#bring me to life jd

[surr3al1sm]

I made this meme for Grace & Ari and decided to insert some more coaches into it. It got a little out of hand though.

The original (the rest are below the cut):

These two are my other favourite duo maps so truly, if you pick the other coaches hit me up

Rest of the duo map’s I made (you can always request swaps or more coaches btw!)

I made this one completely for myself ngl, but I feel like other Wanderrose shippers will enjoy it

I did make more but apparently tumblr has a 10 image limit so I’m probably just going to wait till I have enough for a second post or if they get requested

[karis17love]

b. Blake and Liv COTD

ꨄ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴀᴄʜᴇs ꨄ

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦

𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦."

Requested by: @drowntowns

If anyone wants me to add a specific coach/es or map, feel free to ask, I will add them one by one <33

[rafedarling]

𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

requested by @gracerose68

pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: five years after outer banks ended, drew and you are enjoying life together, despite your ten-year age gap. loved by the entire cast, you are considered part of the “obs fam.��� during a group vacation to ibiza, you starts feeling off and realizes you might be pregnant. caught between your fears of drew’s reaction and the unwavering support of your “siblings,” you discovers that love, family, and unexpected surprises can lead to beautiful new beginnings.

warning(s): english is not my native language. unplanned pregnancy, emotional vulnerability, fluff, humor, mild swearing, supportive friendships.

au: like, reblog and feedback are much appreciated.

Your and the other actor of Outer Banks group chat was always filled with energy.

Chase: “Ibiza is happening! Flights booked. Who’s ready for sunburns and bad decisions?”

Rudy: “I call dibs on the best room. Drew, don’t fight me this time.”

JD: “This isn’t Outer Banks, Rudy. No treasure hunt to claim a room.”

Madelyn: “Can we focus? Who’s bringing sunscreen?”

Madison: “Y/N will bring it. She always has everything.”

You glanced up from your phone and smirked at Drew, who was scrolling through the same messages.

“They’re not wrong.”

“You’re like the group’s mom,” Drew teased, pulling you closer on the couch.

“Well, somebody has to keep you lot alive.” You poked his side, earning a soft laugh.

The trip to Ibiza had been a long time coming. Between work schedules and personal commitments, it had been years since the Outer Banks cast had been in the same place together. Despite not being a cast member, you were as much a part of the group as anyone else. Drew’s friends had embraced you with open arms, making you feel like family.

It wasn’t always easy being ten years younger than Drew. At 24, you were still navigating adulthood, while Drew, at 34, was more settled. But your love for each other made the age gap feel insignificant.

The first day in Ibiza was pure of laugh and every other things. About the villa, it was breathtaking, with whitewashed walls, infinity pools, and views of the sparkling Mediterranean. Everyone quickly settled into vacation mode, with plans for beach days, exploring the island, and late-night conversations by the firepit.

By the second day, though, you couldn’t shake the nagging exhaustion and nausea that had crept in. It wasn’t like you to feel so drained, especially when surrounded by people you loved.

As the group lounged on the beach, Drew noticed you sitting quietly under the shade of an umbrella.

“Hey,” he said softly, crouching beside you. “You okay? You’ve been quiet today.”

You forced a smile, brushing off his concern.

“Just tired. I think the travel caught up with me.”

His brow furrowed, but he didn’t push.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Always.”

Later that afternoon, a small girl wandered toward the group, her tear-streaked face melting everyone’s hearts.

“Where’s your mommy?” you asked gently, kneeling in the sand to meet her gaze.

The little girl sniffled and pointed toward the other end of the beach. Without hesitation, you held her hand, reassuring her until her mother arrived.

“You’re an angel,” the mother said gratefully before walking away.

“You’d make such a great mom,” Madison said, nudging Drew with a grin.

“She really would,” Drew agreed, his eyes soft as they met yours.

Your stomach flipped, but not in the good way. His words felt like confirmation of what you’d been suspecting but were too scared to admit.

That night, while everyone gathered in the living room for a movie, you excused yourself and retreated to the bathroom. With shaking hands, you retrieved the pregnancy test you’d packed.

The seconds felt like hours as you stared at the test, unable to bring yourself to flip it over.

A knock on the door startled you.

“It’s Madelyn. Are you okay?”

You quickly hid the test and opened the door, forcing a smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Madelyn’s sharp eyes darted to the trash can, where the box sat in plain view.

“Y/N…” she began, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern. “Are you pregnant?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded.

“I think so. I haven’t looked yet.”

Without hesitation, Madelyn wrapped you in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise. Let’s look together.”

With trembling hands, you flipped the test over. Two pink lines. Positive.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, the weight of the realization crashing down.

Madelyn pulled you close as you started to cry.

“It’s okay. Drew loves you. He’s going to be so excited.”

“But what if he’s not?” you sobbed.

“We’ve never talked about kids. What if this ruins everything?”

Madelyn shook her head.

“Stop. Drew adores you. He’s not going anywhere.”

Madelyn helped you gather the girls for a “mandatory ladies’ meeting” in the bathroom.

“Are you dying?” Rudy called after you jokingly as the girls shuffled upstairs.

“Very funny,” Carlacia shot back before closing the door.

Once everyone was inside, you took a deep breath and shared your news. The girls gasped, their reactions quickly turning to excitement.

“You’re going to be such a good mom!” Kelsea squealed.

“If Drew so much as blinks wrong, we’ve got your back,” Madison added, earning a round of laughter.

The next day, the guys decided to go bungee jumping, leaving the girls at the villa.

“You’re seriously not going to tell him yet?” Madison asked as you lounged by the pool.

“I’m scared,” you admitted.

“You can’t keep this from him forever,” Carlacia said gently.

“I know. I’ll tell him tonight.”

When the guys returned, you greeted Drew with a tight hug. “I missed you.”

“I was gone for a few hours,” he laughed, kissing your forehead.

At dinner, panic set in again when the waiter asked what you’d like to drink. Thankfully, Madelyn saved you by whispering to the waiter to make your cocktail virgin.

After dinner, the group gathered by the firepit, and the girls urged you again to tell Drew.

“You’ll feel so much better once it’s out in the open,” Madison said.

With a deep breath, you pulled Drew aside, leading him down to the villa’s private pier.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his worry evident.

“I have something important to tell you,” you began, your voice shaking.

Drew’s brows furrowed. “You’re scaring me.”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, tears streaming down your face.

“I know we haven’t talked about this, and if you don’t want —” you continue.

“Wait,” Drew interrupted, his eyes wide. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

Drew pulled you into his arms, his grip firm yet comforting.

“Y/N, this is amazing. I love you. I love us. We’re going to be fine. I mean much better than fine.”

His words brought a fresh wave of tears, but this time, they were tears of relief.

Back at the villa, Drew insisted on sharing the news with the group.

“We’re having a baby!” he announced, his grin infectious.

The group erupted in cheers, with the guys tackling Drew in a congratulatory hug while the girls swarmed you.

“You’re stuck with us forever now,” Chase joked.

“You’ve been family for a while,” Rudy added, “but this seals it.”

As the night wound down, Drew pulled you close, his hand resting protectively on your stomach.

“You’ve given me everything I didn’t know I wanted,” he said softly.

You smiled, your fears finally melting away. Surrounded by love, you knew this was the start of a beautiful new chapter.

[nativegirltapes]

drew didn’t like to make a big deal out of his birthday, but unfortunately (fortunately) for him, he’s dating angel, the girl who makes it her life mission to celebrate his birthday !

notes — small birthday blurb for my babydaddyyyy <3 nothing that special.

you knew it was dangerous when drew gave you a copy of his key for his apartment. coming to steal his clothes and dig in his snacks was fun and sneaky, but planning a surprise party for him while he was away all day was definitely at the top of the list.

“i want everything to be perfect! we need to rehearse one more time!” you shouted. “everyone get in position!”

“really?” JD complained, although he was definitely speaking for everyone involved in the surprise. this was your 6th time making everyone rehearse for when drew got home. “yes. really. now get in position.” you rebutted, everyone ultimately listened and got into position. they knew how much this meant to you. they knew how much drew meant to you.

“wait!” your eyes shot open at the noise of drew stomping down the hallway. “he’s actually here! everyone positions now! for real this time!” you took your spot standing a few feet from the door, holding the fresh flowers you bought for drew.

your stomach did flips as you heard drew fiddling with the lock, you just wanted everything to be perfect for him. and more importantly you just wanted him to like it.

“SURPRISE!” everyone shouted as drew opened the door. a huge grin took over his face as he set his bag on the floor, immediately coming to embrace you.

you heard mumbled ‘happy birthday drew’s’ being yelled by everyone as he hugged you. he left kisses all along your ear and cheeks, “happy birthday drew.” you said softly, pulling away from the hug and giving drew his flowers. you were surrounded by dozens of people but still this moment felt so intimate. “thank you baby.” drew kissed you before making his way to his other friends and guests that you’d managed to all round up on the same day, all to celebrate him.

⋆˚࿔ 🎂 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

after a few hours of socializing with drew’s friends and castmates, some of who you loved and some of which you couldn’t stand, you’d finally gotten drew alone upstairs in his room for a bit.

“you did all this for me?” drew wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. a small smirk took over his face as he looked down at you. you looked absolutely stunning. you couldve gotten him nothing and he’d still be happy just being able to come home to you.

“yes.” you batted your lashes, your soft voice giving him butterflies. “there isn’t anyone else i would want to do it for.” you stood on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “you mean that?” drew teased, his hands making there way down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“do you want to find out?” you pulled him by the collar of his shirt back to the bed. drew wasn’t the only one getting what he wanted for his birthday.

[deadghosy]

HAZBIN HOTEL X ROBLOX NOOB! READER

prompt: your best friend John Doe hacked you into a universe where hell is much different in your mind

“OOF-” you said as you press the buttons on your ps5. A portal opens as blocky person with yellow skin exits out of the portal looking at you. “JD!” You said with a “:P” face. “noob…you get to get out the house more…” John Doe said with a static voice as he picked up your bloxy body and thrown you into a portal as you kept smiling

“:) yay I’m falling.” You said out loud as you felt yourself fall in the air. You fell but landed on your feet like always. You look around to see that it smell like must, ass, and most importantly fire. You walked around just smiling as demons and sinners looked as if you were some weirdo…..

You came across the hotel and applied for a job to be the schedule manager. You got a red outfit to match vaggie and Charlie as you grab a flat board and started to write who gets to do what.

Noob! Reader is the type to pull out a cannon out of fucking no where and fuck someone’s life up🦆(a/n: pinkie pie type shit)

I can see Alastor watching you do a r6 dance as he just looked at you weirdly with a strained smile. You literally said out loud “/E DANCE!” And started to dance 😭

Lucifer got scared because he accidentally let you dove off a roof…but you respawned with a blue force field around you making Lucifer think you were an angel.

You love the egg boiz as they love you too! You do color sheets with them as Pentious brings you guys some cookies like a mom💗

You had onetime pulled a chainsaw out because husk said he needed to get a haircut on his fur. You literally pullled it out of no while husk jolted looking at your crazed face as you reved it up.

“You said you needed a hair cut!!” “I SAID HAIR CUT! NOT END MY LIFE YOU FUCKER!” Husk yells back as you chase him smiling like “:D” with the chainsaw. It was giving scooby doo as you kept chasing him.

Lucifer would be weirded out with Noob as noob just sticks their tongue out like the :P face while Lucifer pokes you curious about your game like box body.

I imagine noob! Reader showing Charlie a picture of bacon hair boy who is doing orange justice in the back. “Oh is that your friend?” Charlie says with a nervous smile at how your friend’s hair literally looks like bacon or is. You nodded excitedly as you wave your phone happily at bacon hair boy.

You blasted “it’s raining tacos” outside of the Vee’s tower when learning your friends had opps in there. So you wanted to annoy them.

This lasted for 2 days until vaggie had found you and took you home as you screamed out the song LOUD AND PROUD

I can imagine Lucifer making you a duck hat that says “don’t duck with me!” It’s so cute 🦆

I headcannon noob!reader to be the most dangerous being in hell as they literally been to every other gun and fighting game of the roblox universe.

NOOB SOLOS‼️‼️🔥

You know those badass Roblox games with those cool combat moves? That’s what you use. 🤨

You grabbed a sinner’s face and run dragging their body in the ground with a smile. You lifted your arm and swing them around as they flew to who knows where as the crew behind you had an either shocked or entertained face.

One time Charlie and you were shopping in a mall and you peaked over the boarder to keep people from falling. “I wonder if I can die from this height.” “NOOB NO-” that’s when you had to get a kid leash on you anytime you go out with the staff.

It was a nice day as Angel was throwing knives to increase his skills. You walked by him curiously grabbing two knives and throwing them at the same time. Making it hit the bullseye as Angel looked at you shock.

“Whoa kid, how did you learn to do that?” Angel asked pulling out the knives you made in the bullseye. “I was murder once!” You said with a happy smile as you walked away. Angel dust has the most confused face ever(picture below)

I headcannon noob!reader to be like Kirby. So like noob pulls out a knife to be murder, and then they could pull out a gun as Sheriff✨🦆

“Pew pew pew” you said as you stood on the balcony of the hotel as you shot at random sinners. Alastor appeared behind you confused but laughs at the misery of the sinner running when a missed shot almost killed them.

One time Angel gave you a Tommy gun not suspecting you know how to use it….you literally started to blast sinners away-

You SHOT AN OLD LADY ALSO😨

yeah Angel never gave you his Tommy gun ever again.

As you stayed in hell, you didn’t know that you would be spied on by the angels as Adam laughs at how chaotic and naive you are.

You’re so use to bullshit in Roblox you just stand there like “🧍🏾” as shit goes on. Literally when Charlie was panicking when the extermination was due in 6 months

During a uno game you ate a card as husk was trying to win but forfeited in anger as you screamed out uno. Leaving the missing card out of your mouth….it got quiet so quick as husk chased after you.

Niffty finds you amazing as you both have crazed tendencies. You both literally cause made chaos around places 🤭

YOU USE YOUR ADOPT ME SCAMMING SKILLS TO SCAM PEOPLE 😭😭 I CAN SEE THIS

The overlords are confused when they see Lucifer bring you to a meeting for once. You just sat there eating a taco. “Ello.” You said waving your blocky arm at them.

When watching the horror movies with the crew, you don’t react at all with Alastor as you been in lots of horror games with that one guy named Guest…you miss home and him.

I headcannon that you once accidentally summoned John Doe because you sneezed and he literally stood there as you hugged him. The rest of the crew was confused thinking he was your brother.

[barbiiecams]

need to know

drew starkey x reader, smut!, reader is younger and also JD’s little sister, she’s also tipsy but not drunk, kinda trash but hear me outtt 😭! & absolutely no hate to odessa i just needed a plot lolz, *not proof read*

when you walked into the house party, the first person you were looking for was drew.

your brother, JD, was very close to him, so it made your life even better. if they hung out, you were hanging out too. and they were going to a party, you begged your brother to take you. even though you were an adult, some clubs (and some hosts of the parties) would only let a certain age in.

but now you had just turned 21, past the point of just being legal.

and now you just had to have your crush of basically 4 years.

when JD first got casted, you were so excited for him. you really did look up to your brother and admired him. because of the distance, he’d facetime you and tell you about all of the fun things he did, his fun scenes and etc.

it seemed genuinely fun, so when he asked you to meet the cast while they filmed season 2, there’s no way you would’ve turned that down.

he flew you out, helped you sort of “move in” to where he was staying at, and had you help him practice all of his lines. stepping onto the set was really nice, and so were all of the people.

everyone was so welcoming. the girls became your new besties and the boys saw you as their own baby sister as well.

but when it came to drew, being seen as a baby sister was something that almost… deflated you.

—

“and this is drew,” JD says as he finishes introducing you to the actors scattered all over the place.

when you locked eyes on him, you just felt your panties being soaked.

“nice to meet you,” drew smiles. blue eyes covered by his hair looking into yours and a hand sticking out. “what’s your name?”

you shook his hand, “y/n.” he nods at this before being called by one of the producers.

your shocked state might’ve been obvious, because your brother had to nudge you in the shoulder to get your attention back.

“you just turned 18, he’s 26 turning 27. don’t even think about it.” he gives you a stern look.

“think about what?” you feigned innocence. “you’re a weirdo.”

JD rolls his eyes, “yeah yeah whatever. come help me practice.”

you followed your brother over to wear his character chair was, but you couldn’t seem to get drew out of your head.

—

and now here you were. fast forward three years later and you were making the move. you just hoped he was actually interested and you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.

“don’t drink too much,” JD raised his voice over the music, “i wanna get wasted too.”

you rolled your eyes at him as he walked away and made it to the group of boys. you’re glad you actually watched him walk, seeing drew right there laughing and drinking.

as if he couldn’t get any more sexier, his hair was buzzed. usually, you weren’t attracted to the buzz cut. only some people could truly pull it off.

but it was drew, he could pull anything off. and when you saw him, you thought your legs were about to give out on you.

you had to really pull yourself out of thought. madelyn had spotted you and embraced you in a hug.

“hey girl! you’re finally of age!” she teased.

“i know,” you giggle. “where the drinks at?”

she laughs at you then brings you to a table where the rest of the girls are. they’re cheering, hugging you, and happy to finally see you and actually party, no rules pushed onto you.

“what’s gonna be your first drink?” laci asks with a smile.

“i want the hardest shit available.” you said, half joking yet half serious.

now all of you guys are really laughing. “getting bold i see.” madison jokes.

but that’s exactly what you get served. a gin and juice given to you all pretty and colorful, but when you took a sip, your face immediately scrunched up.

madelyn giggles, “drink it!”

“i didn’t know it was that strong!” you defend.

they’re laughing at your face while also trying to down their own hard liquor. you’re having such a good time, the headache you’ll have tomorrow morning is least of your worries.

you guys are all drinking and dancing, the time passing being the least of your worries. you’re on your second drink, and third shot of the night, and that’s when you realize you still haven’t said hi to any of the boys.

“i’m gonna go say hi to everyone else,” you tell the girls as you guys are settling back down from dancing. they all nod and watch you walk to the other side of the room, where austin is now chugging a beer while the rest of them yell “chug, chug, chug!”

as you’re walking over there, you seem to notice a girl with curly hair, standing next to drew.

‘interesting.’ you thought.

austin finishes and they’re all yelling for him. he turns around to your face and smiles. “baby sis!” he yells.

everyone turns to see you, and the screaming is now directed towards you. you were definitely walking out of here with a headache and hearing loss.

you gave them all individual hugs, saving the best one for last. (drew of course.)

“how are you?” chase gives you a pat on the back.

“more than good, i can see you are too.” you chuckle as you point out the spilled drink in his shirt.

he lets out a drunken huff, “yea blame your brother for that one.”

JD raises his head from a plate of wings he’s devouring. “you were in the way!”

you realize you’re still hugging drew, and he’s still got his arms around your shoulders. the thought ran through your mind that you looked like a little fangirl, but you didn’t care. hopefully when the night was over, you’d be doing more than just holding onto him.

he lets go of you, and you internally sigh. “you’ve been drinking?” he asks.

you nod, “not enough tho.”

he laughs at your response then turns to the girl you saw earlier, “odessa, this is y/n.”

odessa.

“nice to meet you!” she waves. she’s pretty, but what was she doing around drew?

you didn’t have the guts to ask, and it would be a weird look if you did, so you left it alone and just mimicked her smile and wave.

“alright i just came to say hi, ill talk to you guys in a few!” you said, wanting to get away from them in a heartbeat as long as she was still around.

you walked away from them while they all were saying ‘see you in a few.’ getting back to the table with the girls, you immediately had to ask them.

“whos that girl with drew?” you said as you sipped your almost empty glass.

“odessa?” madelyn starts, “that’s his friend. they shot a movie together and have been close ever since. they look like a couple tho, right?” she says as she downs a piece of pizza.

hearing that made you feel good yet bad at the same time. they were only friends, yet people seemed to peep at the fact that they looked like more than just friends.

and you weren’t having any of that.

not wanting to speak any more of it, you just let out a ‘hm’ which seemed to go unnoticed.

“how come?” madison asks.

“no reason,” you lie. “they just looked really close.”

—

over the next two hours, you went from drinking, dancing, eating, then repeating then same process. it started to catch up with you, but that wasn’t stopping you. surprisingly, you weren’t that much of a lightweight.

walking and sort of tripping in between people over to the counter with drinks, drew’s there by himself filling up his glass. you weren’t sure were that girl odessa was, but you most certainly didn’t care to find out.

as you slightly stumble, he holds your arm as you get closer so you wouldn’t have to struggle.

“somebody’s having fun,” he laughs.

“i am, i’m not drunk just yet tho dont worry.” you giggle. you started to think your legs were actually giving out on you to the sight of him, and his hand on your arm wasn’t helping your case.

“take it easy,” he says, “JD isn’t the most sober either.”

he motioned his head over to where he was. you turned your head to see your brother doing a line of shots with everyone surrounding him, cheering and yelling some more.

“of course,” you mutter.

drew chuckles, “i got you, don’t worry.”

your stomach was doing flips at this point. his words affected you, even if they weren’t meant to be flirtatious. that’s how bad this attraction was.

it’s silent between the two of you for a second, until you decide it’s time to speak up. ‘now or never’ you thought.

“can i ask you something?” you turned back to him. he replies with a quick ‘sure’ as he put his phone down.

“are you and odessa together or something?” you blurted. maybe you should’ve reworded the statement, but the drinks had gotten your boldness up.

he seemed taken aback, “no, not at all. why?”

you didn’t have a lie for this one, “just wondering.”

he wasn’t moving on from that quickly at all. “i can tell that’s not full truth.”

that little thought came back into your head again. ‘now or never.’

“it’s just… i feel like i want you to see me more than just as a little sis.” you said. when you said this, you didn’t feel bad either. you’ve been wanting him for a good 3 years now, and you’d be damned if you let someone else get him before you did.

he’s not speaking for a good moment which makes you worried, then he finally says something.

“you’re gorgeous y/n, you know that?” he starts. you nod, but you were kind of freaking out at the same time, not really knowing where he would take it from here.

“but i’d think it be wrong if i saw you as anything else other than a little sister. you’re a lot younger, and literally the little sister of a close friend. i just don’t think it would work.” he explains.

fuck no. you were not giving up that easily.

you started to stand a little closer to him. “i’m 21! that’s enough past 18 if i can legally drink. and who cares about JD?”

“i know, i know. but JD most definitely wouldn’t like seeing his sister with his best friend.” drew tries to reason.

“i don’t care,” you drag out the word. “i’ve been crushing on you since i met you. i waited so long to finally tell you.”

you can see the light red start to form at his cheeks and the smirk come to his lips, “i’m flattered, really. but i’d rather not get my ass beat by your big brother.”

“please?” now you were really getting close by wrapping your arms around his neck. “it can be our little secret. no one has to find out. but i just need to know.”

drew’s starting to cave. he rests his hands on the sides of your hip. “need to know what?”

the smirk is starting to become more evident, and his voice starts to drop.

“how you feel, how you taste. i want you so bad.”

“you’re gonna get me in trouble, y’know.”

you don’t notice up until now how close your faces are. he lets out a sigh that sounds like he’s not going to let is guard down, but little do you know he’s been wanting to take you there just as long as you’ve wanted it.

“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to bend you over the minute we shook hands.” he said seductively.

“then do it now.” you tell him.

something you’ve been waiting on forever, he gives you a short kiss on the lips. he pulls back quick and make sure no one’s watching, but everyone is too busy drinking and dancing currently.

he rubs his hands up and down on your sides. “let’s go upstairs.”

it’s like a weight lifted off your shoulders. all these years of plotting finally paid off. you were so ready to give him whatever he wanted and have him take you however he pleased.

he held your hand as the two of you walked upstairs, getting to the most closest and available room, he opened the door for you and walked in behind you, locking the door.

he wasted no time either. as soon as the two of you were closed off, he started kissing you deep. forcing his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing, and his hands working to get your pants off.

you definitely weren’t trying to waste a moment either. your hands immediately went under his shirt to feel his abs, and to take it off.

his hands worked fast. he got your pants off after pushing you down to the bed, and now your top was gone as he started to feel you through your bra. you were still trying to get his belt off.

he’s groaning into your mouth and it’s the hottest thing you could possible experience. “shit, i need to taste you. let me taste it baby.”

as he’s working to get your bra off, you finally managed taking off his belt and unzipping his jeans. he took down his own pants, then went straight to dipping his head down there and took of your panties, quite literally discarding them. he pushes your legs open and gets to work.

he opened your folds with his hands then put his tongue on you, which had you moaning in seconds.

drew knew exactly what to do with his tongue. you were already so worked up on him, and now he was eating you out like it was the first meal he’s ever had.

he brought a thumb up to your clit. “like fuckin candy, mama. so sweet.”

“drew!” you practically screamed out.

he moans against your clit, which really does it for you. “be as loud as you want, baby, nobody can hear us.”

and that’s exactly what you do. you don’t hold back your moans for a second.

he puts a finger in you and starts moving it quick, curling it while still using his tongue. he was a fuckin pro.

the release was coming quick, but he stops. he hears the sound of disappointment and sees it on your face.

he pulls down his boxers, “it’s okay. gonna make you cum around me as many times as this pussy can.”

that’s all he has to say for you to practically push yourself even closer to him.

and he was real big. you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit. but right now, you had to have him in every way. you’ve craved him for too long and you didn’t care if it hurt.

he lines up with your entrance and rubs the tip along it. “you ready?”

“give it to me.” you say. he takes this as his cue to push his length inside you.

both of you let out a sigh when he goes in. he makes sure you feel every inch of him, moving in slowly then bottoming out completely.

“you feel too good, princess.” he groans. all you can do is whimper at how full you felt with him inside.

after a few moments of letting the feeling sink in, he starts moving. your breathing starts to heavy, and it feels like you’re on cloud nine.

“mhm, that’s right. feel me baby.” he says as the pace speeds up. he throws his head back and his hands squeeze your hips, holding you down and making sure you take it all.

he then plants a leg on the bed, fixing his position so he can hit it even deeper. you can’t even form words at this point. it’s just all moans and “ah ah ah” sounds.

you can feel him all the way in your guts. he’s in there so deep, going completely ham on your tight hole. it was so much that you reached your arms out to try and block his hips a bit.

drew wasn’t taking that. “uh uh baby. you wanted this right? you wanted to know. you wanted to be a big girl and take it, so that’s what you’re gonna do.”

“it’s so deep!” you’re able to blabber out. he puts his leg down and leans back on his knees, bringing you to sit up with him. now his hands are supporting your waist as your hands find his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“i know it is baby i feel it,” he says against your mouth. “i knew you’d be a good girl for me tho, shit. taking this cock like a damn pro.”

as he thrusts up into you, he starts grinding your waist into him. this is a whole new feeling that has you really screaming out now.

“you like that, pretty?” he says into your ear.

“so much!” you mewl. he chuckles at the state your in. fucked out and filled with his cock.

“yea i know you do baby.” he says. “you just needed a real man to come and work you huh?”

he lets out a breath before continuing, “yea, you like your men with some experience. don’t you baby?”

you just let out more moans at his words, he knew what he was doing and he was proud.

you felt the orgasm approaching, and he could tell too. “you gonna cum?”

“yes!” you yelp.

“go ahead sweet girl. let me feel this pussy gush around me.”

when he gave you the ok, you let go. you were cumming and crying at the same time, everyone downstairs probably wondering where the two of you went. but did either of you care?

absolutely not!

“that’s it, good job baby. i knew you’d be a good girl f’me.” he says, thrusts slowing down to soak in all of your orgasm.

he laid you back down to get a few more thrusts in. now he’s chasing his own release.

“i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. you want it on your stomach?”

“anywhere,” you respond.

he looked shocked. “oh yea? what if i knock you up? then what are we gonna do?”

“i’m on the pill! promise.” you tell him.

his eyes squeeze shut. he was real close. “okay baby, here it comes.”

you feel the hot liquid squirt inside you and fill you up. you could almost cry again from how good it felt.

when he was done, he stayed inside for a little just to calm down. after that, he pulled out and laid down next to you.

“i’m glad you convinced me, best sex i’ve had in a while.” he’s still catching his breath but smiling.

you giggle, “it’s about time i got my hands on you.”

he laughs as well, holding you close and letting both of your bodies relax. “guess you’re all mine now.”

him saying that made your heart burst. it’s the only words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long. “i guess you’re all mine too.”

he smiles, but then you suddenly remember you’re at a party. “we better go back down before they start a watch party for us.” you said while getting up, trying to find where he even threw your underwear.

“right. we’re getting you a plan b tomorrow too.” he says, and you definitely have to agree.

but finally, that was your man.

[fiamat12]

Hi Fia. This excerpt from an interview with Nicola caught my attention. I believe she meant that her professional life is limited to red carpets and her private life is completely different. I think this is a sign that Jake is part of her professional life. 😏🤭

I do think JD is legitimately her friend but she also has said she likes to bring friends on the red carpet when she can.

I think it will be different when Lukola is out as a couple w/ a family. I can see them behaving more like Adam Brody & Leighton Meister - no, you go alone on the carpet, no join me, no you, no you LOL. ♡♡

Regardless, they always have Polin and do a great job sharing the spotlight as them...

[lmo82]

How L is with N vs A

With N

-the looks he would give her during the whole tour

-always touching/cuddling

-always holding hands and L will bring her hand even closer to him, like towards his legs more or in Brazil his Crotch…lol

-Always being body guard Luke

-Pulls her closer to his body, like in Italy WT pictures

-they share drinks and utensils like couples do

-interviewers believe they are really in love.  The one gasp from the reporter when N caresses L hair

-they both talk about how much they love each other 

-L meeting N family.  This one is HUGE for me and the one I always go back to.  N sister crying when Mom and L hug.  SIL snapping her fingers, while patting N’s brother on the chest.  Mom nodding her head approvingly as she walks back to her seat.  And in another video it shows N wiping away tears as her mom and L hug.  

-L wouldn’t let go of N hand at the London premiere

-the ring, enough said there

-As an add on N mentioning people wanting her to marry L in Time.  She also mentions her dad who has passed and she rarely talks about him.  To me it seems like she is mentioning the two most important men in her life in a very very important article about herself

How L is with A

-NYE kiss, where maybe they were drunk and then apparently a simple kiss the next day at a tennis court(have not seen this one). This was pre WT so to me it doesn’t even need to be including per say, but doing it anyway

-she was on friend trips with L, never seemed alone, even if that was alluded to

-Was at both premieres but L avoided her, even when she tried holding his hand…claw grasp anyone? 

-A was at GQ event with R and S too.  All pictures of them together he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else

-In Sorrento he was Lifeguard Luke *

-in videos he doesn’t know he is being recorded he avoids her, like not being near each other for Rs birthday cake video or the recent Boss event bts footage

-Didn’t see them around each other since July until recently.  Just pictures alluding to them being around each other 

-Boss event where after helping her out of the car let’s go of her hand and it looked awkward.

-Inside Boss event they did look close and laughing and hands on each others backs.*

-like stated above though, bts video of the event shows that after they walked into the event they weren’t close to each other.  Another bts video of them getting drinks again not close, in fact L seem to keep his drink in his right hand to keep the space between them

In conclusion how he is with N screams love and couple.  The only thing that says couple with A are the two on my list with the * .  And both those times it appears they knew they were being filmed.  Now I don’t know why N and L would go to this trouble to pretend to be in relationships with others.  Not going to address JD because that one isn’t worth a breakdown If you look at his friends and SM.   On the other hand I don’t understand why the world tour would all be PR either…especially with N family involved.  A lot of what we got from, N and L was from the WT, so people want to ignore it as PR…I don’t.  Yesterday I kind of went down that path and it doesn’t make sense.  It just doesn’t.  So if we believe that the WT was them being them, we need to realize that 2 somewhat displays of affection between L and A are not even close to the levels we got from L and N.  Why are we holding more weight to those 2 displays.  Especially when L has never confirmed that is his girlfriend.  And the few articles written have always been about promoting A.  I know to the outside or more “realist” people we seem conspiracy level nuts, but we are looking at the big picture imo.

[biancasaidstfu]

I cannot for the life of me believe that N and L are in serious relationships with other people. Let’s just go with the narrative that they are. JD and A are serious players in this game. Why would N and L do the following unhinged things?:

The entire world tour (butt pinching, more-than-PR flirting, the LOOKS, never shutting down dating rumors or saying they are “just friends”)

”I don’t have a relationship with anyone in my life like I do with Luke” - Nic talking about her connection to Luke who agreed with her. A relationship so deep and meaningful that even if she was in a serious relationship it’s more important? She constantly said how important he was to her. That’s not a PR answer by any means.

”There is real love there” - Nic in response to shipping and fans wanting them together. What we saw was real and she confirmed it countless times. They could have said “we love each other on a deep friendship level.” Not once did we ever hear either of them really clarify their relationship, still to this day months later.

”A lot of people want me to marry Luke.” They are telling me she is bringing up Luke in her TIMES article when she could’ve deflected to Polin, but she was in a serious relationship with a 24 year old??? Like… for real??? That’s literally CRAZY. No way would either partner be OK with something like that. Unless they aren’t at play or serious.

Time and time again they say that they’re single, both during the WT and then reinforced after. What would’ve shut down dating rumors would have been one or both letting their teams make a statement saying they are in a relationship with other people, never naming who they are with. It would keep their private life private, but stop all speculation. Even after the WT and 90 days of part 2 on Netflix, we have yet to hear anything like that. How Corey and India handled shipping was very professional and shit things down with respect to Corey’s girlfriend. That could have been used, but wasn’t. It wouldn’t have affected the season at all because the chemistry is intense regardless of relationship status.

Luke at her house while Nic was getting ready for the Glamour event. Nobody can tell me those weren’t Luke’s hands. THEY WERE! Yet no one can give a valid explanation as to why if they are in serious relationships with other people.

Okay, so these are just things I could think of without digging deeper into my brain. These are all facts (maybe except the hands, but nobody can convince me those aren’t his hands). In these times of silence I feel that a lot of people need these reminders sometimes.

No notes.

[goldfades]

38. "stay with me, please? i need you tonight. maybe for the rest of my life, if you're generous."

with jamie!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥���� 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 | jd⁹

♡ ─ word count | 1.6k

♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort, ANGST!! jamie being an asshole (but it was lowkey justified), mention of his injury/trade :((, thats all!

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay listen i forgot the prompt but the last few paragraphs basically describe what the prompt conveys if that makes sense, i still hope u enjoy it nonnie 😭🩷

Jamie had a pretty hard season, with him moving to Philadelphia unexpectedly and him being injured had really gotten to him. He's spent the last two weeks at home recovering and trying to get better as soon as he could, he wanted to be back on the ice as soon as possible. His injury added another layer of frustration. The pain, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on him. Hockey had always been his sanctuary, and the forced break on top of the trade felt like the whole universe was against him.

You entered the condo, sighing with exhaustion. The last couple months had been frustrating for you as well, but it didn't even come close to how Jamie was feeling. As you entered the small condo, you heard the shower running and assumed it was Jamie.

You put down everything and began starting on dinner, Jamie probably hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. You were worried for him, more than you could ever express. You'd always had faith in him even in the lowest of the lows but he had never been this low in his entire career. He'd always been a determined person but right now, it really did feel like the odds were stacked up against him.

You wanted to do everything in your power to make him happy again, even if it was for a fleeting moment before the world closing on him again. The smell of a home-cooked meal began to fill the air as you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing a comforting dish.

As you worked, your thoughts lingered on Jamie's struggles - the trade, the injury, and the emotional toll it all took on him. You understood the importance of hockey in his life, how it served as a source of purpose. Tonight, you wanted to provide not just a meal but a reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle, no matter what happens.

As your timer beeped, indicating that dinner was ready, you set the table, adorned with comforting dishes. The shower turned off, and soon Jamie emerged, his weariness evident in his movements. You gave him a warm smile, opening up your arms for a hug.

"I made your favorite,"

He slumped down to your height and embraced you tightly, sighing. You let him hug you before he slipped away from the embrace, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he did. The weariness in his pretty eyes spoke volumes, but so did the gratitude for the effort you put into making the evening a little brighter.

"Thank you," Jamie murmured, his voice a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. He walked over to the table and sat down as you brought waters from the fridge before sitting with him.

"How was your day?" You asked gently as you settled into the seat, glancing up to watch him.

"It was fine." He responded shortly as he began eating the food, avoiding your gaze. You knew he didn't want to come off bitter but it stung, you tried your best to not to take it personal. "You?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to maintain a casual tone. "Work had its moments, but nothing too exciting. I did manage to catch up with Maya over the phone today, she said she missed us back in California."

You knew you had messed up as you heard Jamie's fork hit the plate, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned California. You looked up and caught his tired gaze as he sighed.

"I'm sorry," you offered softly, regret lacing your words. "I didn't mean to bring up anything that might upset you. It's just habit to share little updates about people we know, you know?"

Jamie took a deep breath, and you could see the effort it took for him to compose himself. "It's okay," he finally replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed the words. "I just... miss the way things used to be."

His vulnerability hung in the air, and you felt a pang of empathy. The unexpected move to Philadelphia had disrupted not only his career but also the familiar life you both had in California. You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. "I miss it too, Jamie. But we'll make new memories here. It just takes time."

He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, your chest squeezing in hurt. He took the fork and continued to eat, choosing to stay silent. You didn't know why he was being so distant, so cold. You hated it but you couldn't resent him for it, you knew it wasn't his fault. That still didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

The room seemed to shrink with the silence, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against the plate. The unspoken tension between you and Jamie hung heavy in the air and despite your attempt to offer comfort, he withdrew further into his thoughts. As he continued to eat in silence, you couldn't shake the ache in your chest. The distance, both physical and emotional, left you feeling like a spectator in Jamie's struggle, unable to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing moment.

You had never had this problem with Jamie before, he communicated everything he felt so that it was easier for the both of you so this was new territory. What had changed? Why was he retreating into this new, silent version of himself? The questions lingered, unanswered, amplifying the sense of helplessness.

With a heavy sigh, you set your fork down, the clatter against the plate echoing the unease in the room. "Jamie," you began tentatively, your voice soft but carrying the weight of your concern. "I hate seeing you like this, I just want to help."

Jamie had finally slammed the fork down, looking up at you with agitated playing on his face. "You can't fucking help me, Y/N. Do you get that, is that simple enough for you? I can't breathe around you without you looking at me and trying to analyze it and help me. You look at me like I'm some kind of burden you need to carry, and I'm sick of it."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw emotion behind them stinging more than any physical blow. It was a side of Jamie you hadn't encountered before, and the harshness in his tone took you aback. There was silence as you both stared at each other and you saw the regret slowly seep into Jamie's expression.

You took a moment to collect yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before finally speaking. "I never meant to make you feel like a burden. I just care about you, and seeing you struggle hurts. I thought we could face it together, like we always have."

He lowered his gaze, a visible conflict playing out in his eyes. The regret painted across his face was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was grappling with the weight of his words. "I know I messed up," Jamie finally admitted, his voice softer now, remorse evident. "It's just... everything feels like too much right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, baby."

The pet name rolled off his tongue like honey as he spoke and you could see the old Jamie come back slowly as you gazed at him. You nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the emotions that had fueled his outburst.

"Everything will be easier if you just talk to me, Jamie." You paused, choosing your words carefully. "I want to understand, Jamie. I want to be there for you," you continued, your voice gentle but firm. "We can face whatever it is together. Just talk to me. Please."

He sighed, the conflict in his eyes softening. "I know, Y/N. I just... I'm not used to all of this. The move, the injury, it's like my whole world got turned upside down, and I don't know how to understand it."

You reached across the table, your hand finding his. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to carry it all on your own. I hate seeing you hurt like this, baby."

He squeezed your hand, the warmth of the gesture was filled with gratitude. "I don't want to push you away, Y/N. I just... I've always been the one who had it all figured out, you know? But this, it's different. It's overwhelming."

"You don't have to have it all figured out, Jamie. We'll navigate through this together. It's okay not to be okay, you don't have to play the part because at the end of the day, you're just human."

He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm just scared of losing everything, of losing myself in all of this mess."

The weight of his fears hung in the air, and you leaned in, your thumb gently caressing his hand. "You won't lose yourself, Jamie. I'm here to help you find your way back. We'll take it one step at a time."

For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of vulnerability hanging in the air. Then, slowly, he began to open up. The words spilled out, frustration, fear, and the overwhelming pressure he felt. As he spoke, you listened, offering support.

After the conversation, you laid next to him in the bed, his head laying on your chest. The silence was comfortable as you both began to seep into sleep, enveloped in one another. Your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his back as you held him close, your presence a reassurance that he wasn't alone ever.

The soft rhythm of his breathing matched the steady beat of your heart, as Jamie shifted slightly, his fingers finding yours in the darkness.

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[rapunzellovesbooks]

The way I just want to hug Luke Newton and apologize on behalf of the entire Polin fandom for the shit he had to go through over a f*** picture taken without his consent. Like, I get it was the crazies, but still. Being part of the Taylor Swift fandom and seeing how she disappeared for a damn year over a leaked video taken without her consent and taken out of context villainising her... I know it must have hurt. And we can say it was months ago and that he knows who his true fans are, but still, that stuff would affect anyone, specially someone as sensitive as he is. I usually mind my own business and do not ship real people, heck, I usually do not even go online and "protect" celebrities. I tend to just focus on the happy and celebrate the characters they play but something about that June 13th and the look on his face... it haunts me to this day. And I just feel very very bad for him still.

I am deeply aware of the fact that I know nothing about his life, not really. I only know about his feelings for Polin and Nicola, because he has spoken about them. I have access to the same amount of information as the rest of the world, the pictures and videos of their WT and behind the scenes, the interviews he has done. I do not know anyone in his life and I should not have to. Neither do I know Nicola. And hey, maybe it never happens. Maybe they are happy with someone else (I doubt it, but this is just a feeling I have) and their relationship remains unique and the millions of questions we have never get answered. My point is, I got into this fandom because seeing their bond brought me joy. I don´t think them having other people in their lives diminishes that, which is why the hate he got over one picture never sat right with me. I do not get how it affects someone´s viewing experience of a show. I do not understand why we are so focused on labelling people´s relationships, as if it is as easy as saying a pencil is pink or green. It makes me happy seeing their videos and waiting for crumbs. I have fun hoping that what I truly see as more than platonic feelings will come to fruition.

I write this because the world is in shambles right now. And the last thing anyone needs is to add more negativity to it. So, I hope that we can, in the Lukola fandom, be kind and focus on the good. I do not give a shit about paparazzi photos or whatever the "adjacents" or however you want to call them do. In fact, I have not once looked at A´s or JD´s SM, nor do I want to. They are human beings, but not the human beings I care about. Even if they are involved in Luke and Nic´s lives, I will never send them hate or bad mouth them. I have no idea what they are to them. All I know is what L and N have said about each other. And it has always been good. So, that is where I will be.

And, yes, I truly believe they will be together. And I will be happy with anything that suggests it so, cause this is supposed to be fun and joyful. I, unlike other people, do not label people as gf or bf UNLESS it comes directly from the people involved. And if anyone ever confirms or launches anything, I will still be here. Cause that is what shipping is. Not hate, not negativity, not putting other people down, not invading someone´s privacy, not thinking that a moment in time is forever (people break up all the time, there is no way to know if someone is still with someone if there was never a "launch" or whatever you want to call it).

It would make both Luke and Nicola sad to see that a connection that is supposed to bring people joy is putting people against each other. I know we were so well fed with content over so many months that now we hold onto every detail we have not dissected yet. I get it. I also miss them. But that is the way it is supposed to be. We are not supposed to know everything. We are just supposed to be grateful and happy for when something good related to them happens. That is all and that is my hope for this fandom.

Spread joy and leave the rest out of it. Spiralling only makes people dizzy. Let us "get some vision, bro" like Luke said.

Thank you for reading and, remember, be kind to one another.

[notsobravetoaster]

1 year anniversary on tumblr!!!!

How the time flies, am I right? Exactly a year ago, I decided to make this tumblr blog and made myself known as the "jd meme machine" (as I've been called). Since I like to go into emotional details, I'll keep it short this time: thank u to everyone in this wonderful community who has turned my life for the better, u guys are awesome and don't let anyone tell u otherwise.

What will the next year(s) bring? That I couldn't possibly tell u. If u could notice, there's a significant lack of memes as of recently. This is due to lack of lore, as I can't think of anything that wouldn't be just a retelling of my existing memes. I have also been more passionate about learning how to edit, so I focus on that (and u can watch my progress on ig and tiktok 😉shameless promo😉). But no matter what, I am not going anywhere, cause I made myself quite at home in this community.

Wish I had something more for this special occasion. Idk, u guys wanna ask me some questions??? Not jd related, could be anything to get to know me better (just don't be weird)

Once again, stay silly and keep being awesome

- Toast

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Stars are bright for a new future; George Weasley x reader

*Author's note*

Alright this is the LAST of the mini-series that I promised. For those that came across my Sirius Black daughter fic years ago and for the past few months had come in to see how I started to form a relationship between the reader and George, well now's the end of their journey. It's a long, ANGSTY road so buckle up, get your tissues ready and some comfort food, stuffed toy, fav pet idc.

Taglist:

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@waddles03

@queen-paladin

@plethora-of-things

@remussl0vers

@psychosupernatural

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I stood before the mirror at the Burrow and saw myself in my wedding dress.  Much like my Yule Ball dress, constellations of stars decorated the skirt of the dress and the bodice had a beautiful golden stitched design of the crescent moon cradling the North Star under it’s tip.  Molly, Ginny, Hermione, Luna and Fleur were all gathered around me as Molly was helping me adjust my veil.

“Oh (Y/n), you truly are a star in human form. My brother is so lucky to have you as his bride.” Praised Ginny.

“I’m the lucky one. But you Weasley’s not too heartbroken that I’m not sharing your name as per tradition.”

“George made his decision when he proposed the question. Trust me dearie they’ll be plenty of Weasley’s to go around but you are the last of the Black family. And who better to bring that family into a better light than you and my son?” Said Molly as she cupped my face.  I smiled at her and hugged her.

“Thank you for all you’ve done for me these past several years, mum.” I whispered to her.  I heard her softly gasp as she embraced me tighter to the point where I’d feel my bones pop.  A knock was soon heard and Harry’s voice came from the other side.

“Everyone descent?”

“We’re all good Harry.” Hermione called out.  He soon opened the door wearing his dark blue tux.

“Who would’ve thought you’d look good in Ravenclaw blue Harry Potter.” I couldn’t help but tease.

“It does make his eyes stand out, don’t they?” Luna stated.

“One day, you get this for one day.”

“That’s fine. But just know you would’ve made a fine honorary Ravenclaw in my books.”

“Alright then, come along now girls, the boys are waiting for you downstairs. Let’s give the bride and the brother some time alone.” Molly stated and soon she and the rest of my bridesmaids all left the room leaving Harry and I alone.  Harry came up to me and he said.

“You really do look beautiful (Y/n). And I know they would’ve thought so too.”

“It’s been two years since the War at Hogwarts. And 4 nearly 5 years since dad died. But it’s like dad once told us, the ones that love us—”

“Never really leave us.” Finished Harry with a soft smile.

“I just never thought George would be willing to do the wedding so soon. He was—broken when we lost Fred. Sure you and I have lost people we loved but I cannot imagine the pain of losing someone who you’ve practically shared a life with. The other half of your own person, especially since Fred was the oldest of the pair. George always followed in his brother’s shadow.”

“Which always amazed me of how you were the only one able to tell them apart. Or even know which one it was that you’d end up falling for.” I playfully shoved Harry.

“But it still hurts that he’s not here to see this day. When we finally got together, Fred always used to joke and tease us about wedding planning or how he’d set off the biggest firework display in the middle of the ceremony. And I’m talking about our exit out of Hogwarts when Umbridge was Headmaster level.”

“I would not want to be in Fred’s shoes if I had done that. A scary bride is one thing, a scary bride who can also transform into a puma at will is a whole other level of terrifying.”

“And that’s why you’re the best little brother ever.” I embraced him and kissed his cheek.  “Thanks for being the one to give me away.”

“You’ve been there for me many times before (Y/n). Figure I’d return the favor for the biggest day of your life.” He embraced me back.  “What is that amazing smell?” he asked after a brief moment of silence.  I separated from him and we both sniffed the air and said together.

“Chocolate.” We couldn’t help but softly laugh thinking about uncle Remus.  He always did say ‘a piece of chocolate is the key to a better day.’ And knowing of the chocolate fountain that was downstairs as well as a chocolate wedding cake, he would’ve enjoyed the dessert spread. 

“You ready Black?”

“Ready Potter.” He extended his arm out to me and I placed my arm through his and we walked out together of the house and headed outside where the ceremony was being held.

The sun was setting over the horizon basking the sky in a beautiful orange, pink and yellow glow.  The torches were lit along the walkway and George stood there with Minister Kingsley who would officiate the wedding.  George wore a similar dark blue tux with his special Weasley Wizard Wheezes tie and flashing pin.  He stared at me in complete awe and love and I couldn’t help but think back to everything that’s happened in the last two years.

*Fred’s funeral*

          It was finally over.  Voldemort was finally dead, Bellatrix was dead, Peter Pettigrew was dead.  But there was also a great loss on our side as well.  Many students as well as powerful aurors had lost their lives in the Second Wizard’s war.  The Marauders were all dead now that my godfather Remus has now joined with my dad and uncle James in the afterlife.  The same goes for Tonks after we had finally just started to get to know each other and naming me Teddy’s godmother.

But the biggest loss of all came from the Weasley’s.  Fred had been crushed when a wall had exploded from a Death eater’s attack.  Everyone was devastated but none so more than my George.

He lost the other half of his soul.  I may be his girlfriend but even I can’t compete with the bond that he and Fred shared.  So once the bodies had been counted for, we held a conjoined funeral for both Fred and Remus and Tonks.

Remus and Tonks were buried at Godric’s Hollow right next to my dad, aunt Lily and uncle James while Fred was buried within the borders of The Burrows.  I’ll never forget the sound of George’s screams of heartbreak the second Fred’s casket was being lowered.  He could barely keep himself standing as he fell to his knees crying hysterically.

I knelt down beside him and tried my best to console him but I knew it wasn’t enough.  One by one each member of the Weasley’s left, then Harry and Hermione leaving only George and I as the sun set in the background.

George was left a sullen shell as he stared at his older twin’s grave.  His eyes bloodshot red, his cheeks glistening with tearstains and the smile that I had fallen for time and time again seemed nonexistent, like he had never smiled before in his entire life and probably wouldn’t ever again.

We stayed at Fred’s grave all night and into the next morning.

He didn’t want to go back to the flat above the shop, nor did he wish to stay at the Burrows.  So I had suggested Grimmauld place.  We apparated there and I allowed him to stay in one of the bedrooms and sleep while I did some cleaning and prepared him a well-cooked meal.

He hadn’t really eaten at the funerals (hell neither did I really) so needless to say I was hungry was an understatement.  But it wasn’t until I had accidentally dropped the plates that it all suddenly hit me.  Fred, my brother was dead, my godfather was dead, my cousin turned godmother Tonks was dead, I was officially the last member of the Black Family.

I wept into my hands alone in the kitchen.

The world moved on and tried to heal.  Some managed to get back on their feet and continue on with life, while others were stuck in their grief.  This time around I had to stay strong for George, when I lost my dad I was broken and he was the one there to pick me up.

For days he never left his room, all I heard was either silence or the faint sounds of his sobbing whenever I’d go and check up on him or deliver his food.  Some days he wouldn’t even touch the food and other days there’d be a couple of bites out of a sandwich or the spoon had been dipped into the soup.

Days soon turned into weeks and I had to face reality.  The shop needed to be managed because we were running behind on the payments and nearly risking foreclosure on the property.  So nearly using every ounce of my father’s and mother’s inheritance they had left for me, I paid them what they owed plus interest to ensure George wouldn’t lose the only thing left of his brother he had.  Even if he never wanted to set foot in it again.

 With Ron’s help, the two of us came together and managed the shop together.  Of course its not to say that it wasn’t hard being back in the shop especially seeing all the products that came from the brilliance of Fred’s mind, especially the pranks and jokes that he’d pull on us back in the day.

But talking about it actually brought Ron and I got closer to each other as we’d reminisce over Fred’s memory and love for practical jokes and nautical nonsense.  He also asked me about George but when I stayed silent, he told me that his mum and Ginny were the same.

Apparently Molly had been seen finishing Fred’s Christmas sweater she had planned to give him this year before realizing that he’d never get to wear it and started bawling over it.  While Ginny had been seen sitting in Fred and George’s old room sitting on his bed holding a picture of the first time she would be leaving for Hogwarts.

He told me more about how each family member was taking the loss of Fred so hard, especially Percy.  Now I could honestly care less for that prick after all he did to them but I didn’t want to cause a scene within the grieving family.

How could someone abandon their family and treat them the way Percy did and then just switch back like nothing happened.  Hell there are days I wish that it was Percy that died and not Fred, after all he was there when Fred took the hit, why didn’t he do something about it?  But like I said, I didn’t want to cause a scene with the family.

After sweeping up and locking up the shop for the night, I left with the paperwork and sat there in the kitchen with papers scattered everywhere.  The dying lights of the hearth being my only source of light as I looked over everything.  Being co-owner meant that I was the next capable person to go over this type of stuff since George is—well.

When I went to stretch my arms out, I soon saw George standing at the kitchen door.

“George!” I wiped away the tired tears from my eyes. “I didn’t hear you come down.” The first time in a month he had finally left the bedroom.  His eyes sunken in and the light of his brown eyes seemed dead.  He was ghostly pale and thinner than I’ve ever seen him.  “Love, you okay?”

“Can I have a cup of tea?” He whispered hoarsely.  The first real request he’s asked for since before the battle at Hogwarts and it warmed my heart to hear him ask for something instead of hoping he’d take whatever I had given him.

“Coming right up.” He walked over and set down at the chair closest to me and I stacked away all the papers while reigniting the fireplace so that the tea could get boiling.  Once it was ready, I poured him his cup and set it down in front of him.

He slowly reached out and held it in his hands for a moment or two before lifting it up and taking a small sip.

“Do we have anything to eat?”

“Thanks to your mum we’ve got plenty of food to last us nearly ten years here. Been sending us pies and casseroles galore.”

“Did…..she send over a meat pie?”

“About seven of them. Would you like a slice?” he nodded and I sat up and got a plate ready then went into the fridge and took out of the pies that I had already started eating whenever I wanted to stuff my face while going through one of my depressed moods.  I warmed up the pie with a simple spell before having a piece be cut up and placed it onto the plate. “Here you are George. Tuck in.”

He cut into the tip of the pie and ate it.  His eyes closed as I could see the quiver from his lips as he got the taste of home once again.  I’ll admit even though she’d helped me, nothing will ever compare to a mother’s homecooked meal, especially if your mum is Molly Weasley.

Amazingly George managed to finish the pie right down to the last crumb as well as drink all the tea I had prepped for him.  He sat there before asking me.

“What were all those papers who had scattered out?”

“Just paperwork for the shop. Won’t have to worry about anymore foreclosures for a long, long time. But there’s also partnership deals with Zonko’s, inventory, delivery contracts, just the normal business stuff.”

“And you’ve been doing all of this on your own?”

“Not completely alone. Just the paperwork. Ron’s actually helped out in the shop. He’s quite the salesman when he wants to be. Really knows how to sell a product while reminiscing of said product being used on him. He may complain and grumble about it but I see that smile he tries to hide.” I turned to see George looking down shamefully.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“For what Georgie?”

“I’ve been such a soiled sod. Here you are trying to keep the ship from sinking and I’m just sulking not doing a bloody thing about it!”

“George.”

“If he were here, oh he’d give me hell for this. All our hard work and I’m almost about to toss it all away! Let it sink into the ground and…..”

“George Fabian Weasley!” I snapped.  I gripped his face in between my hands forcing him to look at me.  “You’re not a soiled sod, you’re grieving. I’ve been where you’ve been, trust me. Don’t you remember how distraught I was after my dad died? How angry and disassociated I was from the rest of the world?” he gave me a soft nod.  “But a wise and kindhearted man once told me that I didn’t need to slap a smile on my face and move on so quickly. He told me that I was allowed to feel what I wanted to feel, even if it meant taking a couple of steps backward.”

“Gee this fellow sounds pretty wise.” There he was.  I could see the hint of light of my Georgie in his eyes and the slightest twinge of his smile.

“And quite handsome if I must say.” Having played this quip back and forth I had expected him to reply with ‘The better looking one?’ but I saw as his face once again crumbled apart as he leaned in and hugged me.

“I miss him (Y/n). I miss him so much!” George wept into my neck.

“So do I George. So do I.” I brushed my fingers through his hair softly stroking his scalp and rubbed his back while he squeezed me as tight as he could while he continued to weep.

*6 months later*

As the months went by George started coming around bit by bit.  He had his off days where he’d go back to shutting himself up in the room but mostly he’d come out.  Eat a snack or two, drink some water or tea, help around the house, or just watch me as I do the paperwork.

Now that the Christmas holiday was around the corner, there were more owl-mail in orders from some of the parents or older siblings for the younger students who had just attended Hogwarts.  Molly had also sent in both mine and George’s presents.  I had gotten another Weasley Christmas jumper as well as a cute beanie with the Ravenclaw sigil on it.  George got a new scarf and a jumper of his own.

He looked at the jumper solemnly stroking the golden lettering that stood proudly at the center of it.  I reached out and took his hand.

“You doing okay, George?”

“I—” he dropped his gift and let out a sniffle before harshly wiping his eyes away.

“Hey,” I squeezed his hand before reaching out and taking his other hand.  I knelt down in front of him and pressed my forehead to his.  “What’s going on up there?”

“It……it doesn’t f-feel the same. Not without him. N—no more matching sets.” He choked out.  Tears slipped down past his eyelashes and I kissed his nose.

“I know. Like the first Christmas at Hogwarts when you two switched jumpers and went about calling each other the other’s names. That really threw me for a loop.”

“(Y/n) please I—I can’t hear any stories of him. I’m sorry I….” he stood up and ran back upstairs, his jumper falling in the middle of the kitchen and the doorway out.  I sighed deeply and walked over to pick up his jumper and hold it in my hands.

I pressed the jumper close to my chest as tears of my own fell down my face.  I headed outside and looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling under the half-moon.

“What do I do Freddie?” I softly pleaded.  “I’ve tried everything but—the only thing that could make George happy again is if you come back to life. You two share a bond that I can’t have with him. Please….tell me what to do. How do I help the man I love?” but they remained silent.

I put on George’s jumper and headed back inside and cleaned up the mess and stored the food away for later.  As I went to fill the stockings over by the fireplace, a picture over the mantle suddenly tipped over and was nearly about to crack when my cat reflexes came into play and I caught the picture.

As I went to put it back up, I saw that the picture was me and the twins on the grand opening of Weasley Wizard Wheezes.  The three of us standing outside the building dressed in our best.  Fred spinning me around before George took me in his arms and kissed me.

Even though he and I had been up all night reminiscing the past and eventually confessing our feelings for one another, it was still a great day.  We saw more sales than we could ever imagine within the first few hours of the day.  I smiled sadly and kissed the picture before setting it back down and decided to retire for the night.

The next morning, I peeked inside George’s room and saw him laying on the bed once again.  I brought him his jumper that I had worn to bed last night and set it over him.

“I’m gonna pop by the shop for a moment. I’ll be back later this afternoon, send Arella if you need me for anything, okay?” he remained still but I still gave him a kiss goodbye before apparating to the shop.

There really wasn’t anything to do.  Ron and I had decided to have the shop remain closed until the New Year and there wasn’t any new deliveries around the same time.  I just really wanted to be in the shop and think about all the memories of Fred.

Picking up each product that he had a hand in producing whether from his own hands or from his clever brain.  I stroked my hand over the puking pastilles before seeing the Skiving snack boxes just across from them.  Our last year of them finally getting the bugs out of the product before finally selling it as a collection, those first years didn’t know what hit them.

I looked up to my funny Umbridge dummy on the tight rope carrying the weight of crème.  While it had been my idea, it was Fred who made the design and brought my vision to light truthfully I didn’t even think he’d actually do it.  I just did it for shits and laughs but low and behold there it was calling it a brilliant idea to really stick it to the toad-faced bitch.

I went up the stairs to the next level and soon caught sight of the love potion products.  I walked over to it and picked up one of the bottles and observed it.

“I wonder if you gave this to George when testing it out? After all didn’t you once say that you tested all of these products on yourselves before selling it to others.”

“He tried to.” I jumped and saw George standing there.

“How did—”

“Floo powder.” He answered.  He was still in his pjs but that didn’t matter we weren’t opened so no one had to see him like this.  “Once we had the perfect brew for it, he constantly got me to test it out. Thinking that I’d finally have the balls to admit my feelings for you. And everytime I rejected it, he then threatened to test it out on you.”

“And what did you do?”

“What else? I drank the whole bloody bottle and threatened to use the Imperio curse on him if he dared to try testing it on you.”

“So threatening.” I teased as I set the potion down and wrapped my arms around his waist.  George pulled me closer to him.  “There was only one man meant for me, and no love potion is ever gonna change that.” He squeezed me tighter.

“So—you and Ron really kept this ship from sinking.”

“Don’t underestimate little Ronald. Like I said he knows how to be a salesman. And being co-owner you’d think you’d have more faith in me.”

“You? Never.” He kissed my forehead before looking around the shop and walked off.  I slowly trailed behind him and saw him go over to the ‘Caramel Cat-titude cough-drops.’

“This was one of the first original ideas we had.” He said.

“I thought it was the nosebleed nougats?”

“No. This was it. When you told us that you were an animagus and you showed us your other form. Fred thought it’d be brilliant to make a cough drop out of it. While getting the taste of caramel, there’s a salty taste to it and it gives you the attitude of a cougar for about 30min.”

“At first I had no idea why you guys needed a sample of my fur until I had seen Alicia throwing a fit after your loss to us at Quidditch our third year. She even let out a cougar roar.”

“She’ll swear up and down that you cheated.”

“I can’t let Harry get all the wins now can I?” a brief smile came across his face when I reached up and grabbed the Instant thoughts beans.

Pop one of these babies into your mouth and instantly you’ll be bursting out the first though that’s in your head.  It’s not quite as powerful as the Veritaserum spell but it forces the eater to just speak their thoughts no matter how random they were, whether being asked a question or not.

“Did I ever tell you that my parents got together because of the Veritaserum spell?” I asked him.

“Oh rubbish.”

“No, no it’s all true. My dad and uncle James had switched out my mum’s favorite cup of tea for Veritaserum. And instantly she started blabbering every secret, including her feelings for my dad. She swore to never forgive him for it but he soon wooed her over. But it took a lot of work please believe it.”

“But it worked out in the end for them. You’re the final product of their love story.” George said as he wrapped his arms from behind me swaying us from side to side.

“George, what made you want to step into the store? Not that I’m not happy you’re here. I mean you just left the house for the first time in months. But I’m just curious, why?” he sighed as he buried his face into my neck.

“Truthfully I didn’t even want to leave. But as I went to see the stockings, I saw the picture of the three of us together on the opening day of the shop. And hearing you trying to tell the story of our first Christmas at Hogwarts as friends, I guess…..I wanted to try and remember more. But it hurts everytime I think about him. Hell even looking into a mirror hurts because……” I reached up and cupped the side of his face with my right hand.

“When my dad died, all I kept thinking about were the memories of the two of us together. Sure thinking about them did hurt me on the inside but there was something else there to. The love he had for me, and that I had for him. 12 years of being locked up in Azkaban and he never once gave up on the love he had for me. He told me that just remembering my face and saying my name filled him with a light that not even the Dementors could take away from him. And even from the short time we had at the time before he was taken, he held onto those memories keeping them buried deep inside so that his sanity would remain if there ever came a day that we’d be reunited again.”

George and I looked at one another as I turned in his arms cupping his face.

“And even though—he’s gone. The memories you two shared together will always be there. And yeah while it will hurt to talk about or even think about, they’ll eventually turn into the love that you both shared and had for one another. So always hold onto that my darling, and the pain of losing him won’t hurt as much. Because he wouldn’t want your memories together to be filled with pain, like he said—”

“The world deserves a good laugh every once in a while.” We both softly laughed.

Oh Merlin how have I missed that laugh, and that smile of his.  I stroked his cheeks as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him.  George wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up as our lips refused to break apart.

A true loving and heartfelt kiss was made between us.  A mixture of love and sorrow.  I knew he was still hurting but there was still the love that he always made sure to bring forth everytime he kissed me in the past.  And bit by bit, hopefully George would be able to full accept his grief but not let the sorrow consume him.

*One year later*

After braving of going back into the shop and helping me manage it, George felt that it was time to reconnect with the family again.  He hadn’t spoken a word to the rest of his family since the funeral.  Of course, Molly and Arthur sent their love whenever they could whether it was through Christmas presents or just friendly letters letting him know they were thinking of him and that they loved and missed him.

So we had taken the Floo powder to the Burrow and when we had arrived, we were immediately greeted by Molly.  The warmth sparkle in her eyes lit up just a bit more as she first greeted me.

“Welcome home (Y/n) darling.”

“Hey Molly, been awhile. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to visit lately, the store’s just kept me busy.”

“Oh no matter dearie. So long as you take the time to visit me. Running a business is a full time commitment.”

“Without her we would’ve lost it.” George spoke up.  Molly turned to her son and tried her best to not look sympathetic as she walked up to him and embraced him.  George hugged his mother back.

“You’ve gotten skinnier last time I saw you George. Come on, you’re just in time for lunch.”

“Really mum I’m not—”

“Oh don’t you give me that! You may not live here anymore but you’re still my son and I won’t have my boys go hungry. If you won’t listen to (Y/n) you’ll surely listen to me.” She then went straight for the kitchen and he muttered to me.

“You had to tell her that?”

“You know you can’t hide anything from your mother.” We walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table.  It nearly felt like old times of us sitting at the Weasley family table where the only thing we had to worry about was trying to hide the latest Weasley prank product from Molly.

The sound of footsteps came down the stairs and soon Ron and Ginny made themselves known.  Ginny stared at her big brother in shock and muttered his name.

“Hey Gin.” She walked up to him and gave him a hard punch at his shoulder.  George exclaimed in pain but before he could say anything, Ginny immediately hugged him.

“Welcome back you dummy.” George wrapped his arm around his little sister and whispered.

“Sorry it took so long sis. And sorry to worry you so much.”

“You’re here now. And I hope you’ll visit around more often, especially since I’m getting closer to my own graduation at Hogwarts.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Ginny kissed her brother’s cheek before sitting down.  Ron and George shook hands before embracing each other as well and George thanked Ron for helping me with the shop but Ron brushed it off and told him it wasn’t a big deal.

“Afternoon Weasleys!” Arthur’s voice soon proclaimed.  We all greeted him back as he came walking through the kitchen door entrance.  When Arthur spotted us, he greeted us softly and George greeted his father back with a sad smile.

Arthur immediately embraced his son and told him.

“Glad to have you home son.”

“Thanks dad. Sorry that I—”

“I understand George. You and…..and Fred. You two were something special from the day you both were born. We all missed him but you had a stronger bond than any of us could ever know.”

“Alright Arthur, have a seat and tuck in. I’ve made everyone’s favorite.” Molly spoke up and we all gathered around and had a comforting lunch.

As the day went on, we had all just sat around the family living room and just talked.  Ginny told us about her offerings for playing professional Quidditch once she graduated, Ron had said that he had been offered a position as an Auror and was thinking about taking it. 

He also talked about Harry and Hermione.  How he and Hermione had managed to find a place of their own and how well Harry was doing as an Auror for the Ministry.

I felt George take my hand and raise it up to his lips as he kissed the back of my hand.  I smiled softly at him and squeezed his hand three times.  I. Love. You.  He squeezed back the same number of times before he stood up and said.

“I uhh—I actually have an announcement to make.” Okay now this was a surprise.  Ginny turned to me and looked at me and mouthed.

‘Do you know?’ I shook my head no.

“I….I’m actually glad this time around this house isn’t crowded with people. I just want to have this announcement first be made by family members only.” He turned to me and took my hand once again and stood me up.  “This past year has been…..hell. For all of us. We lost—we lost one of our own but if it weren’t for this saint of a woman I don’t know where I would be. (Y/n), you once said that I was your light at the end of your dark tunnel. Well this past year you became my light in my dark tunnel. And I never want to risk losing you.” He got down on one knee as Ginny and Molly let out a gasp.  I felt my feet root into the very ground as George held my left hand while reaching into his pocket.  “(Y/n) Celeste Black, will you marry me?”

He opened the small red box up to reveal a beautiful diamond engagement ring.  For once tears of joy fell down my face as I nodded and told him.

“Yes.” He smiled softly and took the ring out of the box and placed it on my ring finger.  He stood up and we embraced each other tightly as the rest of the Weasley’s all cheered and gathered around in a group hug.

“I finally get my favorite sister in law!” Ginny cheered.

“About bloody time, I thought Hermione and I were gonna have to get married before you two.” Joked Ron.

“Oh hush up Ronald Weasley!” reprimanded Molly.  We all separated from our group hug and Molly cupped my face into her hands.  “We always knew you’d make it into the family (Y/n) dear.”

“Now it’ll be official. (Y/n) Weasley.”

“Actually dad she won’t be a Weasley.” George spoke up.  We all turned to George in confusion.

“What do you mean love?” I asked.  He took my hands again and held them up between us.

“You are the last member of the Black family lineage. You may not have liked or known most of that family but it is yours. And I feel like with you, we could change the name ‘Black’ into a more respected and prosperous family. I’d like to take on the name Black once we are married.”

“George you—you sure about this?”

“I’ve thought it over and I wouldn’t do this with anyone else.” He stroked under my chin lovingly.

“So does that mean we’ll have to rename the shop?” asked Ron.

“No, it’ll stay the same. In Fred’s honor. I’m sure he would’ve accepted my decision to do this.”

“I’m sure he would George.” Arthur said proudly.

“George Fabian Black.” I tested the name, “It’ll take some getting used to but—I could see the potential of it.”

“Besides dear, they’ll be plenty of Weasleys to come around. I agree with George. You’re not like the rest of your family and I think with you, you could change your family name into something good.” Molly said.

“Thank you Molly, thank you all.”

“Now then, best be off to bed. We’re gonna get started bright and early with the wedding plans.” Molly gestured to all of her kids.  I turned to George and had flashbacks to Bill and Fleur’s wedding preparations.

Oh yeah Mama Weasley the wedding planner was back and this time she had a wedding she’s been waiting for.  So best not to anger her.

*End of Flashback*

Harry and I stood before George and Minister Kingsley and Harry and I turned to each other and he lifted my veil over my head before kissing my cheek.

I smiled at him and he gave me a soft smile back before he went up to George and the two of them shook hands with each other before he went to join alongside the other Groomsmen.

George held out his hand and I immediately took it as he helped me step onto the gazebo and we stood before Minister Kingsley as he said.

“Family, friends, and honored guests. We have gathered here today to celebrate the union of this young wizard and witch in wedding bliss. Magic is and has always been our way of life, powerful spells and hexes have been the wizards bread and butter. But what some may not know is that there is a magic more powerful than even the most powerful of spell, or even the most powerful of curses. Love is a magic unlike any other, and there is no greater love than the witch and wizard that stand before you now.”

George and I smiled at each other as we continued to hold each other’s hands.

“It is to my knowledge that the bride and groom have each prepared their own vows for one another. George Weasley, you may speak first.” George and I turned to face each other, each of us grabbing the other’s free hand.  George rubbed the back of my hands as he said.

“(Y/n) Celeste Black. For years it had just been the—the Weasley twins. Never did I think I could form such a bond with someone who wasn’t……who wasn’t Fred. But like a cheeky raven who wouldn’t fly away, you stuck around.” Myself and the crowd all had a good laugh at that statement.  “You were a true Ravenclaw through and through from your strategic planning to your clever ideas. Your brilliant mind is what became a beacon and I knew I had to keep you in my life. In time I saw just who you really were. Your loyal heart, your kindness, your willingness to lend a helping hand, and even willing to love someone like me. You’re my best friend, the love of my life, my Northern Star in the sky guiding me back to home. And I solemnly swear to spend the rest of my life giving you as much love as you have given me.”

“Ms. Black, now you.” Minister Kingsley said to me.

“George Fabian Weasley, I spent most of my life in the dark. People always judged me based from my name, I thought I would forever be alone in the dark tunnel. But a wise man once told me, ‘Even in the darkest of places, you can still find a glimmer of light.’ You became my light. Your humor, your wit, but it was also your empathy that made me feel a love that I thought I wasn’t worthy of. You saw me not for my name, but the girl I was just trying to be. And I solemnly swear to be your Light in the dark tunnel just like you have been for me.”

“The vows have been spoken, may we have the rings?” Ron and Hermione each gave us our rings and George was to go first.  “Mr. Weasley repeat after me; I George Fabian Weasley.”

“I, George Fabian Weasley.” He repeated.

“Take you, (Y/n) Celeste Black as my wizardly wedded wife.”

“Take you, (Y/n) Celeste Black as my wizardly wedded wife.”

“In sickness and in health, from now until the end of my days.”

“In sickness and in health, from now until the end of my days.”

“I promise to love and cherish you.”

“I promise to love and cherish you.”

“So long as we both shall live.”

“So long as we both shall live.” George slid the wedding ring onto my finger.  Squeezing my hand three times as I tried to keep the tears in.

“And now you Ms. Black.” I repeated the same vows to George and as I finished, I slid on his wedding band and squeezed his hand three times giving him my reply.

I love you too.

“By the power vested onto me as Minister of Magic I now declare these two as Mr. and Mrs. Black. You may now kiss your bride.” George cupped the side of my face and lowered his head down to capture my lips and we shared our first passionate kiss as husband and wife.

The crowd cheered as our closest school mates, favorite professors, and family members all applauded as George and I were finally married.

The reception was done under the tent as the stars and full moon shone brightly.  Beautiful music was playing as we all celebrated the night away.  The tossing of the bouquet was enjoyable as my friends all tried to get the bouquet (of course Hermione was the one to catch it in the end) and when the garter was tossed, Ron (who wasn’t really a part of it) still managed to get a hold of it as it was flung towards him.

George and I had our first dance as husband and wife and dancing with him brought me back to the night of the Yule Ball when my feelings for him truly started to come to light.  Just like that night, George had us chest to chest with each other, our arms wrapped around each other’s waist and neck as we swayed to the love song playing in the background.

George then lifted me up into the air making me giggle before we would resume our dance once again.  And not once did we break our focus from each other’s gaze.  It was like each of us was trying to memorize the other’s facial detail down to the last freckle or eyelash.

As the night went on, I’d gaze up at the stars and anxiously as the time to give George his wedding gift was getting close.  I let out a yelp as George playfully let out a growl as he buried his face into my neck.

“You really can’t get used to that by now, can you?”

“Why bother, you know you love it when you scare me near to death.”

“Not all the time. I just love hearing all those sounds you make. Like you will soon once everyone clears out.” I flicked his forehead and said.

“Before all that good stuff, I’d like you to come with me.”

“Ooo sneaking off at our own wedding. The scandal.” He gasped mockingly as he swayed us from side to side.

“We’re already married you rotter. The cakes been cut, dance has been done and speeches have been said. I don’t think anyone will miss us for a few minutes.”

“Very well, lead the way Mrs. Black.”

“Follow me then, Mr. Black.” I took his hand and we left the reception and headed further out into the fields of the Burrows.  Once George began to realize where we were heading, he stopped.

“(Y/n).” he said anxiously.

“I know love, but do you trust me?” I said turning to face him as I squeezed his hand comfortingly.  He gave me three squeezes back and I gave him a nod telling him that he could take the first step into where we were going.  He took a deep breath before walking forward until we came to an open field.

There a pine tree now stood where at the foot of it lay a grave that read the familiar wording:

Fredrick Gideon Weasley

Born April 1st, 1978

Died May 2nd, 1998

Loyal brother, son, friend and wizard

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good”

George and I stood before Fred’s grave and he turned to me and asked.

“Why are we here?”

“As my dad once said, the ones that love us never really leave us. In my mum’s journals and spell books, her family believed that when a loved one’s spirit dies, they can be chosen to become one of the stars in the night sky. And if it is written by the stars themselves, they can be called back and have one chance to talk with those they left behind in the afterlife.”

I pulled from my dress a vial filled with a crystal clear liquid.  One would think I had filled it with giggly water or something from the fountain of youth. 

It was a potion that I had found in one of mum’s spell books.  The spell would only work if used under the same star constellations as when you had lost the person you wish to talk to.  Even though a lot had happened, being a Celestial witch I knew the stars better than any other witch or wizard.  And when I had found out that our wedding night would have the same star constellations as the night Fred died, I knew I had to prepare this potion quickly.

I only just hope I brewed it correctly because the spell can only work for so long before the stars shift out of place.

“So you’re—saying that I….that we can…..”

“If I brewed it right, one drop of this should call forth his spirit but there’s not much time left. The stars are exactly aligned now but they’ll shift soon. And they won’t align like this for at least 11 years.”

“I…….(Y/n) I…..” tears burned in Georgie’s eyes as he embraced me tightly.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Georgie.” He separated from me and took the vial from me and stood before Fred’s grave.  He took the cork off but before he could tip the vial over, he turned to me and extended his hand.

“Together?” I smiled and came up to him and placed my hand over his that held the vial and I said.

“Together.” At the same time we tipped the vial over and a single drop landed at the center of Fred’s grave.  We waited a few minutes but nothing happened.

My heart began to race as I grabbed the vial out of George’s hand and shook my head.

“But I…..”

“It’s alright love.” George assured me.

“No George this—this was supposed to be your wedding gift. I-I don’t understand it…..I slaved over this potion to ensure it would do at least something.”

“Who says it didn’t?” both George and I froze.  Slowly we turned around and there stood Fred Weasley.

He wore the same outfit he was wearing that night at the Battle of Hogwarts.  His face now clear of soot and dirt and his eyes gleaming with mischief and of starlight.  And that cheeky smile, Merlin how I have missed that smile of his.

“You were the best potion maker in our year, even Snape couldn’t deny that. So why doubt yourself now?” George was frozen as he stared at his twin brother’s spirit.  I held my hand to my chest as a single tear of happiness fell down my face.

I knew it. I knew it, deep down I knew it had to be true.  If anyone’s soul deserved to be a star it was most definitely Fred Weasley.

“Freddie.” George softly gasped.

“Hey Georgie,” Fred stepped forward and gave him a nod of approval, “You did it mate, you married the girl of your dreams. And about bloody time too.” I chuckled watery while George smiled nodding at Fred’s statement.  He then directed his attention to me and he said with a warm smile, “I know you’ve heard this all day but you’re gonna hear it one last time. You look absolutely radiant (Y/n).”

“Thank you Fred.”

“Your parents and Remus think so too.” Now I felt my body froze.

“You—wha?”

“They wanted me to tell you that they were watching the entire time. And that they are so proud of you, in everything you’ve done then and for everything you’ll do in the future to come.” He said warmly.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I felt an overwhelming bit of emotions wash over me.  Now hearing from Fred whose seen my parents and Remus in the afterlife and hearing that they’re actually still watching over me (and not just in a metaphorical or theoretical sense), I couldn’t contain my tears.

“Oi now, this is your wedding day. I shouldn’t make either the bride or the groom turn into weeping willows.”

“Oh shut up you sod!” George groaned.

“There’s the Georgie I know.” We all laughed as George and I both wiped our tears.  The three of us stood before each other as Fred said.  “George, I need you to do me this one thing mate.”

“What’s that?”

“Keep smiling. I know these last two years without me haven’t been easy, cause let’s face it I was the better looking twin.” George scoffed as he rolled his eyes.  “But the world needs a laugh now more than ever. We opened our shop during the war so that everyone could have a laugh even in the dark times. Well now everyone needs a laugh to recover from the pain and loss that everyone’s been suffering. Including you. And while your lovely wife has tried to do her best, she needs help. She needs you. After all, you were always the one who made it his mission to get her to laugh every day.”

“Yes. That was the first thing I truly loved about her.”

“And boy did I not hear the end of that.” Laughter once again rang out in our circle.  Fred then turned his attention to me and reached out to me and I felt this warmth overcome me as he touched my cheek.

It may not have been his normal warmth, but it was like touching someone who had just come inside from a warm, summer’s day.

“As for you sister fox, keep an eye on this one.” He said gesturing his head towards George.  “Just because he’s now your husband don’t fall for any of his tricks if he’s hiding something. You know how stubborn he can be.”

“As a Hippogriff.”

“Oi!” George exclaimed.  Fred and I laughed and he whispered to me.

“Also your dad wanted me to tell you that he and Remus are both willing to haunt Georgie boy if he steps out of line with you.” I rolled my eyes.

“Padfoot and Moony. They always did like me more from our days with the Marauder’s map.”

“What’s not to like? I volunteered to join them as well. Just because he’s my brother doesn’t mean I’m gonna side with him if he hurts you.” He slowly took his hand off my face but I could still feel the warmth of his touch on my cheek.

“I promise Fred.” I told him.

“We’ll do our best to make you proud.” George vowed.

“You both already have.” Fred answered us with an assuring smile.  George bowed his head and I saw his shoulders beginning to shake.  He whimpered as he stepped forward and embraced his twin brother tightly.  Fred embraced him back as George wept.

“I wish you were still here.”

“Me too.” Fred choked out as I saw a crystal tear fall from his face.  George continued to cry into his brother’s shoulder as he gripped Fred tighter before finally letting him go.  Fred then turned to me (seeing them embrace had made me bawl like a baby) as I too immediately embraced him.

That same warmth now encompassed my entire body as he held onto me.  A soothing rub on my back made it feel like everything was okay.

“I love you so much Freddie.”

“I love you too sis. I’ll be waiting for you both soon. But not too soon I hope.” I sniffled and as I separated from him, his body soon faded away until nothing but stardust was left as it headed back up into the sky.

“Freddie……I love you my brother.” George whimpered as he just stared at the spot where Fred once stood.  George continued to let out a few shaky breaths before finally exhaling calmly.  His body now still, he turned to me and came up to me and embraced me.  “Thank you my darling, for letting me say goodbye to him. I love you.”

“I love you too George.” We looked at each other and he kissed my lips so gingerly before we looked up at the stars and bid our final farewell to Fred.

*13 years later*

12 Grimmauld Place was once a desolate place of darkness and hate had now been fully remodeled into a place of warmth, laughter and most of all love.  The running of feet pounded through the upper levels of the complex and I rolled my eyes shaking my head as I continued on with preparing dinner.  But when I heard a loud slam and a young female scream out.

“Mama! Mama!”

“Alright up there!” I exclaimed.  “Someone better be bruised, bleeding or dead for me to unleash the cat!” I soon heard the thundering footsteps come down as three 11 year olds.

Two boys and one girl.  The girl was practically a splitting image of me from when I was 11, same hair and everything including mine and her grandfather’s eyes.  The two boys were nearly identical except one had my dark hair while the other inherited his father’s ginger colored hair.  Both boys had their father’s eyes and nose from when he was their age.

“Mama, Sirius and Freddie were tag-teaming me again!” the girls whined out as she kept rubbing her head.

“Not true mum!” the boys chorused together.  The ginger-haired boy said.

“(M/n) started it!”

“Ladies do not start fights but they can finish them!” the dark haired boy stuck his tongue out and I reprimanded.

“Sirius Remus Black, put your tongue back in your mouth we are not a snake.”

“That’s right, snakes aren’t allowed in this house.” George’s voice soon said.

“Dad!” all three children raced over to their father and hugged him.  George set his briefcase down and embraced his triplets giving them each a kiss on the head.  I smiled at the loving greeting George always did with the kids and following right behind him I saw our first born daughter Rowena Nymphadora Black.  She, like her brother Fred, inherited her father’s red hair but had my eyes.

“Rowena, tell the boys that ladies don’t start fights but they can finish them.” Her little sister (M/n) said.

“Fred, Sirius, how many times do I have to tell you two dinguses that picking a fight with a lady will only lead to bad luck? Especially when she’s my favorite sibling.” She told her younger brothers.

“Just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you’re the best prankster in the family.” Fred snide out.

“Never underestimate your sister there Freddie.” George said as he took him aside.  “Ravenclaws are a clever, silent bunch. Believe it or not your mum got the best of me and your uncle back in our days at Hogwarts. Just don’t tell her I said that.” He whispered the last part.

“I heard that.” I called out.  “Alright kittens move aside, matriarch of the house coming through.” The kids stepped aside as George and I kissed each other.

“Dad! Dad! We got our Hogwarts letters delivered today!” Sirius exclaimed as he and the kids all raced over to the kitchen table.

“They wanted to wait for you and Rowena to get back to open them.” I told them.

“Ohh well let’s waste no time.” George said as we all sat around the table and the triplets opened up their letters and read them aloud:

“Dear Mr. (Ms.) Black, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” They continued to read the letters out loud and once it ended with Headmaster McGonagall’s signature, the triplets cheered and there was hugs and kisses going all around.

“Alright, alright you three. Our deal was that you three could stay up until your dad and Rowena came home, now say goodnight. We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow to get your school supplies.”

“Dad could we buy some stuff at the shop to take to school?” Fred asked.

“Do you think I wouldn’t allow my own children to miss out on bringing forth Weasley Wizard Wheezes products on their first day of school? The audacity!” George gasped dramatically which made me roll my eyes.  “We’ll stop by and see what we can find after we get the rest of your school supplies. Now go on you lot, off to bed.” The triplets took off racing upstairs while Rowena started up behind when George called out, “Oh and Rowena love.” She stopped at the bottom of the stairs turning to face her dad, “Don’t think I’m not going to ask about you and that Slytherin chap who was at the store today.”

“What Slytherin boy?” I asked.

“Dad please! He’s just a friend!”

“Your mum and I were just friends, and look how we turned out.” George said as he pulled me close nuzzling his face into my neck.  Rowena gagged before racing up the stairs into her room.

“What’s this about a boy?”

“Apparently our little girl has fallen for a Slytherin chap in her year. Said they’ve been friends since second year after they became partners during potions class. But from the way he was holding her hand, I think there’s a bit more than friendship blossoming between them.”

“Like we were any better?”

“Hey I was always a gentleman.” I felt him give my butt a slap which made me yelp before I punched his arm as he laughed.  Before I could get away, he grabbed hold of me holding me chest to chest to him.  “I count my blessings every day that we met on the train, and that you managed to fall for the better looking Weasley twin.”

“Like I said, my heart knew what it wanted. Though your ego could stand to be taken down a beg or two.”

“That’s one of the many qualities that makes me charming.” We laughed softly before he captured my lips with his in a soft and passionate kiss.  “I love you (Y/n) Celeste Black.” His hot breath breathed across my lips sending shivers up my spine.

“And I love you, George Fabian Black.” I whispered back before kissing him again.

Life has it’s ups and downs.  Some good and some bad, we’ve been through hell and back in our brief lives but I count my blessings and thank the stars above that I at least had George Weasley in my life through it all and I know that’ll stay that way until the end of our days.

[sinnersmovie]

hey!! Those gifset for scrubs looks amazing!! 

https://www.tumblr.com/billysjoel/776944203704975360/scrubs-jd-elliot-turk-pscentral-event-36?source=share

would you mind doing a tutorial on how you made the colouring and colour isolation and text effects on the second gif? 

hi, thank you so much!! this is the post and i'd be more than happy to make a tutorial for you!

so, i'll start with the coloring:

step 1: as with almost every single coloring/psd i make, i start with a blank brightness/contrast layer set to screen. this is especially helpful with really dark scenes! in this case, i left it at 100% opacity, but sometimes i'll decrease it if it blows out the scene.

step 2: curves. i rarely, if ever, manually adjust this layer and instead use the eyedropper tools. click the black eyedropper (1) and then click on the blackest part of the scene and then use the white eyedropper (2) to select the whitest part. in this case, it didn't make a huge difference, but this is a big help with heavily tinted scenes.

step 3: selective color. my next step is always adjusting the blacks and neutrals (and sometimes whites) in selective color. how much i adjust these totally depends on the scene and messing around with the neutrals can definitely affect the skin tone of people of color, so keep that in mind!

step 4: color balance. this step is usually optional for me, but i found the scene was leaning kind of yellow. again, this will vary dependent on the media you're coloring, so my best advice is to play around with the sliders and see what works!

step 5: gradient map. after this, i added a black & white gradient map set to soft light and reduced the opacity to 25% just to add a bit more contrast and depth to the blacks.

step 6: brightness/contrast. another blank layer set to screen and set the opacity to 15% to brighten things up just a little.

step 7: vibrance +50.

step 8: selective color. adjusting the blacks and neutrals again.

step 9: selective color. my favorite part is just cranking the blues and cyans the FUCK up lmao

step 10: selective color (again) on cyan and blue (again).

step 11: selective color under the reds because elliot's face was looking pretty red.

step 12: selective color under the yellows. again, i recommend just playing around to see what slider does what. a little can go a long way!

and that's it for the general coloring that i used for all the gifs in this set. for the next part, you'll either want to be proficient with keyframes or pick a scene where your main character doesn't move much (this will make life so much easier).

step 13: create a new layer (ctrl+shift+n or layer > new > layer). choose the color you want to use and either fill the layer using the paint bucket tool (g) or use a brush (b) to color it all in. you should have something like this now:

step 14: set the layer to color (or another blending mode of your choosing) and apply a layer mask (the 3rd icon across the very bottom).

step 15: with the layer mask selected (as you see above), not the color thumbnail, use a soft black brush and color over your character. this will remove the blue from from whatever areas you color. if you need to "undo" what you've colored, switch to white (x) and that will bring back whatever you color over.

step 16: typography. i've actually done a few tutorials showing how i do my text like this, so check out this one, this one, or this one!

if you have any other questions, please let me know! i'm happy to help however i can!

[carylmeanslove]

How could she take him to an event like that? I can't believe she did that when Luke should have been the one she went to this event with seeing as it is a nomination for a scene they are both in and one where Luke was incredible in. Having been overlooked and also undermines her work in Big Mood! This isnt even meant to be me taking into acct that they are married! Dont they want to go out for a night together? I am not even going to get into the stuff after. I can't wrap my head around what they are doing. It really felt like we were nearing an end with A/As family pushing so much with the fake timeline cyprus picture and looking forward to J getting close to starting promotion for WIFLFAG where he certainly will be asked about his sexual identity or his relationship status. Then we get her bringing J with her to something is supposed to be about her and Luke's work? Make it make sense.

A little reminder. "If I’m lucky, I’ll have a friend coming with me." - Nicola Coughlan for Harper's Bazaar (She loves taking friends to events = JD is a friend.)

About Nicola bringing JD the other night. Have you thought that maybe it might be because the NDA obligations haven't been completed yet? They won't be hard launching until all the obligations of the NDA contractual agreement have been met.

On the other hand, there is a chance they have been completed & they are now having to quickly do some stuff they need to do for the post launch time. But this time it's not on Luke if he has completed his side. Nicola likely wanting to take some of the heat off her hubby. I'm sure Daddy Luke was overjoyed to have one on one Daddy/Baby bonding time with BN. The BAFTA TV nominee PARTY (Not the actual awards, it WAS the same as the BOSS event.) was so a copy & paste of the BOSS event in numerous ways. It screams them getting their ducks in a row at least to me it does. Both of them have had their times of getting it done. I think Nicola even says something close to what Luke said to A at BOSS to JD at that party if I'm not mistaken. Again, so very much the same.

I know that it's frustrating to have to see all this when we want to see truth. To see the real love story brought out into the light, but we have to try to be patient. I know it's not easy at times. It's just that we don't know what is going on BTS. We have to trust that Luke & Nicola know what they are doing, what they have to do to get it done. I doubt they would want to drag it out any more than they absolutely have to.

& finally, yes, I agree with you about The WILFAG press. They will be very likely bringing up JD's sexuality & relationship status in interviews. Which makes all this make even more sense. They are running out of time for them to get the copy & paste event of the BOSS event. It had to be this one due to the fact that Cannes wouldn't be a copy & she wouldn't bring JD to the actual BAFTA TV awards. It's too official. That is when it would be an utter travesty to bring her gay friend & not her hubby/co-star. I believe if Lukola aren't going to do a launch at Cannes, I believe they could do some pre-launching prepping there though because there is no way Luke isn't going to be going. It's too big of an honor for her, for him not to go to support his wife. We might not see him, but he will be there. That is where her husband belongs. Just like I'm sure he was at the TIME Gala & the Harper's Bazaar WOTY event, in the background, but not missing her special nights. Her ever-faithful hubby, love of her life & best friend.

P.S. But, guess who wasn't there on those very special nights or even with her on Christmas & New Year's Eve/Day?

ETA: It was actually JD that said the similar thing to Nicola that Luke said to A at the BOSS event. "We're almost done". Jake's "We're almost done" from Luke's "Let's get this done" I am hoping this means we are almost done with all this PR fakery.

[newtsgirl122]

01/28/2025

So Federal Aid to everything from the police to colleges and universities is on hold until further notice - originally supposed to take effect yesterday but it's only temporary. Now it will take effect on February 3rd. They want to make sure everything is following "Trump's policies, executive orders, and agenda in regard to DEI, woke gender ideology, transgenderism, and the Green New Deal"

So, I, a single mother in History, will probably be kicked from my program and denied funding for my education. Which just fuels my desire to learn more in the field of mechanics. But that should be my choice, not a forced second option.

I feel like I'm writing one of those letters in The Handmaid's Tale to be published for the rest of the world to hear.

What am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to care for my daughter if I am being pushed from a higher education and eventually the work force? JD Vance clearly wants women to be staying at home making babies for Mother America.

We have officially hit stage 7 of the 10 stages of genocide.

I am a 21-year-old who has only ever wanted a quiet, peaceful life on the countryside with a little farm and an army of cats, rabbits, a duck or two, and maybe a dog. To raise my daughter and make sure she has every opportunity I was denied. And now I wonder whether I can keep her safe. How long until they come to rip her from my arms?

Is anyone there?

Can anyone see what is going on?

What do I do?

I can't abandon my family! And as much as I hate the father of my child for abandoning us, I can't leave him to die either! He has disabilities! (I blame my Dad for that instinct to protect those who have hurt me. I can't bring myself to stoop to their level and allow them to suffer. No matter what they have done to me. My daughter is part him too, and a part of me will always love him. If something happens to him, I'll grieve for the rest of my life.)

My family has fought for a place where they can live their lives in peace since the Revolution. My Grandpa Joseph Roberts died in the Revolutionary War! That cause he died for is being trampled over by these disgusting Wanna-Be dictators! My Grandpa Schmid whose parents came here from Switzerland prior to WWII gave up his vows of pacifism to fight Nazis!

It's so hard not to spiral and panic. I have lived my life full of anxiety and fear and when one cause goes away (my mother), another takes its place, and this time it's a threat to everyone around me too.

I can't help but wonder if this is going to be what puts me in the ground. That I will be one that is killed because of this pure evil running my country. My home! Will my daughter die too? Will she be left behind? Will she be safe?

So much unknown...

So much dread and fear...