#oh and this is told in Georgi's POV

[nattyontherun]

Found something in my notes that I intended to hide?? Anyways, here is the ORIGINAL first scene of Chapter Three: his wanting grows thorns

See:

Rest assured of your moral superiority, reader. However heartening, however beautiful, this tale wends the eternal lives of demons and their fellows.

Yuri Plisetsky, for all his tragedy, is no wilting petal. He does not fawn upon the discovery of his true nature; does not confront, with any derision, the necessity of murder to sustain himself.

Picture, as you go along, the porcelain smoothness of his skin, his doll-soft cheeks and seafoam green eyes. He is the garden fairy of your bedtime stories. He is the painting your grandmother cleans on her altar - angel, on the right hand of Christ, himself, blonder than wheat and paler than the white of a blank canvas.

Says the matriarch as you tend to your knees after Rosary: if one's blood heals wounds and cures illness, this blood is without doubt miraculous.

If one's carcass persists in the years that follow their initial passing, untainted by the wretchedness of decay, that carcass must be sent to the Vatican and sanctified.

What a sham, Yuri's youthful appearance! Such deception they preach beneath the apses of their unobservant God, arms raised in teaching - that to die a child is to die innocent! That to die at all means to be raised in spirit to realms beyond the sins of humanity!

Here he stands unbending to the tides of time, month after month, year after year...

Bow at your waist as he reintroduces himself to society; appear appropriately cowed. Maybe he will spare you.

Why did I NOT use this in the chapter despite it being a perfectly fine scene? Simple really. The thought of folks with hurt feelings over religion clogging up my AO3 about yk, fiction, was enough to cow me. Also it deviated a little bit from the point of the plot, so I saw no reason NOT to just boot it out.

That said, I really like the cadence here so I thought I'd post it here on Tumblr anyway! Might as well get smth out of it to enjoy yanno?

Ciao for now~

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jealousy, jealousy (Fred Weasley x reader)

A/N: Anything highlighted in bold is a prompt from @creativepromptfills Also I didn't want to assign a character to be Y/N's boyfriend so the guy that Fred's jealous of is just referred to as 'boyfriend' 'bloke' etc. This is not the best work I've written but I might as well post it :)

We're sitting in the Great Hall studying. I feel a woosh of movement and I look up. Fred has passed a note to Ron.

"Who are you going with then?" his younger brother asks, talking about the Yule Ball.

Fred hasn't told me who he's going with. Maybe he hasn't asked anyone yet.

He scrunches up the note and hits it towards Angelina. Oh.

"Angelina," he whispers, "Do you wanna go to the ball with me?"

She nods, "Yeah."

Fred turns his attention to me and smiles. I force back a smile and put up my thumb.

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I'm in the common room, staring at the fire. A tiny part in me thought Fred would ask me. We've been friends for so long and I don't know...I thought my feelings for him were reciprocated.

"Look at what we found, Y/N," Fred smiled excitedly, "It's called the Marauders Map."

"Where'd you find that?"

"We nicked it from Filch's office," he replied, "We can see where everyone is, it'll be so much easier to do pranks!"

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"Fred," I said, "Where are we going?"

"Just wait," he smiled.

He continued to hold my hand and butterflies were zooming in my stomach. Finally, we stopped.

"This is Honeydukes Cellar," I said.

"Yep, feel free to pick out a treat, lovely."

I feel the couch sink.

"Hey."

It's George.

"Hi," I answer.

"He can be quite a git sometimes," he says.

I chuckle weakly, "Yeah, but you know he doesn't have to like me back or what not, it just hurts."

He nods, "I get it."

We sit in silence for a while.

"I know this might not be the best timing but considering we both don't have dates, wanna go with me?" he asks.

I smile, "Yeah."

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I sit by the table, watching Fred and Angelina. They're both laughing and dancing. Fred has barely spoken to me.

I take a sip from my drink. Someone's spiked it. I gulp it down.

"Wanna dance?" I ask George.

"Alright."

I try to take my focus from Fred but it's hard. The way his hands grip her waist and the way his eyes lock onto hers. Tears start to well in my eyes.

"I'm gonna go," I whisper to George.

He looks at me sympathetically and hugs me, "You're gonna be okay, yeah? Cry as much as you need to."

I nod and start to head out. Someone steps in front of me. It's Fred.

"Leaving without a dance?" he asks.

"Yeah, sorry Fred," I say, keeping my head down.

"Hey," he lifts up my chin, "Are you alright? Don't tell me my brother hurt you."

"Actually quite the opposite," I mumble.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing Fred, just leave me alone."

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Throughout the next weeks, Fred sits next to Angelina in the Great Hall. Previously, he would sit next to George and I.

I'm eating my breakfast when I look over at Fred. He's laughing with Angelina. Then she kisses his cheek. I swallow my toast quickly and pack my things, heading out.

As I'm leaving, someone taps my shoulder. It's Fred.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine, Fred," I reply, "Just needed some air."

"No, Y/N, why do you keep avoiding me?" he asks, "This isn't like you. What's going on?"

"I'm just busy with studying," I answer, "I promise."

I leave without another word.

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*FRED'S POV*

I'm sitting in the Great Hall. Angelina's talking to me and George is eating his breakfast. Y/N hasn't arrived for breakfast yet. I don't know why I care. She hasn't spoken to me much.

I don't know what I've done. Is it something I said?

Then I see her walk in with a bloke. They're holding hands. She goes to sit at the Ravenclaw table.

"Georgie, what's Y/N doing with that bloke?" I ask.

"That's her boyfriend," he replies.

My shoulders tense. How does George know about this but I don't? Well it's not like she owes that information to me.

Then they start kissing. My jaw clenches. It's the way he's holding her waist and how he's pulling her in. I head out.

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*YOUR POV*

We're in the Gryffindor common room. We're sitting by the fire. I'm sitting by my boyfriend's legs. We're playing Truth or Dare.

"Y/N," George says, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I answer.

"Have you ever returned or re-gifted a present?" he asks.

I answer the question.

(If yes)

"Ooh, spill," Alicia says.

"That's not how the game works," I laugh, "I only need to answer George's question."

(If no)

"Boring," George comments.

I stick my tongue out at him.

--

"Fred," Angelina says, "Truth or Dare?"

"Uh, truth," he replies.

"Ok, have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?"

There's a small silence.

"Yeah," he answers.

It's probably Angelina.

"Are you gonna say anything more?" Katie asks.

"Nope," he smiles though it looks forced.

"My turn," Katie says, "(Y/N's boyfriend), truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room," she smiles.

He tilts his head downwards and kisses me.

"That was too easy," Alicia complains.

The kiss turns more passionate.

"Alright break it up you two, okay?" Fred says, a little annoyed.

"What's up with you?" my boyfriend answers.

"Nothing, just wanna get on with the game that's all."

"Guys," I whisper.

I swear I notice Fred rolling his eyes but the game continues.

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There's a Gryffindor party and we're playing Spin the Bottle. We all sit in a circle.

It's Fred's turn and he spins it. The bottle lands on Angelina.

"Go on then Weasley," she says.

He pecks his lips onto hers. I look down, fiddling with my hands. He doesn't close his eyes. I swear he flicks his eyes towards me for a second.

It's my turn. I spin the bottle and it lands on him. Now my ex.

"No, I'm not doing this," I say.

"Sweetheart, that's the game," he replies.

"I'm not kissing you," I answer, "We broke up."

"Come on darling."

Everyone starts chanting. I notice that Fred has left the group. I leave and head to his dorm.

I open the door, "Fred?"

"What?" he asks grumpily.

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"Go on."

I walk in and sit next to him on the floor.

"Why did you act like that?" I ask.

"I was just done with the game, that's all," he replies.

I stare at him, "Then why'd you conveniently run off when it was my turn?"

"Was it?"

He looks up at me. Our eyes lock onto each other. His honey brown eyes.

"Uh just so you know, I didn't end up kissing him," I say.

"Why not?"

"We broke up a few days ago."

"Oh, sorry."

I take a deep breath, "Are you gonna tell me why you ran off?"

He turns himself towards me, "Maybe it's cause I like you and I was stupid and I thought you weren't gonna say yes when I asked you to the Yule Ball and I can't stand to see you kissing other guys."

I stare at him surprised. Fred Weasley likes me?

"You like me?" I ask.

He laughs, "Yes, darling."

I chuckle and lock eyes with him again. My eyes flicker to his lips.

"Can we kiss?" I ask.

"Yes," he answers, leaning in for a kiss.

When we pull apart, he leans his forehead against mine.

"I'm such an idiot," I say breathlessly.

"So am I, love."

[3lle-l-black]

Season of Love Event @george-weasleys-girl

The lapse (Part 1)

George Weasley x Reader

Moodboard inspired Part 2

Warnings: Use of you/yours, can be read as gn!Reader, the twins and the reader are best friends, swear words, alcohol. English is not my first language

With a lot of effort and the help of your wand, you finally open the door to the twins' place with a heavily drunk George hanging on your shoulder. You enter and head towards the living room, swaying a bit with each step, which is kind of hard to avoid, as George doesn't let you go for a second.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and you showed up at the WWW today to ask the twins for a drink, after working all week, you deserve to relax. You just didn't know you'd have to take a high George home before he could accept another firewhisky drinking contest with Fred.

'Honestly, I believe he can walk on his own; he just wanted to hold someone on the way home. And if I'm really being honest, I'm glad George wants to hold me.'

George was hanging on your shoulder, but he kept resting his chin on your head and pulling you closer, making it difficult to walk to the living room. Not to mention, having him so close like that made you have butterflies in your stomach. "Stop trying to hug me, it's already hard to carry you." – You could see the mischievous glint in George's eyes as he insisted on hugs, a playful smile on his face despite the alcohol's influence.

George hadn't had much to drink, but it was enough for him to become clingy.

"I like to hug you, If you didn't wanna take care of me" – He said, turning around and facing away from the house, hugging you completely, "you would have just let me come home alone, Lady" – As if he hadn't come home just because you asked and on the condition that you took care of him.

"Oh how could I leave a friend behind like this? I have a heart, you know?" – You say in a mocking tone, unable to hold back a laugh. Still hugging him, you push George the rest of the way down the hall, guiding him until his feet meet one of the armchairs in the living room.

I sit in the other armchair and push it next to the one George is in. He watches me for a few second

"I wanna be more than friends"

"Best best friends?"

"Stop joking for once! Bloody hell" – George throws himself back, lying on the armchair like a sulking child denied candy. I break into a laugh. My face lights up with a goofy smile when I look at him. So cute. "I don't want jokes"

"Is that what I heard? George mischief Weasley. Saying no to jokes" – He leans over, reaches my shoulder with his forehead, and tries to form a sentence but only manages angry murmurs. I give a little chuckle as I adjust him to rest his head in a more comfortable position on my shoulder. "Why are you acting like this, idiot? Are you, or the alcohol, talking again?"

Fred told me that they had a tiring week and that today George didn't even stop to eat, maybe that was why the alcohol hit him harder. He takes a deep breath, intertwining our fingers and playing with the knuckles, something he's always done. Stressed? He would do it. Sad? Same. Happy? Just the same.

"Georgie..." – It's my turn to let out a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to say it out loud, "I wanna be more than..." – A low snore from George interrupt me. Looking aside, I can see him with his eyes closed, wearing a soft expression. I give him an indignant smile.

He slept. Now, seriously?

I'm training to write from the reader's pov but I'm much better at writing as a narrator lol

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An Americano Please PT. 6

Words: 1400

Y/N's POV:

Not gonna lie, I'm kind of nervous to meet Jenna's friends. What if I fuck up? What if I'm accidentally a little rude? Or what if they all around don't like me?

God I sound like a teenager meeting their partner's parents for the first time.

I really enjoy spending time with Jenna, though, and I don't want her friends not liking me to mess that up. 

My phone pings with a text from Nessa.

                           Nessa😝

Girl, pull your shit together and get your

ass into that pizza shop. No I'm not stalking 

you, I just know you well enough by now.

                                                                            OK fine.

I timidly step into the store, the warm scent of baking pizza wafting around me.

"Y/N, over here!" I can hear Jenna exclaim, waving me over to her table. She's sitting with a few other people.

"These are my castmates, Emma, Joy, Georgie, and Hunter. Castmates, this is Y/N," Jenna excitedly introduces us.

"Hi, nice to meet you guys," I smile, waving stupidly.

"Nice to meet you too," Joy says kindly, "Jenna's told us to much about you."

I can see Jenna hide her face from me a little.

"Oh really, what's she said?" I ask innocently.

"Just how pretty, funny and kind-" Emma starts.

"Hey, have you guys seen that new baking show with the engineers?" Jenna interrupts. Darn it, I really wanted to know where Emma was going with that.

"No, none of us have the time to do that," Georgie laughs, "I'm surprised you do, honestly."

"No I watched it before we got here," she says quickly.

"So," Hunter starts, immediately way better at changing the subject, "What are some cool sites around Romania I should check out. I have a lot more free time on my hands with this show because I don't have to learn new hobbies, so I wanna get to know the area."

"Oh, well Jenna can tell you I'm an amazing tour guide," I start, "You have got to go to Bran castle, after all, it's said to be the home of Dracula. In reality, it was just a castle that Vlad Dracul once went to, but Bran Castle is the place Bram Stoker based Dracula's castle off of. So that makes it pretty cool."

"That's so cool, I'll have to take Naomi with me," he grins, "thanks for the recommendation."

"Oh yeah, perfect for her because you know, who she plays," Emma winks, "Sorry, we can't share a lot of details with cast outsiders," she says sadly.

"We'd love to share more, but we're under legal agreements," Joy adds.

"I totally get it," I say, feeling the slightest bit left out, but otherwise enjoying myself.

"Hey, so what's the deal with queer acceptance around here?" Hunter asks quietly, "because I want to propose to my boyfriend when he comes to visit in a few months but I don't know how publicly I can do that."

"Oh my god you're gonna propose?!" everyone at the table shrieks, all congratulating him individually.

"I'd like to, but I just need to know from a local," he says, looking to me.

"So, people do have the right to discriminate against you for being queer, and you certainly can't do the actual wedding here, but most people in Busteni aren't that homophobic. And I'm a queer person, so I'd say I'm a pretty good source," I tell him, "I'd say the worst outcome is if it's in front of tourists, because you never know what they'll do."

"Thank you so much," he tells me, "you're awesome."

"Glad I can help," I say happily. So at least one of her friends likes me.

"So, Y/N, how long have you lived in Romania?" Joy asks.

"About three years now," I answer truthfully.

"Wow, so you came at sixteen?" 

"Yeah," I say, eager to change the subject, "so how are you guys liking Romania so far?"

"People can definitely tell we're not from here," Emma giggles, "I mean, not speaking Romanian is a dead giveaway."

"Yeah, we're pretty good at being able to tell just from the language you speak," I laugh, "I only get away with it because I grew up speaking it."

"Woah, so you grew up bilingual?" Emma questions.

"Yeah, my mom grew up in Romania and my dad went to college here, so they both would speak it with me when I was a kid," I explain.

"Oh that's cool."

The rest of the night goes pretty similarly, all of us getting to know one another. I learn that Jenna used to autopsy little animals like the true Wednesday she is, which I found hilarious. I learned that Emma had to go to a werewolf bootcamp to get better at stunts. They were all such interesting people.

 By the end of the night I think they actually might not hate me! Success.

"Hey, Y/N, can I walk you home?" Jenna asks.

"Sure," I smile. The rest of the group exchange looks, and file out of the pizza shop.

"I think my friends like you," she tells me as we get up from out seats.

"You do?" I say, surprised.

"Yeah, they wouldn't have talked to you as much as they did if they didn't."

"Well in any case, I'm glad they're okay with me," I laugh.

"Yeah, me too," she smiles brightly, wrapping an arm around my waist and leaning her head on the side of my arm as we walk down the street. It's fully dark out, and the only thing lighting the street up are the old gas powered street lamps. Oh my god I hope she can't see my blush. She's so adorable.

"I was so worried they were gonna hate me," I confess after a few minutes of silence.

"Why would they do that?" she asks, "you're a lovely person." Hearing her say that melts my heart. She thinks I'm a lovely person!

"I'm glad you think that, but I don't think everyone shares that opinion."

"Well they're stupid, but in any case, thank you for coming to dinner with me tonight. My friends really wanted to meet you."

"Yeah, I bet it's because you told them how pretty funny and kind I was," I tease her. I can just barely see the blush on her face under the soft glow of the street lamps.

"I can't believe she told you I said that," she shakes her head.

"Oh so you did say it," I inquire.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," she confesses. Wow, I can't believe she really thinks all that about me.

"Well what else did you tell them?"

"You know, the usual stuff."

"Such as?"

"W-well you know, the things you tell your friends when you like someone," she starts, "like what we say to each other, or the jokes we have. Or what we do when we hang out. You know, that stuff." Oh my god, she likes me. Like, likes me likes me,

"So you like me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Of course I like you!" she all but shouts, "your sense of humor is amazing, you're beautiful, you don't judge me for anything I say or do, and you always want to hear what I have to say." Well what do I even say to that? Saying I like you too feels cheesy and like something a child would say.

We've come to a stop now, right outside my apartment. We're only inches apart, her beautiful brown eyes glistening in the light.

"Please say something, Y/N," she says quietly.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly. She exhales in relief before nodding intently.

I cup her cheek, bringing our lips together. It feels like fireworks are going off with my stomach. She wraps her arms around my waist. I never realized kissing someone could feel this right. I can taste the tropical chapstick on her soft lips, and smell her subtle perfume. 

What feels like both an eternity or also less than a second later, we pull away, both smiling.

"So I'll see ya for coffee tomorrow?" she asks.

"You can count on it," I smile. She pulls me into an embrace, burying her head in my shoulder. We stay like that peacefully for a minute, swaying in the wind.

"I have an early start tomorrow, so I should get home now," she tells me.

"Aww okay. I understand. Well, good night gorgeous," I quickly lean down to kiss her again. Her smile widens.

"Good night, Y/N/N," she blows me a kiss before walking off.

Wow. What a night.

A/N: I know Y/N is supposed to be mostly customizable, but I swear the thing with the parents WILL make sense later! love u guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter:)

Random Notes: 

- I'm not making up that the lipstick jenna used on the set of Wednesday was in fact made from tropical fruit. 

- Eidolon is actually a real pizza place in Busteni.

- I spent HOURS on the tour chapter learning about places in Busteni. Finding the places on SnapMap, reading their reviews, and cross referencing the information. I also spent a while learning about Romanian geography. Romanians, I'm so sorry if I'm not doing your country the justice it deserves.

- A lot of the laws around queer people in Romania are less than progressive, but being queer in itself is legal.

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Find the word

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My words: club, pink, west, fun, cast, ship, hold, protest, freeze, fall, fight, forfeit.

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Keep reading for:

Small talk with Lexi and Ash

Scenery description

Alium lore

Ash uses telepathic devices

Sector 3 cafe

Yes, psychIC ward, a ward for psychics

Sparring with Noelle and Gabriel

Lexi does Not approve

Ash is sneaking around

Baby Carla grows up too fast

Quick conversation with Dawn

Club - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

“I don’t like lying to her.” “What have you been telling her?” “I’m in an afterschool club.” “That’s not technically wrong.” I laughed. “It’s not.”

Pink - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Jedi POV)

We arrived in the capital city of Sector 3, Nihayajabal, last night. I had to admit, the scenery was beautiful. The northern mountains in the distance towered over the city’s tallest buildings, and earlier this morning, when I woke up, I looked out the window of the motel. The way the pink and purple streaked across the sky in a beautiful gradient over the peaks of the range. Part of me wished that the mountains were in the west—that way the sun could rise directly above them.

West - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

“The sun’s over there, setting, so that’s east.” “Wait, the sun sets in the west.” “Not here.” “Oh.”

Fun - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

Jedi had seemed worried after I told him what happened. He didn’t even want to go down the corridor. Maybe it was because of these. What could he be afraid of? Me unlocking my potential? Carla told me the mind had no limit, and these devices seemed to expand the limit. Maybe I shouldn’t use them just to explore, as much fun as that sounded. But I couldn’t sleep, and these things did help me earlier. Maybe they could help me sleep. It was worth trying, at least.

Cast(ing) - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Jedi POV)

Maqhaa al-Ghurub was a small cafe made of earth, and once we stepped inside, I realized the roof was transparent and a sundial was in the center, likely casting a shadow when it was a time other than noon.

Ship - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Carmen POV)

Regardless, she went to a psychic ward, I was shipped across the world to Sector 9 to live with my only biological family: my dad’s brother, Omar.

Hold - from The Secret Portal Part One (Noelle POV)

Gabriel thrust his palm outward to shoot the sand at me. I rotated my left foot and thrust out my hand toward the first rock. It paused midair, wavering. I shifted my weight and stopped the next rock, then did the same for the next. But once I stopped focusing on the first, my hold on it broke, and the ball of sand hurled itself at me again. I broke my stance to cover my face, and I heard the balls drop onto the mat, no doubt scattering sand everywhere.

Protest - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Lexi opened her mouth to protest, but she apparently decided against it, because all she did was clamp her mouth shut and shove her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

Freeze - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

I began to crawl out from under the bed when a shuffling sound caused me to freeze. I turned, seeing my sister’s feet now on the ground. I barely allowed myself to breathe as Hannah began to leave the room. She was probably going to the bathroom. As soon as I heard the door shut, I’d sneak out and go back to the living room. The bathroom was further down the hall—she wouldn’t see I wasn't there.

Fall - from The Secret Portal Part One (Carla POV)

Georgie curled up on the bed, turning away from me. “I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to say. I felt a tear fall down my cheek, but I brushed it away. I had to be strong for Georgie.

Fight - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

“Mrs. Platt didn’t mean anything,” said Akash. “But Jason did,” said Dawn. “He’s been rude to you for years.” She turned to me. “I heard about what happened in the hallway. Daniella told me about your fight with Jason. I think he’s scared of you now.” “He’s a wuss,” I said. “I just pushed him.” “Well, it did the trick,” said Dawn. “Bye, guys.” She ran toward the Science Wing.

Forfeit - N/A

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Magic is not real pt 3

Tag : @superpositvecloudshipper @hufflepuff1619

Last chapter of the series. I hope you enjoy it!!

Part 2 Part 1

BANG

George smashed the glass window. Y/n rushed to him.

"Jesus George are you ok? What were you thinking? Oh my god...You're bleeding. What am I gonna do?" Y/n panicked.

George was shaken. His eyes were dark, heavily breathing, sweat dripping all over his face. Y/n silently gathered up the first aid kit and tended his wounds. "George, are you listening?"

"Hmm...I'm going to bed." Said George, walking towards his room.

She gave a confused look to George but didn't press the matter further. She went to the living room, silently waiting for the rest of the party to return. Lockwood asked her to stay the night. He planned to drop her home the next morning.

Y/n could barely stay awake when she heard the familiar click of the front door open. She jumped off the sofa, went straight to the door. She found both Lockwood and Lucy soaked from head to toe. She noticed Lucy was silently fuming. Before she could ask anything, Lucy excused herself to her room.

"What happened to you both?" Y/n glared at the fellow agent.

"Just a little mishap. Nothing serious." Lockwood awkwardly smiled.

Y/n grew more suspicious. "Freshen up. I'm making tea."

Y/N's POV

What is wrong with these kids? One smashed his hand against a window, the other two came home drenched when it's not even raining outside.

They don't even tell me anything....Is it because I'm a stranger?... I thought we were friends. Did I mess up again? Shit, y/n you always mess things up.

I placed the tea on the table and took a seat.

It's not their fault, anyways. I don't even have talent. I'm holding them back. I'm just a pathetic loser. I don't have any talent to help them. The voices in my head grew louder until someone called my name.

I looked at Lockwood who was sipping tea beside me.

"Mr. Lockwood, you have a lot of explaining to do." I demanded

Lockwood sighed and told me everything that happened tonight.

"You jumped into the Thames? Mr. Lockwood, are you out of your mind? No wonder Luce is mad at you" I said while fixing my glasses.

"We're alive. That's all that matters."

Now, it's my time to fume.

"You and your antics." I said, pushing my glasses further on my nose.

"Y/n can we do this tomorrow? I'm really tired." Lockwood said.

I have no choice but to drop the conversation. I was about to leave when Lockwood held my hand. I raised an eyebrow at him.

He pulled me into a hug.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I promise." He mumbled.

"Hmm." I replied.

He kissed my forehead and took me to his room.

"You can sleep here tonight. I'll sleep on the couch."

"But-"

"I insist." He pleads to me.

I gave in. I was too tired to fight anymore. I jumped under the covers and went into a deep slumber.

..............................................

The next morning, y/n found herself in the kitchen talking about the previous events that occurred last night to Lockwood.

"I think something is wrong with George."

"Y/n we're all on edge lately. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. He will be fine." Lockwood casually said.

"Mr. Lockwood, are you even listening to yourself? I saw with my own eyes. He was trembling. It's like he saw a visitor. I am sure he needs our help."

Lockwood didn't understand and didn't pay much attention. Y/n didn't say anything further. She will find it out by herself. She won't bother the agents.

On the way back home, she had already started to think about a plan.

I can't just sit here and watch. I have to do something and I'll do it. It's time to show my nosy side to Mr. Lockwood.

A week later Y/n finds a certain gentleman entering the Arifs but he wasn't alone. George came with a woman, older than him (this kinda sounds weird) with a messy bun. They took a seat in the corner. George placed an order and Y/n took this opportunity to meet the party.

"So here's your tea and donuts, Georgie"

"Y/n? What a pleasant surprise!"

"Mate, I work here for a living."

"Yeah..um Pamela meet Y/n, Y/n meet Pamela Joplin. She's helping us with the case." George said, awkwardly. She gave a smirk to the poor fellow.

"Oh that's wonderful. Pleasure to meet you ma'am." Y/n smiled.

"Nice to meet you dear." Pamela smiled back.

"I'm gonna get back to work. Call me up if you need anything." With that Y/n gets back to the counter but she keeps her gaze on them.

After finishing up, she went outside to take a quick breath. She looked at her watch and realised she still had an hour before the curfew so she took a different route to her home, killing some time. Suddenly her eyes fell on a couple in the corner of the street. It's George and Pamela she thought to herself.

As you can tell, how nosy Y/n can be. She followed them and found herself standing in front of none other than, the Kensal Green Cemetery. She saw them going inside.

"What are they doing here?"

How stupid of her. She didn't even realise where she was standing right now. It's a bloody cemetery and it's past the curfew. She rummages through her bag for a salt bomb. Shit. Why do I always forget to bring salt bombs?

She feels a cold presence behind her, before she gets ghost touched by a visitor she runs as fast as she could. She stumbled upon a stone which causes her ring to fall off but she doesn't get the time to pick it up. She hastily makes her way inside the building.

Meanwhile, in 35 Portland Row, a much calmer Lucy was scribbling on the thinking cloth while Lockwood was making some tea.

"I'm sorry, Lucy. Whatever I did last night, it was immature of me and-"

Lucy looked at him with concern in her eyes.

"Look" she pointed at the thinking cloth.

They see several drawings of spirals scattered all over the thinking cloth. They looked at each other in shock.

"Shit, shit, shit." Lockwood hissed. "It's all my fault."

"What?"

"Y/n warned me about George. She said something's wrong with him but I.."

"It's the mirror. It was all in front of us but we never paid attention." Lucy spoke.

Lockwood nodded.

"Y/n was right. Lucy prepare the bags. They're in danger."

Y/n finds Pamela pulling a knife on George's throat. "You're gonna do exactly what I say"

"STOP"

They both look at the girl. "Look! Your little friend is here." Pamela's voice filled with malice.

"Y/n run. It's not safe here."

"I'm not leaving you. You're my friend. You're not an oddball, you're the best among us." Y/n cried.

"Very moving. Cut the drama. I need one of you to sit here and look at the mirror. If any of you act smart, I'll kill both of you." Pamela hissed.

"Take me." Y/n yelled.

"No. Are you crazy? You'll die. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to show my face to Lockwood." George tried to convince Y/n but it was futile.

"I don't have talent anyway. It won't matter much if I die. Save yourself, Georgie." She gives a weak smile to George and takes a seat in front of the mirror.

Pamela tied her hands. Y/n glares at her.

"You won't get away with this."

Joplin gave a tight slap across the poor girl's face which led her glasses to fall on the ground.

"Kids these days are so disrespectful."

"You're no better." Y/n gave a grin. She gained a punch on her stomach. She groan in pain. She planned to buy some time, it didn't matter how many punches she had to get She knew her Anthony will come to save her. Hurry up, Anthony.

Lockwood and Lucy made their way to the cemetery. Lucy was the first to enter while Lockwood looked around to find any silhouette of the concerned boy. Instead, he finds a shiny metal, reflecting under the moonlight.

"Lucy."

"Yes, Lockwood I looked everywhere. I didn't find anything-"

"She's here. This is her ring. Let's go." Lockwood pulls his rapier.

Y/n tried her best to stay awake. She tried her best to distract Joplin but her luck was running out. She was groaning in pain, she had a bloody nose. Joplin grew impatient and waited no more. She pulled the cloth off and revealed the mirror. Y/n quickly looked away.

"Look"

"I said look, you foolish girl." Pamela pulled her face towards the mirror.

Y/n glanced at the mirror, she saw horrible things. She let out a terrifying scream and passed out.

"Y/n. George"

Lucy helped George while Lockwood went straight to the unconscious girl.

"Y/n wake up. Please wake up" Lockwood pleads.

"Useless. I'll look at it myself" said Pamela, snatching the mirror.

"Beautiful. It's beautiful. So beautiful "Pamela insanely screamed and died.

Lucy breaks the mirror, setting the trapped souls free.

Two weeks later

The agents of Lockwood and Co were sitting in a hospital room, waiting for their friend to wake up from the coma.

Two weeks ago, the agents solved a crucial case at the price of almost losing their friend. Lockwood didn't leave her side no matter how many times his friends told him to get some rest, he was adamant. He blamed himself. He was shattered to see her in this depressing room, pipes stuck all over her face. It was a horrifying look.

Doctors didn't give them much assurance, said to be prepared. Lockwood, who wasn't much of a believer, prayed for the first time in his life.

Take my life instead but please save her. Please, dear lord.

"Guys" George called the agents.

"Am I insane or did her finger just move?"

That gained Lockwood 's attention. He looks carefully at her hands. Her finger moved slightly, her eyes started to flutter.

Lucy excitedly went to call the doctor. Lockwood couldn't believe his eyes until.

"Anthony?" Called Y/n, faintly.

Lockwood bursted into tears. He held her hand and let go of all his pain. The guilt ate him up alive, he thanked the heavens. He thanked his parents.

Y/n was finally discharged from the hospital. The agent insisted her to stay with him, he didn't want to keep her away from his sight and also to protect her. He can't go through the same pain again.

Y/n was in dilemma at first but then she decided to spend the morning at her place and the night at Portland Row. After the incident, she got even more scared of the dark, the night. She didn't want to be alone but she didn't need to. She finally has a family.

At the library of Portland Row, Y/n was reading a book. It was middle of the night, she found herself struggling to sleep. Whenever she close her eyes she gets nightmares. Lockwood noticed the dark circles appearing under her eyes.

Lockwood peeked inside the room and found the girl cuddled up on the couch, a book in her hand. He smiled to himself and let himself in. He was holding a cup of tea, chamomile, her favourite.

Y/n looked up and gave him a warm smile. "Can't sleep?" Lockwood asked.

"Nah" she looked down, feeling ashamed.

"You can tell me what's bothering you. Don't be afraid."

Y/n sighed. She took a moment before spilling her feelings. "Anthony, I'm so scared. Whenever I close my eyes, I see that..that horrifying mirror..."

"What did you see that night?" Lockwood carefully asked.

"I saw...I saw my parents. Their death. I couldn't do anything Anthony. I'm such a pathetic girl. I tried to call for help but it was too late. If I just..if I knew how to fight I would have saved them.. it's all my fault, Anthony." Y/n was shaking in tears,it was getting hard to breath, she gasped for air till Lockwood pulled her into his arms. He held her like a Baby.

"No..Please don't say that. You're the most brave person I've ever met. I can't imagine my life without you. It's all my fault. I should've listened to you. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Lockwood teared up.

"Do you know what made me fall for you?"

"No." Y/n pouts.

"Your simplicity, your compassion draws me to you. I love you y/n." Lockwood gives feather light kisses all over her face.

"I love you too Anthony." She kissed him back. The kiss was gentle, soft, filled with warmth and passion.

Suddenly Lockwood pulled away and said "I got something for you."

Y/n furrowed "what?"

Lockwood pulls a ring and puts it on her ring finger. Y/n gasped and looks at him with tears in her eyes.

"I thought I lost it forever. Thank you Anthony." She gingerly touched her ring, one of the most valuable thing in the world. Y/n's mother's ring.

"you called me Anthony!"

Y/n gave a bashful grin "maybe the time is right"

Lockwood pulled her into another kiss. Y/n finally found a family and Lockwood found his love.

[g95doge]

The youngest Cooper: a y/n story

Storyline: you are the youngest member of the Cooper family. Character age, 11-13. Reader recommended age, 12+. Warnings: none

You were the youngest member of the cooper family, y/n cooper. Despite being younger, you were far from small. Being your age and already 5 foot 8, was something that shocked everyone, especially your dad, George sr, as he was never exactly tall. Your entire family saw you as the empathetic, trustworthy and responsible child, everything that your siblings weren’t. But on your 12th birthday that changed, and not for the better.

y/n’s pov (cuz it’s easier)

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the beaming light coming from my bedroom window. It was a small room, because my oldest brother refused to share his room, and you couldn’t exactly fit three people in sheldons room. “Y/N! WHERE IS MY NEW KIDS CD!” My sister Missy is obsessed with new kids on the block and if anyone dares to even look at her cds then she would probably murder them. Of course, I knew where they were. Georgie knows that, as long of there’s a cool song playing in his car, then it won’t feel like there’s a kid in the car.

This was gonna be a big day. Little did my family know, I had been together with a boy from missy’s grade for a year, and planned to tell her tonight. Missy was not only my sister, but also my best friend. We told each other everything. So this should be easy, right? “Missy?” I said, making sure to close the door on my way in, because she goes ballistic if it’s open. “What,” she said. “I.. I’m dating someone.” “Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me!” The one time I’d seen her this excited was when she left Ben “He’s kinda.. in your class.” “Cool I guess, who is he”

“London…”

to be continued….

[theshippingqueens-blog]

Hi again! I loved how well i did woth die with a smile soooo I decied to do another song based fic. This one is inspired by Guy.Exe By superfruit this will be an au sorta and will use lyrics please ejoy!

A dreamnotfound fanfic By cupid<3 Georges pov~

They say Expectations are too high And you'll never find a guy like that It's driving you mad, honey They say That its just a waste of time Get your head out of the sky But why?

At 28 you'd think I was happy off with the guy of my dreams living my life right? Well your wrong I live with my roomate who has a amzing boyfriend and I work as a video game programer. I wish I could find the perfect guy but eveyone says my expections are too high. "Geoge! im home!" Nick yelled as I sat at the kitchen counter with my laptop minecraft open with a stream of code beside it. I hummed as I heard him place his keys on the counter. "How was your date?" I asked scanning the code looking for any mistakes. "It was ok. When are you gonna get out there again?" I rolled my eyes. "i dont know! Its hard to find a guy that i want." I said. "Oh c'mon george you need to get your head outta the sky." He said sitting next to me. "But I dont want to! I wish finding a guy was as simple as coding."

Oh I, wish I could synthesize A picture perfect guy Oh I, oh I Six feet tall and super strong We'd always get along Alright, alright

"Fine then whats your dream guy?" He asked leaning agenst the table. My face flushed. "Well he should be tall also really strong we would always get along." He smirked "Alright Nice to know." He said before leaving me there confused.

~A few hours later~

Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight And not a minute late 'Cause I don't like to wait, no Kind and ain't afraid to cry Or treat his mama right That's right, that's what I like

Nick had asked me to get dressed around 6 saying he had something planned for me. At 7:50 I heard a honk outside. I looked outside to see a cherry red sports car parked outsode. My eyes went wide. There was only one person i knew..well used to know who owned a car like that. Clay Johnson or known as dream to the football team. I was good friends with him in collage and had a crush on him i thought I'd never see him again. I raced downstairs grabbing a coat leaving the house. I walked outside to see him leaning agenst his car a small smirk on his face. He looked a lot differnet than I remebered him. He had sandy blonde hair dark green eyes the black t-shirt hugging his biceps his shoulder broad and wide. Small freckles scattered across his face like stars. He was also a lot taller than I remembered. In genral he was handsome. "Hey Georgie long time no see. Nick said you have been struggling in the love department and told me about the little crush you had on me." His smirk grew wider as my face flushed. HE TOLD HIM! I swear Nicks gonna get it. "S-So you know about it?" He chuckled. "Yeah and to be honest i liked you too. How bout we go out to a friendly dinner just to catch up? No strings just two old friends hanging out." I smiled thankful he was acting so nice about this. "Sure why not." He smiled openning the passenger door for me. I smiled getting in as he closed the door. Hopefully this was a good idea.

The restraunt was nice as we sat across from eachother. It was actually better than I would've thought. "Wow Mr tough guy clay." I said as he told a story. "I'm not that tough." I rolled my eyes smiling. "Oh really Mr I've never cried once?" He chuckled. "Thats was a lie I seemed like a tough guy in colllage but I was never like that." Right as he said that his phone started ringing. He glanced at the caller ID. "This is my mother gimme 2 minutes." He said answering stepping away for a moment. I sighed this seemed to good to be true. It was nice though. I saw Clay chatting with his mother as a guy came up to me. "Hey cutie." He said smirking at me. I scowled at him. "I'm on a date." I lied frowning. "Oh c'mon sweetie we can ditch him and get outta here."

I need a man who don't get jealous 'less I want him to

"He said hes on a date." I looked up to see clay staring down at him a hint of anger in his eyes. The guy backed off looking scared. "Thanks for that." I said getting up as he paided for dinner. He wrapped his arm around my waist."Well I dont like anyone touching whats mine." He possiviely making me blush as he kissed my neck. "I'm yours….?" I whispered as we walked out to his car. "If you want to be." He stopped. "I mean George I really like you I always have since collage I was just too chicken to come out and tell you how I really felt. Now that im older and the universe is giving me this second chance I really wanna take it." I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck as his went to my waist. "Yes I'd love to be yours." I said kisssing him. He chuckled before kissing me back.

I guess i was able to find my pictuer perfect guy.

A/N Hey guys! i know i said wendsday the earliest but….I had another idea for a song fic but with puzzleshipping! and while im working on grades I still have a lot of free time so you guys will probaly get a double post this week. Let me know in my inbox if you have any other songs I could do and be sure to put what fandom! Thanks guys!

[countrymusiclover]

5. Adult Talk...

Part 6

Texas Romance

@tyrionsprincess30

Mrs. Cooper was helping with a wedding for the church pastor. Missy and Sheldon were dealing with holding a chicken in their room. And Georgie's dad had done the talk with us. The day started off normal with Georgie and I went in his room reading one of my adventure books that he just had me read to him.

He had us laying on his bed, his fingers playing with my hair as I read aloud while laying on his chest. Georgie sat up once I'd finished the third book making me confused when he asked out of curiosity. "You wanna listen to music?" I put the book down sliding off his lap, as he slides off the otherside of the bed turning on his radio and finding a good music station.

He turns it up a little high and he holds his hands out for me to take with a boyish grin. I placed my hands in his letting him pull me off the bed to my feet. He wore socks but no shoes and I wore no shoes letting my feet feel the carpet as we danced around unknown to us that having his door closed meant bad things outside.

George's POV - Mr. Cooper 

Connie came in yelling at me, aiming a finger towards my son's door. I trusted Y/n, she seemed like a good girl and kept my reckless son in line. But my mother in law thinks otherwise. "They're teenagers if you wait any longer they'll be done."

I rolled my eyes going to his room making them sit on the floor. Apparently that wasn't good enough for connie. "Smart. Nobody ever got pregnant on the floor. Have you had the talk with that boy?"

I replied nervously. "About the thing that a father has with his son.."

Connie slams her beer on the counter. "It's important. What if he knocks that poor girl up. You like y/n because she keeps him out of trouble so I think you should want to look out for both of them!"

I fired back at her. "Is that a stab at me?" She took a drink snapping. "Well it depends..did you knock up my daughter and reunion her life. Oh wait I know the answer."

Connie made me go in his room to see Georgie and y/n tickling each other and reading magazines. Georgie sets his down as y/n froze. "Mr. Cooper, Memaw?" Connie holds a hand out for y/n to take. "The boys need to talk."

Y/n gets up shrugging to Georgie who rolls his eyes. The conversation between us got confusing so I called y/n in for backup. She sits on my side of the bed, looking at my boy. "Georgie what your dad is trying to say is...if we get together like all the way."

She points to her area then to him and puts two fingers together before she keeps going. "We have to be safe and try and not get me pregnant like he did your mom with you. No offense to either of you sir." She puts a hand on my shoulder as I nodded.

Georgie nods his head "ok dad - now please leave" I sighed leaving them alone.

Y/n's POV

Georgie and I ended our dance party to read his magazines. Shortly though I'm interrupted from reading my book by his hands going for my ticklish spots. I started laughing and trying to roll away from him but he ends up pulling me up on his chest holding me. I gripped his shirt and my hands ended up finding his so I started attacking him making him laugh too. I never knew I'd learn to love the sound of something so fast and in this case is Georgie's laugh. Of course he was cute and all but even he learned to like me more than just my appearance.

I cackle in unison with Georgie. "Georgie Cooper!" He laughed back. "Y/n L/n!"

The door opened for us to see Memaw and his dad who slowly came in as I got off his lap blushing. "Mr. Cooper...Memaw?" Georgie rolls his eyes as his dad says. "We need to talk". Memaw took my hand pulling me into the hall as I gave her a confused look.

"What's going on?" She took my hand in hers, explaining softly. "Y/n, you and Georgie are changing-" I cut her short waving my hands around. "Woah hold on. My parents already told me about this. Plus I know Georgie. He'd never force me."

She pulls me in a hug taking a sigh of relief. "Oh darlin'. Thank goodness." We pull apart before going to his room once again.

His dad sits on the bed, confused about what to say. Memaw whispered in his ear. "Let her explain it to him - she knows about it all already." I sat on the bed and Georgie understood what I said telling his dad to leave, finally I laid my head on his chest taking a breath.

"I can't believe they thought we would - you know?" He joked pulling me closer to him for a kiss. "I know right, I can't believe they thought I'd take advantage of my darlin'."

I kissed him back deeply as I sat on his lap, barely breaking the kiss to mutter. "Say it again." He asks looking deep in my eyes. "What?"

I rest my forehead against his lips. "Darlin', I liked the sound of it from you." He nodded his head before asking softly. "You wanna go watch tv?" I nodded yes getting off his lap and we headed to the living room.

Missy came into the room as Georgie and I sat on the couch watching Ducktales. She holds a red book in her hands as I turned the tv volume down to pay attention to her. "Can you help me. I don't understand my homework?" Georgie questioned out in the open resting his hands on his knees. "You're asking me? I don't understand my own homework."

I nudge him in his rib making him whine at me when I asked eager to help her. "What kinda homework is it, Mis?" She shows it to me groaning. "Grammar" I groaned remembering that I always forget the literary devices on tests. "Uh, Missy I'm not good at this. Georgie?" I tilted my head in his direction and he complained just wanting to watch tv.

"I ain't great with grammar y/n.." I directed for Missy to sit down next to him. She said simply. "Well grammar, Is just talking and we talk pretty good." The two of them sat and got confused which meant Georgie taking the remote from me. I ate some chips until Missy turned back clearly sad making me stop eating.

"Y/n, do you think we're stupid?" I stumbled "Missy no. You and Georgie just learn different...everyone does."

Georgie fires back clearly annoyed about his brother's smarts. "Sheldons in college right now and we can't figure out your homework, what'da you think?" Missy gave me sad eyes mostly speaking to her brother. "Sometimes I tell myself that we only look stupid because he's so smart"

Georgie glanced my way and his eyes read 'I need to prove I'm not stupid' "Gimme the book." He tell her determined. I grinned as he took her English book when she sat down.

I laid my head on his shoulder as they started doing the work. Missy joked when they learned what a verb was making me laugh a little. "We suck at homework". Georgie taps my thigh with his pencil making me focus on him. "The first sentence on your homework is 'most people in the country'"

Missy and I both say together. "I don't see an action word". I smiled when Missy announced slightly happy "Georgie, y/n. I don't think this is a sentence."

Georgie handed her the book and pencil to fix it, encouraging her in an adorable way. "Put a verb in their girl". He lays an arm around me as I hugged him gently grinning big.Later we were in his room just laying on his bed cuddling in silence before a note was slipped under his door. I sat up seeing it making Georgie sit up too. He got off his bed picking it up to reveal Missy's homework with a 100% at the top.

I dangle my legs off the bed asking out of curiosity. "What is it, Georgie?"

He hands it to me and a smirk meets my lips at hearing Missy outside the door. "Did you cry when you saw it?"

Georgie glanced at me as I held my hand over my mouth to conceal my laughter caused by his little sister. "No"

Missy asks in a high pitched voice. "Why not?"

Georgie tells her annoyed. "Because it's not that big of a deal". I couldn't stop the words from coming out as I playfully grinned at the boy I'm dating as he placed it on his wall with a small tack. "Not a big deal, huh Georgie."

He shook his head no saying I wasn't helping him hide the fact. "Did you hang it on your wall?" Missy's voice called through the door and I flopped back on his bed cackling in laughter.

Georgie told her as she kept singing it on the other side of his bedroom door. "Get out of here!"

He comes over to me, sitting beside me as I keep laughing until he tells me amazed at himself. "I got an A, y/n" I finally controlled my laughter to roll on my side to face him, grinning big. "I shouldn't say this but...I told you so."

He rolled his eyes pulling me up on his lap to kiss me playfully. "Come'ere, darlin'." I smiled poking him lightly. "Ok my smart texan" We fell back on the bed making out along with laughs. 

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[simpforfictionalmen4ever]

Wolfstar daughter

Summary: you are Remus' and Sirius' daughter and you are their everything. So one day you bring your boyfriend George Weasley (you can imagine whoever you want) to meet them and they are a bit overprotective.

1st person pov

"Papa please be nice. You know him and you and dad liked him remember?" I said as he started giving me the death stares

"puppy your dad and i swore to god that we would never let a boy play with your feelings and i'm so fucking sure that every boy is an asshole" said my dad, Sirius

"dad he's different and papa hasn't even talked to me since i told him that i have a boyfriend. Its's unfair" i sighed

"we just want to protect you" growled Remus

"finally you said a fucking word -"

"language !"

"sorry" there was a knock on the door and i started panicking.

"how do i look?" I asked nervously

"you always look beautiful darling" said papa, the comment making me blush slightly

"you are perfect now go get the door" said dad

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I was greeted with flowers and smiling George.

"Georgie" i shouted and wrapped my legs around his strong torso.

"hello there darling" he kissed my temple and put me down. He gulped when he saw two men glaring at him

"Hi Mr. Lupin and Mr.Black" he said nervously

There was a silence.

"dad, papa you forgot to say hi" i tried to loosen up the tension but failed

Dad shook George's hand and sat down on his chair. Next Geirge tried to shook papas hand too .

"umh sir you-you are hurting my hand" George mumbled and dad and me chuchkled.

"yes indeed i'm" he smiled

"pa let him go " he let him go and sat down next to dad. Me and George sat down infront of them and i put thhe flowers next to me.

"so this is George ... But you already know" i said awkwardly

"how's Molly and Arthur?" Asked dad

"they are great... Sir"

"listen forget the formals and asking about how did you two meet . Boy just dare and hurt my daughter. If you lay a finger on her-" papa was interupted by George

"sir i have no intention doing that i promise. I will take care of her and give her the world. I'll protect her from anything-"

"i don't need to be protected by a man !" I snapped and they all chuckled. "I- i mean i can do it myself"

"we know it just extra protection won't harm you love " Said George as he took my tiny hand in his large one and bring it to his lips to kiss it.

"boy is right" said dad

"okay next issue." Started papa " no touching, no kissing , no hugging and no sex"

"i must agree. Moony boy there is absolutely right no sex! Nothing below weist. Got it?" Asked dad

"what? You just can't decide -"

"i can " snapped papa. Full moon is close and he is a real bitch

"no you can't" i argued.

"we don't want you to get pregnant okay? And the fact that someone's gonna touch my daughter makes me want to vomit my guts out" said Sirius

"dad i'm 15"

"yes that's way too young and he is 17 . Boys are nasty little creatures cub" said papa.

"gosh -"

The whole evening went by with arguing . George kissed my lips than my cheek and said sorry that he had to go so early.

"you know what?! Don't even talk to me! you embarrassed me ! Why would you talk to me about sex when my boyfriend was here just to get to know you and you fucking ruined it . He probably thinks i'm freak and my dads are super freaks" i started freaking out

"puppy-"

"no save it !" I rushed upstairs and locked the door.

"he is nice guy y'know" said Remus as he held Sirius in his arms, stroking his raven black hair.

"i liked him too... But what about the little missy we have up there?" Chuckled Sirius

"just give her a time . That was a sweet revange . I was on my nerves too when she told us that she had a boyfriend now she has to be on her nerves " smiled Remus.

"i'm just glad she isn't with a dick... And you are bloody genious Remus big dick Lupin. Talking about sex was the most embarrassing thing to do i almost failed and laughed" the both laughed.

"oh god she is so easy to tease , but i was serious tho"

"i'm Sirius you prick"

[superpositvecloudshipper]

George karim x fem reader:

Confidence is key

Taglist: anon - green beetle(I'm sorry I couldn't find the emoji lmao)

(Reader works at the archives and George can't help but be entranced by her as he bumps into her there a lot and she is just so smart and pretty)

The first time you met George was not in a particularly romantic situation you both full on ran into each other at the archives you worked there as a ghost specialist identifying and classifying different ghosts to make it easier for agents. You didn't mean to run into him of course you both had your arms fill of books and couldn't see where you where going.

*Thwack*

Y/n's pov: whoever the hell I just ran into was now collapsed on top of me and they where quite heavy. "urgh please get off" you groaned

"sorry but why the hell were you not looking where you where going" said the person above you pushing them self up then reaching down to grab your hand and hoist you up aswell "me why weren't you looking where you where going" you retorted. As you looked towards them you tried not to blush it was a boy around your age with dark curly hair dark eyes and glasses he was quite obviously very pretty but you managed to keep your composure. "yeah I guess Im sorry I should have been more careful" he said with a surprisingly softer voice. "listen I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot how about we clean up this mess *you gesture to the books strewn everywhere* and then maybe we could exchange phone numbers" you say surprised by your own words but reminding yourself that confidence is key. "uh sure" he says gathering your books and passing them to you before picking up his own. "by the way my name is george karim what's yours?" "oh my name is y/n. Y/n y/l/n"

"ok y/n my phone number is *********** " "thank you kind George you say with a slight tease in your voice I shall look forward to seeing you some other time" you say grinning at him before hurrying of you can't be late you have a meeting in ten minutes

*a few days later*

George's pov:

It has been a few days ago since I had bumped into that beautiful girl her eyes sparkling and face glowing in the early morning light. I am not the kind of person to just fall in love but I think I may have done so. I just hope she calls soon its been a few days and I think lockwood and Lucy are getting freaked out by how much time I spend sitting staring at the phone. As if on que the phone rings breaking my train of thought I quickly spring up and bound over answering with a formal"lockwood and co George karim speaking how may I help you "" hey georgie it's y/n sorry I didn't call sooner I've been quite busy"my heart skips a beat before I reply "it's no problem y/n but truth be told I was worried u have the wrong number" "heh yeah just been bust with work I was wondering if you where free tomorrow at around lunchtime so we could meet up and I don't know hang out?" "sounds great y/n name a time and place" "uhhhh 11am at the library ok?" "it sounds wonderful see you then" I say grinning before we both hang up. "who was that 'georgie' " I turn around to see lockwood standing in the doorway smirking at me. "none of your buisnes 'locky' " I say smirking back at his now obvious scowl. " fine I guess you deserve this one" he says as I raise a eyebrow in confusion he begins yelling. "LUCY GEORGE GOT A DATE WITH THE CUTE GIRL AT THE LIBRARY!!!"

*Next day*

Y/n's pov:

I don't know why I'm so nervous it's not like this is a proper date I just couldn't help but notice how sparks seemed to fly when we spoke and how easy it was to just well be myself.

After arivving ten minutes early at the library I decide to sit at a desk overlooking the entrance so I would be able to spot him when he entered. After exactly ten minutes I saw him stroll through before looking around and grinning when he saw me wave from above. I quickly descended the stairs before walking over and greeting him "hiya Georgie"

"hey n/n" I blush at the nickname before offering my hand. "right this way" I say smiling at him only feeling slightly shy. I walked him back to my spot it was a very good one not where a lot of people sat but with access to all my favourite books and lots of room for writing and in this case a hopefully good place for a first date. "So um how have you been" I ask fingers shaking slightly. "he seems to notice as he enterlocks our fingers smiling back at me" I've been very well though I would have been better if I had seen you everyday" he's state's making me blush a darker shade of pink. "that's good a-anyway I thought we could maybe get to know each other a bit before heading to get Italian and then maybe walk around the park for a bit??" I hope he likes the idea I wouldn't want to do anything he likes but yet again he's smiling "I'd love that. As you know my name is George karim I am a agent for a small company called lockwood and co, I love researching here at the archives I have sight and touch but they aren't too strong, I am very invested in learning more about the problem at any given opportunity, I like cooking and when somethings bothering me I tend to stress clean my favourite beverage is tea or hot chocolate, I like pizza and doughnuts and I love cats. "" awesome I guess it's my turn now. " I say smiling because he seems like someone I will love getting along with." well my name is y/n y/l/n I work at the library identifying and classifying ghosts I have sight and listening but not very strong I mostly rely on touch. I love learning about the problem and I help bigger companies figure out how ghosts form and why they form. My favourite drink is f/b I love reading and writing but also going outside for walks. I'm definitely a cat/dog person I like pizza and and late night researching. " we talk for a little longer before going and eating pizza for lunch now we are walking in the park a hour before curfew as the sun begins setting painting the sky with beautiful pinks oranges and purples" so George I had a great time I really hope we can meet up again sometime" I say looking deeply into his eyes. "I had a wonderful time to I was wondering if maybe we could I'm I don't know kiss?" he said the last part in a small vice before looking away meaning he didn't see my features light up I quickly grasped his collar in one hand the other gently cupping his jaw as he looked back before softly connecting our lips. The kiss its self was soft gentle a little awkward and shy but still just amazing. As we pulled apart I rested my head on his chest before softly saying "I hope that was ok " he gently tilted my face back up to his reconnecting our lips as the last of the sun caught us with its full light illuminating us and bathing out bodies in a soft glow I hope this moment would never end as I closed my eyes and kissed back.

The end I hope you all enjoyed it if you want a part two comment pleas like and follow for more fics

[onlyfreds]

He's a Simp | F.W.

Title: He's a Simp

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred is a simp when it comes to Hogwart's most popular girl: Y/N L/N

A/N: This is absolutely the first time that I wrote the whole fic through Fred's POV.

(Fred’s POV)

“Finally!” George said as he hopped off the couch, stretching a bit, “What took you forever? I’m starving.”

I rolled my eyes at him, flipping him off, “Don’t be overdramatic. I only took five minutes.”

George scoffed, “Whatever, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

The two of us then headed down to the Great Hall then we sat down next to Ginny.

“What took you two so long?” She asked as she took a bite out of her toast.

“Oh nothing.” George said, filling his cup with pumpkin juice, “Fred just wanted to make sure that he looked good for his favorite girl.”

I felt my cheeks heat, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Can we at least eat breakfast first before you two argue?” Ron said impatiently, cutting off the argument.

“Who’s Fred’s favorite girl anyway?” Harry asked.

Hermione looked at him, “You seriously don’t know?”

Harry shook his head.

“His favorite girl is none other than Y/N L/N.” George said, teasingly nudging my shoulder.

Harry still looked confused, “Who?”

“Miss Popular!” Ron said through a mouthful of food.

“She’s the most intelligent.” Hermione said.

“The kindest, the sweetest, the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest and the most amazing person in school.” I said, smiling dreamily.

“Aaw.” Ginny cooed, “Look at that, Freddie’s in love.”

George chuckled, “In love? He’s whipped for her. He’s basically a simp!”

“And, here she comes now.” Hermione said with a small smile.

As if on cue, Y/N came in with Angelina and Alicia.

At that moment, the world seemed to fall into slow motion, the way her eyes seemed to almost disappear behind her smile. Her laugh was a tune that came straight from heaven.

I wondered what it would be like if I made her laugh, if I was the cause of her laughter.

I wondered, as I always did, what it would be like to hold her, hug her, kiss her, love her so freely and openly to show the whole world how lucky I am to have her in my life. To call her mine.

I felt Ginny gently tap my chin, “Fred, you’re obviously gaping at her and you’re literally drooling.”

I could feel the blush rising up to my cheeks as I wiped the spit off my chin.

“Seriously Freddie.” Ginny said, smacking Ron’s hand away as he tried to reach for her toast, “Why don’t you ask her out? She’s really nice.”

George snorted, almost spewing his pumpkin juice on Harry, “Ginny, before Fred could utter a single syllable in front of Y/N he would’ve already melted just by looking at her.”

“Yeah.” Hermione said with a small giggle, “Fred would do absolutely anything Y/N would tell him.”

Harry laughed, “That’s how much he’s whipped for her.”

“Mate, he’s practically wrapped around her finger.” Ron said.

Harry leaned forward, “You better get a move on mate. Before someone else beats you to it.”

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George and I were walking back from the library, having finished researching for one of my products when I heard someone calling me.

“Hey Fred! Wait up!”

I turned and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that Y/N was the source of the voice.

“H-hi, what’s u-up?” I asked, praying that the blush could only be mistaken for the heat.

She gave a small smile, handing me a book, “Here, you left this in the library.”

I took the book from her, “T-thanks.”

She nodded, “I’ll see you around.” Then she headed back inside the library.

George nudged my shoulder teasingly, “Aaw, somebody’s a simp.”

I flipped him off, “Who wouldn’t be? Just look at her.”

He tried to reach for the book Y/N handed me, but I swatted his hand away, holding the book close to my chest.

George scoffed, “You really are obsessed.”

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News about the Yule Ball traveled around Hogwarts spread like wildfire. Now guys were asking their dream girls left and right.

Ron was planning on asking Hermione, Harry was too late for Ginny and George had already asked Angelina.

My only problem: How was I supposed to ask Y/N L/N?

I was walking back from the owlery when I overheard a conversation from a bunch of guys I didn’t know.

“Mate, do you already have a date for the ball?”

“No, I was actually planning on asking Y/N.”

“You’d be one lucky guy to date her.”

“She’s literally the girl of my dreams.”

“Come on, whoever gets to marry her. I would be so jealous of.”

My hands immediately clenched to fists at my side as I walked away from the group.

My thoughts were so clouded that I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” We both said at the same time.

I looked up and my eyes met the y/e/c ones of Y/N.

“Sorry.” I apologized sheepishly, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She gave a reassuring smile, “It’s fine. I was just heading to the owlery.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I had just gone there.”

Y/N was already halfway up the stairs when an impulsive and possibly rash decision made me call after her, “Hey Y/N!”

She turned around, “Yeah?”

“Will you go to the ball with me?” I asked, immediately regretting my decision and started to brace myself for rejection.

But she just smiled, “I would love to.”

My eyes widened, thinking I’ve misheard her, “Come again?”

She giggled, the sound similar to angels singing, “I said that I would love to go to the ball with you.”

I grinned, “Thanks. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

She nodded, her beaming smile never seemed to leave her lips, “Sounds brilliant.”

I walked back to the common room with a spring in my step, not believing my luck that out of all the people in this school, I was Y/N’s date to the ball.

“Someone’s in a good mood today.” George said.

I grinned, “How couldn’t I be Georgie? The sun’s shining. It’s a beautiful day.”

“Come on.” Ginny said, suddenly interested in the conversation, “We know there’s something going on. So just spill it.”

I smiled, leaning back on the couch, “I asked Y/N to the ball.”

“And?” Ginny and George said in unison.

“She said yes.”

“Yes!” Both of them said, doing a little celebration dance along with the chant, “She said yes! She said yes! She said yes!”

It was honestly the best day of my life.

--

Christmas couldn’t come any faster.

Next thing I knew, I was already standing at the end of the staircase by the Great Hall.

I fiddled nervously with the end of the jacket the dress robes came with, hoping that Y/N didn’t back out last minute.

I then heard soft footsteps growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

“She’s beautiful.” I heard Angelina say next to causing me to turn around.

My jaw literally dropped when I saw her. She looked like a goddess dressed in a y/f/c gown that fell a bit past her knees with her hair tied up in a half-up half-down look. Giving a shy smile when she saw me staring at her.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” I said, when she arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

Her cheeks were suddenly painted with a tint of rose pink, “You look quite dashing as well.”

I offered my arm to her, “Ready to party?”

She giggled, taking it, “Absolutely.”

Everyone was looking at us when we entered, I saw George give me a thumbs-up from afar.

--

We were taking a small break after dancing the night away. Having a drink in a secluded part of the hall.

“What are you doing on the arm of a Weasley, L/N?” An, obviously, drunk Adrian Pucey calls out.

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she answered, “Why? What do you care?”

Pucey gave a drunken laugh, “Shouldn’t you be on the arm of someone better? Like me?”

I was ready to go and teach the guy a lesson on manners when Y/N placed a hand on my arm, “Are you trying to make me laugh Adrian? Whoever told you that you were better than Fred Weasley is talking dragon dung. And I would rather skip the ball than not be on Fred’s arm. So, if you excuse us, we have to go.” She said, dragging me back into the Great Hall.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She apologized, “Pucey could be such a prick at times.”

I paid no attention to her apology, “Do you really mean it?”

She gave me a confused look, “Mean what?”

“What you said. That you would rather skip the ball than be someone else’s date?”

She blushed, “Yeah.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard; has she been waiting for me to ask her this whole time?

“I’ve actually fancied for such a long time.” She admitted, fiddling with a stray strand of her hair.

Have I actually died and this is already heaven?

Y/N was stunned at her sudden confession and started to ramble, “Oh Godric, I’m sorry. I just made things so awkward. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I mean, of course you won’t feel the same. Why would you? I could be so annoying at times and I’m not even that pretty. Besides, I’m sure there are other girls that are way in your league-“

She wouldn’t let me speak, so I did the only thing I knew to shut her up: I crashed my lips onto hers.

I rested my hands on her waist as she rested hers on my shoulder.

Once our lungs started to demand for air we pulled away.

“Will you let me talk now?” I asked.

Y/N looked up at me, cheeks painted red, “Yeah. Sure.”

“I love you too.” I confessed, “You did not make things awkward, you made it feel like I was in heaven. You are the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on. My whole family teases me for being such a simp for you. I am so whipped that I would gladly do anything you ask me to do. So, now all those have been sorted out, will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?”

She giggled, pressing our lips together in a brief kiss, “That’s the best thing I would ever be: Fred Weasley’s girlfriend.”

There was no denying that Fred Weasley is a simp for Y/N L/N.

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Georgie Cooper x Reader

Summary: To appease his worried mother, Sheldon employs the techniques of a self-help book to try and make a friend.

Warnings: None

AN: I plan to write a new chapter once a week. It may change at the end of the school year. On the other hand, I tried to add more to the story. I hope you guys like it.

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Y/N's Pov

I am walking to lunch, and when I round the corner, I see Mary and George looking through the lunchroom window and talking to each other. I make a confused face while listening in on their conversation. "Look at him. It breaks my heart," Mary says sadly. "Poor little guy. Sitting all alone", George says sadly while responding to Mary's comment. "I don't know why his brother or even Y/N can't sit with him. Actually, Where is Y/N. I don't see her anywhere."

"I'm right here," I say, spooking Mary and George before continuing with, "Also, I tried to sit with Sheldon on his first day, and he said it would be best for me to sit with people who have the same intellect as me. I found that rude because he meant Georgie, and I am so much smarter than Georgie. Anyways, Georgie doesn't sit with him because he says In school, they don't know each other". I look between Georgie and Sheldon, then look at my godparents. "Yeah, come on Mary, when you were in high school would you have lunch with a nine-year-old," George asked Mary. "Yes, I would have," Mary responded.  "Well, there is something wrong with you." I took George's words as a sign to leave.

"Well, I'm... gonna... go," I told the married couple before heading into the lunchroom to sit with Georgie and our friends. I sat down to Georgie, trying to fit as many grapes as he can into his mouth. "Fourteen," he yelled out while all of Georgie's friends cheered him on. Georgie spits them all out before turning to me. "What did you think," Georgie asked me, trying to get my opinion on his 'cool' trick. "Georgie, if I wanted to see you stuff your mouth, I would just wait till dinner. In other words, not that interesting," I told my best friend. Georgie replied with a sad "oh" before going back to talking with his friends. I went back to finishing my newest sketch of a finch.

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Georgie and I walked into the house. "Georgie, would you do me a tiny little favor," Mary asked Georgie while he was getting a drink out of the fridge. I sat with the girl I thought of as a little sister before saying hi. Georgie responded back with a "like what" before Mary asked Georgie to sit with Sheldon. I already told Mary why I don't sit with Sheldon. Missy with her smart remarks told Georgie, "Don't do it. I ate with him in second grade, it really hurt my social life." Georgie walked off while replying to Mary with a "No thanks". I kicked Missy under the table, then gave her a 'seriously' look. I shook my head and followed Georgie to 'help' him with his homework, which was more like do his work.

I don't follow Georgie because I'm his lost puppy. I follow Georgie to help him. Without me, Georgie would grow up to be a homeless man with great hair. I am basically Georgie's Guardian angel.

"Georgie, why do I always end up doing your homework? At this point, I don't even think you know how to read. Those magazines are just for show, and you know it. You probably only look at the pictures," I said to Georgie while sitting on his bed doing our geometry homework. "Aw, come on Y/N, don't you know that you're the smartest out of both of us. Without you, I would probably still be in the 5th grade. You were right about something though, those books are for looking, but I can read you." I roll my eyes at Georgie's comment before looking down and smiling.

I admit I might have a bit of a crush on Georgie but we're best friends, and how could I ever compare those girls in his magazine. If I tell Georgie that I like him, that could ruin our friendship, and that would be weird because we live together. So, I just stick to being his best friend. That way our friendship isn't ruined and I can still be as close to him as I can.

"Well I finished your homework and it's 10 o'clock, so I guess this is it. Have a good night," I said before heading out.

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Georgie's POV

Y/N walked out of my room. I felt sad because she was gone. We talk all day, she does my homework, and we have practiced together, but I still miss her. "Maybe I like her," I mumble to myself while laying down staring at the ceiling. "Naw, that can't be," I said. I shut off my light and fell asleep.

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Y/N's POV

I was leaving my art class when I see Sheldon talking to one of the cheerleaders. It's weird to be seeing Sheldon interacting with people without them running off and crying. It interested me so much I decided to listen in.

"Go wolves," Sheldon said in a monotone voice. Jessica closed her locker confused. Sheldon responded back to Jessica with, "You're a cheerleader, and by saying "Go Wolves" I'm initiating a conversation about something that interests you." "Oh, are you one of those special ed kids," Jessica asked still trying to understand what was happening. The older sister part of me kinda felt angry that she said that, but on the other hand she was talking to Sheldon. "My mom says I'm special. Would you like to be friends" Sheldon asks. She tells him, no, but Sheldon keeps going, "Are you sure? What if I told you I admired your boldly-applied makeup?" Jessica walks off offended.

I walk up to Sheldon frantically and say, "Sheldon, you can't say mean things like that. I'm at the top of the pyramid today, and Jessica is right underneath me." "Oh, I didn't know what I said was offensive. I thought that I was complimenting her," Sheldon says. "Well, just try not to insult people. If you don't know what to say, don't say anything to them." Sheldon replies with an "alright" before walking away from me. I watch Sheldon go before heading to my next class.

I got to my next class and I sat down beside Georgie. "I just ran into Sheldon trying to make friends," I told Georgie while I get the stuff I need for class out of my backpack. "I feel bad for whoever had to put up with Sheldon. That boy is not one for making friends," Georgie responds to my comment. "Well, I think it's cute, but I feel bad because he didn't make one friend." "You sound like my mom," Georgie says. I glare at Georgie. The teacher walks in and starts the class.

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I hear Mary yelling about how Sheldon made a friend. I felt happy for him. I feel like Sheldon would really benefit from having a friend. I mean, I have Georgie, and we're inseparable.

I also heard Sheldon ask if he can start his rocketry hobby again with his new friend and I dipped. The last time he launched a rocket he killed a family of squirrels and my eyebrows. I wanted to bond with Sheldon so I helped him with his rocket.

I went downstairs to watch tv with Missy. She was watching DuckTales. "I'm surprised you're not with Georgie," Missy comments as I sit down with her. I roll my eyes and say, "Georgie isn't my whole life. I talked to Sheldon earlier, and now I just want to hang out with you. Sheldon has a new friend now, I have Georgie, but I feel like you don't have anyone to hang out with. So, what do you say tomorrow I take you to get your nails done." Missy's eyes go wide and she excitedly shouts, "Yes, I'm gonna go tell mom!"

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After school, Missy and I went to get our nails done.

(Missy's Nails)

(Y/N's Nails)

When Missy and I got home Mary told us that Sheldon's friend was coming over. Missy and I sat down to talk and watch tv. There was a knock at the door, and that set Mary off. "He's here," she yelled. "Everybody, stay calm! Just a normal day, just a normal dinner," she continued. Missy asks if she and I can eat in front of the TV, which obviously didn't end well.

We're all sitting at the dinner table, except for Mary, when George starts asking Tam, questions. George makes it weird when he asked Tam if his mom was named Kim-lee. Me and Georgie look at each other with a cringed look.

Georgie releases us from the weird vibes when he asks Tam, "So, Vietnam, like in Rambo." Tam responds with a "yes" and then Georgie continues with, "That's a cool movie." Georgie asks Tam if he's in Rambo and I look at him and elbow him in the ribs. Georgie says, "oww, what was that for" before Tam tells him "no". Sheldon brings the conversation back to George's comment, but it is cut off by Mary serving dinner.

We learned a lot about Tam's family and life. It was very interesting. Georgie said a couple more stupid things, which earned him a few more elbows to the ribs.

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I was in my room, getting ready for bed. Georgie walks in and sits on my bed.

(Y/N's Room)

(Y/N's PJ's)

"How was the day with my sister," Georgie asks me. I sign for Georgie to get off the bed and say, "We had fun. After our nails, we went to Dairy Queen and got a blizzard. I think Missy and I really needed today, you know." Georgie helps me make my bed and continues the conversation, "I missed you today." "Is Georgie Cooper jealous? Georgie Cooper didn't have someone to do his homework and now he's sad," I said mocking Georgie. Georgie grows a sad look on his face and says, "No, I missed my best friend. Not the girl that does my homework, or the girl that helps me clean my room. I miss the girl I talk to for hours. The girl that makes me feel special compared to the rest of my family. I miss that girl and that girl is you."

"Wow, that was deep for a kid that went a couple of hours without seeing me, but I know how you feel. Missy and Sheldon don't know how to do the things we do. I almost made Missy cry by insulting her earlier. I think I hang around boys too much," I say getting ready to lay down. Georgie climbs into the bed with me and we silently talk for the rest of the night.

[ashdumpsterpile]

ASH’S TMA HURT/COMFORT/FLUFF REC LIST 

For the gays. (And @damcrows who’s been dead for the past 24 hours. Rest in peace babe. Read some gay fic. Deny the inevitability of canon. <3)

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the end, but the start (of all things that are left to do)  by @ajkal2

Jon wakes up.

aka. mag200 tore out my heart

(Very smol, very short, very spoiler. Def recommend for anyone who just finished the podcast.)

remind me how to smile by @tamerofdarkstars

Jon is probably fine, just hiding out somewhere while the whole murder thing blows over and that's... fine. Martin is fine with that explanation. Really. He's got plenty to distract himself - like listening through the entire What the Ghost episode library, for example. Or watching Georgie Barker's Instagram livestreams.

(Yea this was in the last rec list, but you don’t understand THE ADMIRAL GIVES CUDDLES)

Chamomile by Dribbledscribbles

Whatever the ex-tea was, if it really had ever been that last bag of chamomile Martin claimed he’d found tucked in the back of the cupboard, it was fast now.

Martin had tried catching it, chasing it, blocking its way with shoebox lids and plates and an upended footstool, but the thing was just too quick. Jon knew as well as Knew that he might have left off the attempts completely if not for the creature’s preferred game.

The game was, See How Many Times I Can Push Martin Towards Cardiac Arrest Before He Comes at Me with The Broom.

(Scottish Honeymoon Era. Adorable and weird. A vampire gets harassed.)

hey stranger by @ennuijpg

It’s a late night Tesco run, how eventful could it be? It’s not like Martin is going to run into his boss who’s wearing something absurdly different from usual and get the most acute form of whiplash possible from seeing him, right?

(Martin runs into Jon at the grocery store and has an existential crisis.)

roses roses, roses. by @judesstfrancis

Rose scented laundry detergent. Running into Jon in the breakroom. Running into Jon on his way back to his desk. Rose scented detergent. Running into Jon. Roses. Jon. Roses, roses, roses. 

(Canon enemies to friends to lovers au-ish. Martin POV. Very pining much sweet.)

go softly by doomcountry

And there is nothing else besides this. 

(More hurt/comfort than fluff. Scottish Honeymoon Era. Mild eye mutilation.)

Not Alone by @backofthebookshelf

After the coffin, Daisy and Jon are both fragile. They hold each other up. 

(Post-buried Jon&Daisy starter pack. Very hurt/comfort.)

trust my love by antlsepticeye

“you… you’re real, aren’t you?” jon whispers, the fog slowly dissipating from his mind. “it is not a trick?”

“i’m here,” martin says softly, reaching up to grab jon’s hand that was resting on his cheek, intertwining his fingers with jon’s and squeezing. he moves jon’s hand to martin’s chest, resting it over his heart. “you’re alright. i’m alright. take your time, love. let’s just take some deep breaths, okay?”

(TOUCHSTARVED JON HAS ENTERED THE CHAT.)

reaching out by Athina_Blaine

By the time things settled, when Martin had finally managed to crack through his cold shell, feel some of his old self returning to him in bits and pieces, they had found their little routine.

One that had the two of them sleeping in the same bed, making breakfast, going to the mart. Where Jon reached for his wrist while they slept, and Martin luxuriated in the gentle warmth of his fingers.  

But not one where Martin reached back. One that had Martin kissing Jon awake or taking his hand over the breakfast table, because ... Martin never had the courage to try. And then it never became a part of the routine.

And Martin desperately wanted it to be.

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Martin and Jon have an important conversation.

(More Scottish Honeymoon Era for the soul. Hurt/comfort/fluff.)

Belabor by @janekfan​

Jon's given the position of Archivist and is falling apart at the seams. Tim and Sasha are upset and playing games. Elias is overbearing and manipulative.

And poor Martin is stuck cleaning up the mess.

(THEE first fic I ever read for tma. Season 1, hurt/comfort/fluff, and hints of Jmartin. janekfan is the absolute master of seasons 1-3 hurt/comfort. This is my favorite, but pls check out the rest of their fics.)

tea, blankets, and a damnable stubborn attitude by ivelostmyspectacles

“Are you really gonna stay here and pester Jon all evening?”

“I’m not pestering him,” Martin retorted, sounding vehement if not busy going through the cupboards. “I’m heating up soup.”

“Oh, you might as well make him another cup of tea while you’re at it.”

“Oh, good idea.”

Jon shot Tim a withering look.

(The one where Jon is ill, Martin makes tea and they watch doctor who together. Fluff 1000%.)

A Kind Hand by @voiceless-terror

Jonathan Sims was adjusting just fine, thank you very much.

In which a minor workplace spill causes Jon to realize that he might have friends.

(Ah yes, the other master of seasons 1-3 fic aka voiceless-terror being my other fav author in the fandom. This one is also season 1 hurt/comfort/fluff.)

A Weather In The Flesh by @cuttoothed

"There is a span of years where Jon doesn’t touch anyone other than the occasional hand shake. It’s not so bad. He’s never been someone who’s needed physical affection."

*

Jon has never been any good at making people want to stick around.

(More touched starved Jon! Much hurt/comfort!)

Something Old, Something New by @cirrus-grey

Months have passed, and everyone is doing better than they were. Daisy and Basira are getting married, Melanie is feeling her old self, Georgie is as much herself as she has ever been, and even Jon has stabilized on his wild fall away from humanity. Everyone is doing better.

Well. Almost everyone.

(Daisy/Barsira wedding! Melanie is a bitch and we love her! Jmartin dance! Post-canon (almost) everyone lives!)

The Weight of Love by @voiceless-terror

Jon is a restless sleeper. Martin attempts to adjust. 

(The fic where Jon is literally me and Martin attempts to sleep for 1k words.)

The Art of Conversation by @voiceless-terror

"Do you ever stop talking?"

Jon has a complicated relationship with words. Difficulties come and go.

(Jon has adhd and Martin is in love.)

Novelty by @backofthebookshelf

Jon experiences A Sexual Attraction; Martin has A Concern. They figure it out.

(Any fic that explores the ace spectrum is a 10/10. We stan all ace interpretations of jon on this blog.)

Half a Hug by Dathen

I know you weren’t going to hurt me, I trust you, he said again and again. And then a different kind of fear shone through, hollow and echoing: “Please don’t stop touching me."

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Or: Life is hard when you're touch-starved but have trauma related to your closest friend.  Spoilers through TMA 132.

(Honestly bless every author who saw jon&daisy and was like. They’re siblings. No I will not elaborate.)

the loneliness never left me (but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company) by Athina_Blaine

It was about Martin making Jon feel safe, treasured, and loved. And it had been so, so long since anyone made him feel that way.

And, in the face of it all, Jon was starting to flounder.

(At this point I just need to make separate rec list for Scottish Honeymoon Era.)

you can watch me corrode by scarletfish

"So, how long have you been pulling this shit then?"

"I… excuse me?" Jon’s indignant, certain she can’t mean what he thinks she means.

"When was the last time you ate?"

(Georgie decides Jon and Melanie need a normal day off. Jon learns that he and Melanie have more in common than he thought.)

(Look, Melanie isn’t my favorite person in tma, but she and Jon are like THE SAME PERSON and I adore fics that elaborate on their relationship.)

Out of the Wind, In From the Cold by @ostentenacity

There are two bedrooms in the safehouse, and two beds.

For a moment, Jon considers asking to share, but decides against it with a wince. “I really loved you,” Martin had told him. Loved. Past tense. And Martin doesn’t exactly have a lot of choices right now in terms of company; it would be cruel to demand he play at feelings he no longer has just to make Jon happy.

(For a moment, Martin considers asking to share. But he dismisses the idea with a shake of his head. Jon has already done so much for him. Martin isn’t about to ask for more, especially not when it’s something he doesn’t really need. He has his right mind back, and he has Jon’s friendship. That should be enough for him. It’ll have to be.)

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Jon thinks that Martin doesn’t love him. Martin thinks that Jon doesn’t love him. They do not, of course, discuss this. Unrequited love is already awkward enough, right? No need to dwell on it.

(THEE SCOTTISH HONEYMOON ERA FIC. IT’S ABOUT THE PINING, BEING MUTUALLY OBLIVIOUS AND FALLING IN LOVE. 10000/10.) 

I Do by @voiceless-terror

“I, um- this was supposed to be a lot more romantic, I swear.” Martin looks down at the dirty bar floor. “I had it all planned out, I-I was going to take you somewhere nice, and then we’d go for a walk in the square- I’ll still do it!” He hurries to explain, as if that’s the most pressing part of this situation. “It’ll be really nice, I’ve already hired a photographer-”

In a fit of protectiveness, Martin proposes to Jon.

(Everyone lives, Martin accidentally proposes and Jon is crying in public.) 

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[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano Please PT. 7

Word Count : about 2K

TW: Percy🤮, mental health, and descriptions of malnourishment (not ED related) and smoking(not done by anyone in first person)

Jenna's POV (finally)

Oh my god she kissed me. She actually kissed me!

I can't believe I've known her for two weeks and I'm already down this bad. 

The walk home from Y/N's apartment isn't a bad one, just a few blocks away, so when I get to my complex, Percy, my other costar is waiting for me in the lobby.

"So, how was your walk with that girl?" he asks, implying so much with his tone.

"Really nice," I smile, unable to hide my excitement.

"Cool, cool. Emma tells me you all went for pizza together?"

"Yeah, we would have invited you but you were filming."

"Maybe you can take me there some other time. Anyhow, tell me about the walk?"

"Well if you really want all the details..." I start.

"I do," he interjects.

"She and I kissed," I confess, a blush rising in my cheeks.

"Congratulations," he says, his tone coming off a little forced. It's been pretty clear from the beginning that he has some form of feelings for me, but I've made it clear I'm not interested in anything more than friendship.

"Well..." I say awkwardly, "I'm gonna go up to my apartment, get those few hours of sleep."

God that was so awkward.

...

My wake-up alarm blares, causing me to jolt awake. 4:30 already?

I rub the sleep from my eyes, slowly making my way out of bed and into the shower.

My driver comes to pick me up at 5:15, there's no time to visit Y/N for coffee today.

I'm in the makeup trailer by 5:30, getting my hair done as soon as I arrive.

"Morning Jenna," Joy smiles from across the trailer.

"Hello," I wave.

"Percy tells me you had a lot of fun last night," Georgie winks from a few chairs over, his gorgon headdress being carefully placed on his head.

"He told you that?" my jaw drops in disbelief. Georgie nods. Wow Percy, That's really none of your business to share.

And look who it is, Percy Hynes White walks into the trailer.

"What the fuck Percy!" I exclaim, "you told them I kissed Y/N?"

"Jenna, I need you to sit still so we can get your eyeliner right," the makeup artist tells me.

"Okay, give me one second."

"Yeah, I told him, so?" he rolls his eyes

"Percy, it's my right to say who I kiss. Not yours."

"Well last I checked I had the right to freedom of speech," he retorts.

"Look, I don't want to start a fight, Percy," I say, trying to be calm, "but you can't do that again."

"Okay, fine," he sighs exasperatedly, "I won't go around telling people about your stupid barista girlfriend." He dramatically exits, slamming the door behind him. What a diva.

"To be clear, guys, she's not my girlfriend," I clarify.

"Not yet anyway," Georgie winks.

"Don't get my hopes up."

Every day of the week my schedule piles up more and more.

I have cello in between shoots, fencing after work, and archery with Percy every few days. 

It's Saturday already and I haven't seen Y/N once! I hope she doesn't think I'm ghosting her.

I just got onto set and immediately I'm rushed into the costume trailer to get into my fencing gear. It's such an action heavy day and I already feel so light headed. I want to tell the director that I can't do it. I know it will just absolutely destroy me, but before I can get a word out, I'm practically pulled onto set.

My breakfast of a small fruit salad churns in my stomach. I can't so much as focus for twenty seconds as the stunt choreographer starts to debrief us on the scene.

I look over at Joy, the person I'm fighting in this scene, she seems to be taking everything in perfectly.

My head starts to ache with dizziness.

"Jenna, are you okay?" the AD asks.

Say it's fine. Like you always do. Be easy to work with.

"I- I think I n-need to sit down," I stutter quietly. My legs practically give away the second a chair is brought over to me.

The on set nurse is quick to bring me a glass of water which I drink gratefully.

"Are you feeling nauseated, Jenna?" she asks me.

"No, just a little lightheaded," I force a smile.

"You look a tad pale, did you have breakfast this morning?" she inquires.

"Yeah, I had a fruit salad."

"Is that what you have every day?" she asks.

"More or less," I answer truthfully.

"That's not nearly enough protein and nutrients for someone with a schedule like yours. Do you ever have eggs?"

"No, I'm a vegan," I explain.

"Oh right, well in that case you need to find a way to get more protein and iron or else it's only going to get worse," she tells me.

"O-okay," I say. God Jenna, you've really messed up this time.

"You should go home and get some rest, I'll get the producers to move your cello class to tomorrow."

"No!" I exclaim, "I need to do this!"

"Jenna, I can't let you do this today. You need to rest and recover."

"No, I need to be on set!" What kind of lead in a show DOESN'T show up to set when she needs to be there. What kind of person does this make me?

"Jenna, you need to rest. How about a compromise, you can do your cello lesson, but you need to go back to your apartment and get rest."

"Fine," I sigh, disappointed in myself.

"Do you have anyone who can take you home?" she asks, "all of our drivers are on break right now."

"No," I say half heartedly. I could ask Y/N, but I don't want to burden her. I don't want to burden anyone.

"Okay, let's get you to your trailer and you can lie down there for now." I nod cautiously. Standing up is worse than usual. Immediately, I can feel myself getting dizzy.

We walk back to my trailer, I find myself lying down on the couch. My head spins with worry What if production is delayed because of me?

I hear a knock on my trailer door, "Hey Jenna, it's me, Emma.

"Come in," I say happily. I love being around Emma. She's such a positive person.

"Joy says you're not feeling too good."

"Yeah, I guess," I say.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she sits down next to me, "you wanna talk?"

"It's just a lot," I confess, "all of these classes, and shoots, and work in general. It's just so much. And now I have to change what I'm eating because apparently I'm not getting enough nutrients!" Tears start to fall down my face.

"Hey, I've got you," she soothes me, stroking my hair, "it's gonna be okay."

It's about then that I slowly fall asleep.

Y/N's POV:

God, I hope I didn't fuck up with Jenna. The last time I was Tuesday night when we kissed. I haven't even gotten a text since.

I'm scared, what if she doesn't like me anymore?

"What's got you so upset? " Nessa asks between drags on her cigarette. I cough on the smoke coming from it.

"I just wish I could talk to Jenna," I admit.

"Man, just chill, it's normal to go a few days without talking to someone."

"Yeah, but normally if the last interaction was a kiss, it means that relationship is over," I point out.

"Just chill out, okay, acting's like, a hard job."

"Fine," I say, getting up, "I'm gonna drive home. See ya tomorrow."

The walk from the coffee shop to my car is less than two minutes. I only drove to work today because I was coming from Nessa's apartment and didn't want to leave my car there.

As soon as I get into the driver's seat, my phone starts to buzz with a call from a number I haven't seen before. Curious, I decide to pick up.

"Hello, is this Y/N?" the voice behind the phone asks.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Hi! This is Emma from Tuesday night, Jenna's not feeling well today, and I was wondering if you could drive her home from set?"

"Shit, is she okay?" I inquire. Fuck, I hope everything is alright!

"She'll be fine," Emma assures me, "can you drive her?"

"Sure, is she okay with that?"

"In all honesty, she's asleep right now and I found your number on a piece of paper on her counter."

"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

"Shut up, I was doing what I thought was right."

"Okay, fine, I'll come pick her up, but I don't want her to be surprised to see me."

"Deal." I hang up the phone. This day just got a lot more interesting.

I pull up to set about thirty minutes later to see Jenna and Emma waiting for me. I can see immediately what Emma meant by Jenna not feeling well.

There were heavy bags under her eyes, but the rest of her skin was so much paler than usual. I could see her twitching a bit, and it seemed like she was struggling to stay alert. Seeing her like this immediately replaces any resentment I may have had for her for avoiding me with pure concern.

"Hey there," I roll down the window to talk to them.

"Thank you so much for coming," Jenna says, smiling weakly.

"Here, let me help you into the car," I say gently, getting out to open the passenger seat door for her.

"I'll let you two be on your merry way then," Emma says cheerfully, "Feel better, Jenna." Leaving me and Jenna alone in the car together.

The silence between us is anything but comfortable. The radio went to static from low signal, and neither of us know what to say.

After a painfully awkward twenty five minutes, we pull up next to her apartment. 

"Can you help me up?" she asks, clearly a little embarrassed. I smile, and offer her a hand which she gratefully takes.

"Thank you so much, I don't know how I can repay you."

"Consider it a random act of kindness." She laughs a little.

The two of us walk to the elevator quietly, not really knowing what we could possibly say.

"So what's got you feeling so sick?" I ask curiously.

"Not getting enough protein, I guess."

"Oh that makes sense. Film sets probably don't have the best vegan options."

"On that, we can agree," she laughs weakly. The door flies open, revealing Jenna's apartment floor. I've never been in her place before.

"I'm right down the hall," she directs me.

I nod, and start walking with her.

She quickly disappears into her room to put on some more comfortable clothes, coming out in sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"Here, let's get you some food," I say, bringing her a pb&j sandwich, "I know its not a gourmet meal or anything, but peanut butter's really good for you."

"Thank you so much," she smiles, "I don't deserve you."

"Hey, don't say that," I say. 

"But I don'ttt," she whines, "I don't talk to you for days after kissing you and yet you come to take care of me as soon as you hear I'm not doing too good!" 

"Jenna, please just eat your sandwich," I laugh, "we can talk about it when you're doing better."

She nods, "okay."

A few minutes later, she's done with the sandwich, and I can tell she's getting tired.

"Hey, do you wanna try to get some rest?" I suggest. She nods quietly.

I help her up from the couch, and guide her to her room.

She goes to the bed to lie down, pulling the covers over herself to stay warm

I turn to leave, my plan is to go home, but it's quickly thwarted.

"Can you stay?" she pleads, "I don't want to be alone."

"Sure," I smile, sitting down on the opposite side of the bed. She slowly repositions herself to be cuddled up to my side, laying her head in my lap.

"Good night, Y/N/N," she says softly.

"Good night," I smile, kissing her forehead. 

I can see her vibrantly blushing in the dim light of her room. She's just so insanely cute.

I run my fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her. It doesn't take long before she fully falls asleep.

The two of us are gonna have a lot to talk about when she wakes up.

[mavkasilas]

If they were normal high school teenage kids

1. The baby and the babysitter

POV: One day when Percy woke up, he finds out his brothers and sister had turn into kiddos. He doesn't know how to act but only babysits them with Oliver until they find the resolution. But then.....

Fred: Percy, yes!

Percy: Freddie, no.

George: PERCY YESSS!

Percy: GEORGE, NOOO!!!

*George jumps towards to catch the curtains while the window was wide open, and his twin brother is cheering on the table*

Ron: WOW!!! Georgie FLY!

Ginny: *baby's gibberish* !!!

Percy: OH MY FKING GOD! you could've kill yourself! even turn into a baby yet you two still giving me heart attack! *pulls Fred off the curtain and held him in the arm*

Oliver: You good? It seems like you guys are having some adventures here. *place the pizzas on the dining table*

Percy: God, I wish this is a dream... This can't be real, right? I'm definitely dreaming.

Oliver: Well, Ginny has proofed you're not Alice in the wonderland.

*touches the bite mark on Percy's neck that leaved by Ginny*

Percy: Shit! Don't touch it! *snap off Oliver's hand*

Oliver: Don't curse in front of the children, Perce.

Perce: What? They still adults althought because of some shit things, they had turned into shitty annoying kids. I can swear whatever i want!

Fred: Oww! SHIT! *broke Ginny's teddy bear*

George: HAHAHAHA SHIT!

Ron: Oh my fucking GOD!!!

Ginny:*waves her tinny hands and throwing punches straight into Fred's face* *plus some furious baby's gibberish*

Oliver: I told you.

Percy: I refuse to get involve in this situation. *close his eyes in a denial way*

Oliver: Alright buddies! Who wants pizza for the dinner!

*the kids stop their actions and starre at Oliver*

Oliver: Everyone will got an extra cheesy slice if everyone behaves good. Or else, there will only salads for you guys as dinner! So, go wash your hands now!

*kids rush to the kitchen*

Percy: I never knew that you actually good at babysitting too? *the red head was too stunned to speak*

Oliver: Of course. I'm good at taking care of children, and you.

Percy: What?

Oliver: I brought you your favourite hazelnut brownie cakes. It's a reward for you, grumpy head.

*rubs Percy's hair and whisper besides his ear*

*annoying alarm clock's sound*

Oliver: Perce! WAKE UP! Time to go home!

Percy: ...what?

*wakes up with a messy hairstyle, looks completely lost*

Oliver: What what? The class is over, and it's time to go home.

Percy: ...aren't we, taking care of Fred...?

Oliver: You alright? Did you have nightmares? You seem pretty exhausted. *pulls a chair and sit in front of Percy*

Percy: It's not a nightmare... Or it is? *recalls the dream and feels a slightly migraine*

Oliver: Well, now you're awake. I'm here, don't worry.

Percy: Yea... glad i'm awake now.

Oliver: Let's go home, hope you don't forget that today's is our pizza day. Maybe you can share your dream with me while walking to home?

Percy: Sure. *grab his backpack, but then he realised something*

Percy: Pizza day?

Oliver: Yes! Fred held it because Ron and Ginny won the school cup on the chess game.

Percy: Someone please kill me.

Pov:...Percy realised everything is not a dream or hallucination. It's a predictive dream that tell him, the real nightmare has just begun.

-end-

2. Not only girls, boys can be scary too when they get jealous because of someone tries to 'hit on' his 'best bro'.

Oliver: You know Henry? Henry Thompson.

Cedric: Klein's little brother? The second year rugby player?

Oliver: Yes, him.

Cedric: What's wrong with him?

Oliver: I want to punch his face so much.

Cedric: ... What's wrong with you?

Oliver: Don't you think his face is so annoying? I mean, Klein is such a gentleman but how come his brother can be such a prick?

Cedric: Ermmm...*bite his bread*

Oliver: He got a girlfriend but he still wants to hit on Percy!

Cedric: Interesting, what makes you think like that?

Oliver: He offers Percy a ride to school.

Cedric: Percy's bike is broke and Henry leaves few blocks from him, reasonable.

Oliver: He bought Percy's lunch!

Cedric: They were just discussing the project, thus Alicia and Jonathan were there too. I feel it's pretty hard to ignore the love dorks.

Oliver: How about the chocolates and flowers on his desk?

Cedric: You know the Thompson brothers got a sister right? Jane Thompson, she's a fan of Ginny. She told Henry help her send those flowers and chocolates because Ginny won the school cup and she's too shy to hand it over by herself.

Oliver: How did you know all of these?

Cedric: Jeez you smells like you drown in a lemonade pool! Sour than the scoutboys' lemonade stall.

Oliver: Idk mate... idk what's wrong with me. I feel an urge to cuff Percy with me so that we can be together forever.

Percy: What you guys are talking?

Cedric: PERCY RUN! RUN!!!!! RUN FOR YOUR FREEDOME MATE!!!

-end-