holding it inside

BTS reaction to you crying because of their tour

anon:How BTS Reacts to You Crying Because They’re About to Leave For Tour  

It’s not the best thing that I had write but I still believe that you will like this^^ -admin Evv 

Jin

Originally posted by theseoks

Jin and you were sitting in car enjoing last minutes together before he would go to the plane. You couldn’t hold your emotions inside and started to cry, imagining how empty will be your life and house without him for next few months.  He would shower you with kisses and try to make you smile one more time before he leave. Jin was sad but not showing it to you to not make you more sad. He promise you that he’ll be giving you “suprises” to show you how he miss you. On tour everytime when he’ll get a chance Jin would “throw” kissed to camera for you, wondering that you’ll feel like he’s next to you.

“You can cry only know, okay? When I won’t be by your side you can’t cry. I’ll be always thinking about you and calling to you everytime when I can. Stay healthy and eat a lot.”

Yoongi

Originally posted by ygnj

You promise him that you won’t cry. You were always acting like women/man that is not crying because of small reason like tour. Yoongi knew your true feelings and that in real you’ll be miss him every day more than day before. Same like him. Seeing you crying would make him sad and now he realise how hard will be for him this separation. Yoongi would dry your tears with his thumb and sad expression. It would be hard leave you in airport crying. Everytime he would turn to you and looking if you are still crying and to appreciate his beautiful gf/bf. When he will turn to you for the last time,he would do aegyo to cheer you up, smile and send a kiss

“Now you’re making me more sad than I were. It’s only 1 month. We’ll see each other soon.I’m going to miss you more than you think.”

Hoseok

Originally posted by jeonsshi

It was foreseeable that Hobis’ tour will be hard for both of you. You and Hobi never spend more than 24hours far from eachother. Joint at the hip (kind of parrots 😂) -everyone were saying like this about you two. So when you started to cry he would try hard to not cry with you. He hated to see you crying so he would try his best to make you smile even when it was sad moment for him too (maybe even more sad for him than you). Somehow this situation would make him a little bit happy because you love him that much that you don’t want to apart with him for few months. After long, tight hug Hobi would kiss you for goodbye and promise you to call you when plane with land

“No.no.no. Don’t cry or I’ll start crying with you. Y/n, I’ll miss you so muuch. We’ll get through this. Time and distance doesn’t metter. ”

Namjoon

Originally posted by baebsaes

You helped him to pack his luggage because he could forget about something (or broke). You were checking if you had pack everything for him. Namjoon without warning back hugged you and put his head on yours. Some tears fall from your eyes because you knew that for few months he won’t be by your side and that you won’t feel his touch at your skin. He saw that you’re crying but he let you cry. Of course Namjoon would try to calm you with his touch and soft words. It was hard for him to leave you too but someone have to be strong and don’t cry to upraise partner. Namjoon knew that it would be always hard for both of you to split up for a long time but he believed in your realtionship and he knew that you too.

“I know that you’re sad bby but tours are part of my job.When I’ll back we’ll spend together all day.”

Jimin

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

You couldn’t go to airport with him because of fans. They don’t know about your realtionship with Jimin. So you were in his dorm waiting when he’ll be redy to bid him goodbye. When you saw Jimin smiling face you hide your face in your hands and stared to cry.  Seeing you cry would broke his heart. He doesn’t want to leave you but he have to. He knew that it could be hard to contact sometimes and seeing you now crying make him worried how would you react when he can’t contact with you for a long time. Chim would hug you and telling quietly to you earn how he loves you and that he’ll back soon. With heavy heart he leave dorm. When he get in car he look at window where you were waving to him with smile and tears in your eyes. He smile to you and send you quick kiss, believe that you won’t cry anymore.

“I love you, Y/n. I don’t want to leave you. I’ll try to facetime you everyday. I promise. Please, stop cry”

Taehyung

Originally posted by unicornrulerofnarnia

When Tae told you about his tour you said that you’re happy because of that “You won’t be getting in my way when I’ll be doing something and I’ll have peace and quiet.” That was what you told him. But the truth is that you don’t want to show him how you’ll be missing him and that you’re sad and scared that he could meet someone prettier and better. Who know what idea can pop into his head. Tae loves you and you know about this but still thought of loosing him scares you. So now, when both of you are standing last time together before tour and when you saw his smile you couldn’t hold tears. Tae was a little bit suprised because he remember what you had said. He hug you and tryied to calm you down. Tears would show on his eyes too but he dry it before you saw them. He would call you and talk with you till he walk into plane and assure you that there is no more precious person for him than you.

“woow. You told me that you’re happy that I’m leaving and now you’re crying. You’re making me confused. Goosh. I’ll miss you! Don’t cry and don’t be sad. I’ll be with you in your heart and you’ll be in mine.”

Jungkook          

Originally posted by vmintrash

You’re holding his hand like it can be last time. When time to say goodbye come you burst into tears. Jungkookie was sad seeing you like this. It was hard for him to leave you but he doesn’t show it because he knew that you’ll feel more down. So he smiled and told you that he’ll be calling you and there is no need to be sad. When he was going to plane, he turn to you, smiled and waved. His smile disappear when you couldn’t see him. Then he started to showing his sadness. He would still remembering how you cried and even if he was so happy to see his fans from all over the world, he would like to run to you, hug, stay with you and never let you out from his arms.

“It’s only 2 months, Y/n. You’ll be fine~ Stop crying. I want to see your smile before I’ll go. Don’t talk with other boys, think only about me like I’ll be thinking about you.”

anonymous asked:

7:26 PM, I don't know how to tell the person I'm in love with that I love them. It's driving me crazy holding it inside.

just say it, honestly, you got nothing to lose! you would probably regret it later if you don’t say what you feel now

I took my father to see Rogue One today. I’ve wanted to take him for a while. I wanted my Mexican father, with his thick Mexican accent, to experience what it was like to see a hero in a blockbuster film, speak the way he does. And although I wasn’t sure if it was going to resonate with him, I took him anyway. When Diego Luna’s character came on screen and started speaking, my dad nudged me and said, “he has a heavy accent.” I was like, “Yup.” When the film was over and we were walking to the car, he turns to me and says, “did you notice that he had an accent?” And I said, “Yeah dad, just like yours.” Then my dad asked me if the film had made a lot of money. I told him it was the second highest grossing film of 2016 despite it only being out for 18 days in 2016 (since new year just came around). He then asked me if people liked the film, I told him that it had a huge following online and great reviews. He then asked me why Diego Luna hadn’t changed his accent and I told him that Diego has openly talked about keeping his accent and how proud he is of it. And my dad was silent for a while and then he said, “And he was a main character.” And I said, “He was.” And my dad was so happy. As we drove home he started telling me about other Mexican actors that he thinks should be in movies in America. Representation matters.

anonymous asked:

What do you think about Bernie still standing and fighting for what he believes whilst Hillary has seemingly vanished from the face of the earth?

1) Bernard is a sitting senator. He doesn’t get extra plaudits for doing his job.

2) Hillary has been front and centre in politics for 30 years. As a lawyer, as First Lady of Arkansas and then the country, as New York senator and as SecState. From April 2015, she WAS the front line against Trump and all he stood for. She was out there every single day for a year and a half offering a viable, experienced, informed, dedicated and - yes - progressive alternative to Trump. When you ask the question “What was this person doing to fight Trump?”, Hillary Rodham Clinton was standing up and saying “PICK ME. I’M 69 AND I WILL FORGO A CALM AND HAPPY RETIREMENT IN ORDER TO SPEND EVERY DAY OF HOPEFULLY THE NEXT EIGHT YEARS OF MY LIFE FIGHTING FOR YOU AGAINST THIS KIND OF BULLSHIT. PICK ME. I’M READY. I’M WILLING. PLEASE.”

And what did she get for it? The same patronising, sexist bullshit she got the 30 years prior. A primary opponent who falsely introduced an entire generation to her as ‘The Goldman Sachs Lady’. A legion of “concerned liberals” in key swing states voting for Jill Fucking Stein in numbers that made up the vote-difference and more. Twitter Eggs and Facebook Bros saying “She’s just as bad if not worse than Trump.” WORSE THAN TRUMP. SERIOUSLY. And that wasn’t enough. As a final slap in the face, despite winning 3 million more votes than THAT opponent, despite being educated and capable and experienced and diligent and caring and ready, she was denied the office she respected so deeply, (in contrast to the coward who sits in it now), denied the opportunity to serve the country she was willing to sacrifice her Golden Years for on a technicality, through an arcane, archaic system. And just to make sure she wasn’t allowed to end this farce with even the faintest shred of dignity, faithless electors stripped her of electoral college votes she DID win, instead voting for the male primary opponent she FAIRLY beat by every democratic metric, a woman who didn’t even run for President, and a Republican. Oh, and then be told “Bernie would have won.”

If Hillary had been elected, Bernard wouldn’t HAVE to be “still standing and fighting.” Sure, he’d be working. He’d be doing his damn job. He’d be making sure the progressive wing of the Democratic party was heard.

But would President Hillary Clinton have signed a Muslim ban? Would President Hillary Clinton have moved to repeal the ACA on day one? Would President Hillary Clinton have appointed an Education Secretary who literally hasn’t got the first clue about the education system? Would President Hillary Clinton have picked an Attorney General who actively tried to withhold voting rights from Black America? Would President Hillary Clinton have named to her inner circle, and to high-ranking governmental positions, people with strong, evidential ties to hostile foreign powers? The answer to those questions and more would be a resounding “HELL FUCKING NO.” But she was never given the opportunity to prove that. Because she gave a few speeches. And because she sent a few emails. And because her husband was the figurehead of a charitable foundation.

So if, as a private citizen, Hillary wants to walk her dogs in the woods for a bit, so she should. Lord knows she earned it. She played her part, and she was burned for it. She deserved better than the vitriol to which she was subjected in the election, and she deserves better than the scorn with which she’s now treated by people who chose not to tick the box because they wanted to cling to their vain, ill-measured notion of ideological purity. She’s not the one who should be paying the price for the fucking godawful cock up swing state voters made.

Thank you SO much for asking what I’m sure you intended to be a purely innocuous question, and my apologies that you got the brunt of my intense frustration - I’ve been holding that inside for rather a long time. It feels good to get it out.

Oh. One final thing. Please might I direct your attention to Hillary’s twitter feed - I think you’ll find she’s far from ‘vanished’.

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Hello yes today’s prompt’s nature and I’m super weak for Bakugou feeling mushy feelings (though you’re being weird again Blasty stop that)

  • *in a cab; on the way to the christening*
  • Molly: *happily* Oh isn't this exciting? I bet she looks lovely. And John and Mary are wonderful parents...
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Mmm.
  • Molly: *sighs* Oh, her name is just beautiful *giggles* I always wanted to name my daughter Persephone.
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Hey, I was eleven at the time and really into all that mythology stuff.
  • Sherlock: *still typing* There are worse names for a child than Persephone Holmes.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Why would it be Holmes?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* I always assumed you'd take your husband's name.
  • Molly: *scoffs* Yeah, well, I'm not going to marry Mycroft!
  • Sherlock: *confused* We've been sleeping together and you think-
  • Molly: *giggles* No, I mean, I just thought you weren't the marrying kind.
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Sex, Molly. I don't do that with just anyone.
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* You love me?
  • Sherlock: Obviously.
  • Molly: *smirks* I'm sorry? I didn't catch that.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I love you.
  • Molly: *takes his hand* I love you too.
  • Sherlock: *coughs* So you'll...marry me, then?
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* Of course I will.

anonymous asked:

Bully lies unconscious on the floor with a bruise already forming on their chin. Hufflepuff stares at slytherin friend in shock. "What? You told me to stop hexing people" I love hufflepuff/slytherin friendships

  • “what? you told me to stop hexing people" 
  • for a moment the slytherin thinks the hufflepuff is angry
  • their mouth is still hanging open in shock
  • did they do the wrong thing?
  • they thought it was clever, using their fists instead of their wand
  • they only wanted to defend their friend
  • of anyone, a hufflepuff should understand friendship and loyalty right?
  • but then the hufflepuff starts laughing
  • “who the fuck taught you how to throw a punch!?” they exclaim
  • the slytherin is confused
  • because last time they checked, they had knocked that bully clean onto the floor
  • so what was wrong with their punch?
  • “you don’t hold your thumb inside your fist like that you dummy, the force of the punch can break it if you do that!”
  • “well how do i punch someone then?”
  • so the hufflepuff demonstrates the proper punching techniques 
  • and then makes the slytherin help them prop up the bully and carry them to the hospital wing
  • “i’m gonna get detention for this”
  • “you deserve it for losing your temper like that”
  • “yeah well at least i learned how to punch someone right… where’d you learn that by the way?”
  • the hufflepuff seems to hesitate, as if they’re too shy to admit it
  • and then they say, “i’m a half-blood remember? my mum was a silver medal boxing champion in the olympics. she taught me how to fight”
  • and the slytherin laughs because hufflepuffs
  • -but particularly this one with their fiery eyes, loud laugh, soft hair, crass humor, brilliant mind and rough hands-
  • never cease to amaze them
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A Richonne Ranking: 40 Moments
[27] Judith – Service, 7x04

This is Rick at his most exposed. It’s all he could ever give of himself to another person to pick over the deepest wound that the zombie apocalypse has inflicted on him. The third season – the conclusion of all the Shane and Lori drama, the birth of Judith, the loss of his wife – is Rick’s absolute undoing. In After, it’s played as the ultimate dig when Carl mentions Shane in the midst of his anger. For Rick himself to willingly bring the whole thing back in an effort to open himself up to Michonne is huge. It’s raw and painful and beautiful. You can tell how much it means for him to say, “Judith isn’t mine” by the way he breathes out afterwards – like it’s a breath he’s been holding in since the day she was born.

Rick’s reveal here should also be considered within a broader pattern that’s forming, too. Since these two became official, we’ve seen him much more emotionally open and direct than ever. His response to Michonne shutting down in her grief is to reach out (see also: Say Yes). And while this confession shows her the sacrifices he’s made to serve his argument, an inadvertent consequence – whether conscious or not – is that Michonne’s role as a parent becomes even more legitimized. Rick’s claiming of Judith is as legitimate or illegitimate as Michonne’s of both of their children. If Rick sees Judith as his, he sees Carl as Michonne’s.

  • Andy: It’s one of those watershed moments that happens between the two lovers, between Michonne and Rick, that brings them together.
  • Danai: It’s heartbreaking and it’s astounding and it’s painful, because on the one hand she loves him and sees more of the beauty in him, but he has been holding this inside. That he made the decision that he did is what makes him a beautiful leader. He sacrifices and he gets out of the way of his own feelings to do what’s right for others. That’s what’s beautiful about him to her. That’s why she trusts him and that’s why she’s been loyal to him, and part of why she fell in love with him. […] She would never have dreamt that he wasn’t Judith’s father from the way he treats this little girl.

I want you. All of you. I want to see what stars you hold inside of you. Which ones make you feel alive and which ones make you feel lost. I want to see you in your happiest moments where sunlight dances in your eyes and your smile radiates through my entire being and I realise there’s nothing else I want to look at for the rest of my life. I want to see you looking up at the sky, sighing happily because life couldn’t be more beautiful and I’ll be there to tell you that nothing could be as beautiful as you are. I want you and me on the open road in my beaten up car, singing along to the songs that we heard when we first met and the wind blowing through our hair. I want to wake up to you under foreign skies where nothing feels right but you. Not only that, I want to see you in your darkest moments. I want to see you grip your misty morning coffee with dread for the upcoming day; I want to see you in your vulnerable moments like when you shower for too long, desperately trying to convince yourself it’s going to be okay. So I can be there to place a gentle kiss on your forehead as if to say “baby, it’s all going to be okay because I’m here for you.” I’ll light up some cherry candles because I know they’re your favourite, put warm pjs on your pillow ready for you and tuck you into my warm arms until the morning sun makes you feel alive again. You’re everything to me and god, I promise that I’ll never let you forget that. I’m going to love you hard like it’s the only thing I know how to do. Baby, it’s you and me.

Just you and me.

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.
—  Henry Rollins
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SIM NO FILTER CHALLENGE - GAY EDITION

I did this just for the hell of it but yeah like i said before my guys don’t really wear much makeup. Sometimes I’ll let Matt grow a little stubble but that’s really it. Matt was scowling here for some reason but I’m used to him being annoyed at everyone.

#he said clarke so softly #like he was taking a big breath #like she killed him with her words #and stole his breath #look at how determined he gets #like he can’t hold his feelings inside anymore #he thought clarke was dead for a moment #she told him he thought of him as something other than a murderer #as someone special #and now he has all these thoughts about this being the last time he sees her #bellamy motherfucking blake #WAS ABOUT TO CARVE HIS HEART OUT AND GIVE IT TO HER #he was about to say i love you #not expecting her to say it back #just needed to say it #one time #cause he’s afraid he would never get the change #and he wants her to know #cause this boy is so full of love #it’s gonna explode if he keeps it inside for another moment #clarke if i dont see you again (x)

Moving on After Fred Weasley Passes Away - Headcanon/Would Include

Warnings: This broke my heart to write):


  • You wouldn’t cry much towards the beginning. Of course when the news hit a barricade of tears fell freely but after that, you learned how to bottle it all up. Everything was so unreal you weren’t even sure if it what was real anymore.
  • Fred was your best friend, your other half, the love of your life.
  • After the Battle of Hogwarts you’d travel back to the Burrow with the Weasley’s.
  • He was buried shortly after the Battle. His casket was a sleek black color and shined in the rain that fell. You placed a flower on the top of his casket and choked on a shaky sob. George stood behind you and his hand found it’s way into yours, giving you a squeeze of reassurance as he cried with you. You had never felt more lost in your life. Your fingers twiddled with the diamond band wrapped around your finger. It felt more like a piece of mockery, there to remind you everyday of what you could now never have.
  • Molly spent an entire week in the twins’ bedroom. She didn’t talk, hardly ate, just stared blankly at the wall next to Fred’s bed. He had pictures of his Hogwarts adventures taped to the wall and she had memorized every prospect of the photos so much she couldn’t rid the image from her brain when she closed her eyes, but she didn’t want to forget.
  • At the end of the week George entered his and Fred’s bedroom for the first time since the Battle. He spent an hour talking to his mother. You never did find out what he said, but you remember the burning visual of Molly exiting the room with reddened eyes full of heartbreak.
  • Ginny spent the nights sleeping in her room with you and cuddled against your chest, silently weeping to herself. Your presence made her feel close to her late brother, like he had never actually left.
  • George, Molly, and you would clean out Fred’s half of the room. It was full of tears and once happy now sad memories. Like the large maroon tie blanket you had made for Fred on your anniversary. Or the book on Magical Creatures that Fred had stolen on accident in Diagon Alley while he spied on you from behind a bookcase. You were shopping for all your school supplies and the redhead had torn from his family, catching glimpse of you in the robes shop and managed to follow you two stores later not wanting to leave you. You eventually caught him as he tripped over a pile of books, the binds of knowledge cascading to the floor with a crash. You smiled and helped him up while introducing yourself. The rest was history.
  • Arthur stood in the doorway of the room watching the three of you clean. Deep aging wrinkles indented his forehead making him appear older than he really was. His face was long, drowning in sorrow. He didn’t say a word, just watched.
  • Ginny cried alone in her room. Harry tried to comfort her but his success was no avail. She locked herself away for three days, lost in a sea of depression.
  • Ron turned to Harry and Hermione who welcomed him with open arms. He was the first to open up after his older brother’s death.
  • You stayed at the Burrow for a almost three weeks before flying to France. You choice was rash but you needed to get away. Molly understood and wished you well. You didn’t know how long you would be gone but you hoped it would give you some time to come to terms with the heartbreak you were experiencing.
  • Fred used to tell you when you were in school together that he always dreamed of going to France. He never knew why. He was rubbish at speaking French and had no idea how he’d survive, but it was a dream of his.
  • Percy, Bill, and Charlie all stayed at the Burrow for a month or so. Their hearts ached at the lose of their younger brother.
  • George… George no longer felt like himself. It was as if a part of himself was missing, torn from his soul. He dragged through the day’s, closing down the shop for a while. After spending two weeks at the Burrow he moved back to the apartment above Weasley Wizard Wheezes that Fred and him shared. The second he walked through the door he broke down. Tears splashed against his cheeks as he finally let all his emotions pour out. He called you, practically begging you to keep him company.
  • Of course you obliged and flew back home immediately. You lived with Fred in the apartment too. It was your home as well and you had been putting off going back to the apartment as much as possible. The home held so many items from your past involving Fred and you. Where he proposed to you, where you had you first blow up fight, where you had you first time together, where you had the million of talks about your future together, and so much more.  
  • This made Molly feel a little better when she heard you would be staying with George for a while. She hated the thought of George being all along right after losing his best friend, his twin, his other half.
  • You left France still clutching a box full of Fred’s belonging. A heavy feeling invaded your heart. You took a train to London after landing then joined George at the shop.
  • The minute the door swung open George’s arms were thrown around your frame as he pulled you into a tight embrace. The barrier you had been working so hard to uphold, crumbled at his touch. Not because you felt you could finally let go of all the emotions being kept inside. No, you cried because George’s embrace reminded you of Fred’s. The way his hold tighten as you sobbed mirrored Fred’s actions identically. Your chest ached as you came to realize you future with Fred was gone. George’s salty tears splashed on the crown of your head.
  • The first week barely any words at all were exchanged. You would mumble a small ‘good morning’ to each other during breakfast but that was usually it.
  • George spent the days in his room and the nights at a bar across the street. This continued on for a week until you confronted him. You waited up all night, worried sick. He stumbled in around three in the morning, eyes brimming red, breath stenching strong from alcohol.
  • “George Weasley, what the hell?” You would screeched. His eyes snapped up at you resembling a deer caught in headlights. His gazed quickly fell to the floor as he shut the house door and brushed past you. You yelled after him making him halt in his path,
  • “George pease just talk to me! I know this is hard for you, believe me I do. He was your brother. You two have never been apart so I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through. George I’m here for you and you can talk to me because I lost him too. You did everything with Fred, you two started this business together and we both know he just wants you to be happy again. Please… just try, George. Try for me, try for Fred. Please. I just want to be here for you. If there’s something I did. If you hate me-” Your voice broke at the end and your knees gave up. Crashing to the floor a echoing cry invaded the air. George stood motionless watching you fall apart before his eyes. He could almost hear Fred scolding him and urging him to act. Fred would want George to comfort you, Fred would want you two to be there for each other.
  • George hesitantly crossed the room and bent to your level. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of messy hair from your face. Glancing up at him you started in to question him but George beat you around the bush. He seemed half sobered up and shook his head.
  • “Y/n… it’s not you, I swear. You’re the most purest human being in the entirety of the world, please don’t think that way. Every moment you and Fred were together I could never shake that from my mind, how perfect you are. But god Y/n every time I see you I think of my brother. He loved you more than anything in this world and I know he would hate me right now for not being there for you. I feel like I’ve let him down and that hurts more than anything. I see Fred everytime I look in the mirror, everytime I see the pictures on the fridge, everytime I walk into the shop, everytime I come home and everytime I see you.”
  • His words took you by storm but for once, it made sense. You had been sleeping in Fred and your bed, helping start the shop back up (mainly by yourself), and it probably didn’t help that you had been stealing items of Fred’s clothing, just wanting to be close to him again. For the first time since the Battle, you admitted the burden you’d been holding inside.
  • “I wish I could’ve saved him. If I wasn’t distracted by the helping that student- if I would have been paying more attention to Fred… he’d still be here.” You quivered. George’s eye soften and he shook his head.
  • “Y/n you know no one could’ve stopped what happen. I’ve spent every night laying awake wondering if I could’ve changed something. I’m not sure what god planned this, or if there even is one, but Y/n we had no control over this.” His arms locked around you pulling you against his chest. His lips planted against your forehead sweetly covering you in a blanket of comfort.
  • You spent the rest of the night in George’s arm. You shared memories of Fred, some sweet, some funny, and some that made you cry again.
  • “Remember the time the two of you enchanted endless snowballs to pelt, well technically, Voldemort in the face and Quill in the back of the head?” You giggled into the glass of cherry red wine you held to your lips. George leaned into the cushion of the couch and shook his head with a smile. 
  • “Classic!”
  • George spent the night in Fred and your bed- to keep you company of course.
  • He kept you company for the rest of the nights to follow
  • The two of you began to drift into a weird zone
  • You had always lightly fancied George but it was Fred you loved.
  • He would randomly start bringing you home flowers and other small gifts
  • Some days George would come home to find a bundled up new sweater placed on his work desk. You always claimed the things you bought him were on sale so you just couldn’t resist but George knew better
  • A strong connection was growing and it confused you- George too. You wanted another shot at happiness but you weren’t sure if you were ready yet until another vacant Friday night rolled around and you found yourself laying on the couch in George’s arm talking about the week and before you knew it he was leaning forward.
  • The first time you kissed George you screwed your eyes shut tightly and imagined his lips as Fred’s. You knew it was horrible but you had no clue what else to do. It was like you were cheating on your fiance- your dead fiance, with his twin brother. But when you realized it was George, you didn’t entirely hate it. It was actually quite a fulfilling kiss. A part from inside of you warmed up for the first time in a long time.
  • George had a sickening vibe settling in the pit of his stomach after he pulled back. His heart sped up at the newfound affection the kiss brought although kissing you made him feel like he was betraying his brother. Fred planned to marry you for Merlin’s sake and there George was, making out with his dead twin’s girlfriend.
  • But you kissed him again the next day and he didn’t pull away
  • And the next
  • And the one after that too
  • Kissing you made George think of his brother. Fred loved you and George could understand why. Kissing you, sleeping beside you, comforting you, it all made George feel as if he was somehow growing closer to his twin.
  • At first your relationship with George was based solely on the fact that he was identical to your late lover but as time passed on George made you feel differently than Fred did. Despite you never thinking it was possible, George taught you how to laugh again. He would slowly crack back into his prankster self again. It took his almost a full year after Fred’s passing to invent a new product for the shop or even enter the store for more than passing to get to the apartment. He tested out the product on you during breakfast one morning. Pouring a lilac solution into the base of your black coffee and giving it a swirl, George carried on with breakfast as if nothing had happen. Dragging in, you hugged George from behind before taking a seat at the nook. You instantly sipped on the brewed mixture in front of you and spit it out in shock as the odd flavor set in.
  • George howled in laughed and bent over the kitchen stove pointing towards you. Furrowing your eyebrows you set the mug down and spoke up agitated,
  • “George what the hell did you put in- oh my god!”
  • You realized the change in tone quickly and covered your face in embarrassment. Your voice was as deep as a well making you sound similar to that of a male that had spent over half his life heavily smoking. George rushed over and planted a kiss to your cheek.
  • “It worked!” Although you were thoroughly ticked off at his choice of targeting you, you were happy he was back to his old ways. The bills were piling up by the second and the landlord wanted the shop either back up and running, or both of you to move out. Dumping your infected cup of coffee down the sink drain you started to make a new batch. Smiling to yourself you laughed softly,
  • “Well, I’m glad to have you back, George.”
  • That was only the beginning. George and you spent almost every moment inventing and creating new sale items. The first handful were absolute rubbish but it didn’t matter. Both of you were trying to get back in the swing of things and sometimes that took a while.
  • Within three months Weasley Wizard Wheezes was back up and running again.
  • Sales flooded in and shot straight through the roof steadily for a long term.
  • As a ‘thank you’ present for helping him get back on his feet George invited you out for a fancy meal out on the town.
  • You decided on a Muggle restaurant and dressed to the nines. George’s jaw skimmed the floor when you walked out of your room and slipped on your heels. He held your hand and escorted you out.
  • During dinner you had ntoiced how fidgety and nervous George was acting. You made the choice to question him on it over a glass of champagne right before the main course and he physically stiffened. Tilting his glass back, George chugged down the large intake and wiped his lips on the red amber napkin. His hands clasped together then unclasped at his side. His soft eyes found yours and he darted them back down to the tablecloth.
  • “It’s just- well, Y/n… what are we?”
  • It would get silent very fast and he would instantly fill it.
  • “What I mean is, I like you… I like you a lot but I know how you felt about my brother. I saw the glint in your eyes that would sparkle whenever you saw him and how happy you two were together and Y/n I want to be able to make you as happy as Fred did. With that being said I don’t want you to be with me because I remind you of him or because you can’t stop thinking about Fred. I’m not gonna lie at the start of our, uh, relationship I was hanging out with you because you made me think of Fred but all those late nights and million cups of coffee have made me realize the truth. I love you Y/n- and not because you dated my brother. I love you for you and I think I have for a very long time. What I’m asking is… Y/n would you um, like to be my girlfriend?”
  • You cried, a lot. George’s heart broke at the sight only confirming the love swelling in his heart. His feelings were genuine and it warmed your soul. You lunged across the table knocking over the bread bowl in the process and threw your arms around George’s frame.
  • “Of course I will! Oh my god, George. You’re making me cry like a bloody fool!”
  • George called his mother the second you got home. Molly was hit with a wave of shock at first. She gave both of you long speeches trying to inspect if the love was real or a mask to feign the hurt of bonding over the lose of Fred. She demanded both of you come home to the Burrow for the week so you did and the moment she looked into both of your eyes, it was clear as crystal.
  • “Good lord you are in love!”
  • It was hard for the rest of the Weasley family to accept at first. You understood completely since you had the same weary, unsure feeling as well but eventually they came to accept it. They were all happy to you and George happy once again.
  • But as happy as you were, small memories with Fred would constantly pop up.
  • Like one night when George and you were lying in bed together whispering softly realization would settle in and you’d comment,
  • “This is where he proposed. We were lying right here when Fred asked me to marry him.”
  • You knew how horrid it was to put this on George but you had no control. George thought about this all the time and was reminded of your relationship with his brother at every corner he turned.
  • You would then apologize feeling god awful for saying such a thing but George would hush you saying,
  • “It’s alright Y/n. Just because he’s not around anymore and because we’re together now doesn’t mean we have to pretend he was never alive or your relationship with him didn’t exist. He loved you, and I know how much you love him. I’m not upset- actually I’m more than thankful my brother managed to snag a girl like you. You two were perfect together and he will always love you just like how you will always love him. Fred… he is… was my brother and for a long time I thought he would hate me for me being with you and for a long time I thought my heart tricked me into loving you. That maybe it wasn’t love I was feeling but rather so the relationship my brother and I had and maybe because he loved you so much, being with you would make me feel less lonely about losing him but I know the truth. I love you, Y/n. Hell, maybe I always have but the important thing is I love you now and I will love you tomorrow and I will continue to love you years from now and that’s not because of Fred, it’s because of you and who you are. I love you.”
  • You two learned how to live your life no longer feeling guilty for the love you shared. Fred smiled down his heart warming at seeing his two favorite people in the world relying on each other and sharing a piece of their heart together.
  • He proposed to you in the middle of a busy work day right as you were restocking a shelf. The rest of his family were there to see. Molly, Hermione and Ginny cried a river while the boys patted George on the back. On your wedding day the tears were never ending, though happy ones.
  • You two eventually moved to London- kept the shop but decided you needed more room, well of course your growing stomach demanded that. One cold night in the middle of December George and you were blessed with the birth of your first son, Fred ll. He had a head of wicked red hair and a small mischievous smile toying on his face and you had never felt more complete in your life. George planted a kiss to your head muttering a string of ‘thank yous’. You knew in your heart this was exactly where you were meant to be.

- Daizy xx