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North Star Series

Chapter 49 - Two April Fools

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Summary: The twins celebrate their birthday.

Warnings: a couple mentions of sex

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Two cakes for two brothers. Orange and chocolate for Fred and strawberry for George. Y/N insisted on baking George's herself, causing a minor fuss with Molly, who considered it her motherly duty to bake all her children's birthday cakes.

In the end, they compromised by using fresh strawberries from Molly's garden, which Y/N planned on using in the first place and baking it at the Burrow under Molly's close supervision.

"You know, you could've just made me one at home and not told mum. Then I'd have two cakes," George whispered to her as they relaxed on the sofa after cake and presents.

"Oh," Y/N's eyes went wide for a moment. "I didn't think of that." Then she shrugged. "Well, it's the first time I've been able to properly help you celebrate. If you remember correctly, our first year together, you were down with the flu. And, the second year, I was in the States. It was important to me to do this for you."

George's eyes softened at that, and he pulled her closer.

"And besides," Y/N continued, settling into his warmth. "Molly's gonna have to pass the torch at some point."

"Hey, it's your head on the chopping block, not mine," her husband shrugged and chuckled.

"Oh gee, thanks, dear. Your support is overwhelming," she said with mock sarcasm and playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hey now, no need to get violent!" George joked, tickling her and making her squeal much louder than either of them expected.

"What's going on in there?" Molly's voice bellowed from the kitchen.

"Y/N's giving George a special birthday gift," Ginny hollered back, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"WHAT?" Molly thundered around the corner.

Arthur, who'd dozed off in his chair, snapped awake, looking around in confusion.

George and Y/N froze and stared at Ginny before pulling her into their melee.

Fred burst out laughing. "Bravo, Ginny, bravo!" He exclaimed with pride.

Hermione's face turned a bright red, and pointedly turned away to hide her embarrased giggle.

And, Ron nearly choked on his second slice of cake, prompting Harry to slap him hard on the back several times.

~•~

"Ah damn, wish I could've been there. Sounds like our little sister isn't so little anymore," Bill laughed, taking a swig of whiskey. "Shame Fleur couldn't make it either. I'm sure she would've gotten a good laugh out of it, too."

Ginny beamed and Y/N smiled at her sister-in-law's happy expression. She was glad that Ginny had finally accepted Fleur into the family. It'd irked Y/N that both Ginny and Molly had spent the past couple of months treating Fleur like a pariah. Y/N knew exactly what that was like, having once been on the receiving end of Molly's discontent, but at least she'd had Ginny on her side.

Poor Fleur didn't even have that. Y/N did her best to make the french girl feel welcome when Bill brought her around, but it had been hard with both of the Weasley women punching down on her.

"...well, we're happy you got to come to the after-party," her husband spoke, pulling Y/N from her thoughts.

"Me too," Bill raised his glass. "And it's a lovely evening for it."

After the official birthday party, all the siblings headed over to George and Fred's apartment, where they all relaxed on the rooftop, enjoying the warm night with bottles of firewhiskey and butterbeer.

"I love this seating area you put up here," Hermione said, sinking into the pillowy sofa. "So comfy and cozy. You must spend a lot of time up here."

"Used to," George said. "Not so much anymore, what with the cold winter winds and now Deatheaters flying about all over the damn place."

"But this is a special occasion," Fred said cheerfully. "And we put some extra wards up earlier to make it safer, including one that will render us invisible temporarily," he added, hoping to ease the sudden worried expression on Harry's face.

"For how long?" Harry asked.

"Couple hours," George answered. "Don't worry, mate, we're keeping an eye on the clock."

"Yeah, Harry," Ron patted his best friend on the shoulder. "Fred and George won't let anything happen to you. Hell, they won't even prank you - "

"Oh! That reminds me!" Fred interrupted, jumping up. "It's almost time for the grand finale."

"Grand finale?" A confused look passed across Y/N's face, eyes darting from one twin to the other.

"We were up to more than just warding the place while you baking with mum this morning," George winked.

Y/N's expression shifted from confusion to apprehension. "What did you do?" She asked slowly.

"Oh, nothing much," Fred shrugged. "It's just that we were a bit disappointed that we couldn't prank Filch this year. So we decided to do the next best thing. Prank a few Deatheaters!"

"WHAT?" Ginny stared at Fred.

"Hey, you sound just like mum did earlier today!" Fred teased.

Ginny stood and pointed her finger at her brother. "Don't try to change the subject!" She said, stepping toward him.

Y/N continued to glare from her husband to her brother-in-law. "Spill it, you two."

George moved to stand beside Fred, both of them grinning like fools. "Well, you see, Freddie got this last minute idea," he began. "So, we gathered up all the muggle fireworks we had in stock."

"And then disguised ourselves as Deatheaters," Fred continued. "It wasn't hard. We just mussed up our hair and made ourselves look like we haven't bathed in a year."

George grinned and nodded. "And we charmed the fireworks to go off..." the younger twin paused to check the time. "In about ten minutes. Then we snuck down to Knockturn Alley and tossed 'em around in random places."

"YOU WHAT??" Six voices shouted in perfect synchronization.

The two pranksters' eyes widened in surprise for the briefest of moments before their grins returned even bigger than before.

"C'mon, we can see the action best from over here," Fred waved them over to the right side of the roof.

George hung back and wrapped his arm around Y/N, who was still giving him the stink eye.

"I can’t believe you did that," she hissed. "After all that talk about me walking alone at night when I got back, and then you go and do this. This was like ten times more dangerous."

"But I wasn't alone. I had Fred," he explained.

"Yes, but you went into their territory," Y/N pointed out. "That was just asking for it."

"Nothing bad happened, love," he pled.

"But it could have," his wife countered, looking away. "You could've been captured or killed," she added with a trembling voice.

George stopped and stepped in front of her. "We were really careful. No one saw what we were doing or recognized us. We took every precaution." He lifted her chin with his fingers, meeting her gaze eye-to-eye. "And it won't happen again. Promise. It was only for our birthday."

Y/N looked at him for a long moment. "Good," she said finally. "Because you're really damn close to not getting laid tonight." Then she stepped around him quickly, hoping he didn't notice the smirk playing on her lips.

"Hey! Now wait minute, baby!" George hurried after her. "That's not fair!"

~•~

Y/N couldn't help the giggles that overtook her, watching panicked Deatheaters running around, aiming their wands in every direction, trying to stop the never-ending barrage of firecrackers. If it had it been anyone else, Y/N would've been deeply concerned for their welfare and very upset with George and Fred. But these were Deatheaters. They kidnapped, tortured, and killed people for fun. And they had a bounty on one of her dearest friend's head.

Of all the things the twins could've done to them, she figured they'd got off pretty light.

"Well, that was quite the explosive ending to a great day," Ron said as they descended the stairs to the apartment.

Harry nodded. "I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard."

"Glad you enjoyed it, mate," Fred clapped him on the back. "You deserve a good laugh."

"We all do," Hermione chimed in, a sly grin spread across her face.

"Hey, you know you did good when Hermione's praising you," Ginny joked, slipping beside Harry. Fred cocked an eyebrow at the move but said nothing.

"When are you all headed back to Hogwarts," Bill asked, addressing the younger crowd.

"Tonight," Ron sighed. "Gotta be back for classes in the morning. You know how it - "

Ron's voice faded into the distance as George once again pulled Y/N away.

"I know you enjoyed it," he said, grinning. "You were giggling like crazy."

"I did enjoy it," she responded, keeping her gaze straight ahead.

"So..." George probed. "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

"Of course you're forgiven," she replied, still not looking at him.

"Cool. Cool," he said, nodding. "And does that mean - "

"I'll consider it," Y/N teased, turning to look at him with a wide smirk.

George's mouth fell open. "But I'm the birthday boy..."

~•~

"Indeed you are," she kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, my love." Then, without another word, she turned and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group, leaving her poor, confused husband in the dust.

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George Bellows, Love of Winter

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George Bellows, Love of Winter, 1914, oil/canvas (Art Institute, Chicago)

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George Wesley Bellows - Love of Winter, 1914

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Love of Winter (1914) | George Bellows | rawpixel

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"In January 1914, George Bellows wrote to a friend, ‘There has been none of my favorite snow. I must always paint the snow at least once a year.’ Soon after, on February 13, a blizzard hit New York City, inspiring the artist to paint Love of Winter."

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Love of winter

George Wesley Burrows (Bellows) (1882 – 1925) George Wesley Bellows wearing a hat. YouthNew YorkSocial and political themesLater lifePosthumous sales and exhibitionsSelected worksSee alsoReferencesExternal links wikipedia – about George Wesley Bellows Stylised reproduction https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/Paintings_by_George_Wesley_Bellows Love of winter Date: 1914 Artist: George…

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weelittleweasley · 3 years

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unforgettable (g.w.)

prompt: george cannot wrap his head around that fact that someone like you loves him.

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warnings: language, allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it)

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George sat on the living room couch, the smile on his face persistent as he watched you lay on the floor, Ginny resting in your lap laughing, as you argued with Ron about Godric knows what about now. You rolled your eyes as Ron passionately exclaimed something about how body blowing should be considered a foul in quidditch.

“I’m not intentionally hurting anyone if I body blow someone, Ronald. I’m simply ensuring that they drop the Quaffle in a manner that’s not directly me hitting it out of their hands,” you explain as Ginny just cackles harder in your lap, making you chuckle at her hysterics and Ron’s frustration with the both of you.

Ron throws his hands up in exasperation before exclaiming, “But you do end up hurting someone, (Y/N)! For Merlin’s sake, it’s called body blowing! Meaning that you literally knock the wind out of someone from sandwiching them!” His frustration only makes you and Ginny laugh harder, clutching your sides as he groans out. “Whatever, you two are impossible.”

George watches your amusement and his heart beats faster and his eyes glow with adoration. You nose scrunches up as you laugh, grabbing Ginny’s arms as the two of you come down from your fits fo laughter. You wipe tears from your eyes as you catch your breath, George lightly chuckling to himself before rising from the couch to enter the kitchen to pour himself a cup of tea.

In the kitchen, Fred sits on the counter, sipping on a mug of his own tea as he watches George stride into the kitchen, whistling a happy tune to himself. Fred shakes his head and chuckles to himself, knowing the reason for his twin’s especially happy mood. “Enjoying yourself, Georgie?” he wiggles his brows as he takes a cautious sip from his hot tea. Georgie looks at his brother who has a teasing smirk on his lips, making George roll his eyes. “Don’t lie to me, brother. I know there’s a reason for the goofy grin.”

George shakes his head, pouring hot water from the kettle into a matching mug over a tea bag. “You would be happy, too, Freddie, if your girlfriend came home with you for holiday break,” he tells Fred. “I’m just happy that I can spend some more time with her away from school and all.”

Fred laughs, “Oh, I bet. No one to disturb you or inconveniently interrupt a tender moment.” George throws the spoon he stirs his tea with at Fred who dodges it quickly. “Temper, temper, my dearest brother,” he giggles as George slaps him in the arm with a tea towel, Fred taking the blow with a chuckle. “Alright, alright, I’m done. I swear.”

“Having fun without me?” you interrupt from behind the two boys as you walk further into the kitchen, George turning towards you with a bright smile. He opens his arm as you happily run into it, hugging his side as George plants a kiss on your forehead, smiling down at you happily. Fred mocks you by making gagging noises as you roll your eyes. “Jealous, Freddie?”

He hops down from the counter, placing his mug in the sink. “Oh, extremely. Who wouldn’t want to be cuddled next to my ferociously handsome twin? Oh, right. Me,” he teases as you laugh, George mimicking him sarcastically. “I’ll leave you two be,” he speaks as he exits the house with Ginny running after him outside, the two of them now racing to the shed to grab broomsticks for an impromptu game of quidditch.

You turn towards George, looking up at him as he wraps both of his arms around you. “Hey there,” he speaks as you chuckle. “Having fun?”

You nod up and down. “Lots. Thanks for inviting me to stay here for winter break,” you place your hands on his, giving them a squeeze.

George smiles, “Please. Mum practically begged me to invite you. She adores you.” Your heart warms up at his words. George’s family was so welcoming and kind to you from the day you first met them. The Weasleys took you in as if you were their own and you couldn’t be more grateful to have your boyfriends family adore you as much as you adored them. “I’m just glad that we can spend time with each other outside of the castle,” he sighs as you smile, grabbing his tea cup, stealing a sip from it.

“Agreed,” you tell him. Most of your time with George was, in fact, at Hogwarts. It’s where you met, where he asked you to be his girlfriend, where you shared your first kiss, everything. Hogwarts held a majority of your memories as a couple. Even though you loved school, it was nice to escape and make new memories outside of Hogwarts, especially somewhere as special as his childhood home. “Anytime with you is a special to me.”

Your words make George beam with happiness. The time that you shared together was precious to George. Each moment filled with love and tenderness that he wouldn’t change for the world. He hated not being around you, that’s the majority of the reason why he desperately begged you to come home with him for winter break. George knew that winter break would be simply unbearable without you near him. Sure, he could always visit you at your parent’s house, but he preferred having you at his side, sleeping next to him in his bed, sitting next to him at dinner with his family, running outside with his siblings. But regardless where you were, you were on George’s mind, nine out of ten times. To George, you were simply unforgettable.

George ducked down and placed a sweet kiss to your lips as you pressed yours harder onto his. He pulled away with a smile, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re special to me,” he retorts as you roll your eyes at his cheesy line, but nevertheless, it still made you swoon.

The day rolled around too quickly for George’s liking. He wished the days could be longer so he could spend more time next to you, making you smile at him with that smile that could make him drop everything. But the nights with you were George’s favorite. It was when you two could be truly alone. Without Fred barging in on a tender moment, or Ginny dragging you away to hang out, or Ron pulling you into a conversation about quidditch. The nights where were George had your complete and undivided attention, just the way he liked it.

You stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth in your fresh pajama shorts and t-shirt as George squeezed into the bathroom behind you. His hands placed on your hips as he pressed a kiss into your hair before reaching next to you for his toothbrush, joining you in your nighttime routine. The two of you stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth, mouth foaming with minty toothpaste as you giggled as white foam dripped down George’s chin. You tried wiped it away, but he swatted your hand playfully. “I like it like that,” he teased you with a mouthful of toothpaste as you giggled. “Makes me feel sexy,” he insisted as foamy toothpaste spit out of his mouth and onto the mirror which only made you two laugh harder.

It was absolutely childish, but that was the thing you loved most about George. He wasn’t afraid to be childish and laugh about something as silly as toothpaste being spat out onto a mirror. You spit your toothpaste into the sink, rinsing your mouth before George did the same. “Breath check. I don’t want to kiss dragon breath,” you tell him as he blows onto your nose as you sniff. “Minty fresh. Well done.”

“Your turn then,” he says as you mimic his previous actions, George sniffing the air. He contorts his face with disgust as you look at him strangely. “Ugh, better brush again,” he teases as you swat his arm, making him chuckle. “Kidding, kidding,” he retaliates as you walk out of the bathroom with a roll of your eyes. “I’m teasing you! Come on, give us a kiss!” George chases after you down the hall as you squeal, running down the stairs now away from your boyfriend.

Quickly, you divert yourself into Ginny’s room, running onto her bed as she shakes her head with a smile. “The two of you are ridiculous,” she huffs as you lay on her body as she tries to read a copy of the Quidditch Times. George then stumbles into Ginny’s room as she sits up straight, pointing a warning finger at him, “No funny business in here, I swear to Merlin. Out of sight and earshot, please!”

George walks straight to the bed and grabs your body in his hands, pulling you into him as you squeal in protest. “We’ll be out of your hair in just a second, Gin,” he winks before grabbing you by the legs and hoisting you up as you flop over George’s shoulder with a yelp. “Night, small fry!” he calls out as he leaves Ginny’s room, heading back up the stairs to his room.

While walking up the stairs, George passes Fred who makes his way downstairs. Fred groans, “This is really what I’m sacrificing my room for!” You laugh as George continues to walk up the stairs, ignoring his brother’s comment. “You’re really making me spend another night in Ronald’s room? The bloody kid sleep talks! You know what that’s like?! One minute being fast asleep and the next waking up to the sound of your brother moaning Granger’s name?” Fred huffs.

“Shut the bloody fuck up, Fred!” Ron bellows from his room as Fred rolls his eyes before disappearing back down the stairs.

You finally reach George’s room and George flops you onto his bed before shutting the door and crawling into the bed next to you as you giggle. George places a kiss to the tip of your nose, lips, and then chin. “Good evening,” you smile at George as he smiles, you running your fingers through his freshly washed ginger hair. “Ready for bed?”

George shakes his head, “Eh. Not just yet.” He crawls off of you and sits up as you follow, facing him criss cross applesauce. George pulls you closer to him as you smile, kissing his lips quickly. As you pull away, the look in George’s eyes is so soft and tender, making your heart skip a beat. There was a look on his face that you have never seen before as you give him a puzzled look. What could he be thinking about? But before you can ask him, he opens his mouth and says, “Sometimes...I just forget that you’re mine.”

You let a breathy laugh escape your parted lips. “What do you mean? Of course I’m yours, darling. I’ve always been yours,” you tell him, placing a hand on his cheek. It was the honest truth. Even before you and George had been official, you were always his. Your heart belonged George before you even knew it. He was always the first person you thought about when you opened your eyes and the last one when you closed them. You went out of your way to “bump” into him in the halls or “accidentally” find him in the common room. George Weasley had you wrapped around his finger no matter how much you hated to admit it. But soon enough, you came around and accepted the fact that there was no one else for you but him.

The words spoken make George feel like he’s on cloud nine. When George met you, he knew you were special. Special in the sense you were a person George couldn’t forget. No matter how many girls he flirted with, how many activities he occupied himself with, no matter how he tried to distract himself, you were unforgettable. Never before has someone been more unforgettable.

George gives your hands a squeeze before he tells you, “I mean you have always been on my mind. You’re never not there. And knowing that I really have you, all of you, is something incredible to me. It’s incredible that I have someone who is unforgettable. And that same person thinks that I am unforgettable too.”

With a happy sigh, you melt into George’s touch. As if he couldn’t get more perfect than he already was. The love that you had for each other was enough to move mountains and part oceans. It was a love that was so powerful, so immeasurable that it almost terrified you. You didn’t think that such a love was possible, but George made it easy. Loving him was like breathing. It was second nature to you. Involuntary even. “Georgie...” you trail off, gazing into those deep brown eyes that could make you melt into a puddle on the floor. “You’ll stay unforgettable forever. You’re my one and only,” you tell him, placing both of your hands on his jaw. He sighs and leans forever, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss as you inhale deeply, goosebumps erupting on your exposed skin. Kissing him was like the first time every time. It never got old.

George pulls away, pressing a quick peck on your lips again. “I could listen to you say those words over and over again,” he speaks with his eyes closed, smiling happily as you chuckle. With a dramatic sigh, he flops onto his back, “I’m living in a dream.” You laugh and shake your head, trying to pull him back up. “Shhh, don’t wake me up. It’s a lovely dream,” he protests.

“You’re so dramatic,” you huff teasingly as George peaks one eye open. “Come on then. We’ve got all night. What do you wanna do?” you poke his chest as he lays for minute, trying to think of something.

George puffs his cheeks, lost in thought before an idea pops into his head, eyes brightening up with the idea. “Put on a jacket,” he speaks with a smile before jumping off the bed and opening his door and disappearing down the hall.

You furrow your brows in confusion. What could he possibly want to do that required a jacket? It was the middle of December. It would be freezing outside. “What?” you speak to yourself before scooting off the bed and eventually following him down the hall.

In typical George fashion, he insisted that the two of you go for a walk outside. He claimed that cold winter nights were his favorite. “It’s freezing, Georgie. You could have at least told me to put on proper pants rather than have me in pajama shorts,” you tell him as you pull your jacket closer to your body, trying to keep in your body heat.

George pulls you into his side, “Don’t be a cry baby. It’s so nice out.” You shake your head, mostly from exasperation, but also from the windchill. The two of you start on a short walk outside, a little ways away from the Burrow, but not too far. You had to give it to George. The moon beautifully illuminated the countryside, the Burrow standing behind you two in all of its glory. Suddenly, George darts away from you and starts running into a grassy part off of the road as you roll your eyes and follow him. In the grassy field, there is a small bush full of beautifully blossomed winter white roses. George plucks the most full rose from the bush with a smile and hands it to you. “A rose for my rose.”

You accept the gift with a blush and kiss his lips quickly. “Cute,” you tell him. “I didn’t know that roses grew wild out here,” you sniff the rose in your hand as George places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from the rose bush.

“They don’t,” he tells you as he quickens his pace. “That bush belongs to the house over there,” he points before he breaks out into a light jog. “So start running before we get caught!” he calls before breaking out into a full sprint.

“What?!”

“What are you doing on my property?” an unfamiliar voice calls out as you immediately start running, following George as he cackles. “Weasley!!!” the voice screams as George runs faster, you trying to keep up. Obviously this wasn’t the first time George had trespassed the property.

After running, George slows down his pace with a breathless laugh as you catch up to him, slapping his bicep. “Are you out of your bloody mind?!” you yell at him as he laughs. “You realize how much trouble we could have gotten into!”

George shrugs, “What’s life without a little trouble?” You roll your eyes before looking down at the gorgeous rose he had plucked for you. You sigh, giving in, and sniffing the beautiful rose again as George smiles proudly, knowing you had liked the token. He pulls you into his side and places a kiss to your forehead. “But I reckon we’ve had enough trouble for tonight,” he sighs as you both walk hand in hand to the Burrow, both smiling messes.

As you walked back to his childhood home, you looked up at George. In the moonlight, he was breathtaking. George was really one of a kind. There was no one like him in the world and being loved by him was better than anything you could have imagined. Being loved by George was simply unforgettable. “Hey,” you stop in your tracks as George follows suit. “I love you.”

George smiles and cups your face in his hands. “And I love you. Forevermore.”

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doubtsandloves · 2 years

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George Bellows (American, 1882-1925) - Love of Winter, 1914

#art #painting #landscape #snow #George Bellows #American

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gg-selvish · 2 years

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baby's breath lyrics brainrot containment post

playlist

obviously white winter hymnal by fleet foxes is scene setting more than anything. its a bit on the nose but i like it

piano player – the hotelier

like literally ALL OF taken for a ride by tally hall i literally could copy/paste the whole lyrics but also the vibe + pacing of the music itself is very jackcore (chaotic lol)

would it kill you? – hellogoodbye. ugh theres another song by them im thinking if adding but its gotta match up in chrono so maybe after ch 3 is posted

YES THERES A U2 SONG THE VIBES ARE VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!

george obviously (a little respect – erasure)

holy shit. HOLY SHIT. you in this light – the hotelier. this song is fucking everything. the driving force of the repetition drives me insane

give me your fire, give me your rain – the paper kites....... wow

dreams - the cranberries. get it?? GET IT?????? CUZ HE HAD THE DRE- /shot

+ sunlight by hozier obviously because. symbolism. the dream !!! wow

SO THATS LIKE... HOLY SHIT. AND THEN THE NEXT BIT HAS LIKE

like his brain right??? ok u have to pretend this song isnt about politics this is kind of abstract forgive me... my adhd brain is just very flexible lol

title track (there is a light) - the hotelier

running with the hurricane - camp cope. the rest of this song is actually really hopeful and whether or not u take that is up to u 😏

delilah by florence is just an excellent song for the turmoil jack experiences like its edgy but its COOL!!!!!!

buzz by maddie medley... HAS ANYONE WHO LIKES BB READ BANGOR... THIS IS ALSO A BANGOR SONG. its just so good for slowburn hhhghggghgh

wonder by the lone bellow i cant explain its just. fuck

sept 16 by the mountain goats. holy shit. ‘i will keep away the cold / when you touched me i felt fire coming through’ yknow????? YKNOW?????

peach fuzz is just a jack vibe hehe

me putting this song about not letting go in here as if the fic has a happy ending.... its doesnt btw LMAFKMES

sun by the hotelier... yeah... thats more like it

tumblr image limit my detested. heres the last 2 songs:

this spoken word is actually the first track of this album thats been interspersed within the playlist. i really love the contrast of calling someone both the moon and the sun throughout a piece, it suits jack well since his perception of george has so much duality and changes so much within himself: george is both a giver of life and warmth, yet also a cool companion that asks for nothing in return for his presence

"We sit and we talk, not of much but of little.

I see the moon, the moon sees me.

I would smile but it would be meaningless.

I wouldn't want it to be.

But in the landscape of tilted heads,

While the sky sheds skin on my body,

I feel my voice quiet to a halt,

And this is where I am.

You in this light feels new/woken,

Woven deep until the roots touch dryness,

Against the fallen limb of oaken.

This place speaks.

It says many things of nothing.

Makes no demands,

And offers no salvation.

Only repeats what you say in a way you've never heard it.

An echo off the far wall.

A reflection of your face.

I see the moon.

The moon sees me.

That's enough."

'It says many things of nothing. / Makes no demands, / And offers no salvation. ... I see the moon. / The moon sees me. / That's enough.'

this part is integral to their dynamic. this cycle was full of so much feeling and hard to grasp intimacy, but it must close and be enough as it is and without any further expectations

then the music at the end fades into the next song, track 2:

"There is a kind and immediate hushing.

There is a setting enveloped in cold.

Withered down to our basic components

We are naked, at rest, and alone.

And the drone of the open air yawning

Couldn't help me feel any less small.

In these days we will wear the same blanket.

In these days we feel nothing at all.

When the floor was all littered with pictures

Like the flora was drenched in the thaw,

I was grasping to stay in the present

But your negatives flipped what I saw.

A little bird from the side of sidewalk

Sings me hymnals of comfort in pain.

Said "Give me you all disarmed and uncertain

And I promise that I'll do the same"

And it sounded like something you'd say.

If we spin without compass in circles

Will we fall in the same exact place?

When this began

This was a thing

That we could both share.

A bit of shade

The goodness fades

And we begin there."

i once again consider this a hopeful ending and i /know/ people are going to disagree but its true! the ending of a relationship/situationship/cycle is not the end of everything. its the sign that were ready to move on and try again. this is what the fic is all about!! the final time jack lets himself cause ruin, you have to have faith in him as a reliable narrator that he will succeed next time despite the pain of this closure

and george? as hes said, hes broken so many bottles already, whats one more?

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beatles-slash-fiction · 3 years

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John taps his foot nervously as he rings the buzzer, pulling his coat around himself a little tighter as he shivers in the cold winter air.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rings,” John says into the speaker. “It’s me. Can I come up?”

A pause.

“John? Yeah, of course. Hang on, let me-“

There’s a loud buzz and John slips inside, grateful to get out of the cold.

By the time he makes it upstairs, Ringo is already waiting for him at the flat door, smiling warmly while cupping his bump. He seems to have doubled in size since the last time John saw him, but he looks good. He looks happy. His jumper is stretched over his swollen belly, and it looks like he’s ready to pop any day now.

“This is a nice surprise,” Ringo says softly, giving John a hug. “What brings you to London?”

“Oh, just felt like a drive,” John lies, toeing off his shoes and throwing off his coat. “Where’s your good husband?”

“Dismantling some of the furniture in one of the guest rooms.” Ringo rolls his eyes fondly. “I keep telling him he’s going to injure himself and we should just hire someone to help, but he’s being stubborn. I think he wants to prove to me he’s handy. Cup of tea?”

“Ta.”

“George!” Ringo bellows as he heads to the kitchen. “We have company!”

John glances round at the boxes everywhere. It’s strange to see this place half empty; he has so many fond memories of this flat. But he’s glad George and Ringo are leaving London and will be a lot closer in just a few weeks’ time.

“Oh, hello,” George says as he emerges from the hallway. “Wasn’t expecting to see you today. Everything alright?”

John gives him a hug, and lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah. Just...had to get away for a bit.”

George raises an eyebrow. “Another fight?”

John shrugs, sinking into an armchair. “They’re getting more frequent now. I thought things would be easier now Julian is walking and talking.”

Things haven’t been easier though. If anything things seem to be getting worse. John can’t even remember the last time him and Paul had started a conversation that hadn’t ended with them fighting.

“What were you fighting about?” Ringo asks as he hands John a cup of tea.

John watches as Ringo slowly lowers himself to sit beside George, and he suddenly hates himself for coming here as George places a protective hand on Ringo’s bump.

He shouldn’t have dragged George and Ringo into this.

John sighs. “I...suggested something to Paul that he didn’t like. You know how much we’ve been struggling lately. With every aspect of our marriage. And I....had this idea that I thought maybe he’d be receptive to....but I guess I was wrong. I was just trying to help.”

“What was it you suggested?” George asks.

John stares at his tea. “I suggested...that maybe things might be better for us when you move closer to us. I suggested that maybe we could try...y’know. All of us. Together again.”

A moment’s silence.

John looks up to see a confused look on Ringo’s face, but George’s expression is something else entirely. He clearly knows exactly what John is suggesting.

“It was just an idea,” John says quickly. “I miss you lads so much. I love Paul, I really do, but it’s not the same when it’s just been the two of us. It was so much better before when it was all four of us. Paul and I just don’t work the same without you.”

Ringo looks like he understands now, and the expression on George’s face has grown darker.

“You want to get back together with us?” Ringo strokes his bump. “I thought we agreed it would be easier this way.”

“It was just an idea,” John repeats, his shoulders sinking a little.

He isn’t quite sure if he came here to convince George and Ringo or to look for sympathy. A part of him is slightly jealous that George and Ringo’s relationship seems to have flourished without him and Paul.

“You know we’re not moving to Surrey because we want to start things up again,” George says warily. “We’re moving because of the baby. Sorry if we sent the wrong signals.”

“It’s not that.” And because John is feeling bold and desperate and upset, he reaches out to touch Ringo’s knee. “Like I said, I’ve just missed you both so much.”

John had silently been hoping he might get some support from Ringo, but the older man looks at him with nothing but pity. And George has a very displeased look on his face as he focuses his gaze on John’s hand on his husband’s knee.

“Things are different now,” Ringo says softly. “You’ve got a son and we’re about to have a baby. All of us together would just complicate things.”

John removes his hand from Ringo’s knee. The rejection stings even though it’s kind, and John knows now what he’s suspected for a while. George and Ringo are happier without him and Paul. They see him and Paul as toxic.

“Every marriage has its rough spots,” Ringo continues gently. “You and Paul will get through yours. But I don’t think we’re the solution.”

John nods numbly.

He thinks of the hurt look on Paul’s face just before John left to come here. The anger.

“Am I not enough for you anymore?”

“I shouldn’t have come,” John says, standing and placing down his mug with a heavy heart. “Sorry.”

George doesn’t say anything, but Ringo hurriedly tries to stand too, struggling a little with his bump.

“John, wait-“

“Thanks for listening,” John says grabbing his coat. “Hope the move goes okay. And call us when the little one makes an appearance, yeah?”

He doesn’t look back as he leaves the flat, despite Ringo calling after him.

And as he takes the stairs two at a time, John starts to wonder if maybe it’s not him and Paul that are toxic.

Maybe it’s just him.

#mclennon #starrison #mpreg #poly!beatles

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cupsofsuga · 4 years

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𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ ☕️} NOTE - there’s some heavy violence in this headcanon! again, viewer discretion is advised! also, thank you anon for being so kind!!!

{ 💐} ANON ASKED - ❝ Hcs for each member to their s/o having a hard time at school because they have a lot of exams and there is like this one girl who is kinda bothering them a lot and says thing’s like „you’re so dumb“ + Thank you for your hard work🌟 :) ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

whilst walking through the early afternoon, jin can’t help but let his mind wander to his y/n

they are candied cherries, chocolate-covered strawberries, slices of honeydew of a sultry june afternoon

they are a summer sonnet, saccharine sunshine embodied

they are in every means the light in a pit of darkness

and just before his fists meet with the mahogany door, the hushed sounds of sobbing brings his ethereal thoughts to an abrupt halt

that sugary taste of spring melts into a metallic tang

jin is ripped from the arms of serendipity and embraced by a holy, winter night; he is exploited by hell and feels it’s knife-sharp kisses litter his body

and without a second thought, he bursts through the door with enough force to puncture the wood

he is quick to provide aid for his love, letting them trail on of tales of their arrogant teachers and that sadistic blonde who finds pleasure in your torment

jin’s heart shatters and underneath the glass shard in unfathomable rage

and just like that, we watch as his anger swells and the events that follow after the faltering of his flower

5:38 PM, your teacher who has thrust you into a rough patch with school stands by his car

jin strikes, he falls to the ground, streets seeping with crimson blood as his sinful acts bleed into the creases of the pavement

the brick in his hand is quickly disposed of as he hijacks the stranger’s car and attends the key to his office

hours later, he finds you, nestled under silky blankets with moon tea in your grasp

he presents to you a cheat sheet, relishing in the way you smile so vividly and the summer petals that asphyxiate him

next, is that girl who dared to let you cry tears for her

and the acts performed on her were horrific

he nustles you back into bed, a gentle kiss to the head and caresses to the cheek, then, he is off into the night

within the next 12 hours, jin had managed to slice off her fingers and toes, laughing sadistically as she begs for mercy

the annoying disunity of her pained, guttural screams irritated jin, and to end of the night with a bang, he forced her to eat a bullet

now, the burdens have been disposed of, the anger has simmered and his love has found peace, you both can live smoothly

without the suffocating weights of the horrid world, jin can listen to his midsummer sonnets as they grace his world with their delicate smiles and infectious laughter

finally, he can breathe.

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

yoongi awakes in the evening a couple of steps into march, early spring sticky on his cheeks and sheets pressed upon his dainty legs

the burning revelation of what lies next to him feels like the midnight sun warm against his bareback

he knows the love of his life rests right beside him, deep in a luminescent slumber

yoongi turns his body around, meeting with his love, who instead is perched on the side of the bed, phone screen illuminating the room that drowned in obscurity

beneath that canopy of constellations, there is his y/n, crying out to the empty night

and that bruising palpitation that strikes his heart with one bitter-intended swing could’ve crumbled planets in the galaxy to nothing but dust bunnies you’d find nestled in the depths of the attic

every bated breath is suffocated within his lungs, saltwater smothering him as he can’t find the words to provide aid for the love of his life

the ashes skies and dull clouds envelop him, and alas, magic has died

with a gentle touch to your shoulder, the boy behind you coos and hushes his own cries of worry as you both sit in solid darkness

through saturated cries, you manage to cough up tales of demons that litter the hallways, choking on the acerbic aftertaste of tears

with the moon strung high, yoongi finds devotion through the thorn-laced ivy that punctures his form

he must prove his infatuation, he must

after all, when the world left him astray, you painted him gold with stardust brewing in your lungs

when the galaxy abandoned him, you gifted him the sun as if the planet was nothing but coins in your pocket

when he was alone, you were there in all of your effervescent glory

and that leaves your lover now, writing an anonymous complaint about that blonde’s behavior, lacing the letter with false stories of her becoming physical

yes, yoongi knows this is wrong, but that image of you with gleaming tears sprinting down your cheeks robs him of any potential mercy

he loves you, and he must defend you from the world

and there it is, your smile

you look like a pack of adonis blue butterflies in the summer, the diamonds that scatter the galaxies, rose petals as they fall from the clouds

you are happy, and now you can live in tranquillity

as the sun sets and the wolves venture out of their the caves, you two spend eternal hours on the roof, sipping cheap red wine as bellowing laughter echoes

and it’s so sweet - so, so sweet - living days in the depths of ice-rimmed snow globes and soaring through the land of hogwarts

it's so sweet finding forever summer within the cold days of late winter

it’s so sweet to live the rest of his days with you.

━━━ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

❝ oh, oh! i’ll do them for you! ❞

without a hint of breath, hoseok interferes your rant about exams with a shimmering idea

that’s who he was, after all

a boy willing to spit out the ash of bullets with the sun pounding against his ribcage and with the alacrity of his spirit

he’d watch the stars bleed and summer fade, he’d embrace violence with pleasure and hunt out the wolves of the night

he’d swallow seas, seethe in hellfire, swim within the embers of the sun and wither planets to dust

he’d just about do anything for you, and you milked his very desire to do such

you see, exam season was hot on your tail and there were only seconds before you witness the death of a downfall behind procrastination

the elegance of time has faded, and fortunately for you, your pretty-pliant boy toy is there with a cape to save the day

you should feel guilt for manipulating and twisting your lover's brain, but, the poison that seeps through the maze of your veins robs you of any empathy

his whitening bones and your rotten figure, his sunset skies and your ashen wastelands

you both might as well have been a devil and an angel sitting in the same high school class

but, the burden of exams is only an inkling of the baggage heavy on your shoulders

that blonde who finds sadistic pleasure in turning your life into a living hellhole awaits your next move, and with the help of your delusional lover, you may find stars within the black hole of the universe

as your grades all skyrocket as planned, you’ll have enough golden stars and lollipops to have her regina george and her precious good-girl streak melting into the tile before her expensive platforms

so, as the next afternoon blossoms, you meet hoseok at his locker with a disposition burning within your heart and ask him out on a date, watching as summer’s sky drowns out within his irises and the essence of spring spreads amongst his doll-like features

as he accepts with a stutter, you become concerned with whether or not you should check if the poor boy is still breathing, but settle on attending the ice cream parlor on the corner of town

and as you both sit in the sunset as superman ice-cream stains his lips, your plan proceeds in perfect harmony

with your sweetheart who resembles a golden retriever who’s met face-to-face with a battered-off tennis ball, your every desire is granted

with cloy praises and sugar-tainted caresses, you’re passing your exams with a pretty little pet there to serve to every one of your commands

and blinded by the infatuation through the manipulation, hoseok finds lavender-infused meadows and universes undiscovered

ever waking second with you, he finds the sun as it beats against his empty eyelids

alas, he has found clarity within the treacherous world

and he doesn’t know what he’d do if you ever left him.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

wednesday afternoon, namjoon is roaming around the somewhat-secluded library, once again

he finds you at a deserted table and relishes in the ambivalent pandemonium of your eternal gaze that pounds his hummingbird heartbeat

he finds cherry stains chalked upon your lips, the dust of a child’s dreams scattered upon your features, the touch of aphrodite herself laced within your fingertips as you turn the pages with elegance

to have a stark sight of you, he has found rome in the depths of you and he is only left to scrutinize every last moment

as you talk with a friend on the phone, namjoon picks up a stray book off the shelf, posing to deem it interesting as the ink fades to nonsense

there’s a tangible bitterness in your tone, stating your stress over exams, then exclaiming your rage for another student who has found entertainment in using you like a rag doll

namjoon listens, and he seethes

there’s a vivid pulse of red, a breath of tranquility left astray, heavy spring rain that envelops him

in the serrated halt in his thoughts, he listens to your rants and the harmonious claps of thunder that follow after the light rain showers

as the clock reads 3:27 AM, the boy spends the ungodly hours of the night inhaling the musk of silken mist as he dives into the depths of whatever information he can grasp of your supposed bully

after all, he’d do just about anything for you

he’d swallow bullets, suffocate himself on clouds, slice galaxies and set your shadows aflame if you simply asked

he loves you, and the burning light’s embrace taste of lemonade

you are willow trees in late june heat, apple pies left to cool on an autumn afternoon, a star amongst a field of faux pearls, a fairytale you’d find hidden in the dust of a bookstore

you are in every means a melody of summer and the ethereal sense of purity that follows after

so, that leaves namjoon now, casting his gaze upon a penthouse where the villain of your story lies

and the acts that follow after climbing into the adobe through the fire escape are horrid

he spits out threats and insults as the girl shows her submission, tears tumbling down her rosy cheeks as she pleads for any potential compassion found within the man

she then proceeds to swear on her life that she won’t utter a breath of this night if the intruder were to simply leave, but, the myths that lie within those ocean eyes state differently

and so he kills her - he kills her so violently - he watches the life leave her doe eyes like a dying star

namjoon then leaves her in the bathtub, mustering up some sob suicide note about how unfair her life was, then neglecting his sins at the domain

finally, finally, he can taste the midsummer plums and strawberry-tainted air without the burden of the world

finally, he can dance with the sunbeams as the rain begins to fade into lustrous stars

finally, he can breathe with you.

━━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

even with the simple incantation of a compliment, you have jimin vowing his devotion to you, a simple stranger

you, who holds the hypnotic elegance of a swan, the unintentional divine nature of a ghost and the substantially ethereal depths of aphrodite herself hold a young boy’s sensitive heart in the palm of your palms

you, who lives in the wind by the riverside, hold the universe in your hands

jimin, and his tenacious behavior, stand just outside the door of his father’s office, ear pressed against the door, clinging onto any inkling of a word he can grasp

your father stands in the room, too, just without you, the sun in the empty abyss

with muffled words, he listens as your father speaks stories of your stress with upcoming exams and with a bully of yours

his brave iris, his luminescent flower, his star dripped in honey nectar- is suffering…?

jimin has been left to wallow in a desolated graveyard, just to fantasize of your dancing touch and luminescent smile

you are both two bunny rabbits prancing through the barricades of spring, two fairies dancing with dust in the heat of summer

every fleeting moment, it all echoed within him

and that leaves jimin now with the yearbook that he borrowed from you settled in his lap

he takes the brief second to examine your school picture, tracing delicate fingers amongst your features and the doodles of hearts and flowers that litter around your sparkling face

flipping through the pages, he hears your father’s voice in his head, who had spoken the name of the demon that dared to dwell in you

languorous days, lavender hearts and june-infused nights, he has found some sense of clarity within the heartbreaking loyalty

inhaling the musk of a filthy bar littered with drunk men, he finds a blonde head, plan lingering within his mind

he then forges attraction, single whispers proving more of the bruises on his skin than the flower of his love

with angelic tones and forcing gags back down his throat, jimin had finally gotten this parasite alone

he had gotten the doe-eyed villain alone in an alleyway, lust staining the shades of her eyes

and that leaves the blue-eyed, plum-lipped girl with golden hair now, left in a puddle of piss and beer - dead

there’s blood everywhere - in the wind, on the pavement, on the brick walls, stained upon empty skin

but, alas, despite drowning in the sticky residue of his sins, eden’s garden has bloomed

alas, without the burden there to touch your soul and carve letters to ghost upon your precious skin, he is free

and you venture behind your father to another meeting several days later, meeting face-to-face with an abnormally bright puppy-dog with summer sunbeams soaked in the hues of his irises

❝ y/n! y/n! hey! do you- do you need help with your exams? i can help, i swear! i really can! i promise...! i’d do anything to help… ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

you curl your fingers around the flutter of the telephone cord, the prismatic pastel hues complimenting every syllable that leaves your mouth

your brows knit and nose scrunches, your lips twist and eyes glimmer

and, within your haze, after leaving your window open to find some contentment in the heavy humidity, a figure slid in through the crack and resides in the closet

taehyung now cherishes you through the speckles of light given through the rift of the closet door, summer leaving its eternal residue upon his form

he stares and finds the embodiment of the moon and its naked bones through the gentle film of your bedside lamp

he then listens as you complain about your bad day, dwelling in the curves and juts of your tone

how no matter how many times you attempt to curl your way out of her embrace, the blonde who has learned to despise you, an angel, always seeps her way back into your bloodstream

like a sour lemon upon the july sun, like the burning embers of winter amongst summer stars

his tranquility found in the human he loves has suffered a perceptible shift

and now, all he can touch and all he can see is unfathomable rage

how dare someone treat such a creature with envy? how dare they treat his love with obsidian-stained hatred!?

how could a human disrupt a heartbeat trapped in the galaxies!? how could a human hurt such an angel...?

these thoughts spread like constellations as taehyung sits beside you on your bed, tucking you tighter into your blankets with caution not to jeopardize his identity

you sleep like pearls in the sea, like california poppies in the daybreak

and with a gentle kiss to your forehead and a secret in the grave, he is off into the night

and within the blistering bite of the night, taehyung finds the girl and gives a gaze with two beady, stern eyes that burns bullets into his helpless victim

a good game of tag as the wind chills through the oxygen, cat and mouse in the opalescent midnight sky

and within a matter of seconds, an arrow pierces through the night and penetrates through her neck

he watches- watches as life bleeds down her collarbone

and he loves it

but now, he has returned to his love, soaked head-to-toe in the irony taste of his own sins

he sits beside your sleeping form, clutches midsummer peaches in his grasp as places his land ever so gentle upon yours

a plan lingers- a plan of how he'll kill two birds with one stone

he'll begin tutoring lessons, assisting you with your exams and drowning in the neon hues of your soul

and through the lullaby, kim taehyung has found a pale summer sky in an eternal night

he has found the lulling taste of july fruits in the suffocating depths of the attic

he has found his heartbeat in the graveyard of his mind

and his love for you is eternal.

━━━ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

with a juul held beneath your skin, nicotine soaks in the air and poisons the musk around

it fills your nostrils, holy smoke fogging up the deceased, midnight breeze

there’s muffled music that doubles yourself in this dream, there’s tranquility found in the abandonment of time

you listen and bathe in the epiphany found in the ghost of the late-night song, dwelling in the simmering sounds

you and your closest friend sit on the roof of your car, just outside of a party, gazing at the moon and sharing hits of the toxic juul pod

and within jungkook, there is infatuation infused with every breath, every blink, every waking second

there lies pearls and petals of lotus flowers within your irises, the smoke serving as a wreath around your exquisite form

your voice sounds of nature as you speak to the moon, and he has fallen prey to every curve and jut of the gibberish that leaves your mouth

you are graceful, you are broken

you are enigmatic in the hypnotizing land of twilight, you are beauty embodied as the stars circle the earth

but, through the canopy of tulips and chirping birds, the wolves venture from out of their adobe with bloodlust staining their golden eyes

you fuss about a particular blonde, proceeding to thrust your friends sanity into the flames of a hearth

you are but a doll in her grasp, a bruised and battered toy crafted for tantrums

you speak words of sour lemonade, and alas, the tranquility in the air has simmered into wrath

with lilacs in the black skies and tragedy in the pavement, you, too, find anger within the slender bones of the moon

you despise being wormwood in her grasp, but, you assume those are just the blues of being a high school student

and as the night falters and dawn blooms, you are met with fatal permission

you have met with the edge of the woods, found the corpses of mauled wolves, found ecstasy in a wasteland of dust

you eavesdrop and hear silent chatter of how regina george did not retreat home from the party the previous night

unknown to your knowledge, the sadistic candyland you were a plastic figure in has met its fate

as it will forever live as a mystery, you are unaware to the fact that her body lies miles away, left to rot within the venomous soil

then, you approach jungkook, filling him in on the latest gossip and expressing your cruel joy for her disappearance

and the pleasure that settles in his face like honey’s residue on a july afternoon was terrifying

jungkook has lost himself in a hallucination of lively color, an illusion of summer days amid winter

he has found the phoenix flower as it blooms within the hues of your eyes, he has found silken stars as they litter your face like sugar and glitter

he has found solace in the new day, the new beginning

he has found euphoria in judgment day.

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