be diagnosed with some kind of disease or illness that you cannot control unless you change your diet. Our bodies and brains were not designed to eat meat so if you eat it a lot you are damaging your brain and the intelligence within will not come out the way you need it to. When I eat healthy food I feel lighter, I feel free, I feel energized and healthy and strong like the guy on the Drive Time commercial (“I feel strong”) lol, Iove that commercial, totally hilarious and ridiculous. Anyway, I feel great and I think better and my intelligence comes right out because of what I put into my body. I don’t drink a bunch of sugary drinks nor do I drink soda except for a Ginger Ale once or twice a month (gotta have my Ginger Ale), and I drink lots of water which replenishes whatever I deplete throughout the day, the purpose of drinking water in the first place. Continued on next post....

[expiredwaffles]

Five More Minutes

“Five more minutes,” I convinced myself. 

With the flick of a finger, the video that had taken my screen captive was swiped away and I was engorged by the next amazing and profound thing that Instagram had to offer. What was it going to be this time? A group of friends the same age as me living their best lives and posting it onto the Internet for all to adore? Or perhaps, a clip of an influencer flaunting her stunning beach house– that none of us regular mortals could ever dream to afford, or her super rich, steaming hot boyfriend, or an array of her gazillion flashy supercars, or–

I stared at my screen and it stared back at me– the blue light emitted onto my face, accentuating the creases and lines etched under my haggard, weary eyes. The electronic clock blinked in bold, red numbers, ‘02:36 AM’ on my bedside table. 

Part of me wished to take part in this repetitive cycle. Swipe, like, maybe if I’m prompted to open the comment section I’ll leave a few words– voice my utterly irrelevant and unsolicited opinion to thousands upon thousands of people who’ll gloss over my comment that I might’ve spent twenty tedious minutes on, again– swipe, like, oh hey this one was slightly funny! let me send it to my friends just so they can open my messages when daylight comes around and leave me on that agonising ‘Seen’, but I don’t care– I’ll do it anyway! Again, and again, and again. Swipe, like, swipe, like. 

A voice whispered in my ear, its tone laced with a veil of threat, What’ll happen once you click off Instagram? You’ll be bored out of your mind, and even worse, you’ll be severed from the stream of constant information being fed to you; you’ll be out of the loop. You need to know what’s going on in everyone’s lives, at every second, even people you don’t know!

The other part of me swarmed with the guilt that came with choosing immediate pleasure by partaking in the consumption of this condensed form of media rather than rationality and awareness of the present state I was in. Being completely consumed by these little bites of videos– videos that never even last more than sixty seconds!

This tempestuous loop from hell was no stranger to me. The night waned by, and the passage of time pressed onwards. I looked at the clock.

“Five more minutes,” I deceived myself with the all too familiar words.

The clock, with it’s increasingly refined attacks to my guilty conscience, screamed at me in its big, bold, red numbers, ‘03:49 AM.’ Yeah, I thought to myself, thanks, that really helps. 

Seconds, minutes, hours went by. 56, 57, 58, 59… The constant counting of seconds on the clock jabbed at me in the face and threw constant hooks to my stomach. 3:50 AM quickly morphed into 4:20 AM, which mutated into a nauseating 4:40 AM.

The room around me blurred and mashed together, forming a grey background in contrast to the rectangular modern piece of technology I gripped onto. The only thing in my line of sight was my screen, still emitting the same blue light that it had been emanating for hours. I sank deeper and deeper into the mattress of my bed, it enveloped me, wrapped around my body as if it was hugging me and not letting me go– more comparable to a prison cell than a hug. Trapped in this hazardous stalemate, this warfare with myself– and I was at the losing end. 

Scroll, scroll, scroll. Like, like, like. Scroll, like, scroll, like, scro– Beep! Beep! Beep!

The smog in my brain begins to dissipate, and the key unlocks the door to my cell. It’s 6 AM in the morning; I have a full day ahead of me and not a second to waste.

Time to wake up.

[sympathytea]

Yeah Prince Zam is an active threat and also a problem in Evbo's eyes. Although Zam clearly isn't after him anymore in s2 (atleast to our current understanding, he is definitely plotting something with Parrot though which. Parrot you aren't beating the traitor allegations buddy whats up with that.) Evbo however, doesn't know that! And thats a valid concern. I don't think Zam is..too awful of a threat to Evbo considering Zam got his ass kicked twice. But thats just me, who knows he might surprise me next time! But assuming its not JUST Zam to worry about, here is my theory: TW we are discussing self harm.

Evbo got stressed out a shitton. Clearly. And while he is handling himself okay now as we see him in s2 ep 1, there are very clear hints that. he is not doing quite so hot still. Lets run down the trauma list real quick: - Dying. And murder. Average Tuesday for this type of civilization, but these people are well. People. And generally stuff like that on a constant basis isn't very good to someone's brain. - The whole thing with him being farmed for an unknown amount of time during the prison arc. Very bad, but he pulled through eventually. Not enough time to heal from something like that though considering.. - Tabi's betrayal. I'd imagine this was probably the major stressor here. Like, finding out the person you ran around with for so long was planning on farming your entire civilization RIGHT after you just got done with dealing with what that would be like? Especially since she was the sole person keeping Evbo going with the golden sword layer. - Zam. I don't even need to explain that. - Finding out there are other civilizations. Finding out all of them are after the eternal weapons and the whole. Lore infodump that Julie put square on his head. Girl I love you, but that news probably did not help this guy. - Finding out he wasn't even The Chosen One, but Ferre was. And Ferre gave him that "gift". There are. A few things that could've happened there. Evbo took that news pretty well when Ferre first told him that, to our knowledge. But that definitely still would sting. So with all of the new stuff in mind I'd imagine Evbo probably felt like: "Wow, Okay, so I went through the worst experience I ever had in my life for the sake of getting me and my friend out and somewhere better, then she stabs me in the back, lets me live, I find out there's other civilizations that all want me and the diamond swords farmed, along with every other sword, for the sake of keeping themselves alive, and I got ambushed by one of my captors trying to kill me for real in my own house, that I thought was dead but wasn't, then I had to go deal with my enemies in the iron sword layer, then I get told that I'm just some guy that was chosen to go through this by one of my own kind that definitely also knows that respawning over and over again sucks. Why? What? And I'm not allowed to go find Tabi because I 'need to rest'? But I need to get that back its my fault that this happened-" And then the spiral would probably very quickly start. Considering his main thing for dealing with problems is talking to a video journal about it, but he recently found out that the other diamond swords can just read those entries, he wouldn't really have a place to vent this now would he? So what does a man with probably, nothing left to lose do in a situation where his brain is wired, he isn't being allowed to go after Tabi (because lets be honest the diamond swords wouldn't immediately let him go after her without recovering after all this, and there's a very clear but brief-ish time skip between the finale and s2) and has no other way to stress relieve? Obviously, he is gonna take it out on himself. I'd imagine he didn't want to respawn due to Zam being there. But nothing says it had to be fatal. He has a sword, knows how to use it, probably knows where to cut without bleeding out fully because he did that on the cell floor many, many times. So he cuts. Someone probably notices that he isn't doing well. His sword is damaged, sleeves that were previously cleaner have turned brown once again (He doesn't know how to tend a wound properly in my eyes and just lets it fester) and while he is smiling, its noticably weaker and he isn't really fully there. Someone finds out. They obviously tell the other swords. They take care of him, asking "please don't do that again this scares us please talk to us about things" and well. He doesn't. I'd imagine it takes awhile for him to fully develop enough trust to call these people family. Debatable how long that trust takes to form considering. The issues™ But eventually he does.

mild s2 spoilers im mostly talking about how the diamond swords are characterized

Alright I keep having thoughts bro. these swords.

Ferre being characterized as quiet and preferring not to talk? semiverbal perhaps? Julie's whole infodump during the s1 finale makes me think shes probably knee deep into the lore of this world and is an immediate hazard for spontaneous rambles. love that for her Do I even need to explain MinuteTech? His whole thing in the animation where he doesn't really know what hes supposed to do with Evbo, and then the whole acting strategically rather than emotionally and not getting Evbo's joke (according to Evbo himself who. probably did that just to make himself feel better) also "This will cost me precisely 3.2 percent of my lifespan." SIR.

Wemmbu is..a bit trickier but in my heart probably has something similar to what Evbo is currently experiencing? Maybe? He goes through the video journal HQ searching frantically for Evbo but other than that not much for me to go off of? I have plans for him though. And Evbo! Dear god how does he keep getting more unwell the more we see him? First off the guy literally claims to hear voices offhandedly (or at the very least, implied) at one point along with the whole. Trauma avoidance shit that he expresses in bow civ. Like hes probably not doing so hot after not just the Tabi betrayal, not just the prison and whatever happened between episode 4 and 5, but the reveal that shes going to hunt down all the other eternal weapons and he's the only one that's gonna be stopping her? Because the other diamond swords are staying put to guard their home and he's probably feeling isolated? He mentions that he regards them as family and also notably asks MinuteTech to buy the water bucket for him when hes too low. Despite him being very capable of respawning still i would assume.... What happened offscreen for him to do this? "retail therapy" bro no you need. regular therapy. wholeheartedly. like dear god man im sorry that you bear these burdens please be with your family

[pablice]

I Drank Lemon Ginger Tea Every Morning and Lost 15 Pounds

Benefits of Lemon Ginger Tea Lemon ginger tea is packed with beneficial ingredients that offer multiple health benefits. This tea primarily consists of ginger, lemon, and possibly honey. Ginger is a powerful antioxidant that aids digestion, improves circulation, and supports the immune system. Lemon is rich in vitamin C and antioxidants that help protect the body from free radical damage. Furthermore, a combination of ginger and lemon can help raise metabolism, reduce inflammation, and provide a natural energy boost. Moreover, lemon ginger tea is thought to soothe nausea, relieve headaches, and promote restful sleep. It can be especially helpful for digestive issues, including bloating and indigestion. As an alternative to calorie-filled beverages, it can help reduce cravings for sugary snacks and sweets. Finally, the aroma of ginger and lemon can help boost mood and mental clarity, reducing symptoms of anxiety and depression. How to Prepare Lemon Ginger Tea Lemon ginger tea can be easily prepared within minutes. Start by boiling 1 to 2 cups of water. Then, while the water is still hot, add 1 teaspoon of freshly chopped ginger and 1 teaspoon of freshly squeezed lemon juice. For added flavor, some people opt for adding a teaspoon of honey to the tea. Once the desired strength is achieved, strain the tea and serve warm. To further enhance the experience, the aromas of lemon and ginger can be released by gently squeezing the lemon and bruising the ginger with a spoon or tongs. It is important to note that the tea should not be over-brewed, otherwise it may taste bitter. In addition, some people opt for adding chunks of fresh ginger for a slightly different flavor. Lemon ginger tea is a pleasant and energizing beverage that can be easily customized according to one's tastes. Health Advantages of Lemon Ginger Tea Lemon ginger tea is known to have remarkable health benefits due to its antioxidant properties. This combination of lemon and ginger is known for its anti-inflammatory effects. It is high in vitamin C and can aid in digestion due to the presence of ginger. It can also help to relieve nausea and bloating, and can even help to reduce pain from arthritis due to the anti-inflammatory effects of the ginger. Furthermore, it contains compounds that can inhibit the growth of cancer cells. Lemon ginger tea is also said to have positive effects on the immune system. It may helps to increase the white blood cell count, making it a great natural way to help strengthen the body’s ability to fight off infection. It is also believed to improve brain function and increase mental alertness, helping to reduce anxiety and depression. Additionally, drinking this tea may give you better skin from added antioxidants in the drink. Thus, making it a well-rounded healthy choice. Drinking Lemon Ginger Tea for Weight Loss Many people believe that drinking lemon ginger tea can help them lose weight. In fact, some studies have shown that ginger can reduce feelings of hunger, potentially helping those trying to slim down cut back on their calories. Additionally, lemon and ginger are both known for their metabolism boosting abilities, further aiding the weight loss process. When using lemon ginger tea for weight loss, it is important to be mindful of quantity. While adding a cup or two of ginger tea to your daily routine can aid weight loss, too much can have an adverse effect and even lead to health issues. It is best to speak with your physician before incorporating large amounts of ginger tea into your diet. Does Lemon Ginger Tea Help with Weight Loss? Recent studies suggest that lemon ginger tea may be beneficial in helping people reach their weight loss goals. The tea is thought to suppress appetite and promote fat burning, which can lead to significant reductions in body mass index and waist circumference. Lemon ginger tea contains antioxidants, which can help fight free radical damage and protect organs from the damaging effects of toxins. It is also thought to help reduce inflammation, which may improve overall health. In addition, studies have shown that this tea may help control food cravings and improve satiety. Drinking it can also help detox the body, providing essential nutrients that can support healthy digestion and weight loss. People who drink lemon ginger tea on a regular basis can experience improved energy levels and better digestion. This can then result in quicker and more efficient fat burning when coupled with other lifestyle changes. Different Types of Lemon Ginger Tea There are numerous variations that can be made to the classic lemon ginger tea recipe. While some recipes involve simply combining steeped ginger and lemon juice, others call for adding other ingredients such as honey or fresh mint. Many teas also incorporate additional citrus flavors such as orange or grapefruit. Other twists on classic lemon ginger tea can include chai, rooibos, and gingerbread. No matter what type of lemon ginger tea you prefer, the options are endless. For a well-rounded beverage, brewing your own can be the best option. This way you can decide on the exact level of flavors you prefer. You can also choose the type of sweetener or oils used to further customize the taste and add a unique twist. Combining dried lemon and ginger can create a more subtle flavor than fresh ingredients. Herbs such as cloves or lavender leaves can make a unique and flavorful addition, as well as toasted coconut flakes or cardamom pods. Alternatively, you can try incorporating white or green tea into the mix. With the right combination, you can create a distinctive flavor that is uniquely your own. What to Look for When Buying Lemon Ginger Tea When buying Lemon Ginger Tea, look for a brand that is certified organic and has no artificial flavours or preservatives. Also, make sure the tea is processed and handled properly to prevent the loss of its natural beneficial properties. It is also important to check for the flavour of the tea as some brands may contain sugar or other sweeteners. When it comes to the packaging, make sure it is air-tight and does not have any holes or defects. This will ensure the tea is kept fresh and has maximum flavour. Additionally, always read the label for serving size and directions. The package should contain clear instructions on how to prepare the tea properly, for maximum benefit. How Much Lemon Ginger Tea Should You Drink? When deciding how much lemon ginger tea to drink, it is important to take into account your individual health needs. Everyone's needs are different, and it is best to speak to your health care professional to determine an ideal amount for you. Generally, drinking up to three cups of lemon ginger tea a day is considered to be a healthy amount. It is important to note that drinking too much lemon ginger tea can be detrimental to your health. Lemon ginger tea contains caffeine, which can cause insomnia, headaches, digestive discomfort or anxiety when consumed in large amounts. Therefore, it is advised not to drink more than three cups a day, unless your healthcare professional suggests otherwise. What are the benefits of drinking Lemon Ginger Tea? Lemon ginger tea is known for its numerous health benefits. It has anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties, which may help reduce the risk of disease. It can also help boost the immune system and may improve digestion. Additionally, it can help reduce symptoms of colds and flu, reduce bloating, and aid in weight loss. How should Lemon Ginger Tea be prepared? To prepare Lemon Ginger Tea, start by bringing 8 ounces of water to a boil. Then add 1 teaspoon of freshly grated ginger and 1 teaspoon of freshly squeezed lemon juice to the boiling water. Allow the mixture to steep for 5 minutes, strain the tea into a mug, and enjoy! What are some health advantages of Lemon Ginger Tea? Lemon ginger tea has numerous health advantages. It is known for its anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties, which can help reduce the risk of disease. Additionally, it can help boost the immune system, may improve digestion, and can help reduce symptoms of colds and flu. Is Lemon Ginger Tea good for weight loss? Yes, Lemon ginger tea can be beneficial for weight loss. The antioxidants and anti-inflammatory properties of the tea have been linked to aiding in weight loss by aiding the body in burning fat and suppressing appetite. Are there different types of Lemon Ginger Tea? Yes, there are several different types of Lemon ginger tea available. These include green tea, black tea, oolong tea, white tea, and herbal tea. Each type of lemon ginger tea has its own unique flavor and health benefits. What should I look for when buying Lemon Ginger Tea? When buying Lemon Ginger Tea, it is important to look for organic, high-quality tea. Also, be sure to look for teas that contain freshly grated ginger and freshly squeezed lemon juice. Additionally, it is best to avoid teas with artificial sweeteners or additives. How much Lemon Ginger Tea should I drink? It is recommended to drink no more than 2 to 3 cups of Lemon Ginger Tea per day. Drinking too much can cause side effects such as nausea, dizziness, and upset stomach. Additionally, it is important to speak to a medical professional before drinking Lemon Ginger Tea for weight loss, as it may not be suitable for everyone. Read the full article