#People have been fucking weird about george ever since he cried

[yesterdayiwrote]

Trying to take a step back and find out all about this Max and George drama.

If I’m right, we have Max coming and saying that he was surprised of George’s behaviour in the stewarding room, especially as they were ok in post race media. We then have Christian coming out and saying that George was hysterical all weekend, another article comes out implying that Max actively threatened George in the meeting room, with George himself saying he expected Max to crash into him on purpose if he hadn’t had such a bad start. Now we journalists coming out and saying that all drivers call George Georgina because he moans a lot.

Wow, oh wow. All that over a penalty? A penalty that resulted in Max losing one grid place, which he gained back at the start of the race and went on to win, and this is after he wrapped up the championship? And of course all it’s done is make people pile on George yet again.

There's a lot of stupid drama in F1, but this one really is a new low in terms of inconsequential bullshit being used to make journalists look busy.

Merc are really dropping the fucking ball by not coming out with a rebuttal quicker because they're just letting it pile up if they wait until Thursday - and the fact is they're probably not rushing to say anything because they know its stupid too, but you know what the snowball effect is like when people are bored and have nothing to talk about.

I'd love to get in to how F1 has a real identity politics problem. How they want drivers to be human, but crucify them the second they don't fit inside a neat little box, but we've been over it so many times and none of it changes.

If he'd done something quantifiable bad, I'd get it, but he literally just pushed for a soft penalty which he is not the first driver to do by any means. All the other personal insults and tying this in to his GPDA role are irrelevant noise.

[johns-prince]

Paul: John was a beautiful man, John and I slept together, I loved John and I still love John, John was my soulmate. Howard Stern: John was the love of your life. Paul: BUT THE WOMEN-

Paul: John wasn't the love of my life, are you mad? Didn't you see all the women we banged?--

Paul: Recounts how when he first saw the little skiffle group playing at the Fete, it was John who caught his attention and basically "everyone else sort of faded away."

"I came to love that beery old breath."

Paul later divulged that he actually noticed John WAY BEFORE THE FETE, noticed him at the fish and chips shop, they had a brief chat at the newspaper stand Paul worked at briefly, he'd see John on top of the double deckers, would see John on the same bus as he was taking and literally had to steal glances because he was scared John would catch him staring and go knock him one.

Literally defied Jim at every turn when it came to John, would sneak John over when Jim wasn't home or his aunt's weren't over cleaning, started ditching class to hangout with John. Talk about "But daddy I love him" trope with a father who doesn't approve.

Paul chose John over his own fucking father.

Thought John was great for literally offering to share half his chocolate bar.

LITERALLY CONJOINED AT THE HIP WHEN THEY WERE JUST TEENS AND EVERYONE NOTICED.

Literally Paul would let John interrupt his dates, wouldn't get angry when he'd show up despite apparently canceling. Basically the girl Paul was on a date with would become the third wheel and afterwards when she'd complain about Paul letting "that awful guy" come with, Paul would defend John and his inappropriate, biting comments/behavior with, "Yeah but it was funny."

They'd sleep over at each other's houses, and Paul can't ever stop bringing up how he'd sleep with John, *a lot*.

They hitch hiked a lot together, alone.

Nerk twins.

"John's got beautiful hands."

"John was very beautiful."

John's the only one Paul would affectionately fix his tie for.

Paul has no problem with Two of Us and it's depiction of a nostalgic, playful kiss between them in that elevator scene-- but heavily criticized Nowhere Boy because "John never hit me."

Fucking Paris.

"John let me have as many banana milkshakes as I wanted, he must've been really fond of me." Paul you're just fucking with us now.

"I was the only one he chose as his partner, 'nough said."

Paul literally said he could've died happy since he was John's partner and got to work with him.

Paul put Linda's contributions down while gushing over his partnership with John and how he could NEVER have anything like that with anyone else because it's special. Linda's collaberations (and even his collaboration with Michael fucking Jackson) were considered not serious.

Paul's first lsd trip with John and, compared to the one he had with Tara, was PHENOMENAL (Tara claimed Paul just, sat in a corner, flipping through an artbook. Paul just wanted to take a shower after) literally the trip he had with John, the two stared into each other's eyes, repeating "I know." Then he described seeing John as sitting there, like the emperor of the universe. He tried going to lay down to sleep but instead he continued feeling John, like he was controlling everything.

Paul would go with John to meet certain people because he didn't want them upsetting John (not the other way around)

The photo of John sleeping that he took in Paris and has framed somewhere in his house.

Paul leaving the studio, in tears, and crying all the way back to his place, driven by Mal, after John told Paul, seriously, that he wanted a divorce and I don't want to hold your hand anymore.

Paul falling into a great depression when losing The Beatles (John) despite technically having "everything he wanted"-- a wife and kids. Newly wed and supposedly happy... But he was DEPRESSED.

THE SIX FOOT TALL PHOTO OF HIM AND JOHN DURING THE WHITE ALBUM THAT LINDA TOOK AND HE HAD IT IN HIS OFFICE.

"I'm in love with a friend of mine."

Paul was desperate to write with John again-- said by Linda.

"If John was gay then I would've been the first he would have hit on and tried anything with so--"

His entire rivalry with Stu for John's attention.

How about the night they cried, breaking down, drunk, telling each other they loved each other, hugging.

Literally Paul believed that when The Beatles fell, he and John would continue making music. When they got old Paul imagined he'd be making music with John still, for younger folks to play. It was always him and John.

Paul, twice, thought he witnessed John's soul/ghost/presence, once during an interview and when he, Ringo, and George were taking photos together and a white peacock photobombed one.

He always has dreams involving John, and he says they're always good.

After learning about John being killed, he literally locked himself in his studio and listened to Just Like Starting Over on full volume, for hours, weeks on.

He was in denial that John was truly gone, for a month or two. He refused to believe John was dead, wasn't on this plane of existence with him anymore.

He gets his hands on whatever he can of John's or about John.

Linda's friends would talk about how weird and slightly disturbing it was that Paul would talk about John, a lot, and talked about him in the present tense, as if he'd just seen him or talked to him-- not like John was dead.

Here Today.

He still slips and talks about John in the present tense.

He literally said he'll sometimes have "jam sessions" with John when stuck-- he'll imagine John there, and what he might say, the advice, if he'd think the lyrics are shit or good.

His favorite song is the one of his that John praised and was open about liking-- it was John's favorite on that album, so it's Paul's favorite song in general. It's the song Here, There, and Everywhere.

Paul, LITERALLY SAYING HE AND JOHN ARE SOULMATES.

Me:

[acciomalfoy]

What a beautiful wedding (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Summary: While attending Bill and Fleur’s reception, certain secrets are forced to be revealed.

-

“Isn’t she beautiful?” I whispered in awe as I watched Fleur, the absolute goddess, walk down the aisle. She was breathtaking, and if she wasn’t about to get married maybe I could’ve convinced her to marry me. Fred nudged me.

“Come on, L/n. Don’t tell me you’re the type to go soft over a wedding.” I ignored him in favour of smiling at Fleur, who beamed back.

Fred was on one side of me with George on the other, and bridesmaids and groomsmen were scattered across in front of the guests, while Fleur eventually reached the front. Charlie hastily pulled out her ring and presented it to Bill, who looked like he was on the verge of tears. I would have been too, with a bride like that.

“Be honest. Do you think I could seduce Fleur and convince her to elope with me?” I whispered, and George coughed to disguise his laughter.

“I think you could do anything.” Fred whispered back, and the vows began.

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring I ask you to be mine.” At this point I was seriously beginning to question my sexuality. That was, until I saw the smile on Fred’s face. Then Bill said his vows.

“It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were truly supposed to be together, and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched you. It was like coming home, only to no home I’d ever known. I was just taking your hand to help you out of a carriage and I knew. It was the most pure form of magic that I’ve ever known.” Everyone, every single witch and wizard in attendance cooed, the witches tearing up and the wizards focussing on doing just the opposite.

“You may now kiss the witch.” The officiant said, and Bill did just that. We began cheering and screaming, and there wasn’t a couple quite as beautiful as this one.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen followed the newlyweds in a seperate carriage, and as I was squished between Ginny and George, I realised that life possibly couldn’t get any better. Ginny kept looking meaningfully between George and I, making me laugh harder and harder each time. She couldn’t have gotten it more wrong.

“I see you flirting.” She whispered in my ear, and I sniggered, patting George on the head.

“I don’t think so, Gin.” She narrowed her eyes and looked pointedly away, and that was just fine by me. Soon enough we reached the reception, Fred falling into step beside me.

“So, my dear Y/n. Were you ever planning on telling me that you want to snog my brothers tonsils out?” I shrieked with laughter, and Fred scowled.

“I’d sooner play tonsil hockey with Malfoy!” I cried out, and George punched my shoulder.

“Bloody tosser.” He mumbled, but his smile afterwards showed me there was no hard feelings.  

When we walked into the tent the sheer size of it shocked me; but then again, there were quite a lot of guests coming to reception that weren’t at the ceremony. Shortly everyone had arrived, and after introducing the bride and groom we took out seats. It was almost instantaneous - as soon as everyone was seated small pieces of paper appeared in front of each person. It seemed to be a checklist.

Find someone who’s patronus is an otter.

Find someone who’s painted their fingernails green.

Find someone who’s older than eighty.

Find someone who took more than four minutes to be sorted into their school house.

Find someone who was retrieved in the triwizards tournament.

Convince someone to confess to their soulmate and the spell they created.

I almost dropped the paper when I saw the last one. A soulmate spell? Those were incredibly tricky to cast, let alone invent.

“Fred! What’d you get?” We compared lists, and he laughed at mine.

“Look, one of yours has already been ticked off!” He said, and I got a horrible flashback to the tri-wizards tournament. Lucky Cedric had saved me relatively quickly, since my claustrophobia had already begun to set in.

“I wonder where Ced’s sitting.” I pondered, and George made a face.

“Why? You don’t like him, do you?” He asked, and I shrugged.

“No, not really. He’s fucking gorgeous, you’d have to be blind to not notice that, but I think he’s gay.” I whispered the last part, just in case the older brunette was somewhere behind me.

“I have to say, I agree.” Fred said gravely, and George rolled his eyes.

“Sometimes I think you’re gay, you dickhead.” Fred clutched his heart and I laughed at the twins - they really were the best.

“Anyway, Bill said that each list is charmed to cater to the person. So the answers to your list are the people you have the most in common with. Apparently you can’t leave until you’ve checked everything off AND you’ve checked what you can for other people. Take Hermione, for instance. She’s obviously the only one with an otter, so she can’t leave until she talks to everyone with that challenge.”

“I think I need a drink.” Fred said, and I agreed.

The night didn’t exactly fly by. Those with difficult lists were all too aware of how long it was taking them, and the only challenge I had left was the last one. I was on the verge of tears, and a drunken Fred was too. I didn’t know what challenge he had left, but the issue still remained. We were stuck here. There was maybe twenty people left, and the groom was one of them.

“Don’t fucking talk to me. I’m ready to throttle my lovely wife for the idea.” Bill warned as I approached him, and I groaned.

“Bill, I just want to go to bed! I’m begging you!” Bill only shook his head.

“I have absolutely zero power over it. I think a divorce is on the cards.” I brightened up at that, until I realised I would be stuck at the reception for the rest of life and wouldn’t be able to elope with the bride.

“What’s yours anyway?” I finally asked, and Bill glared at me.

“Watch someone fall in love. I know. Seriously, even if one person falls in love I have to fucking find them just before they do.” I had a good laugh at that. Bill seemed to be in a slightly worse position than I was, even though I was still fucked. I decided to take action, and stood on a chair before clinking a glass.

“Attention, ladies and gentlemen. If you or someone you know has invented a soulmate tracker spell then please, I beg you, hit me the fuck up and we can have a talk.” I stepped down and almost stumbled. Maybe I shouldn’t have done those fire-whisky shots. When in Rome, however. Mental note: you absolutely cannot keep up with Charlie Weasley when it comes to alcohol. I made my way over to Bill, who had placed an incredibly drunk Fred into a chair and was patting his head. It would have been nice if it wasn’t just weird.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” I said breezily, and Fred grabbed my hand.

“Of course you’re not, sweet cheeks.” Godric Gryffindor, I tried not to blush. I knew he was only saying it because he was drunk, and because he didn’t have a filter, but it still made me smile.

“Control your brother, Bill. Oh! Cedric’s still here!” I let go of Fred’s hand and tried to walk away, but to my dismay Fred yanked me backwards and pulled me onto his lap.

“Look’s like he’s your problem now.” Bill said. “I’ll go see how Cedric’s doing, shall I?” Bill was off without another word, and Fred pulled me even closer.

“Why do you like Cedric so much?” He murmured into my ear, and I involuntarily shivered.

“He’s my best friend, you oaf. Now let me go!” I struggled against his grip, but I just couldn’t escape.

“I thought I was your best friend.” He said, and I gave up trying.

“You are. I can have more than best friend, you realise that right?” Fred shook his head.

“No you can’t. I’m not letting you go until you say I’m your bestest friend ever.” He clutched me tighter than ever, and I tried in vain to get Bill’s attention.

“You’re a child. An actual child, Fred.” When there was no response, I sighed. “Fine. You’re my bestest friend ever.” I said, and Fred cheered, letting go of me. I stood up quickly, and Bill came back with Cedric in tow.

“Look who’s left. How are ya, Fred?” Cedric sat besides Fred, and I leaned on Bill’s shoulder.

“Fucking hell, I might fall asleep standing up.” I murmured, and Bill patted my head in a similar manner to what he had done to Fred.

“I’ll join you. Who do you reckon’s the most likely person to fall in love out of everyone in this room?” Bill asked, and I snorted.

“It’s got to be your grandma, doesn’t it?“ Bill scoffed and rolled his eyes at my laughter.

“Har har. You’re so funny, Y/n. I might just die of laughter.” He said, and I let my gaze wander around the room. I wondered who was going to fall in love tonight.

“Ced! What do you have left?” I asked, and Cedric looked up.

“I’ve got fall in love. I know, and there’s no way it’s with Grandma Weasley, I can tell you that.” He said, and I laughed. A lot. I clutched my stomach as I laughed, and really, it wasn’t even that funny. It was just the thought of Grandma Weasley walking down the aisle to meet Cedric took me out completely. With a soft pop, I watched Cedric and Bill disappear.

“What just happened?” Fred asked slowly, and I wasn’t in the state of mind to know.

“They popped. They’re going to bed now, maybe we should too. We can sleep on the floor.” I sat down on the floor and it was horribly uncomfortable.

“What do you have left?” I asked with a yawn, and Fred sighed heavily.

“I’ve done my challenges.” He said, and I remembered he was the key to someone else’s puzzle.

“That sucks then. Maybe you should try and talk to people and figure out what it is.” I said, and he looked at me sadly.

“I know what it is.” The silence stretched out for a long time.

“Well?” I asked, and he laughed without a trace of humour.

“You really don’t know?” He questioned, and I shook my head.

“Unfortunately my dear, I��m the answer to yours.” I blinked slowly. My crush and best friend of five years had invented a soulmate spell and hadn’t thought to tell me.

“Fred, come on. Just confess to her and we can leave this prison.” I pleaded with him, but the man was being unreasonable.

“Absolutely not. We can live here for the rest of our lives.” Fred smiled award winningly, and I found that I couldn’t smile back.

“At least tell me who she is. Maybe I can try and see if she likes you.” I fiddled with the hem of my dress, and it was hard to look Fred in the eye knowing he belonged to someone else.

“I don’t think so, pretty girl. I don’t think she will be too thrilled to see who she’s mated to.” Fred confessed, and I rolled my eyes.

“Any girl with a heartbeat would kill to be soulmates with you, Fred. Why can’t you see that?”

“Any girl?” He whispered.

“Any girl.” I confirmed. Fred took a deep breath.

“You’re my soulmate.” Fred said eventually, and before I could blink we were standing in the burrow.

I looked at Fred, his brown eyes ever beautiful, and made a split-second decision. I flung myself into his arms, and he caught me with ease.

“You’re a tosser,” I murmured into his ear. “-You should have told me as soon as you knew.” I hugged him tightly, and his grip on me tightened.

“I didn’t know how you’d react.” He confessed, and I pulled my head off his shoulder. Godric, he was beautiful.

“Still.” I leaned in and our lips met, moving in perfect sync. His hair was softer than what I had always thought it would be, and it was perfect.

[peepeepotter]

New Girl Hogwarts AU Chapter 5: Merry Christmas, Georgie.

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader; Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley

Warnings: Cursing? I think?

Word Count: 3.2 K

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“It was just so weird.” Y/N shuddered, using her rolling pin on a sheet of cookies in the Hogwarts kitchens.

“I mean, yeah, that sounds uncomfortable as fuck. What are you guys, teenagers?” Fred asked her, his head in his hand, watching her closely. He had told George before, Y/N is totally George’s type. Fred couldn’t help but think that it was a surprise it took this long for them to have an uncomfortable sexually tense encounter. “What did Terry say?”

“What do you mean? Terry didn’t see. I don’t want Terry to know. I’m trying to date casually right now.” Y/N said, suddenly remembering the reason she moved into the loft.

“Casually? With TERRY? Have you met that guy? He looks like he cries during sex.” This made Y/N laugh loudly.

“It’s so weird to talk about this with you. You’re his twin, maybe I shouldn’t be talking to his dead brother about this.”

“Hey, I’m basically alive. I’m just a ghost. And stuck in this stupid castle.” Fred pouted, reaching to grab cookie dough and put it in his mouth. “Although I really can’t taste much. But from what I remember, this tastes a lot like some cookies mum used to make.” Fred smiled.

“Fred, I love you, but please don’t talk about your mom when I just told you about a sexual encounter with your brother.”

“Sexually tense encounter at best, don’t get ahead of yourself, love. Anyway, how could you be attracted to him? I’m so much better looking than him.” Fred scoffed, fake-offended. In actuality, Fred was quite happy that George was moving on from Angelina. Fred was especially happy George was moving on with one of Fred’s most consistent friends at Hogwarts. Plus she baked like Molly.

“Fred, I hate to break it to you, but you died when you were a teenager, so you still look like one. As an adult, I’m not attracted to teenagers.”

“I’ll have you know I was twenty when I died. No longer a teenager, thank you very much.” Fred grinned. “Besides, mentally I’m like four years older than you.”

“You know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes, but maintained a smile on her face. Y/N always liked hanging out with Fred, he was actually her first friend at the school. He found her crying one day after the breakup with McLaggen and did everything in his power to make her feel better about it. Ever since then, Y/N spent the majority of her free time between classes with Fred. She supposed it didn’t help that he looked an awful lot like the guy she liked. No, shut up, I don’t like him. Don’t listen to her thoughts, I’m the narrator. I’m always right, just wait.

“Y/N, do you even like Terry?”

“Well, he’s nice. And I could see myself liking him.”

“So you don’t.”

“Not yet.”

“Y/N.” Fred had his head resting in his hand against the counter, giving Y/N a look of pure disappointment. He knew Y/N and George would wind up together the minute he met her. He’s the one that showed her the ad on the wizarding web for a new place to live. Although, Y/N wasn’t happy that he didn’t tell her that she would find a man identical to him when she went to the interview with the boys. Fred just shrugged, he knew George well enough to know that they’d let her move in. He also knew George well enough to know that George would find Y/N just as adorable as Fred did.

“I just, maybe I need to rebound, okay? I don’t want to end up with someone like Terry, but I don’t want to end up hurting someone I really like in case I’m not ready to date yet.” To Fred, this sounded like code for ‘I don’t want to fuck up with your brother.’

“So you’re using Terry.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Y/N!” Fred chuckled, knowing he was right.

“I mean, so what? We’ve only been on a few dates, what’s the worst that could happen?” Little did Y/N know, she’d just jinxed herself.

-

“I’m sorry, what?” George asked, throwing his head back on the couch.

“We’re going to a party. Together, all of us.” Draco asserted. “None of you have a choice, I need people to know I have friends.” At this, Harry and George started snickering. Draco might not have been as bad as he was when they were at Hogwarts, and it certainly helped that he switched sides at the battle of Hogwarts, but people still didn’t like him.

“You mean you need—” George started.

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Draco quickly interrupted.

“What are we doing?” Y/N asked upon leaving her bedroom. “I was on the phone with my mom, what’s going on?”

“You mean mum, you stupid American.” George said unwavering, taking a sip from his beer.

“Okay, ha-ha, it was funny at first, now it’s just sad.” Y/N scrunched her nose. “Also do you ever drink water? I don’t think I’ve seen you drink anything other than beer for the past few months.”

“No comment.”

“We’re going to a Christmas party on Christmas eve.” Draco answered. He was tired of the two bickering all the time, and wouldn’t entertain it anymore.

“Oh fun! Can we also go look at Christmas lights? There’s this no-maj neighborhood not far—”

“A what neighborhood?” George asked, teasing Y/N.

“Muggle. I hate it here.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anyway, it’s called Candy Cane Lane and it’s supposed to be super cute.” Y/N’s face lit up, her hands clapping lightly out of excitement. George felt that stupid feeling in his stomach again.

“No.” Draco said.

“Sure.” George shrugged. Draco turned and glared at him. “If we have time. I have to get to the Burrow that night. I’ve missed Christmas with my family for the past three years because of these idiots.” He gestured towards Neville and Harry chatting in the kitchen.

“You’re supposed to party on Christmas eve!” Harry interjected.

“Yeah, party, not get black out drunk and go to the hospital annually.” George muttered, causing Y/N to giggle quietly. She took a seat on the couch near him. To her it seems that they had gone back to normal after their interaction on Thanksgiving.

“We’ll go if we have time.” George whispered to her again. She nodded with a small smile on her face.

“So Y/N,” Harry started, walking towards the couch from the kitchen. 

“Harold.”

“It’s actually—”

“Just Harry, I know, it was a joke.”

“What are you getting your boyfriend for Christmas?”

“Oh god, I have to get him something? We're barely dating. What do you get someone you’re not that close to?”

“You don’t?” George offered.

“A plant?” Neville shouted from the kitchen.

“Hand soap. I have the feeling that man doesn’t have any in his bathroom.” Draco straight-faced. Y/N snorted.

“Let’s go to the shops and find something.” Harry smiled.

--

“Why? Why did I split up and go with you?” Y/N sighed, standing behind George who was distracted by some small robotic trinket. Y/N, a muggle-born, had seen them all the time as a teenager. George clearly had not.

“Because I’m the comic relief of the group. Also, I’m the hot one.” George smirked at her. She rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face she was hoping he wouldn’t see. He did.

“Whatever, help me pick something for this stupid man.”

“So you admit it?”

“What?”

“He’s stupid?”

“I mean, yeah, but I have a muggle doctorate and I’ve studied magical creatures forever. I’d say objectively most people are stupid to me.”

“Even me?”

“Especially you.” He pushed her arm lightly, she pushed back laughing.

“Just get him one of these. They’re cute. He’s simple.” George shrugged, handing the small robot that said “Merry Christmas,” over and over to her. She shrugged, figuring he’s right.

“What about you? What do you want for Christmas?” Y/N asked. She asked to be nice, but she had already gotten him a bunch of Friends merchandise. George had proved to be a real sucker for most muggle things.

“Don’t get me anything. Seriously.” He turned towards her quickly. He had a stern look on his face.

“Why?”

“Because I’m horrible at gift giving, and I always feel in-debted when someone gives me something really good.” He didn’t look at her when he spoke this time, walking towards more muggle items. She raised her eyebrows, noting that she might have to return his Christmas gift. Actually, no. He’s getting a gift. Idiot.

--

“Here, merry Christmas.” Y/N said to Terry. They sat at the foot of her bed the day before Christmas Eve, giving each other their gifts.

“You open yours first.” He smiled at her, handing her the envelope. She opened it with a shrug. Her heart dropped. In front of her were two passes to a portkey that would take them to New York City. At the bottom of the card that contained the tickets, Terry had written a sweet note, signed with love. Love? Oh Merlin.

“I-I—” She stuttered, not knowing what to say. “Thanks, Terry.” She suddenly felt very bad for her cheap muggle gift. When he opened it, though, he wasn’t disappointed, just amused by the toy.

“Thank you so much.” He grinned at her. “I love you so much.” Her heart dropped further, and she had to keep herself from cringing.

“T-thanks.”

--

“Oh no. You said THANKS? To a confession of love?” George asked, all of the guys holding back laughs as she sat on the couch with her head in her hands.

“What was I supposed to do? Lie?” Her words were muffled by her hands.

“Well, no, but thanks?” Harry chortled out. Draco was bent over, almost on the ground from laughter. Neville was flushed red from secondhand embarrassment.

“What do I do? Break up with him? I’m not ready for any of this.” Y/N felt nauseous.

“I mean, weren’t you just kind of using him anyway?” George lectured.

“Why do you guys keep saying that?”

“You guys?”

“You fucking Weasley’s, your brother said that too.” She rolled her eyes, storming into her room. She hated living with men. They were never helpful but always thought they were.

--

The next day, George opened her bedroom door without knocking. She glared at him.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s fine, I overreacted. I’m just annoyed at the situation.”

“Well, we’re leaving soon, so get ready.” He offered, ducking back out of her room. Y/N put on black tights and a little black dress. She grabbed a red coat after putting on fake eyelashes. She grabbed her purse, and opened her door while slipping on her heels. Stumbling into the hall, she once again was faced with several men staring at her.

“Why do you guys do this every time I wear a dress?”

“You’re pretty.” Neville smiled, making Y/N almost tear up. They always did this, stare at her, but they almost never complimented her.

“Yeah, plus we only ever see you in sweatpants. So maybe we would stare less if you dressed less like a goblin every day.” Draco said, ruining the moment and heading towards the door.

“I don’t think you look like a goblin.” George whispered to her as they walked out of the loft. She smiled softly up at him.

Upon arriving at the party, Draco flocked towards his work wife. Harry headed towards Ginny, ready to give her the gift he got her. He was only slightly disappointed to find that she had brought a date to the party. 

“Here, Ginny.” He gave her the small box when her new boyfriend (boy toy, hopefully) walked away to get her a drink.

“Harry, you didn’t have to get me anything.” She said guiltily, not having gotten him anything. She opened it slowly as he shrugged in response. It was a small bottle. “What is it?” Her eyebrows scrunched. Harry laughed.

“It’s perfume. I’m not telling you that you stink, before you say that.” Ginny smiled, glad to know Harry knew her so well. “It’s a bunch of scents that remind me of you.” He shrugged, not wanting to admit that he had Draco make amortentia to see what she smelled like.

“Oh Merlin, if I smell like this I’m so sorry.” She coughed upon smelling it, making Harry laugh.

“Yeah, it’s a little all over the place. But it’s the thought, I guess?” She grinned at him, nodding.

Meanwhile George and Neville followed Y/N over to Terry. After a short, awkward conversation, Y/N excused herself to the bathroom. Neville walked away to find Luna. George stayed with Terry.

“So, quite a present you got her.” George said awkwardly, drinking from a plastic cup.

“Oh yeah, I think she really liked it.”

“Eh.”

“What? Did she tell you she didn’t like it?”

“I think it was just a lot really soon, buddy.”

“Oh no, do you think I should’ve toned it down?”

“Probably, Terry. You spent a small fortune and told her you loved her after like three weeks.”

“Oh no, what are you saying? Did she say she doesn’t love me? I was so stressed after she didn’t say it back, but I just assumed she was nervous.”

“I— you know I don’t actually think it’s my place to tell you that, Terry.”

Simultaneously, Y/N and Ginny convened in the bathroom.

“Did you like the present Harry got you?”

“It doesn’t smell very good, but it was really sweet.”

“Well, yeah, it’s Harry. He’s been in love with you for like, ever.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I mean, has he, though?”

“You absolute idiot.”

“Whatever, did you like what Terry got you?”

“I didn’t tell you, yet? He got me plane tickets to the states for him and I and told me he loved me. When I’m out here thinking about my roommate.”

“Oh Merlin, so a bad perfume is definitely the way to go.” Y/N nodded in agreement. “Why are men so difficult?” Ginny added.

“It’s like they’re so simple that it’s difficult.” Y/N hummed. “We should go back out there.” They fixed their appearances in the mirror slightly before returning to the party. Y/N found George and Terry out on the balcony.

“You really don’t love me?” Terry said, turning around to face her with tears in his eyes.

“What? Where did this come from?” Before anyone could answer, she turned to George who immediately cringed. “What did you do?”

“I just- sometimes I speak without thinking?”

“Terry, don’t listen to this idiot.” George put his hands up in defense and went to leave back to the party, but found the door locked. He went for his wand and realized he had forgotten it at the loft.

“Oh no.” George whispered

“You don’t like me, do you? Did I do too much too soon? Be honest, stop doing that thing where you make me feel better.” Terry looked like a puppy, making the whole situation a lot worse.

“Somebody please help!” George pleaded, banging against the glass.

“I-Terry. Yes, okay? You scared me. It was a lot really soon. I just got out of a relationship, and I really wanted to take it slow.” Y/N confessed.

“I’m stuck out here! This is so awkward, please help!” George kept banging on the door.

“I— what if I can’t do that?” Terry asked.

“LET ME OUT!!!” George shouted.

“You can’t take it slow?” Y/N scrunched her brow.

“Oh Merlin.” George sat on the ground against the door.

“Isn’t it obvious? If I already love you and you can’t say it back, maybe we shouldn’t be together.” Although Terry’s words kind of hurt, Y/N felt somewhat relieved. “I’ll see you at work, alright?” Terry approached the door and unlocked it wordlessly with his wand.

“Thanks Terry.” George went to follow behind Terry as he left, but stopped, looking back at Y/N. He sighed, realizing he needed to clean up the mess he had made. He walked back over to her, leaning against the balcony next to her.

“You know, I think maybe this was my fault.” He admitted, looking through the glass doors at the party.

“You think, George?” She snapped.

“Well, didn’t you want to break up with him anyway?”

“Yeah, I did, but I wanted to do it on my own terms.” She puffed a breath of air out of her lips.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to completely ruin your relationship. I was trying to help him tone it down.”

“Well, thanks I guess.” She pushed off of the balcony, heading back into the party to find Neville and Luna.

“Well, fuck.” George sighed. 

--

The group, Ginny included, left the party at three in the morning. Walking through town, George attempted to rush his sister and Harry.

“We’ve got to get to the burrow like, three hours ago.” 

“Who cares? Mum and dad are asleep. They won’t know we were late.”

“Because I still have to wrap all my gifts, Gin.” George sighed. Y/N was behind the group, attempting to peel her shoes off despite the snow. Harry and Ginny started talking, and George looked around for his best friend. Finding Y/N at the back of the group, he slowed his pace until he was walking with her. He looked at her shoeless feet, walking in only stockings in the deep snow. He sighed.

“Stop.” Y/N looked up at him, his voice startling her. “All of you, stop. We’ve gotta go somewhere.”

“I thought you needed to get home to wrap your gifts.”

“We’ll just be late. It’s fine.” George shrugged, he faced Y/N suddenly. “Jump on my back, alright?” He leaned down in front of her, offering a piggy-back ride. Y/N smiled a little and climbed up on his back. The group walked to Candy Cane Lane. Upon arriving, the magic-users were disappointed. The lights were all off.

“HEY!” George started shouting.

“Oh my god, George it’s not that important, it’s okay.” Y/N whispered into his ear. Goosebumps raised on his neck upon feeling her breath so close to him.

“It is important! It’s Christmas! COME ON! YOU ALL PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO THESE STUPID LIGHTS! TURN THEM ON!” He shouted. Ginny grinned.

“YEAH! TURN THEM ON!” Ginny shouted

“TURN THEM ON!!” Harry grinned.

“WAKE UP!!!” George added.

“TURN THEM ON!!” Neville shouted, although much more softly than the rest.

Suddenly, one at a time, each house’s lights turned on. Draco’s wand was lifted, turning on each house's Christmas lights.

“You all are so dumb. We are fortunate enough to have magic, there was a whole war. Remember?” Draco rolled his eyes.

Y/N grinned, feeling her heart swell upon seeing the bright Christmas lights. “Thanks, Georgie.” She whispered, nestling her cheek against his neck. This time his heart swelled.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He said, squeezing her thighs as he held her up off the ground.

“Merry Christmas, Georgie.” Y/N pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

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After six long months, I present to you:

Tupelo Honey

Word Count- 3k

Warnings- language, angst, discussion of abortion

A/N- With help from familiar strangers, Honey makes a choice that will change Leon's life and hers forever.

Chapter 4: Angel of The Morning

Late fall of 1968, Morning:

Honey clutched at the pillow as her hips flew towards the ceiling. Her back arched before she bent forward and twisted her free hand in Leon's thick hair. His name echoed off the bedroom walls as she came without caring if they woke Johnny this early.

Honey’s chest heaved as her body attempted to regulate her breath. Leon threw the sheets back and looked up at her. His hand absently ran up and down her stomach to her breasts and back.

“What?” Honey’s voice was sleepy as she met a green-eyed gaze. She propped up on her elbows when his brows knit together. “What's wrong?”

“Not much, love. It's just, your..” Leon's cheeks turned kinda pink, “stuff tastes different. You been eating anything new?”

“No? You mean it tastes different when I cum?”

“Just this time. You gonna start your thing?” He pointed towards Honey’s sex. “Period.”

“I don't think so. Should be around any day now though.”

Leon crawled up towards the pillows and laid down beside his girlfriend. His arm draped across her collarbone as he snuggled up to her shoulder. He nipped at the skin before kissing it. Then pressed his forehead into her neck.

Honey caught a scent of herself on him. “It even kinda smells different. I better get to the clinic just in case. I've not felt that weird other than that stomach bug.” Her nails lightly scratched Leon's forearm as she spoke. “I can't have an STI, since you went all mad and demanded my undying monogamy.”

Leon ignored her. “Maybe,” he yawned and stretched his impossibly long arms and legs straight out, “you caught a case of the pregnancy.” He sat up and leaned down to kiss her stomach.

“Don't say that!” Leon's familiar whine filled Honey’s own voice. “I won't keep it. That's legal here now.”

Leon stared back at her, “Just like that.”

“It's my body, Leonidas. Look at how short I am. Imagine this knocked up,” Honey waved a hand down the length of her naked self.

“I do.” It came out a whisper. Honey glowered. “Don't pull that face on me, Gracie. I know it's your body. We just ain't exactly safe with our shaggin’ are we? Leavin’ it up to chance. Then you get angry if there's one on the way. Keep it. End it. Give it up for adoption. I know it's YOUR choice. You tell me all the bloody time about it being your body. I respect that because I love you. Before you give me cheek, I think about having a baby with you loads.”

“Leon that's not what we want.” Honey sat up on her haunches beside him. “Look at us. We share a one bedroom flat with a ginger con man that we don't even sleep in half the time based on whether he wants to fuck someone or not. Our loo is literally a closet, and we have to shower at your parents’. There's one dresser and half a wardrobe for both of us. Where the hell would we even PUT a baby let alone afford to have one.”

“We've saved money! My parents would help us get a proper house or flat. Or stay with them until we could.”

“Oh sure. Us, your parents, your Yia Yia, one uncle and a baby. Sounds cozy.”

“I grew up in a place with more living there than that. We could get a loan.”

“What will we put down for occupations, Leon?!” Honey was losing her cool. A wave of nausea hit her, but she choked it back. “Occasional actor, waiter, and FBI fugitive?! I can't out myself like that.”

“We lie. I'm an actor. I'm sure you know loads of people who could fake it. Look respectable. I'll cut my hair and clean up my face.” Leon was equally annoyed, hands fidgeting in his lap. His legs started to bounce up and down as he reached, but fumbled with the nightstand drawer.

“Don't you fucking dare cut that hair. Who will we even pretend to be? Patti Boyd and fucking George Harrison? I'm an awful blonde and your hair would take hours to straighten. Leon we would have to fake marriage certificates. That's fraud. Real and proper, honest prison time fraud.”

Leon ignored her and finally yanked the drawer practically in half. The handle came off in his hands causing him to mumble under his breath and drop it to the ground. In a fury he tossed the contents aside in a search for something Honey wasn't sure of.

“If you're about to get high, I'll fucking leave you right now.” Honey got up and snapped her fingers in Leon's face. “We're not done talking about this.”

He looked up at her, his green eyes ablaze for the first time in their relationship. “I'm not GETTING high! Will you quit talking to me like I'm a bloody fucking child? You and Johnny always like I'm mad or deficient. I have a university degree from Cambridge, and I speak three languages. I'm observant not stupid.”

“That's.. That's not what I meant,” Honey bit her lip. “You are one of the smartest guys I've ever met. I just.. Worry about the amount of opium you started sneaking into your pot. You're working less and letting Johnny call the shots.”

Leon was lost in his search, “You’re just jealous of someone else pushing me around?” He waved his hand dismissively before Honey could answer. “I’m fine, love. I'm just a bit stressed is all. It helps me relax.”

“Leon, it's heroin. You know what happened to my uncle.”

He ignored her, “I’ll be swell. Promise. Plus I think this idea Johnny has finally.. DAMMIT WHERE'S THAT TOSSER OF A RING?!”

Something fell off the bed onto the wooden floor with a PING! Leon got down on all fours, stark naked and put his eye to the wood. His arm outstretched and came back to him with an object between his long fingers. He held it aloft towards Honey and took her tiny hand inside of his large one. Honey stopped breathing.

“It's not exactly proper, but you aren't exactly a girl into convention, are ya?” Leon smiled up at his girlfriend. He kissed the back of Honey’s hand. “You think better of me than I think of myself. I want to make you happy, and I want to be a good husband and daddy. If this meeting tonight doesn't go well, I'll stop acting. No more pot or opium or acid or coke right bloody now. I'll get a proper job and we can get a proper house and when the time comes, you choose whatever you want. Stay home. Go to work, I'll stay home. So you aren't loaded down by the patriarchy or whatever.”

“Leon,” Honey’s face was pale and she started to swoon. She saw the way his hand swallowed hers, and panicked. Her fucked up brain saw herself lost in Leon the same way.

“Even if we go to the court, just us. Even if we have to leave London because you're worried. I'll go with you. To India like you sorted out before we met. I don't want you to give up on any dream because of this baby. Or me.”

Before she could get any answer out, Leon slid the ring on Honey’s finger. It was stunning, carved marble and amethyst. She knew it was old, Grecian.

“It's purple because Dionysus cried and spilled his wine onto a maiden he offended by his drunkenness. Artemis protected her, turned her to crystal and she absorbed his wine. It sobered him. Your love, when I'm not foolish, will sober me.”

“Leon,” Honey said again, unable to say anything else.

“Will you please marry me, Gracie?”

The question was so pure. His eyes were so green and hopeful. Honey couldn't think or speak around the lump in her throat. But then..

“I can't,” she whispered. “I have to go to the clinic. You've got an early shift at the restaurant.”

Honey was numb as she pulled on some clothes and her coat. She left the flat and Leon naked on his knees in the bedroom.

----

Later that afternoon:

Honey stared straight passed the nurse as she explained exactly what would happen if she decided to not keep the baby. How they suggest she not be alone and to have someone willing to care for her. To make sure there's no infection.

“Ultimately, dove, it's your decision. Unless you're cold-hearted, it might do your head in. It's not as easy as you modern girls think. You might not regret it, but you might. You prepared? Is your husband keen on this idea too?” The nurse nodded at the ring.

“Oh.. we aren't.. I didn't really give him a choice?”

“Well let's see if you're even pregnant first. Then I want you to go back to your partner and have a good talk. Promise me you'll do that?”

The young woman smiled. It was tentative and nervous. “Yeah. Ok. But it won't change my mind.” She held out her arm for the blood draw and took a cup and left for the loo.

Honey sat on the stairs of the clinic and bent down in a wave of nausea. It was amazing that now she knew she was knocked up the symptoms seemed to worsen. Like how noticing a paper cut makes it suddenly sting.

Her breasts were swollen and a fire built in her chest and stomach every time she laid down. What was the absolute worst, she came to realize, how mean she had been to Leon. A total uncool bitch. Honey looked down at the amethyst on her ring finger and began to cry.

“Hey man, you ok?” a voice asked. American.

“Jesus, don't call her man! What is wrong with you?” a female American voice.

“Leave me alone! Last time I was here, I was in Vietnam. I'm freaking the fuck out, Sel.”

“weren't you a cu-”

“Uh!! This is about them, not me.”

One of them sat down next to Honey. “My brother is right, are you ok? Honey, right?”

Honey looked up to meet eyes that almost took her breath away. A young woman around her age smiled and it reminded her of Leon. Her shoulder length hair had soft waves and curls, but her eyes. Her eyes somehow looked like Honey’s.

“Do I know you?” she squinted her eyes and tilted her head.

“Not yet,” the woman’s cheeks pinked a little. “We're.. Leon's..”

“Cousins!” a male voice interjected.

“I didn't know Leon had cousins from- Fuck me on the tube.”

“Tempting, but I don't think Leon would be down for that.” The inflection of his voice, despite being yank, was so much like his.. cousin’s. “My sister and I have been looking all over this stupid city for you the last few days. To meet you before we left. Leon told my sister you were here. He seemed pretty pissed. This is an uh,” he gestured at the building.

“Abortion clinic?”

“You sure that's how you want to handle it?” the young woman questioned softly.

“Well I don't think Leon has the balls to push me down the stairs,” Honey shrugged.

Leon’s cousin, if that's who she was heaved a sigh. “I like to think I have a sharp tongue and a bit of a shrewd mind. I get it from MY mom. Can I be straight with you?”

“I mean I guess it's easier from a stranger?”

“I know for a FACT you won't be giving up on anything. You are already more involved in changing the world than most people your age. And that doesn't have to stop because you're pregnant. Activists can have children or partners. Take her with you! Take Leon! You come from a long line of shit kickers, right?”

Honey narrowed her eyes. She studied this woman’s face again. Her eyes. HER eyes somehow. But Leon’s features. If she had a daughter, this is who she would want her to be. Sharp, like herself, but optimistic like her daddy.

Daddy.. “Did you say her? How do you know any of this? I swear Leon’s family is here or in Greece. You've got to be close, this one is like fucking Patty Duke. Identical cousins. Man you sure you're cool?”

He scratched his body and Honey heard a tinkling. Then she saw the dog tags. “Yeah I'm gravy.” He looked the way Leon had when she rejected him earlier. It broke Honey’s heart all over.

“Drafted?”

He held out his tags and had this longing in his eyes, “Love.”

“You went to Vietnam for love?”

“I stayed for it. Hardest thing I've ever done besides sobriety. Having a kid and an old man is a fucking piece of cake. If you were gonna go through with.. Termination, I think you would've done it right?”

“I just don't know if I have good enough of a reason besides maybe it'll be fine. I don't know what is freaking me the hell out! We both have happily married parents!! And grandparents. But I've put so much on hold for men. I've let them.”

“Yeah but Leon’s not like that.”

“No. He's not. But the drugs and the hare brained schemes terrify me. My uncle, Lenny Bruce? He ran cons with his wife that he knocked up and they were just. Tumultuous. He loved heroin almost more than Honey and Kitty. It killed him in the end. I don't want Leon and I to be the fluke too.”

“If I tell you to say the FIRST thing that comes to your mind about Leon. No thinking, open your mouth and speak. What is the first part of him you think of.”

“His kind eyes. Your eyes,” she gestured towards the man. “Yours are a bit lost, but they're still just as gentle.”

He bit his lip. Honey noticed it trembled just a tad. “Same thing,” his voice hoarse. “What's the first thing that you would DO for him?”

“Be with him in every life we've ever lived and ever will.”

The woman beside her took Honey’s hand in both of hers. Her annoying familiarity forced Honey to listen to everything she was about to say.

“My parents came from a similar taboo situation. They were immigrants (my dad twice), during the worst war. Activists who got in a bit of a mess. They were separated for a while when my mom was pregnant with me. She had me alone. Yet they have been together for OVER 25 years.”

“I cannot imagine two people better suited for each other than my parents. They trust one another IMPLICITLY and are both still very attracted to one another. Trust me. It's gross.!

“Now they have a successful business. My younger brother and I have our own jobs to pay for ourselves, but our parents are paying for us to go to school. Marriage or partnerships are work, but I have seen that it's worth it. I hope I can be as fearless as they are one day.”

Honey took her hand back and rubbed her face. “Why are you two so hell bent on me staying knocked up? Like there’s something real heavy you're not telling me.”

“We're just like, REALLY invested in Leon’s happiness!” the woman exclaimed.

“Or we could just tell her? I saved Dave that way.”

Honey narrowed her eyes, “Convincing.”

“You and Leon and this baby are going to literally save the world?”

“Alright,” Leon's doppelganger decided to take a turn. “Someone took me away from our mom when I was just a baby. I was raised pretty abusively. But I found my parents, OUR parents,” he gestured at his sister. “They just.. welcomed me in, AND my other adopted siblings.”

“You are so, so much like her. You and Leon are like BOTH of our parents. Really we Kostases.. Kosti? We leap without looking. If we fly, we fly. So I know what Leon's decision is. You said it yourself, he's worth being with in every life you live. Isn't that your answer?”

Honey sighed again and stood up. She looked back and forth between the man and woman claiming to have her best interest at heart. The siblings with her eyes and Leon’s. “I can't just rush into this.”

“Says the woman who fell in love on the set of a porno film.”

Honey ignored him. Ignored how he knew that. She put her hand on her stomach tenderly. “I have to say, if we have this kid, I'm not sure why, but I hope it.. she's like you. What's your name?”

“Selina. After the moon.”

Honey smiled in a knowing way. “Stick around, I'm sure Leon would love to see you.”

“We can't, but you'll understand all of this one day.”

“I'll see you again?”

“I promise.”

Then Honey and the cousins parted ways. She and Leon had a lot to discuss.

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Issues lol

I got a new phone. An Iphone 8. Also anyone else out there with commitment issues they can’t explain? like your parent’s aren’t divorced, and you didn’t have a toxic past relationship? but relationships scare the hell out of ya?

George Weasley x female! reader

“Go out with me.” George asked. You shake your head at George. “No. ” you said plainly. You gesture at him to leave. “You ought to be nicer to him.” Hermoine said, from across the table. “I am making him work for it.” you tell her. A smile appeared on your face as Beth sat down next to you. “She believes that once a man gets what he wants he loses interest.” Beth explained to Hermoine. She frowned, and shook her head. “Do you go out with other guys?” Hermione asked. You shake your head. Hermione really did look confused. “It is so she can hide the fact that she is scared of commitment.” Beth said, You shrug, you hadn’t heard that George ever went out with another girl. Not that the two of you ever talked about the terms of your relationship. You weren’t interested in being that girl that had a boyfriend, and were lovey dovey all the time. You went out with George whenever you felt like it. You didn’t need to be his girlfriend. It was just casual fun. “So George could get a girlfriend at any moment, considering the two of you aren’t in a relationship.” Hermione said, you shake your head. But, she was right. 

She had a point, neither of you ever referred to one another as girlfriend or boyfriend, and the casual make out sessions weren’t exactly what you’d call being in a relationship. This has been going on since the beginning of the school year, and christmas break was coming up soon. He would go home with his siblings, and you’d go home to London. Every year the seventh, and sixth year students organized a christmas party, and only people from younger years would only be invited by seventh year students. First, second, and the faculty knew nothing about it. You were a fifth year student, and George would probably ask you to come with him. Although this year was tricky because of Umbridge, and you weren’t even sure if there was going to be a christmas party. 

“Will you come with me to the secret christmas party?” he asked. He slid down on the seat beside you in potions. He looked at you with begging eyes. “Actually I got asked by someone else.” you told him. You didn’t want him to get too close. You realised that you were only comfortable with him when he was just a make out session instead of a boyfriend

“And you said yes?” he seemed confused. You nod. “Yes” you tell him. He looked really disappointed, and somewhat hurt. “Ow, I assumed you’d come with me.” He said, you give him a smile. “Well, you’re not my boyfriend, are you?” You said, getting up from your chair. 

At the party you were dancing with Andrew, your date. You were far from interested in him. But, he was a great distraction from George’s glaring eyes. He seemed very angry about you leaving him at the end of potions class. “Want to go make out?” Andrew asked. You look over at George, he was laughing at something Lee said. Thank god, you didn’t want to see him at the moment. Yet, you also didn’t want to see him hurt. “So?” Andrew asked. You nod. The two of you make it out to the hallway. Andrew pressed your body against a wall. You didn’t like how forceful he was. George was rough but that but you trusted George to not cross any boundaries. You tried to push Andrew away a little. But, it didn’t break the kiss. He noticed he crossed the line and kept standing a step away. between the two of you.  “Get the fuck away from her.” You hear a familiar voice exclaim. You feel Andrew being pulled away. 

You open your eyes to see George punching Andrew. One single punch. “What the hell Weasley!” Andrew said he was ready to hit George. But, when he looked at you and you shook your head, he showed George his middle finger and left. “What the hell is wrong with you?” George asked you. You frown. “What the hell is wrong with YOU” you said loudly. You knew the two of you should keep quiet in case Umbridge got a whiff of it. George pulled you by your wrist to a nearby classroom. There was only one classroom in this part of the castle. The astronomy tower. You were too furious with him to keep quiet up all the way to the top of the stairs. “George seriously. You can’t just fucking punch people, you’ll get in trouble with Umbridge” you snap. He glared at you before looking back at the steps. “I don’t care about Umbridge.” He said, he said as he was on the top of the stairs. “Why are you snogging Andrew Bogsley?” he said, anger radiated from him. “Well, I am a single woman I can do as I please” you said, he shook his head, and a faint laugh was on his lips. “and I considered you my girlfriend.” he said, you sat down on one of the crates in the room. “I don’t do relationships” you tell him. George chuckled. “So you said” he said, he looked hurt. Exactly what you didn’t want to do. “I want a relationship with you.” He said, you shake your head. “I can’t do that.” you cried out. You feel an overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over you. He shook his head. “I want you and me to work, okay.” he said: “I don’t want you to go home, and snog guys over winter break. I want you to come visit me, and I can introduce you to my mum.” not only sadness filled you but also fear. A lot of fear. “I really don’t feel comfortable with that George. There is a reason I keep things loose.” you tell him. He sits down on the crate beside you. “Who the hell damaged you?” He asked. He put his hand on your cheek. He didn’t say anything more, and tears started to flood your eyes. People you trusted, people that were supposed to be there for you. They all hurted you, and it was all pain. “I’m not going to hurt you” he said: “I might even love you” you chuckled. “Oh that’s a word a girl wants to hear. Might!” You laugh sarcastically. “Fine you bloody idiot. I love you” he said, he pressed his lips against yours. “Give me a chance. I know you want to.” He chuckled. A smile appeared on your face, and he was right. You wanted to, you wanted soemthing that you knew wasn’t going to work. “Yes” you said, 

This scared you more than anything in the entire world. You were standing in front of your fireplace with floo powder in your hand. “Call me when you get there.” Your mother said,  she was absolutely not a fan of you spending a couple of days at George’s house. She actually wanted to forbid it, but you promised you’d sleep with Ginny.  

“E’llo dear” Molly greeted. When you stepped out of their fireplace. She greeted you with a hug, which took you by surprise. George and Fred were standing side by side. Those were the only Weasleys waiting to greet you, as Ron was into town with Hermione and Harry. Ginny was off with friends. “We fixed you a bed with Ginny and Hermione. Oh we are so glad to have you here.” She said, you just give her an awkward smile. “Good to see you, Freddie” you teased him. He just scrunched his nose at you. “I’ll be watching you.” He said: “ if you knock him up. I’ll know where to find you.” You all stared at Fred. Molly was about to say something. “Wrong person” he said, Turning to his brother. “Knock her up and you are dead.” Fred said,  you chuckle. George hit his brother in the shoulder. “We are going to go now.” George said, taking you by your hand. You follow him up the stairs. He showed you Ginny’s room where two makeshift beds were made.  “If you wake up in the middle of the night.  You are more than welcome to come over to my room. You should know that Fred snores.” He said cheekily. He took you outside to the fields that were now empty, and only a couple of trees were to be seen in the distance. He told you how pretty it was in late summer when all the wheat reached higher than the people standing in it. “Are you alright?” He asked before the two of you were supposed to come in for dinner. “Yeah-no i think so” you said, he pecked a kiss on your cheek. The two of you sat down at the crowded dinner table, that was loud and Arthur noticed you. “You are new aren’t you?” He asked you. “Dad! This is y/n my girlfriend.” George said, his dad squinted his eyes at his son. “I had no idea” he said to himself mostly. It made you feel uncomfortable that George actually referred ro you as his girlfriend. “Dad you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached.” Fred said, Molly glared at her sin, and several others were smirking. George pecked a kiss on your cheek, and you wanted to push him away from you. But, you didn’t. 

You didn’t see George that evening, actually you were kind of glad to have some girl time. The two of them just wanted to talk about George and you. “I thought you didn’t want to be a girlfriend?” Hermione asked. You shrug, putting your hand in the popcorn bowl. The three of you were sitting on Ginny’s bed, the weird sisters playing in the background. “He made me change my mind” you said with a small smile. Ginny leaned her arm against yours. “You should date one of my brothers that would also make you my sister, ‘Mione” Ginny chuckled. Hermione’s cheeks turned red. “Oh stop it Ginny” Hermione said. You laugh at the two of them. 

The three of you didn’t sleep till late, you still weren’t really asleep when you heard a sound in the hallway. Then George stepped inside the bedroom, you wouldn’t have known it was him if he didn’t say it was him. “Come with me” he whispered.  You get up from your bed, and follow him. He led you to his bedroom where George was snoring. “ George, I can't stay here.  I should go to my bed.” You whisper to him. “I’ll turn on the alarm, and you can sneak back into your bed.” He said, he patted on the spot next to him in the bed. You hesitated. Fred did snore loudly. You lie down next to him. “So how are you feeling?” he asked. “stop asking me that all the time.” you chuckle. You stare at the ceiling. “Will you tell me why you feel this way?” he asked. He snuggled his nose close to the crook of your neck. “I just do, Georgie.” you whisper. “I can’t help it.” you whisper. You were glad he didn’t try to wrap his arms around you too. “I won’t call you my girlfriend anymore. I’ll call you my own personal idiot.” he whispered. You chuckle a little.

Tagged: @enchantedcruelsummer

[thefanficdude]

The Winter Months: NOVEMBER, Part 1

TRIGGER WARNING: Depression, suicidal implications and possible eating disorder

There were many differences between Wilbur and Dream.

For one, Wilbur’s village only had one leader that looked over every little detail, but Dream’s city had a leader for various things such as military, rations, and others. So because everyone had the title of leader, Dream himself had the title of… Dream.

In the city, whoever was Dream (the name of the leader position) left behind their name from birth and would further be referred to as Dream, either until death or the possible event that the title is evoked. The reason for this was because the god they worshipped had a similar name and it was an act of praise, sort of to say that no matter who was giving the orders, the ultimate ruler was their god.

Meanwhile, the village didn’t believe in any kind of god or deity figure. They solely depended on themselves to survive, and that was something Dream’s people would never understand.

Except for one.

Ranboo teleported back to the city he called home after the conversation he had with someone from the village. Toby, if Ranboo remembered correctly. He hoped he did. Ranboo had a reputation to forget things very easily, and that was one of the reasons Dream never made him in charge of anything. Ranboo was fine with that, he understood Dream’s reasoning.

Yet even in no position of power, Ranboo needed to talk to Dream like he was. He made his way to Dream’s house that was also used as a gathering place of sorts. It was the tallest building in the city, so it was easy to set apart from the rest. Ranboo stepped through the thin layer of snow on the ground until he got to the door. He knocked.

“Dream?” Ranboo said through the door. “It’s Ranboo.” Nobody answered. He knocked again. “Sir, I met someone while I was in the forest.” About 5 seconds passed.

“Come in,” A smooth voice came from the other side of the door and Ranboo walked in, silently closing the door behind him.

Dream stood where he normally did; at the head of the long table inside. Maps of the area, specifically the village, were scattered about, each one with different coloured marks of ink. Beside Dream on the side of the table was the newcomer. Ranboo couldn’t remember his name, but it started with G. Ever since he came, Dream and him had been inseparable. It was weird, but Ranboo didn’t think about it much more than that.

“Who did you see?” Dream asked.

“Someone from the village,” Ranboo replied. “He had brown hair, probably the same age as me, and-”

“No,” Dream cut him off. “What was his name?”

“Oh,” Ranboo became embarrassed. It was obvious that’s what he should’ve said first instead of a full description. “Toby.” The man beside Dream looked up.

“Toby?” He asked. Ranboo nodded. Dream looked at him.

“Do you know who that is, George?” Right, his name is George. Ranboo thought. George nodded.

“Yes, but everyone calls him Tubbo. Only people he feels especially close with call him Toby. I don’t even think his best friend calls him that.” George looked at Ranboo. “He told you to call him Toby?”

“Yeah,” Ranboo confirmed. “But he didn’t really-”

“What did you say to him?” Dream now stared directly at Ranboo.

“Uh,” Ranboo was in slight paralysis by Dream’s gaze. “Nothing much, I just told him I was from here and-”

“Ranboo,” Dream walked towards Ranboo. The few seconds of silence as he made his way felt like years. “Did you tell him our plan?” It was a question, but his voice was monotone the whole way through.

“No, of course not,” He lied. “But I got some info that might be useful to you.”

“Really?” Dream looked over his shoulder to George then back at Ranboo. “What info?”

“Phil is no longer their leader,” Ranboo said. “Wilbur, his son, is. The plan was to kill their leader, but you have the wrong target.” Dream smiled with amusement.

“Wow,” Dream said. “I had no idea.” He went back to the table. “I had no idea… that you could underestimate me so much.”

“What…?”

“Ranboo, there is literally a member of the village standing right beside me,” Dream gestured to George. “You thought I didn’t ask who their leader is?”

“But the letter said you were going to kill their leader.” Ranboo pointed out.

“Did you really think I was going to send them a letter telling them what my plan is?” Dream was still smiling. This was entertaining for him. “No, Ranboo. The target was Phil all along.”

“But what’s the point?” Ranboo asked. “It would be so much easier to fight them if Wilbur died instead of Phil.” Ranboo hated every word he was saying, but it was true, and he needed to know.

“Because if I killed Wilbur,” Dream said. “It would be too easy. After all, games are much more fun on hard mode.”

“So…” Ranboo thought for a moment. “So you’re going to kill Phil… for fun?”

“Yeah,” Dream said. “Is that a problem?” Ranboo took a breath.

“No, sir.” Ranboo turned to make his way out, but Dream stopped him.

“And one more thing,” Dream said. “I’m not ‘going to’ kill Phil. I already have.” Ranboo’s stomach sank.

“You what?”

~~~

Wilbur sat in the forest, leaning against the tree his father was buried under. A sign hung from the trunk. It read Here lies the Winged Legend. Rest in Peace Philza. The day it happened was still so clear to him.

The letter threatened him, Wilbur the leader, so he hid in his house with the letter from Dream in hand. There wasn’t much else to do except read it over and over again. Every once in a while, Wilbur would open the curtains on his window just a little bit to see what was happening with everyone else outside.

Then one time, he opened the curtains and looked into the forest, just in time to see an arrow point upwards. It was aimed at Phil. Before Wilbur could even process what was happening, the arrow flew and landed at it’s target. Phil’s wings stopped moving and he fell from the heavens to the ground. Without even thinking, Wilbur burst out of his house and ran towards the greenhouse, where Phil had fallen.

Wilbur saw Phil and got on his knees as soon as he got there. Wilbur picked him up and cradled him, looking into his open, soulless eyes. Wilbur shook him, yelled, even screamed his name, but he didn’t wake up. Wilbur checked to see if he was breathing. Nothing. Wilbur checked for a pulse. Nothing.

Wilbur screamed into the world and cried into his father’s chest for the last time.

Five days later, here he was, sitting at Phil’s grave while playing guitar, desperately looking for a familiar tune. He wouldn’t find one for a long time.

“Wilbur?” Tommy emerged from the brush, but Wilbur didn’t look up from his guitar. Tommy sighed. “Goddammit man, I’ve been looking for you for 20 minutes! I thought you died!”

“That wouldn’t be so bad.” Wilbur said.

“What the fuck,” Tommy sat down beside Wilbur. “Dude, don’t say shit like that.” Wilbur stopped playing and looked at Tommy.

“Why? It’s not like he bothered to stick around either.” Wilbur gestured to Phil’s grave. “Now leave me alone.” He continued to play, plucking randomly at the strings, making a melody that didn’t make sense.

Tommy was fed up with this. He stood up and took Wilbur’s guitar right out of his hands. Wilbur tried to grab it back, but Tommy started running back to the village.

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing!?” Wilbur stood and chased him.

“You need to stop feeling bad for yourself!” Tommy yelled back, still running.

“And you can’t just fucking take my shit and leave!” Wilbur yelled.

“Yes I can!” Tommy said. “Cause I’m doing it right now, bitch!”

Tommy and Wilbur made it to the clearing where the village was and Tommy ran into the Community House before Wilbur could catch up. Wilbur ran into the doorway, but stopped when he saw that everyone was there. They were all looking at him, sorrow and worry in their eyes. They were all sitting where they normally did. Niki and Eret beside each other, and Tommy and Tubbo on the opposite of them (though Tommy was standing, still holding his guitar). Phil always sat beside Tubbo, but that side of the bench was empty now. It would never be the same.

“What’s this?” Wilbur asked.

“We’re worried about you, Will.” Niki said. “Ever since Phil passed away, you’ve been at his grave for hours at a time. You even refuse to eat sometimes. It’s not healthy.”

“And we need you,” Tommy said, handing Wilbur his guitar back. He took it with force. Wilbur was annoyed by this, but he knew they were right. He didn’t want to admit that, but then he remembered that’s the reason he never got to apologize to Phil. That guilt would stay with him forever, simply because he didn’t want to be humble. “Wilbur,” Tommy continued. “As much as we need a leader, I need you as a brother more, so don’t fucking sit on your ass all day because of something you never could’ve prevented”

“But that’s the problem,” Wilbur said. “I never saw it coming until I saw the arrow fly out of the forest, and even then I couldn’t stop it.”

“But how would you have stopped it even then?” Eret asked. “Tommy’s right, there’s nothing you or any of us could’ve done.” Wilbur looked at the ground and closed his eyes.

“I can’t tell if it’s easier to process knowing I could’ve stopped it or not…” Wilbur said, silent tears building in his eyes. “I just feel so many emotions and pain, and all I want is for it to go away.” Niki stood up and put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s going to be hard regardless of the situation,” She said. “Every heartbreak, dissapointment, and loss leaves a wound. Of course it hurts now, but eventually, either in a month or years, that wound will heal. It won’t be gone forever though. That wound is going to leave a scar, and everytime you think of him, it’ll hurt a little bit. But that’s your mind’s way of reminding you to not forget about him. If we truly moved on for good, nobody would remember you father and the many wise words he left behind.” Niki put a hand on Wilbur’s cheek to wipe away a tear with her thumb and Wilbur leaned into it. He’d forgotten how nice it was to be assured by physical touch. “The pain you’re feeling, no matter how unbearable, is not bad. It means you’re human, just like the rest of us.”

Wilbur felt something wrap around his torso. He looked down to see Tommy hugging him.

“We all need you, Wilbur.” Tommy said. “Now more than ever. If you give up, then we’re fucked… but there’s still hope. We just need you to stick around for a little longer. Can you do that?” Tommy looked up at Wilbur, and he could never say no to Tommy, especially now. As much as he hated it, everyone was depending on him. Wilbur took a breath and looked at everyone.

“We continue this fight in the name of Phil,” Wilbur said with passion, rage, and determination surging through his veins. “Say ‘Ai’ if you are with me!”

“Ai!” Everyone chorused in joy, and Wilbur smiled for the first time in a while.

“And, I’d like to make an announcement.” Wilbur looked at Tommy. “Tommy,” his gaze shifted to Niki. “And Niki. You are both hereby given the title of my right-hand man and woman!” Everyone cheered, celebrating the return of their leader, their newfound hope, and the promotion of two village members. For the first time since the death of Phil, there was happiness.

“So what’s first, Wilbur?” Tommy asked. Wilbur smiled.

“Well,” Wilbur said. “We need to get as much information about the enemy as we can so that we can make the best attack plan possible.”

“Oh, we got that covered!” Tommy said. Wilbur looked at Tommy confused.

“You do?”

Tommy looked at Tubbo. Tubbo stood.

“Wilbur,” Tubbo said. “We have a spy.”

[willowknee]

Changes- George Imagine

Title: Changes People: George X reader, ImAllexx Word count: 1790 Warnings: Swearing Songs to listen to: N/A Prompt/request: “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” A/N: This is the second Angst one-shot for George, one with a happier ending than the last 

Being best friends with Alex and George definitely came with its perks, for one, you were never lonely and you never had to worry about being judged for the stuff you watch or the games you like to play, you always had someone to go out for meals with, and you had your own personal councillors who only charged in snacks. On the other hand, it definitely had its disadvantages too, for example, the fact that you were desperately in love with one of them.

One George Andrew. 

For the most part, you were fine, you got on like you would any other time, and if you ever got shy, you would always find a way to play it off and pretend that you were acting shy when he made certain comments or jokes. But there were times where your Grammy worthy acting fails you, and that’s when you became jealous.

You would say you were close to George, really close, you confided in him about your past and all your worries and he confided in you too. That’s why it came as such a shock when out of nowhere George got a girlfriend. Just to clarify, it wasn’t you. You were taken aback, it seemed so out of nowhere, he had never mentioned talking to anybody or even having any interest in anyone.

You were hurt, to say the least, were you more invested in this friendship than he was? You hated being jealous, it was the one thing you hated the most about yourself, how easily you became jealous and how harsh you became, you hated it and you tried to avoid it as much as possible, to the point you refused to develop feelings for people in fear of getting hurt, but with George, it happened so fast and so hard there was literally no way you could have stopped it. You fell head over heels for him and for once, you didn’t mind.

When you looked at George you feel your breath literally catch in your throat and when he smiles at you, you can’t help but smile back, even if you had been sobbing your eyes out mere seconds before. The playful banter between you both is something you will always cherish, the times at 4 am when you were both still awake sat at the kitchen counter eating Alex’s cereal straight out of the box even after being told off multiple times by Alex himself for doing so, fights over what you would be playing, FIFA (George’s choice) or the new Modern Warfare (your choice). 

Every moment with George felt like a treasured memory, but after he started dating his girlfriend he became cold, distant, once instant replies now took days to come through, and even then they were short and somewhat evasive. He no longer had time to meet up and spend time, even if you were at Alex’s and George’s apartment, he was either out or in his room with her doing god knows what. 

When George first introduced you and Alex to her, you felt yourself distancing mentally, something you had done since a young age to help deal with stress, a coping mechanism as such, it was weird, really, you could handle stress. Art GCSE coursework? Fine, understaffed at work? No problem, but when it comes to emotional stress that’s where you seriously struggle. 

She seemed… nice. You weren’t exactly sure what to make of her, she seemed to love Alex, was joking around with him freely but when it came to you, she seemed to have a problem. You weren’t sure if it was your brain just making up the evil glares and dirty side-looks but you knew you felt off about her, she clearly didn’t like you. You knew that would cause a problem, how could you and George continue to be friends if his girlfriend had a problem with you? 

And you were right, of course. It did put a massive strain on your friendship with George, which ended up in a massive fight. 

“We’ve been best friends for so fucking long, George! You’re seriously going to throw that away because of your new girlfriend who has a problem with me- for no apparent reason?!” You scream, finally catching him alone in his front room, his girlfriend nowhere to be seen and Alex had just popped to the shops.

“She is my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake, Y/N, grow up! I’m not a kid! I like this girl and I want to make this work, I’m not throwing anything away!” He shouts back, feeling just as frustrated. 

“You fucking are! You’re so distant now, we don’t get to spend time together, it’s all about her, I get that you want to be with her, it’s a new relationship and it’s exciting- I get that! But you’re pushing me away, isolating me and it’s not fair,” You tried to get him to understand, but he ended up letting out a cry of rage, scaring you.

You hated confrontation and yet here you were, fighting. You were fighting for the attention of someone you couldn’t have. He clearly liked this girl if he was going as far as cutting you out of his life, you were being spiteful and you knew it, you hated that you were jealous when you had no right to be, George wasn’t yours, he was hers, it’s not you that he’s fighting for, it’s her. You knew that, but you still couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes as you watch the man you love, stand in front of you, slowly back away, as if he was disgusted at what he saw.

“Maybe if you fucked off and spent time with people other than me and Alex you could get yourself a relationship and you’ll be able to put yourself in my shoes,” 

His words were like a slap to the face. If you thought him getting a girlfriend hurt, watching him turn into somebody you knew he wasn’t hurt twice as much. 

“Maybe if you spent time with anyone other than your girlfriend you’ll realise you’re not you anymore, you’re not the loving, caring George we all know, you’re a dick.” You whisper the last part before walking towards the front door of their flat, needed to get out of there as soon as possible. 

It felt suffocating, your breathing was out of sync and you couldn’t see as the tears stream down your face, why does it feel like you had broken up when George wasn’t even yours to begin with? You barely register walking past Alex who had heard everything and you didn’t hear him as he shouted after you, desperate cries for you to come back. 

Alex turned to George who had come to the hallway to watch you walk away from him, he shook his head at the younger. 

“Why don’t you just tell her the truth, mate? You’re both hurting yourselves for no reason.” Alex sighs, shutting the door, texting Gee asking for her to check up on you.

“I can’t… wait, what do you mean both of us?” George asks, whipping his head to face Alex.

“What do you think I mean, you idiot? How can you be so goddamn oblivious to her feelings for you? She fuckin loves you mate, has for a long time,”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t for me to say, but as good as she thinks her acting is, it was bloody obvious George, she loves the fuck out of you and you just fucked her off for some random ass girl whom you’ve never spoken about,” 

George shakes his head, visibly at war with himself before he grabs his keys and races off, shouting a goodbye and thank you to Alex who just shakes his head in response, hoping that you two stopped being so childish and just accept the truth. 

Half an hour later he finds himself outside your door. He gently knocks on the door, before knocking with a bit more force just in case you didn’t hear. You open the door and glare, still not over the hurtful things he had said, maybe it was true, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. 

“Hi,” George says, quietly. 

“Hey,” You reply, your words blunt and your tone flat.

“Uh, can I come in?”

You contemplate it but ultimately decided that if you were to argue, it would be best to do it inside than in the hallway where anybody could listen in. You step aside and open the door wide enough for him to walk in. He kicks off his shoes and puts them on the shoe rack, you didn’t like people wearing shoes in your house, especially on the light coloured carpet. 

“Why are you here, George?” you ask, returning to your spot on the sofa, buried under your blankets.

“I’m here to apologise, I let things get out of hand, I turned into somebody I know I’m not and it only resulted in me hurting you, that’s not what I wanted,”

“What did you want then? It doesn’t make sense, George,”

He sighs heavily. “I wanted to forget you,”

Ouch. Talk about adding insult to injury. 

“You’re not doing a very good job stood here then are you?” You snarl, wondering what was the point of him driving twenty minutes to your house just to say more hurtful things. 

“No- look, Y/N. I wanted to forget you, things were changing and I panicked and thought the only way I could get some stability was to push you away and get a girlfriend, a distraction,” 

“What the fuck, George? If you had a problem with me you should have just straight up told me to fuck off, not toy with me and drag someone else into this!” You yell.

“For fucks sakes! You don’t get it, do you? I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me! I’m in love with my best friend and that never normally works out well, does it?”

You stare at George as if he had magically grew a second head. Did he just say what you think he said? 

“You what?”

“Just forget about-”

He never got to finish his sentence, you leap from your position on the sofa and run to him, barely giving him time to catch you in the process, you place your lips to his own in a very unceremonious manner, the kiss was rough and abrupt but it was perfect for you both, it was your first kiss and the first step into new territory which is both scary and exhilarating. 

“I love you too, dummy,”

[deans-baby-momma]

Seeking Mercy-Chapter 2

Back at the Snack and Shack motel/diner, Sam and Mary sit at the tiny round table in room 14 reading police reports and witness accounts while Dean lounges on one of the beds, playing on his phone. 

“Did you think our friendly sheriff was being weird?”

“You caught that too huh?” Dean answers his brother, taking his eyes off his phone to look at the younger man. “She seemed….out of sorts. Like, she has always wanted to meet Mom? We just got Mom back ourselves, so how the hell has Donna ‘always’ wanted to meet her?”

“Maybe she meant, if I hadn’t been killed by Azazel,” Mary suggested, looking between her two sons. “You said you all had gotten pretty close since she was brought into the hunting life, maybe she just meant she’d always wondered what I’d be like.”

With a shrug Mary went back to reading the tome in front of her. Dean and Sam looked at one another, silently questioning if that could be a possibility.

“She acted like she was surprised to see us, though,” Sam brought up. “Like she hadn’t called us to help with this case. I don’t know, things just aren’t adding up.”

An hour passed before they decided it would be best to go and interview the witnesses and get their own recollection of events.

Putting the kids’ down for the night went a whole hell of a lot easier with two people working together than it had been for the past nights. It was a nice change to be able to get Kash to sleep while Adalyn’s dad was getting her bedded down.

I couldn’t wait to join my husband in the bed, even if it was just to cuddle and let him tell me about the case he had been away on. That’s how most of our nights went anyway; after getting the kids bathed and in bed, we would lay together and he would tell me about whatever case he was working on. 

It made me both miss work and glad I could be a stay-at-home mom now. Resigning from Sheriff had been a no-brainer with just one look as Ada’s perfect face. Putting myself in harm’s way was just nutty when I had her to come home to. 

He walks into the bedroom and I watch from my perch at the head of the bed as he goes about disrobing and walking into the ensuite in nothing but a tight pair of blue boxer briefs. I listen as the sink comes on and I can hear him brushing his teeth before the water turns off and he comes back into the room, wiping his mouth on a towel.

“Now that is a sight for sore eyes,” he says as he sees me sitting in bed. I’m wearing nothing special, just an old police academy tee-shirt that has been washed too many times and a pair of sleep shorts. But the way he looks at me makes me feel beautiful; scars and the extra weight from carrying his children be damned.

He quickly joins me in bed, climbing in on his side and immediately takes me into his arms. “Damn, D! I hate being away from you but I love coming home to you.”

“I missed you too, Dean.”

He quickly captures my lips in a kiss and in no time, he is buried deep in the familiar and well-known territory that is his. 

After a rigorous performance we both drift off to sleep, exhausted but satiated. 

“He was just different,” the wife of the third victim says, while dabbing at her eyes. “He wanted things that we never even discussed before.”

“What type of things?” Sam asks, gently as to coax the answers from the distressed girl. 

“Well,” Mrs. Halford, Kimberly, answers. “He didn’t want me anymore,-” her sentence ends in a sob as she grabbed another handful of tissues that Mary offered. “-He was more interested in our downstairs neighbor, Keith.”

“Where is your husband now?” Dean speaks up. This case is just weird and all the cases just result in loose ends.

Kimberly just shrugs and looks out the window. “If I had to guess, he is with Keith.”

“Ma’am, I hate to ask this but,” Dean says, then clears his throat. “Is your husband bisexual?”

“No, not at all. He has always been 100% a man’s man. Chasing after women; well until he caught me, anyway.”

As Sam, Dean and Mary head toward the Impala they discuss the case. 

“So victim #1. Jenny Ventreler. She disappears for a week, comes back only to pack up and leave for the big times according to her mom. Victim #2 George Casseni is missing for a week and comes back to show up for work at a place he has never held a job at before. And now, Kevin Carr is gone for a week and comes back gay? What the fuck is going on here?”

Neither of the three Winchesters have any explanation for any of it; they just look at each other dumbstruck. 

“Let’s get a bite to eat and then hit the books again, I guess.”

“Do you always have food on your mind?”

“Dude, I’m starving! It’s been hours since breakfast.”

“You’re always starving!”

“Shut up bitch!”

“Jerk!”

“Boys! Both of you shut up. Get your asses in the car,” Mary states. “Dean, we will get food to go.”

Back in the motel room, once again Sam and Mary are studying the lore and comparing the witnesses accounts while Dean finishes up his pie and is texting on his phone.

“Guys, look! Mavelin let Y/N pull her hair up into pigtails.” Dean turns the phone toward his family who awws at the picture on the screen; his little girl with two tiny hair bows holding up what little bit of hair she has. He texts his wife back as his brother and mother continue working the case. 

“Guys,” Sam speaks up as he picks up a book. “Did you know that djinn have a cousin?”

“Oh great. Those bastards!” Dean answers with an eyeroll,  but his interest is piqued.

“Yea, according to this, a ‘Fgovalen’ is a distant cousin of djinn. They have almost the same characteristics of djinn except they don’t bleed their victims dry. They put them in a dream-induced coma and feed off of them until they get recharged and then let the victim go.”  Sam quietly reads more of the  mythology of the creatures before he stops and slams the open book onto the table. “Look, they usually drink off the victims for a week. The same amount of time all the people here were missing! I think we are dealing with a ‘Fgovalen’.”

Dean joins his mom and brother at the table and they all delve into the legends of ‘Fgovalen’.

BACK AT THE BUNKER

Caring for a baby who is tired and sleepy but doesn’t want to go to sleep and whines is exhausting! Mavelin struggles around, crying and fussing while I try to rock her to sleep, humming all the songs I can think of; even the ones I know for certain usually puts her out like a light. But this morning, she is fighting it. 

When she finally succumbs, I hold her close and continue rocking her to make sure she is out. I have something important I need to do and I want to do it while I have time to prepare for what I know I am going to find out.

Once Mav is bedded down in her crib, I grab the monitor and head out of the room, shutting the door softly. I head to the bathroom, taking some deep and calming breaths knowing that in less than 15 minutes my life could change drastically.

Opening the cabinet door, I reach into the very back where I know I had hidden the extra pregnancy test from before. Wrapping my hand around the box, I pull it out and stare at it. 

How is this my life? I am married to the best man on Earth, we have the most gorgeous little girl and I am pregnant again with a baby that might belong to his brother! How the hell did I get here?

Tearing open the box, the test stick slides out into my palm. I approach the toilet and pull my pants down, sitting wide-legged over the opening. At first nothing will even come out, not even a trickle. Concentrating on nothing else, I will myself to pee.

Finally, a stream begins and I slip the test end of the stick in it. As soon as it’s done I re-cap the test, place it on the counter and sit the timer on my phone. In less than 5 minutes, I’m either fucked or not. 

‘A watched pot never boils.’ That old adage keeps running through my head as I watch the time on my phone count down. How the fuck has it only been two minutes when it feels like I’ve been in here a lifetime already.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” The loud alarm sounds and I quickly shut it off. It’s now or never. Am I going to find out I’m carrying another baby or is my womb still empty? And if I am, how can I know who the father is? Yes, both Adam and Dean are possibilities. I have slept with them both numerous times since Cas healed Dean. He could very well have impregnated me as much as Adam could have. How the hell would I ever find out? Is there a way to find out?

I flip the test over, and the answer slaps me right in the face. Two blue lines. I’m pregnant again! There is a human growing inside me and I am not 100% who the father is. Fuck my life!

A pregnancy usually means celebrations and joy. When most women find that they are pregnant, they are ecstatic and can’t wait to tell the father. And that’s how it was with Mavelin. When I found out I was pregnant, I cried. I was so happy and I knew Dean would be too. I had even planned out a way to announce it to him. But with this one, I wanted to hide it away and forget about it. But I also knew that wasn’t possible. I had to face this head-on. 

With Dean being away on a hunt, there was only one other person I could hopefully talk to about this. Adam. After sitting on the end of mine and Dean’s bed, gathering my thoughts, I head to the kitchen where I know Adam is.

“Adam,” I say to get his attention. “Can we talk?”

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Best Friend’s Brother

Fandom: Marvel (College AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Rebecca Barnes ever since you were twelve. No you’re 22 and now you feel that after for so long, you might not be able to hold back your crush on Rebecca’s brother, Bucky.

A/N: Inspired by Victoria Justice’s song Best Friend’s Brother

“Y/N! Finally!” Rebecca pulled you into a tight embrace as soon as she opened the door. Summer break was upon you and that meant spending it entirely with the Barnes Family, which you didn’t mind one bit. 

You and Rebecca Barnes have been best friends since you were twelve. Ever since then, you were the thickest thieves and George and Winifred Barnes considered you as another daughter to them. 

Over the years as you grew in your friendship with Becca, your feelings for a certain someone, her brother, Bucky, grew as well. 

You didn’t always have a crush on him. You always saw him as that overprotective older brother. It wasn’t until you got into high school, when he was a junior and you were a freshman, that you realized something. Your best friend’s brother was freaking cute!

But God, you would never be able to tell that to Becca. She’s probably disown you as her best friend! You’d be dropped like the meat jello that the cafeteria serves on Wednesdays!

Ever since you got into high school, you tried to act cool around him. Especially when Becca would leave you two alone for a moment. 

Like now. 

The three of you were gathered at the kitchen table, your respective textbooks and notes out doing homework. Becca excused herself for a moment to look in her room for some notes that she noticed she was missing.

That’s when Bucky looked up at you, “Hey.”

You looked up surprisingly, “H-Hey me?”

He chuckled, “Yeah. You see anyone else I could be sayin’ hey to?”

You ducked your head down shyly, “No. I guess not.”

Bucky softly laughed and then cleared his throat, “So, uh, how’s your first year of high school going?”

You shrugged, “It’s going. How ‘bout you? Soon enough you’re gonna be a senior. Gonna be varsity captain of the football team and everything.”

It was Bucky’s turn to duck his head shyly, “I don’t know about that, Y/N.”

“Bucky, c’mon! Last year you were a sophomore and made varsity! You’re co-captain this year which means you’re definitely gonna be captain next year! Everyone knows how amazing you are. I’ve seen you during your practices. You’re great!”

“You watch me during practice?”

You froze and began to fumble over your words, “I-I, well, kinda? I mean, I’m not just watching you. I’m watching the entire team too! Just to see how they’re playing and all that.”

“Oh. Yeah. That-That makes sense.”

“What does?” Becca asked as she stepped back into the kitchen.

You felt your cheeks heat up, feeling like you were caught doing something bad, “Just this problem! Your brother was helping me with it.”

You quickly glance towards Bucky and he nodded, “Yeah. Quadratic formulas are hard, am I right?” he quickly goes back to his own homework, mentally kicking himself for acting for freaking weird around you. While you yourself were doing the same thing and mentally cursing yourself for being so awkward with Bucky.

_______________________________

You and Becca were hanging out in her room, talking and catching up with life. You two had gone to different colleges. You attended NYU while her and Bucky went to Fordham University. Sure, technically, you were thirty minutes away from each other, but with your school and work schedules, you never had much time to see each other. That’s why summers with the Barnes’ was always such a blessing. 

You two were currently talking about the difficult classes you took, when your ears perked at the sound of yelling and hollering downstairs. 

Becca rolled her eyes, “Looks like Buck and Steve are back from playing football with the guys. I’ll go tell ‘em to tone it down.”

You shook your head, stopping her, “It’s alright! I got it. I gotta refill my drink anyway.” you hopped off her bed and headed towards her door.

“If they give you a hard time, you have my permission to punch both of ‘em!” Becca hollers and receives a thumbs up from you. 

You anxiously make your way downstairs, your empty cup in hand. In order to get to the kitchen, you have to pass the living room, which was wear Bucky and Steve were. 

Steve’s back was to you and Bucky was facing you. You glanced his way, catching his eyes for a second and you look away. You don’t see how his entire face lights up, “Y/N!” he rushes up and heads towards you, “H-Hi! You-You look different than the last time I saw you. In a good way, I mean!” 

You chuckled, “Thanks, Buck.”

“It’s good to see you.”

“So...whatcha doin’?”

“I was gonna get myself a drink. You want one?”

“I’ll just come with you!” you walk into the kitchen, him following closely behind. He watches as you pour yourself from orange juice and he chugs down 2/3 of a water bottle. 

You snickered, “Thirsty much?”

He smirked and wiped the droplets of water from his mouth, “You could say that.”

His comment rubbed you the wrong way...or the right way because you felt your face heating up. You cleared your throat, “So...how’s the dating life?”

“Um...I don’t know. Haven’t really bothered dating anyone.”

“Oh? Yeah, um, school and work take up all my time. What about you? Any lucky guy or gal sweep you off your feet?”

“Not really. Well, there’s this guy that I’ve been liking for a long time now...but I doubt he’d ever give me a chance.”

Bucky placed a hand on your shoulder, “Sweetheart, he don’t deserve you if he doesn’t give you a chance.”

Meanwhile, while you and Bucky chat in the kitchen, Becca and Steve watch from around the corner, whispering to each other. 

“i swear for the love of all things holy and unholy, if they don’t get on with it-”

“Maybe they just need a little nudge?”

Becca turned to her brother’s best friend, “What’re you thinkin’, Rogers?”

____________________________

Wednesday night and the Barnes’ household was bumping. People had red ups and beer bottles in hand, people lounged about talking and laughing, and drinking. It was an awesome way to start off summer break. 

You nursed a cup of your own alcoholic beverage of choice, listening intently as one of Bucky’s friends and a former classmate of yours, Sam Wilson, told you a story about a prank he pulled on his bio professor.

“-Coulson was so confused! For months he was searching for that skeleton head and it was seriously above his head the entire time!”

You threw your head back as you laughed, “That’s too good, Sam.”

Becca came to towards you and Sam, waving around a bottle of tequila, “Who wants to play a gaaaaame?”

You both groaned, “What game. Bec?”

“Truth or dare,” she said proudly.

Bucky scoffed from the other side of the living room, “I didn’t know we were at a teenager party, Becca!”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh come on! Now that we’re all of drinking age, this game can be a lot more fun! Take a shot of tequila if you can’t tell the truth or do the dare! Simple as that! Now, who wants to play?” she looked at you epectantly

You sighed and slid off the couch and onto the floor, “Fiiiine.”

“Yay! Anyone else?”

“Why not?” Sam said and other people proceeded to follow suit. You looked up at Bucky, cocking a brow at him, silently asking if he was going to play. He took a swig from his beer bottle and playfully rolled his eyes as he walked over and sat beside you. 

He leaned in whispering, “No good is gonna come from this.”

You shrugged, “Just enjoy a little bit of mischief, Buckaroo!”

Five rounds later, everyone is completely smashed. Everyone was relentless on their questions and dares. The only one who seemed totally fine was Steve.

“That’s because Steve is a fucking saint!” Bucky cried out, tossing an empty red cup at him, making everyone laugh. 

Steve smirked, “Alright, Buck, your turn.”

“Aw fuck. I’m not looking for a painful hangover so I guess I’m doin’ this one,” he grunted, sitting up and awaiting his truth or dare. 

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare. Gimme your best shot, Stevie.”

“I dare you to kiss the most beautiful girl in this circle right now.”

Everyone waited with bated breath as Bucky’s eyes looked around the circle of people. He had to make one of two choice: kiss any girl besides you in the circle, or kiss you like he’s been wanting to since high school.

It’s when you spoke up that Bucky made his decision, “Buck, you could just take the shot and-” your words were silenced as Bucky’s hands cupped your face and he pressed his lips against yours. People in the circle and the room hollered, while others glared, wishing that they were in your place. 

Bucky pulled away, panting. Looking into your eyes, he breathed out, “Y/N, truth or dare.”

“Truth,” you breathed out, staring intensely into Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes.

“What are your feelings for me?”

You gulped. Should you tell him? Or should you lie? But could you really lie after that wonderful kiss?

“I...I love you, Bucky.”

“FINALLY!” you both jumped from the outburst. Steve and Becca stood up, giving each other a celebratory hug and high five. 

“I’m so lost,” you mumbled.

Bucky nodded, “Me too.”

“We planned this!” Becca exclaimed, “Steve and I planned this so you two could confess your feelings for each other! I mean, I kinda wish we did this way back in high school ‘cause it would’ve saved us a lot of time and less pining and whining from your oblivious asses.”

“But,” Steve stepped in, “Nonetheless, we’re very happy that now both of your feelings are out in the open and you guys can finally be together like you always wanted.”

“We did good, Stevie!” Becca high fived Steve again and fist pumped into the air, “Now...GAME IS OVER! IT’S 2AM SO GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!”

People began to scramble to their feet and heading towards the door as Becca ad Steve shooed them all out, yelling at people to find their drivers or call an uber or whatever. Meanwhile, you and Bucky continued to sit next to each other, fingers now intertwined, and looking into each other’s eyes. A fondness and softness in each other’s.

“So...you wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

“If my hangover from this game doesn’t last until then, then sure.”

Bucky chuckled, “Well...these were the consequences of enjoying a little mischief, sweetheart.”

You shrugged, “I don’t regret it though.”

“Neither do I.”

You both leaned in for another kiss, but was rudely interrupted by two pillows hitting both of you, “Clean now, kiss later, lovebirds!” Becca yelled as Steve handed you garbage bags. 

You chuckled, “To be continued?”

“My room?”

“I’ll see you there, Barnes,” you gave him a wink and then proceeded to pick up every empty cup and bottle you saw. 

Looks like you hadn’t much to worry about. You were now dating your best friend’s brother. 

[verus-veritas]

Interactive: The Great Shift (2)

The cop's gun dropped from his hand as he looked around in shock.

"Oh no!" He cried. "Where am I now?"

I looked down at myself and let out a great sigh of relief. I was still in the body that once I could have only dreamed of having.

"Who are you?" the new cop asked.

"I'm Tony Coletta." I said with a smile. "But you don't need to worry about that. Who are you?"

The cop looked down at his badge and said. "Well I guess I'm Officer Reynolds now."

I smiled again. It looked like I had found an ally who would come in handy if or when Tony came looking for his body. A cop would be hard to argue with.

"If you need somewhere to stay I've got plenty of room at my place." I said.

The cop instantly climbed into the passenger seat and I started the engine. As I drove I watched the new Officer Reynolds check himself out in the wing mirror.

"Very nice..." he murmured. "I can live with this."

Officer Reynolds was a big man, but in all the right places. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms and a face that said, 'Don't mess with me'.

I watched him pull a wallet from his pocket and flick through his I.D.

"Kieron Reynolds", he said over and over again before putting it away. He turned to look at me.

"So you're really you then" he asked a little suspiciously..

"Yes," I lied with determination in my voice. "Why?"

"You're a lucky guy", Kieron continued. "It’s happened twice and you've escaped it both times?."

"Weird shit like this doesn't happen to me", I said with a smirk. "I thought everyone was playing some kind of stupid prank on me at first."

"Nope," Kieron said holding up his hands and studied them. "It happened alright."

As we pulled up outside the house Kieron let out a slow whistle.

"Nice!" he said. "You've done alright for yourself here."

"It's my house." I snarled at his remark.

"Yes, yes of course", Kieron said as he followed me inside. I began to wonder whether bringing 'Kieron' home with me had been the right thing to do. Was he going to mess up my plans of taking over Tony's life for good? I stopped to look at my new face in the hallway mirror. No-one was going to take it away from me now, not even Tony himself!

"So who were you originally?" I asked Kieron as I handed him some chicken from the fridge.

He let out a laugh and almost choked on the food.

"An ex-con down on my luck. Shitty apartment, slut of a girlfriend," he said. "Now look at me! I'm the fucking long arm of the law. Thank you very much Officer Reynolds!"

"What about the real Officer Reynolds?" I asked.

"Fuck him," he said. "Hopefully he’s permanently out of the picture. If not I'll arrest him for impersonating a police officer." He laughed long and hard at his own joke.

"Anyway Tony," he said and I realized I liked being called that. "I need to take a shower now. Get to know the new me properly, if you catch my drift." he winked at me before I guided him upstairs.

I found him a guest room with en-suite and left him to it. As I closed the door he was already half undressed and grinning like a cheshire cat. I dreaded to think what he was going to get up to in the shower.

I went to Tony's, I mean my room and closed the door. Picking up a photo album on the desk, I flicked through it while studying every picture of Tony so as to learn as much as I could about him. I let Tony's face smile smugly as I acknowledged that these were now pictures of me, the hottest jock in town! My eyes wandered to a porn magazine I had seen earlier and I soon felt a stiffening in my jeans. Removing my shirt and revealing my muscular body, I picked up the magazine and was about to take off my jeans when the doorbell suddenly rang again. I cautiously made my way downstairs while repressing my raging erection and opened the door to see Phoebe, our school’s head cheerleader.

"Tony? Is that you?" Phoebe asked.

"Who else do you think it is?" I said in character. "Ain’t no one getting their hands on my body."

"Thank god," she said. "Can I come in?"

I watched her walk into the house. She was hot. Dark-skinned and petite in a Camila Cabello sort of way. Tony's hormone were rushing through my body. I knew what I wanted.

"Is that really you then Phoebe?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with a smile. "What happened to everyone?"

"I don't know," I said wrapping my big arms around her and smelling her hair. "But at least we're still ourselves."

"Yeah..." she said holding me tight. I felt myself start to stiffen but she only pushed tighter and it was pressed hard against her.

"Let’s go upstairs." she whispered and led the way. She obviously knew where Tony's bedroom was.

I lost my virginity as Tony Coletta. I couldn't have wished it to be any better. Me in control of his great body and with the Head Cheerleader as well. I lay back feeling the blood pumping through my veins. I felt more alive than I had ever been.

"Tony," Phoebe said. "You were amazing."

"Well I am Tony Coletta," I said with a smirk. "What did you expect?"

She let out a little giggle.

I lay on the bed and watched her go the bathroom to shower. I looked down at my penis and flopped it about in my hand. I smiled knowing that I was going to have so much more fun with it. That is if the real Tony didn't turn up... But even if he did, there’s no way I would let him take all this back. I was Tony Coletta now!

I went downstairs to find Kieron watching the television dressed only in his boxers. He was studying a tattoo on one of his big arms.

"Had a little action then," he said. "Could hear you both down here."

"Yeah, so what if I did?" I answered him with a snark.

"Nothing wrong with that," he said shaking his head. "Good-looking guy like you must get a lot of girls after you. Mind you I think the same is gonna apply to me now." He let a sneer cross his new face which seemed out of place. Suddenly Phoebe walked into the room.

"Oh I didn't know you had company." she said shyly.

 "Hi, I'm Kieron, a friend of the family." Kieron stood up to greet her, shaking her hand.

"Shhhh!" I said as a news report flashed up on the tv screen.

"Scientists have finally discovered a way to return those affected by the recent events to their own bodies. By capturing energy from the recent aftershocks Professor Ian George of the Torchwood Institute has created a device that will attach itself to the residual energy in a person’s body and transfer it to another. It will be a lengthy process but it looks as though things will soon be back to normal," the reporter said from inside the body of a stunning blonde. "And I for one will be looking forward to getting back to my daily weight lifting sessions. This is Bill Masters for CBS news."

There was a moment silence.

"Well that’s good then isn’t it?" Phoebe asked.

"Oh yes, great news." I said.

"Yes, couldn't agree more", Kieron said.

Then there was another moment of silence. Suddenly, my mobile started to ring. I picked it up hesitantly. Someone was trying to contact Tony and I had a pretty sure idea of who it was...

"Have you heard the news?" a strange voice said, but I knew it was none other than the real Tony.

"Sure. Good news alright." I said while trying to hide my dissatisfaction.

"Oh yes, the best news I've heard today! So, are you ready to go?" Tony said obviously unable to hide his excitement.

"Where to?" I played dumb.

"The Torchwood Institute, of course. I think I’m in the body of a wanted criminal, so I want to get out of it as soon as possible." Tony said hastily.

"Uh... okay. Just come here first so we can pick up some stuff, and we’ll go there together." I answered him. He simply agreed and then hung up. Sitting back on the sofa I started to think. If everyone already believed I was the real Tony, there was no need for me to give this body away! I just had to get rid of the real Tony and then I could stay as Tony Coletta forever! And that’s when I knew exactly what had to be done.

"What a weird guy!" I exclaimed loudly to attract Phoebe and Kieron's attention.

"Is everything all right?" they asked in unison.

I then told them about a bad guy who claimed to be me, and demanded I give my body to him. I also lied and said that he threatened to kill me after he got my body.

"What a horrible thing to do! To pretend to be someone else just so he could steal someone’s identity, who could do something like that?" Phoebe shook her head in disbelief.

"Don't worry about that, my friend. Since I’m a police officer now, it’s my responsibility to protect innocent people like you." Kieron reassured me. I simply nodded at him before we all gave each other a knowing look.

When the real Tony entered the mansion, Phoebe, Kieron and I was hiding behind the door. Before he could react we jumped on him and knocked him out.

"I recognize this guy. He was the most dangerous serial murderer in the city," Kieron said. “Thank god he never got the chance to switch with anyone.”

Taking the unconscious Tony to the police station, now in the body of the most wanted criminal, the police were incredibly satisfied with our work and gave us a great reward. As for the real Tony, he tried to explain the situation he was in but nobody believed him. After all, it was three people’s words against one. He was eventually sentenced to death and the execution was held on the same day. Removing one more dirt from the planet.

---

Eventually everything went back to normal, everyone was supposedly sent back into their original bodies, but with a few people missing. One of them was the outcast Evan who’s mind was never found. His parents were miserable, but they got over it soon when the government compensated them for the loss. The students also noticed a few changes in the school jock, Tony Coletta. It seemed as if he had become friendlier, more intelligent and mature. He was also often seen hanging out with the police officer Kieron or went out on long steamy dates with Phoebe. But it’s not like it mattered. Tony was the perfect guy before, and after The Great Shift he still was. It seems as if some people are lucky enough to be completely unaffected by The Great Shift, and Tony Coletta was definitely one of them.

The End

Source: “The Great Shift” Interactive Story on Writing.com

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What I’ve Been Watching

Hello everyone! If you read my comeback post, you know that I promised a round-up of  the movies I’ve seen so far in 2020. This post has taken WAYYYY too long for me to get around to writing, but now I’m self-isolating and have plenty of time on my hands, so hopefully I should be writing more! So let’s get into it. Before I talk about films from this year, I’ve got to sneak in my thoughts about my absolute FAVORITE film of 2019…

Knives Out – 5/5

I cannot tell you how much I love this movie. I’ve seen it three times in the theater since it came out! I knew that I wanted to see it the moment that I saw the trailer, and I had heard good things about it, but I was worried that it wouldn’t live up to the hype. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. Everything about this movie is just so. Damn. Good. The characters, the storytelling, the aesthetic setting and costume design… perfection, perfection, perfection. The cast, of course, is incredible. This movie is just so much FUN, and I’m obsessed. If you haven’t seen it already, GO SEE KNIVES OUT GODDAMMIT!!!

Now for 2020…

Richard Jewell – 4/5

I went back and forth on whether to give this a 3.5 or a 4, because its been a minute since I watched it, and honestly, I had kind of forgotten about it. Upon reflection, I’ve decided that is because of how many really good films I’ve seen so far this year, not because Richard Jewell is a forgettable movie. I really enjoyed it at the time… it has just gotten overshadowed by things I’ve watched since. The performances are great; Paul Walter Hauser was not someone I was super familiar with before this film, but he seriously impressed me as the titular character. It is just a very solid film about an important story that I really should have known more about since it happened in my home state.🤷‍♀️

Just Mercy – 4/5

Oh boy, bring some tissues for this one. What can I say, this is just a really good movie: its a well-told story of a real-life issue, its hard-hitting and tear-jerking af, the performances are great (Michael B Jordan, man🙌🏻), its just super solid all around. If you don’t cry your eyes out watching this, then sorry, you have no heart.

1917 – 4.5/5

Whoa. Okay, this is an absolute must-see. Holy shit, this movie is something else. As you have probably heard, this movie is shot and edited in a way that makes it look like it was one long take. Not only is this seriously impressive, but it is also effective as hell. There is never a break from the intensity of the film, and you will be on the edge of your seat every second (I’ve seen it twice, and I was completely on edge the entire time even during the second watch.) That’s not the only thing that makes ‘1917’ super impactful, though. The actors are fantastic… I was really impressed by George MacKay. This movie really doesn’t hold back; it is an honest, horrific, emotional depiction of war, and wow, it really isn’t like any war movie I’ve ever seen before.

Like A Boss – 3/5

Okay, time for a drastic change of tone from the last few movies! Not gonna lie, I went into this movie with basically no expectations, as I had heard nothing good about it. But you know, I liked it better than I thought I would. It was funnier than I expected, though not all the jokes hit, and it was overall incredibly silly. But it’s also a fairly sweet story about female friendship. I went to see it with one of my own female friends, we had the theater to ourselves, we laughed at all the stupid parts and we had a good time. So yeah, I didn’t hate it.😅

Dolittle – 3/5

This movie was… weird. Not necessarily a bad weird, but like, really, really bizarre. It’s hard to explain exactly why without giving plot points as examples, but I’ll tell you that there were numerous times throughout the movie where I turned to my sister and said “what the fuck??” I think that there were some drugs involved in the making of this film. On the plus side, I kinda enjoyed it. There were some parts that were genuinely funny, and overall it was something fun to watch with my younger siblings. My 12-year-old brother loved it, and that’s the real test, isn’t it?

The Gentlemen – 4.5/5

Ok, this movie was fucking GOOD. Not gonna lie, when I first saw the poster and trailer for this film, my first thoughts were, god, do we really need another cool-guy crime comedy with an almost entirely white male cast? The answer is no, no we don’t. But damn, if this isn’t a great movie anyway. It surpassed my expectations in every way… I loved it. The humor is not going to be for everyone; it is very British and often extremely crude, but I fucking cried laughing, it was hilarious. The laughs alone were enough for me to like this movie, but there is more to it than that. The plot is engaging, and although I’ve heard some people complain it was slow or too hard to follow, I liked it and enjoyed the story-telling elements. I also found myself caring way more about the characters than I thought I would. Oh, and there are some gorgeous cinematic elements to it as well. Overall, great movie. I guess I need to go and educate myself on some other Guy Ritchie films.

Birds of Prey – 4/5

So, I’ve given this a 4, but this is another one that I debated giving a 3.5. I had wanted to see it again before I reviewed, but the coronavirus screwed that plan up. I decided to round up, however, because my overall feeling about this movie is that I enjoyed it. It isn’t perfect… There were some odd plot decisions, and some so-so action, but you know, I liked it. It’s just FUN. The characters are all bad-ass, the music is on point, it’s funny, it’s colorful, it’s just really enjoyable. The cast are all great, and I thought Ewan McGregor made a great villain. Also, in amongst the mediocre action there were some really great scenes (small spoiler: I’m obsessed with Harley breaking people’s legs.) Like I said, I feel like I need to watch it again to really decide how I feel about it, but overall it’s a thumbs up from me.

The Photograph – 3/5

Huh, this movie was an odd one. I really wanted to like it, and I mean, I didn’t dislike it, but I just wasn’t feeling it, you know? I confess, romance is not really my genre (I like a good rom com, but just straight up romance? Meh), but I just found myself completely uninterested in the main couple. If you haven’t seen this movie, the plot is split between the relationship between Michael and Mae (LaKeith Stanfield and Issa Rae), and flashbacks to the 80s that focus on the relationship between Mae’s mother, Christina (Chante Adams,) and a man named Isaac (Y’lan Noel.) When it came to Michael and Mae, I just did not care at all whether or not they ended up together. I didn’t give a shit about their relationship throughout the entire movie. I liked their characters individually, but together I just wasn’t feeling the chemistry. Now, with the other couple, Sara and Isaac, I actually cared a lot more. I looked forward to the parts that would focus on them, and was annoyed when the film would jump forward to the present day again. I dunno, I mean, I didn’t hate it. It was funny in places and moving (to an extent) in others. The storyline outside of the romance was alright. I just didn’t love it.

Parasite – 4.5/5

Ok, usually I only do reviews for films I see in the theater, but I had to make an exception for this… I had some friends came over and we watched it from my couch, but only because nowhere nearby was showing it. If you haven’t heard of Parasite, you’ve probably been living under a rock. After it scooped up 4 Oscars, everyone was talking about it, and rightly so. Honestly I’m not gonna give it a proper review, because you just. Need. To. Watch. It. Basically, the first half is genuinely really funny, and then it slowly gets darker and darker, and holy fuck, I did NOT see that ending coming. The story, the acting, the symbolism, the cinematography, the setting… All fucking amazing. Watch Parasite, people. Just do it.

[freddiesaysalright]

My Man Part VII

A Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader is a Broadway actress currently starring in a West End production of Funny Girl. She’s a widow, thanks to the Vietnam War, but it’s a well-kept secret. She also wants everyone to think she doesn’t care for rock music. She met Roger Taylor when he brought his date backstage. They didn’t start off great, but a party at Freddie’s turned them around. Now, they’re friends. After she was attacked by a director, Roger is there for her. Then she gets a surprise visitor with some wise words for her. Her brother and her director drop some bombs on her. 

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A/N: Sorry this update took so long! Ya girl moved into an apartment and I had no internet! But I do now and I’m thrilled!

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI

Part VII here we go!!!

Your eyes fluttered open and for a moment, you wondered why you were on your couch. As drowsiness left you, you recalled you fell asleep with Roger. You felt so safe and warm in his arms. He slept soundly beside you. You gazed at him and then you carefully brushed his hair out of his face. He didn’t stir. You could have stayed this way forever, in Roger’s embrace with the soft morning light falling across you both. You hummed contentedly and snuggled closer to him. He reacted accordingly and unconsciously shifted to bring more contact between you. Just when you were going to close your eyes and try to sleep some more, your phone rang.

Roger lifted his head groggily, irritation turning his mouth down. He grumbled something along the lines of “fuck that” under his breath and then held you tighter. You giggled and shoved him off of you. He groaned in protest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come right back,” you said as you walked over to pick up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Y/N!” came Jack’s chipper voice on the other end. “I’m surprised you’re up.”

“I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t called,” you replied, annoyed. “What’s up?”

“Are you and Roger free for dinner tonight?” he asked. “I’d love to get to know him more. Plus, I’ve got some news I didn’t get to tell you yesterday.”

“Just a sec,” you told him. You called to Roger. “Rog, Jack wants to know if you want to get dinner tonight.”

“He’s calling this fucking early to find out about fucking dinner?” Roger returned.

You turned your attention back to Jack. “He says yes.”

“Great, I’ll come to your place at eight,” Jack said, “Love you!”

You didn’t get to answer before he hung up. You did the same and then headed back to the couch, taking a seat.

“That was weird,” you said.

“I’ll say,” Roger agreed. “It’s the middle of the night, why is he worried about dinner?”

“It’s eight in the morning,” you replied.

“Yeah, it’s the bloody middle of the night!”

You laughed. “We probably should get up.”

“Why?” he replied. “Have you got a date?”

“Does laying on the couch with the drummer of Queen count?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a grin, and opened his arms to you.

You fell into him and settled down.

“Thank you, by the way,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“For what?” you asked.

“For waking me up last night,” he said. “And everything after.”

“Roger, you’ve been there for me through so much,” you reminded him. “It’s just what you do when you care about someone.”

He smiled a little. “Still. I appreciate it.”

“If you never need anything, I’m here for you,” you promised.

You drifted back to sleep for another hour or so. When you woke again, Roger had to go so you decided to practice your Funny Girl songs again. You wanted to be back on stage by the end of the week. You grabbed your sheet music and started your mini-rehearsal. Your voice needed the exercise.

The first song you tried was “Who Are You Now?” The words were getting to you as you reflected once again about Roger. Was he better for earning your love? Were you better for earning his? You resonated with Fanny so much more now that you had someone on whom your affections were placed, whether he knew it or not.

You felt stronger after singing. It always helped you put your emotions out into the world. It was therapeutic. It got you through your loss of George. Now it would get you through the attack by Mark and your feelings for Roger.

That night, after Roger returned and you got dressed, Jack arrived right on time. He had already picked a restaurant for dinner, which you and Roger were relieved to hear, and it was within walking distance from your flat. As you headed down the sidewalk, Roger took your hand. You intertwined your fingers with his and flashed him a sweet smile.

Jack had reserved a table already, so the three of you were seated right away. You told them you were going to the bathroom first and the hostess showed you to it. When you were gone, Roger turned to Jack.

“Jack, can I ask you something?” he asked.

“If you’re wondering if I’m single, the answer is technically no, but for you, I might be,” he joked.

Roger laughed. “I’m flattered. But it’s actually about Y/N.”

“Yeah, what do you need to know?”

Roger hesitated, wondering if he should even ask. It was a heavy question, but he felt weird asking you.

“How did she end up with George?”

“Oh, God,” Jack began. “They met in school when they were like sixteen or so. Y/N was already not on great terms with my parents because she wanted to be an actress. And then she met George and it all plummeted from there.”

“I don’t understand,” Roger said. “Why would your parents not want her to be an actress?”

“Did she not tell you?” Jack wondered. “Y/N and I were born to one of the oldest and richest families in the United States. She was supposed to marry whatever man they selected and be his little wife. She chose George - a poor kid from the wrong side of town - ran away, and married him as soon as she turned eighteen. Then she started her Broadway career and they disowned her. Took her out of the will and everything. She didn’t give a shit, though. She never wanted their money anyway.”

Roger sat back in his seat, shock coming over him.

“I guess that’s why it took her so long to move on,” he said.

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “Until I got back in touch with her, George was the only family she had in the world.”

Before Roger could say anymore, you returned from the restroom and took a seat.

“Sorry,” you said as you placed your napkin in your lap. “There was a line. What were you two walking about?”

“Nothing, really,” Jack said, since Roger was still recovering.

You looked at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“So,” you began, turning to Jack. “What’s this big news?”

Jack took a sip of wine before speaking. “Don’t freak out, but, I’m getting married.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Wh...to who?”

“A very nice woman Mother and Father picked out for me,” he said. “Her name is Diane and we got the okay from her father this morning.”

“Jack...I don’t even know what to say,” you said. “Are you happy about this?”

“Of course!” he replied. “We’re gonna be so rich!”

He held up his glass to Roger, who met it.

“But, what about you? You’re not in love with her!” you cried.

“Honey, you know my kind of love will never end in marriage,” he said, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

“So you’re just going to live this lie?” you wondered. “What about Diane? Can you really give her a life?”

“Look, I’ll do my duties as her husband,” he said. “If she wants kids, fine, we’ll have some kids. I’m just gonna do what I want on the side as well.”

“You mean you’re going to be unfaithful?”

“Ugh, Y/N, you’re looking at this all wrong,” Jack groaned. “I’m going to have the best of both worlds.”

“But it’s not fair to this poor woman,” you insisted. “Jack, why can’t you just be honest?”

“Because not everyone can be as brave as you are, Y/N,” he said. “I want my share of my inheritance and if I have to play by a few rules, then so be it.”

He and Roger shared a knowing glance, but you didn’t notice. You couldn’t believe your brother was capable of something so selfish. It was all brutally unfair.

“Don’t you want to be happy?” you asked him. “Truly happy?”

“Having so much money that I can do whatever I want will be close enough,” he said. “People like me don’t get happily ever after. But I didn’t tell you this for you to judge me.”

“What do you want then?” you asked.

“I wanted to prepare you because I don’t want you to come to the wedding,” he explained. “I’m not exactly proud of this. And I don’t want you to witness it.”

“Mom and Dad told you I couldn’t come, didn’t they?”

“They did,” he admitted. “But it’s the other stuff too, I swear.”

You sighed. Then you looked at Roger. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to drag you into our family drama.”

“No worries,” he said with a shrug. “I admire your moral fiber. But for now, why don’t we just say cheers? Your brother’s getting married, and we should be happy.”

“Thank you!” Jack cried.

You held up your glass. “Cheers, Jack.”

When you got home that night, Roger helped you out of your jacket when you came in the front door. Immediately, you turned to face him.

“Was I wrong?” you wondered.

“No,” Roger said. “But neither was Jack. Not everyone can do what you did.”

“What I did?” you asked.

“I asked Jack about how you ended up with George,” he explained. “He told me about your family and that they cut ties with you over him.”

You looked down. You didn’t know why you felt embarrassed about it. It was something you were proud of. You got away from a situation that would never make you happy and reached out for happiness with both hands. You had it too. Until the Vietnam War snatched it away from you.

“I think it’s amazing,” Roger said. He took your chin in his hand and made you look at him. “You’re amazing.”

“I did what was right,” you replied. “I only want to be happy. I want that for my brother, too.”

“He will be,” he assured you.

“I hope so.”

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Happy?”

You held his gaze. “I could be happier.”

“How can I help?” he asked.

“Kiss me,” you said in barely a whisper.

He did. The feeling of Roger’s lips on yours put everything else out of your mind. Jack’s marriage, your anxiety since the assault, your grief for George, everything. The only thing that existed was the taste of wine and cigarettes lingering on Roger’s mouth. He was soft at first, but after a small moan from you, he deepened it. Your fingers found their way into his hair. You broke apart for air, both breathing heavily. He leaned in so your foreheads touched.

“God, Y/N,” he sighed. “I want you.”

You put a hand on his chest and stepped back. He opened his eyes to look at you.

“I want you too,” you said. “But I can’t right now. I’m still -”

“Don’t say dirty,” he cut across you.

That was a word you had consistently used when talking to Roger about your feelings after you were attacked. He insisted you weren’t, that the only people at fault were Stephen and Mark. They were the dirty ones. But you couldn’t help but feel it. You were so violated. And you could still see the bruises in the mirror. It had only been a few days, so they were green and ugly. You didn’t want Roger to see.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your eyes brimming with fresh tears.

“Don’t cry, my love,” he said gently, pulling you close to him. “Kiss me again.”

You smiled as you obliged. You felt heat surge through your blood as your mouth moved along with his. It felt right. You fit perfectly together. When you parted again, you looked up at him.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight,” you said.

He smiled. “That’s generous. Are you sure?”

You nodded. “But just cuddling. You can wait and hope for better things if you want.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll hold you.”

Smiling, you led him to your room. You spent the second night in a row in Roger’s arms.

The next day, you carefully inspected your face. You called Gary and told him you were ready to come back. Then you called Jack and told him to come see the show. Roger assured you he was proud and would support you through the process of getting back on stage.

It felt great to get back in your dressing room. You got yourself ready to be Fanny Brice once again. It felt like coming home. Only now, it wasn’t empty. Because in the back of your heart, you had Roger as well. Everything was coming together at last. You weren’t sure if you’d been this happy since the day you married George.

Gary called the cast together after everyone was dressed. As you all gathered on stage, you took in his expression and your brow furrowed. He looked distressed.

“Hey, everyone,” he said, a glum tone coming over him. “I’ve got some bad news. Our show is closing in two months. They’re replacing us with Mark Hudson’s Oklahoma.”

[baileys-quarantine-journal]

Day 1: “it’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out”🍓

Day 1:

bonjour mes amis. today i start this ‘corona journal’ as a daily log and outlet as I cope with this quarantine. as an ESFJ, someone with a dire need for human connection and physical touch, and as someone with diagnosed major depression and generalized anxiety, just the couple of weeks since school has shut down with the rest of life as I’ve always known it have been increasingly scary and difficult for me. so here is my shit. i hope that if you are reading this you may be able to find some form of comfort or solace in this, and know that you are not alone. i’m tired of rules so i’m gonna make this the E.E. Cummings of blogs and give 0 fucks, cuz that is about all I have left in me...

today was a hard day, thus inspiring this creation. i had to open today, working at the grocery store as a cashier from 7-2 pm. yesterday i got an awful migraine at work which threw me into a series of catastrophic thoughts self-diagnosing me with covid. which has happened far more than once. unfortunately my anxiety has led me down the path of what i would call ‘phantom symptoms’. things like shortness of breath are something that comes from my anxiety (and actually sent me to the ER once before I figured out it was just a panic attack). and conveniently that is also a symptom of covid. so i am sure you could imagine the vicious cycle that this creates. my dad told me about my stepmom’s best friend who went to a ski resort and then found out someone had it there. she then reported a sore throat. but my dad said that if that happened to him he would probably feel a sore throat to and i find some calming value in that thought (he also suffers from anxiety). to quote one of my heroes george harrison, “it’s all in the mind” and although georgie was probs talking about LSD or some mantra repeated while plucking away at his sitar, i find meaning in that. it is important to remember that a lot of what we are feeling may have more internal cause than external. anyways, I got home yesterday and k.o.ed at 6 and woke up at 10 ish. by then i said fuck it and went back to bed an hour later cuz i knew i would have to be right back at work in the morning. today i woke up 20 minutes before work. i’ve been taking my mom’s 2008 odyssey to work most days during this weird fever dream which has been very helpful. i got my license about a month ago. i am very glad i did it before all of this craziness truly began because at least now i have a way to get out when i need it. a little escape into the car radio is very very necessary sometimes. this past week my main coping strategies have been listening to fleetwood mac and playing mario galaxy 2 however these can only go so far lol. strongly recommend both though ;) screaming “damn your love damn your lies” in the car like you’ve really been wronged is surprisingly VERY cathartic. today work went by mostly fast and painless, thankfully. after i got home i found myself caught back in a snapchat and twitter loop in my unmade bed in my messy room (which i hate to keep messy). i really believe in the idea of clean space clean mind. because my room is usually a solid reflection of my mental health, and my room definitely affects my mood in turn. 

after a certain point, a conversation with a close friend where i crossed a boundary and started momming them awakened me to how tense i was. i decided to go for a walk. the first thing i saw was a little playground with caution tape around it. there is something eerie about that but it looked so silly considering it is a tiny toddler sized playground. i walked the path around my neighborhood and this is when thoughts began to pour. you never ever think you will live through something as crazy as this until it happens. i thought about people who wrote through insane times, like Anne Frank for example. not to say i am experiencing a plight anywhere near hers, but, i just thought about the fact that one day some historian might read this blog post and archive it in some fancy futuristic file and use it as an example of how the youth of america experienced the covid-19 virus in the year 2020. i honestly have felt such insane denial throughout all this. this can’t be real right? missing a month or more of school? grocery stores looking like a best buy on black friday?? these are things i could have never imagined. and yet i feel nothing. maybe it is just my nature that it is hard to surprise me after all i have seen. or perhaps it is just the nature of my generation. the psychologists and sociologists in me would love to have these answers. i walked across the street to a park area i have roamed since childhood. i sat on my favorite rock bench. this is what i refer to as my happy place but today it did not look or feel so happy. the sky was gray and dreary and the only life surrounding me were some sweet little ducks. oh to be a blissfully unaware duck during such trying times. memories surrounded me on this walk. i remembered how months prior there was a pride fest in this very place, and a carnival, and how i danced in front of a stage to cover bands of earth, wind, and fire and the beatles. and i also remembered walking on these paths in 1st and 2nd grade feeding wonder-bread to ducks (i'm so sorry babies), and rolling down the hill, and that one time my dad pushed me over the little bridge on the stroller so fast that a fun time ended with me slinging out and scraping my little knees. memories of what i call the secret garden where i went to see the flowers every spring, and took pictures at quinces at, and snuck to during theatre rehearsals in middle school. but there was barely a soul there today. no flowers and no light. i cried. i closed my eyes and breathed in the wind that was rustling the trees. at sundown i walked home and showered and decided i might as well poor all of this out before i lose it. i love making playlists so maybe i will start a quarantine one to share or do some daily song suggestions.

today’s song (where the heading quote is derived from) :  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtUH9z_Oey8

some pictures from my excursion today: 

[tired-college-student-writing]

A Different Tale

Summary- Instead of pulling Celine away to talk, he instead finally cornered the Colonel, leaving the Seer free to join You outside with the staff. How will this small choice change the paths of our story?

“We all know there’s something unnatural in the manor,” Celine hissed, jamming a finger into the Gardener’s chest, “You’re still coming with us and telling me what you know!”

You weren’t sure why Celine drug You, along with Abe and Chef out here yell at the Gardener, but here You were. Damien and the Colonel had stayed back inside, somewhere You longed to be as tensions rose under the icy glares between Celine and the garden worker.  

“You listen here, Young Lady,” George barked at her, batting her hand away, “It’s been fifteen years since I’ve been in that house, and I’m not about to break that winning streak now. I don’t care how many murders there been, I ain’t going near that house!”

“You’re coming!”

“There’s only one reason, one instance, one manifestation that will get me into that madhouse,” George voice was low, a haunted look in his eyes, “And you’d better pray to god that that reason never comes to pass.”

“Manifestation?” Celine asked, “You can’t just throw out that and not explain what manifestation you’re talking about!”

No sooner did the words pass her lips did the loudest crack of thunder sound, leaving a ringing in Your ears with the lighting it had accompanied whiting out Your vision for a split second. The DA whipped around, eyes flying wide as unearthly blue and pink lights swelled inside the manor, flashing in a sickening fashion. A clatter of a shovel being dropped makes them turn in time to see George sprint past, his face pale as freshly fallen snow.

“THAT THERE'S THE REASON!” He shrieks, long legs carrying him towards the manor. You follow, Celine overtaking you both, but the detective waves You ahead on at the top of the staircase with his gun.

“GO! GO!” He urges, wearily pointing his weapon towards the door creaking under the weight of something, the room where the lights were coming from… the Colonel’s room. Before the group could reach the door, it flew open.

The intense light made it had to see the face of the person inside, but it was undeniably Damien.

Your friend stood tall, suit as prim and proper as ever, the colonel’s hat resting under one arm. The light seemed to pulsate around him, making Your skin crawl as a slow smirk twisted his face into a vengeful look. The uncanny size of the smirk and grotesque shadows that echoed across his face were just tricks of the strange blue and pink light, right?

“Somebody help me!” George cried, and the DA realized he was attempting to close the door, to trap Damien inside. He said there was only one manifestation that would bring him back, one terrifying horrible manifestation...

You grabbed the door, throwing Your body weight into it to slam the door shut, the light seeming to retreat as the solid oak shut in Damien’s face.

You reached a shaky hand out to the doorknob only to draw back with a hiss. The metal was scorching hot.

“What the hell is going on!” Celine screeched, breathes coming in quick pants, “Where’s Damien? Where’s William?”

“They’re gone,” George said with an eerily calm voice, “So is everyone else.”

You could hardly keep up with the argument after that, the staff leaving, even as the Seer and Detective roared at them, demanding answers that none could or were willing to give.  Your head was feeling fuzzy now, the days events and residual hangover finally catching up to You, You suppose.

That’s the only explanation You can think off for why Your vision keeps blurring as You wander the house, ending up in odd rooms, and remembering old bits of conversations from earlier as You wander.

Until You find Yourself in a room You hadn’t seen before right off of the sitting room. You blink, Your vision clearing as You take in the small office, littered with papers, all about the people within the manor.

The Colonel...

Mayor Damien...

Celine…

You even saw a few papers about You mixed in. Who had gathered all of this? And why? Had it been the detective?

“There you are!” The call made You jerk from the cracked wedding picture of Mark and Celine that You had been looking at, only to see the women at the doorway.

“Come on, I need Your help for another…” She trailed off as she gazed around, body stiffening as she grabbed a few papers off the desk, “What is this?” She asked as she frantically looked around, “That insolent little man has been keeping tabs on us? On Damien? On me? On William?!” She stopped suddenly, face falling blank, “He orchestrated the party… he knows…”

She turned on her heel marching upstairs, leaving You to scuttle behind her.

“DETECTIVE! Where is he? He knows something, he knows what happened to them,” She kept muttering to herself, hand reaching under the hem of her dress as she climbed the stairs, pulling a sleek black .45 revolver, the gun would almost look comical with its scrolling red flow design and how it looked much too big for her hands if not for the fact that as soon as she reached the top of the stairs she fired a shot at the Detective. The bullet embedding itself into Abe’s left new cap, shattering it audibly even under his howl of pain.

The Seer advanced on where he had fallen to the floor.

“Where are they, Abe? You must know what happened to them?” She demanded.

“You’re a crazy bitch! No wonder that wife stealing bastard ran off with you. You’re a match made in coco loco  heaven!”

The gun was still pointed at the down man’s chest as Celine stalked closer, her heels clicking on the tile.

“I still have five bullets,” She spoke evenly, her blank mask never falling, “and  I know how to place each on into you so that you’ll be in unbelievable amounts of pain, but you won’t die. If you talk, then I end your pitiful existence swiftly, or we can do this for hours, just you and-”

You lunged for the gun, each word that had left her lips felt like swallowing a shard of glass. You couldn’t let her do this, to torture a friend after losing so many.

The gun went off in the struggle, the Detective slumping to the floor. You knew he was dead, the blood blossoming directly over his heart and the vacant look in his eyes was enough to tell You that.

The Seer let out an inhuman scream as she threw You off of her, “How Dare You!”

You could see the moment panic entered her eyes however as You felt Yourself falling backward, the low railing of the balcony not catching You as You tumbled down… down… down…

You managed to blink open Your eyes only to find more darkness. Slowly You edged forward, hoping to find something that might let You know where You were, maybe a light switch even, only to jump as a body rolled out of the shadows.

It was Mark, the same bathroom that he had been wearing when You found him this morning still present, but his eyes were nothing more than vacant holes when he spoke in a low rumbling voice.

“It’s not far, is it?”

You stumbled back only for two more forms to appear, more spectrally then corpses, but their forms were easy to identify.

To Your right stood Damien in swirling blue light, and to Your left stood the Colonel, pink light rippling around him.

“He took everything from us,” The Mayor started, waving a hand down at the body between You as his voice echoed off of unseen walls, “He trapped us in here with this broken shell and no way out.”

“It’s true,” William growled, eyes ablaze with fury, “ Blaming his problems, his shortcoming on others. Taking out his so-called vengeance on us. We trusted him and he left locked us in here to rot.”

“We played right into his hand, he must of been planning this for years! You for ‘taking Celine’,” Damien snapped mockingly, “And me for not denouncing my only sister for escaping the unhappy marriage he trapped her in, and now that son of a bitch is walking around in MY body!”

“Calm down Dames,” William hissed, “We don’t have time for this.”

“You’re right,”

William turned to You, “I know you have questions, questions we can’t answer right now. Just know one thing. Mark took everything from us, from ALL of us trying to seek vengeance that he only had himself to blame for. But death is different here, it doesn’t mean the end in this hell hole.”  

“What Will means is, this doesn’t have to be, isn’t the end. Because while you’re trapped in here like us, your body, broken as it may be, is still out there.”

William’s eyes grew soft, “Celine taught me a bit about this supernatural stuff after I was trapped in Jumanji. So Mark isn’t the only one that can manipulate this place for his own benefit. The same way she sent you here in her seance is the same way I can send you back since she never closed the ritual down. There is however a catch…”

“You can’t survive on your own,” Damien cut in, but his blunt words dripped with anger so unlike his usual manner, “You’re dead after all, Celine saw to that.”

William let out a weak laugh, “We can’t really blame her, now can we. After being forced back into this house? Losing all of us? She’s a kind woman at heart, a little spitfire.”

“But we can’t deny that my sister is dangerous now, with all the grief inside her,” Damien whispered, pain radiating off of him, “I know it sounds crazy, and Honestly? I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I know I trust the Colonel. And if you trust us, let me in, “ He begged, “And We’ll fix this, Together.”

“I’m not going to force you either way!” William interjected, “This is your choice, but… it’s the only way that I can see any of us escaping.”

You stood there for a long second, before nodding, “Together,”

William and Damien rewarded You tired smiles.

“Alright,” William breathed, “Just relax, my friend, it might feel a little weird…”

“This will work,” Damien reassured You, as the lights and their voices began to fade “I promise.”

The next moment You gasped for air, eyes flying open. For a second the world still looked covered in pink and blue before Your eyes adjusted back to normal colors.

Slowly You pushed Yourself up to a sitting position, only to stop as You heard a gasp.

The entire foyer around You was covered in all the materials from the seance earlier, plus several dozen other things You didn’t recognize, just strewn about haphazardly.   In the middle of the mess, not two feet from you was the Seer.

Her dress was a mess, the bottom stars stained red, her hair falling out of place in wispy pieces as her veil slipped down to her ear. Her makeup was stained down her face, signaling along with her bright red eyes that she’s been crying for so long.

“I brought you back to life,” She whispered, You tried to correct her only for her to laugh, “I did it! I did it!”

You watched as her laughter got more and more hysterical, every once in a while an “I DID IT!” sounding off between the giggles. She staggered to her feet.

“If I can bring people back,” She hummed, “I need to find William and Damien. My boys need the assistance greatly to come back to the living world~”

You’re left helpless as she skips off hollering for ‘her boys’ to come out. Left with nothing else you stumble over to the mirror.

Damien had said you had been broken, but how broken? You glance down at the cane that had been placed there, Damien’s favorite that he had been carrying for the Poker night.

As soon as you touched it You felt a painful shift as if You were being stabbed by hundreds of red hot pitchforks. You couldn’t breathe, not even Your lungs would respond to You.

Then as quickly as it happened, it was over, but now You just felt... nothing. You couldn’t even say it was numbness because... that was something. This was nothing.

You glanced up expecting to see Your own wide and terrified eyes reflected back at You. Only instead you met the hard chocolate brown eyes You knew all too well.

In front of you was a man that looked undoubtedly like the fair mayor, only he had a small handlebar mustache, just barely a twist on the end.

“Damien?” You tried reaching out only for Your hand smack a large plane of glass, “Colonel? What’s happening?”

The being in front of you does answer, instead rolling his shoulders and with one fluid movement cracks his neck.

You reel back as the glass shatters but holds its shape as blue and pink light roar to life, all other color from the man fading into shades of grey.

You didn’t even need to ask after this, watching as the man shot one last sorrow-filled look at you before stalking off into the rest of the house.

You didn’t need to ask, because You already knew.

You were trapped, for how long You didn’t know, but one thing was for certain.

You had taken a gamble, and you lost everything.

[spencerberkeley]

ADVENT CALENDAR: TASK ONE. ❄

TRADITIONS:

Are you a Grinch, or do you enjoy the holidays?: Grinch.

On which day do you celebrate Christmas?: Christmas Day.

Is it a religious celebration or non-denominational?: Non-denominational.

Who do you usually spend the holidays with?: The entire fucking family. They all head to his father’s sprawling estate in Guildford. It usually includes his father, his mother and step-father, his grandfather, Nora, Camilla and her husband, their children, his two uncles and their wives, his cousins Leighton and Jude, Leighton’s girlfriend of the hour, Jude’s wife and their three kids. There’s usually at least twenty of them. Evelyn and her parents used to come because their family is small, but since the divorce that’s not a thing. Spencer has his kids every other Christmas Day but always makes sure to see them in the morning if they’re spending the day with mum.

What does your typical Christmas dinner include?: Well, his family wouldn’t be caught dead cooking, so it’s prepared for them. Given the number of people in attendance, the spread is impressive. Several courses. Starters. Fish course. Turkey, goose, pheasant/quail, beef, venison for main. Every seasonable vegetable you could imagine. About fifty ways to serve a potato. Plenty of champagne and port. Insane amount of dessert, but all he cares about is profiteroles.  

Do you open your presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?: Day.

Do you still have a stocking?: No.

Do you still get an Advent Calendar?: No.

Do you leave all of your Christmas shopping until last minute, or are you organized?: Apart from the really personal gifts, he mostly leaves the Christmas shopping to Pippa, and she’s as organised as they come.

Do you take charge of the day, or are you the one in the corner sipping Baileys?: There are so many strong figures in his family, he’s more than content to just sit back and watch it unfold, to be honest.

Any traditions passed down through the family?: Apart from an ultra-competitive game of Monopoly on Christmas Eve, nah.

Any weird things your family does that others don’t?: They usually go to the local pub in the evening, whilst the staff are cleaning up after dinner.

Do you go all-out with decorations, or keep it basic?: Evelyn always used to make a big thing about it, but they’ve been pretty basic since she left. The few he does put up are only so the kids can enjoy them.

Post a picture of what your Christmas tree looks like: Here.

Do you ever spend the holidays away from home?: Very rarely. Occasionally he did with Evelyn’s family in Cambridge, but they usually came to Guildford.

Do you like to get a bit tipsy, or is it an alcohol-free zone?: Flat-out drunk.

FAVOURITES/FUN BITS:

Favourite Christmas song: Driving Home for Christmas - Chris Rea.

Least favourite Christmas song: All I Want For Christmas - Mariah Carey.

Favourite Christmas food: Panettone.

Least favourite Christmas food: Christmas Pudding.

Favourite Christmas movie: Jingle All The Way.

Least favourite Christmas movie: Love Actually. Evelyn made him endure it every single year, and if he never sees it again, that’ll be too soon.

Favourite Christmas tradition: Getting drunk at breakfast and arguing with his mother about European politics.

Ever re-gifted?: Perish the thought.

If you had an unlimited budget, what would you buy for the three most important people in your life?: I mean, the point is moot when his budget is already unlimited. Cassie: a lobotomy so she can stop fucking other members of Parliament and making his job difficult. Gideon: a lobotomy so he can stop being so damn emo all the time. Evelyn: a lobotomy so she can stop voting Labour.

If you could have any gift in the world, unlimited budget, what would it be?: A yacht so he can tell people he has a yacht.

Weirdest Secret Santa gift ever received: Dick straws.

If you could kiss any fictional character under the mistletoe, who would it be?: Lois Lane.

If you were forced to wear an ugly sweater to an ugly sweater party, what would it look like?: Well, this was made for Spencer. But maybe this one.

What’s your go-to outfit for festive fancy dress?: The Grinch.

Christmas Day or New Year’s Eve?: New Year’s Eve.

White Christmas or snow-free?: Snow-free.

MEMORIES: (feel free to write any of these as separate drabbles, and link them in later)

Earliest Christmas memory: Spencer can’t remember how old he was at the time, but George snuck into his bedroom on Christmas Eve night and woke him up so they could go down and get into their stockings early. They ran back to their rooms after, cackling like maniacs, hands full of chocolate. Spencer puked and they got told off by their dad. Still awesome, though. Christmas was always George’s favourite holiday, and it feels pretty shit celebrating without him.

Best Christmas memory: Well, Spencer actually proposed to Evelyn on Christmas Eve, so that was easily the best holiday period he ever had. They got to walk into family breakfast the next morning like ‘surprise, bitches’ and everybody was freaking the fuck out. Along with George’s love of Christmas, it’s probably one of the reasons he’s not a fan of the holiday anymore. At the time he didn’t think he’d regret choosing that day to propose, obviously, but with the power of hindsight, he sort of wishes he’d chosen some random, unimportant day so he didn’t have to associate the memories.

Worst Christmas memory: The first Christmas after his divorce. No wife, no kids (they were with her at her parents.) Spencer didn’t go to spend the time with his family because he was so fucking depressed about it, so he ended up sitting home alone, in the quiet, drinking until he passed out on his sofa. That was a really fun time.

Best Christmas present ever received, and who was it from: A framed photograph of Spencer and his brother, George, when they were younger. He’s a pretty sentimental bastard. That got him for sure. Thanks, Evelyn.

Best Christmas present ever sent, and who was it for: I mean, one could argue that Evelyn’s ring was a pretty spectacular gift, mate. Failing that, he did buy Ailsa and Rosslyn a horse last year, and the latter cried for about an hour out of happiness, so. That one definitely got as good a reaction.

Someone you wish you could bring back for one last Christmas: His big brother.

Have you ever been stuck somewhere else for Christmas?: Does work count?