the sorrows of gin

Children prepare for a sea voyage with a toothbrush and a Teddy bear; they equip themselves for a trip around the world with a pair of odd socks, a conch shell, and a thermometer; books and stones and peacock feathers, candy bars, tennis balls, soiled handkerchiefs, and skeins of old string appear to them to be the necessities of travel, and Amy packed, that afternoon, with the impulsiveness of her kind.
—  From John Cheever’s “The Sorrows of Gin.”  I wonder if Wes Anderson had this in mind when he was creating the magnificent Suzy Bishop (Kara Hayward) for Moonrise Kingdom???
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The Sorrows of Gin, part 1 - read by Meryl Streep 

Little Amy watches her parents throw party after party, even as the cook tells her about the tragic consequences of gin. When Amy’s attempt to rid their lives of the dangerous drink only brings more problems, she knows she has to run away. A selection from the John Cheever Audio Collection.

you’ll look good (in between my sheets)

prompt: person A and person B meet at a bar, each nursing a broken heart after a recent breakup. bonus for a selfie and smut. 

word count: 3,654 (*aaron burr voice* sweet jesus)

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

warnings: smut, daveed “i can charm the skirts off a nun” diggs, “okay so we’re doing this” reader. 

a/n: when i die, delete this so daveed never finds this sin. 

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The agonizing seconds turned into minutes, which then turned into hours, then days, and soon enough weeks. It had been roughly five hell like weeks since their last encounter and George felt overboard defeated. The last thing he had wanted to do was fight with the girl he loved, but his worst nightmare became reality the second he lost her.  

He didn’t mean a single word of what he said to her. George could barely comprehend why such nasty words would be present in his vocabulary, and how he could even allow himself to speak to Y/n in such a way. If he was ever given the choice between Y/n and Angelina, he would chose Y/n in a heartbeat. Not that it mattered anyhow. Y/n practically hated him and she had valid reasoning too. Missing dates wasn’t an uncommon thing in the life of George Weasley. Sometimes he found himself so caught up in a new experiment, he’d lose track of time and skip classes too. Although it was obvious to George that in no way would that be a good enough reason to have missed an anniversary with the girl he adored.

Sitting all alone in his shade drawn room, George was ripped away from his self-pity party by the bedroom door swinging open in a full motion. Fred Weasley entered the musky room with a slight hop in his step, setting his book bag down to the side as he approached his brother’s bed with caution. Last week when Fred had checked up on his brother, he was greeted with a harsh right hook to his arm and a grumbling George shouting at him to leave. Now he was more so in the sad stage of the break up and far past the anger.

“Georgie… it’s me, Fred. You want to go grab some grub with Lee and I? I reckon it would do you some good to get out of this room for a few hours.” Fred lifted back his brother’s sheet and shook his shoulder lightly. “Maybe take a shower while you’re at it. That might make you feel a bit better, what do you say?” A heavy silence fell over the room like a thick blanket. Fred was desperate for a solution to fix his brother’s attitude but manly things between George and Y/n. All of their friends missed seeing the two so happy together. Ginny had been giving Ron and Fred updates on Y/n ever since the split and it seemed like she was taking it almost identical to George.

“C’mon George… you’ll feel a lot better I promise.” A loud groan separated the thin tension in the room as George sat up slowly, emerging from the high pile of blanket.

“Leave me to die… I’m not getting out of bed.” Fred rolled his eyes becoming feed up with his twin and without a second thought torn the blankets clean off George’s body. Wasting no time, George shot straight off the mattress, glaring as cold as ice over at his brother.  

“What the bloody hell was that for?!” The fierce tone struck Fred as he just shrugged satisfied that he managed to get his moody twin out of his bed.

“Just get dressed and meet me in the Great Hall in 20.” Fred exited the room leaving no time for George to protest, and slammed the door smiling to himself. George would be in for quite the surprise when he got to the dining hall.

Ginny’s pov-

The hallway directly outside of mine and Y/n’s shared dorm room was completely deserted. I knocked lightly on the door signaling to Y/n. I could hear pounding footsteps from the bottom of the spiraled staircase. Soon enough a brave voice called out sending the words trailing up the steps and bouncing off the walls,

“Pink Mountain! Pink Mountain!” I jumped, anxiousness taking over my body. Fred continued to call out loudly. Becoming annoyed I called out briefly,

“Yeah yeah, copy that! Now get a move on! We have to make this work!” He let out a heavy sigh in agreement and, I assumed from the decreasing echoes of footsteps, left the common room. Turning my attention back to the dorm room door, I could hear Y/n shifting around from inside as her hoarse voice called out softly.

“I’ll be out in a second, Gin.” The sense of sadness and sorrowfulness laced her voice. Truly I felt bad for Y/n. She had been one of my closest friends since my first year at Hogwarts. I wanted nothing more than for her to be happy again and all the dragging around she had been doing lately didn’t help the case. Of course I was disappointed in George and what he did to Y/n. Hell, I ignored him for two weeks. Once I realized how depressed he had become, similar to Y/n, I wanted to help them. They needed each other, more than either of them preferred to express.

I couldn’t take another night of Y/n’s small sobs for George in her sleep, and I knew she couldn’t either. Not that she would ever verbally admit this, but it was true. He had hurt her, but maybe… just maybe she could find it in her to forgive him and start all over again.

The door snapped open making me stumble back a few steps in surprise. Y/n made her way out and softly shut the door behind her glancing up at me. She had lost some weight, and the noticeable black bag under her eyes proven how little sleep she was lacking. Her h/c was thrown up in a careless messy ponytail and her oversized sweater hung loosely around her frame. Paleness took over her skin as the color had drained a few weeks prior.

“Hey Y/n… how are you, darling? Ready to go?” I asked timidly taking her delicate hand in my own and aiding her down the stairs. She shrugged her fragile shoulders effortlessly and spoke as quite as a mouse,

“I’m alright, a bit tired is all. Let’s grab some food quick and get back. I don’t feel too good.” She never felt good now a days. But the lack of food she was receiving was also playing a part in her sickness and I didn’t want things escalating any further.

“I’m sorry, Y/n… hopefully some food will make you feel a little better.” She only nodded her head wordlessly and followed my lead out of the common room and down to the Great Hall. As we entered the buzzing atmosphere, I caught sight of Fred and locked gaze with him as he smiled faintly, tapping the spot beside him.

“Oh look Fred saved us a spot!” I faked a surprised tone, tugging Y/n along to the open spot next to my brother. Not a single word escaped her lips but her posture and body language gave off the obvious sign she felt nothing less than uncomfortable.

“Hey Y/n! It’s nice to see you!” Fred smiled warmly to her as she returned the gesture halfheartedly.

“It’s nice to see you too, Fred.” They chatted for a while before dinner was severed, appearing all along the table varying from bright colored jello, to tender slices of meat and chicken drumsticks. Y/n stacked her plate with a good amount of various food and began to dig in. The color began to slowly start rising back into her cheeks. This had been the most words I had heard her exchange ever since the break up and I was glad to see her lightening up more, although I knew that would soon alter.

A grand smile evident on Y/n’s face glowed brighter than before as she chatted the night away with Ron and Harry. Turning my attention to Fred, I gave him a questioning look wondering where the hell George was. Though the answer to my question was given not much later as a tall slumped figure entered the room, dragging in everyone’s attention.

3rd Person pov-
George entered the room at such a slow pace it was as if the world was in a natural slow motion state of mind for him. His eyes traveled around the scenery and when they landed on the table we were occupying, George’s brown eyes grew the size of Jupiter.

“I can’t remember the last time I ever even went to a-“Y/n was cut short by the one person she hadn’t been expecting to see. The one person that had broken her heart in three. The one person who had crushed her with his simple words. The one person she had been secretly longing to see more than anyone else in the universe. The one person she felt the most love for in the world. The one person she wanted so desperately to have come running back in her life. George Weasley.


~ Ohhhh cliff hanger! Tell me if you’d like a part 3! Thank you for being so patient! 

-Daizy xxx

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The Sorrows of Gin, part 2 - read by Meryl Streep

Little Amy watches her parents throw party after party, even as the cook tells her about the tragic consequences of gin. When Amy’s attempt to rid their lives of the dangerous drink only brings more problems, she knows she has to run away. A selection from the John Cheever Audio Collection.

It’s hard to impress people, 
And I find no one will listen to what you have to say unless it’s filled with scholarly jargon, words you have to look up and find there
is an easier way to say them in the first place.
And no one takes me seriously because I am a poet,
and I am a young girl who prefers pale pink colors over anything else. 

I am not understood because I have been building 
walls with my bones, and I am naive for thinking that
waves cannot break them. 

I am not seen because I cast myself under the veils
of webs in the dinginess of some basement, 
racked out off of gin and sorrows.

I am not lost, because to be that
would mean that someone would have to
know me in the first place.
The only one who has known is 6 feet under
somewhere else, and better off for it too.

—  s.r., time does not heal those who don’t exist

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