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alpona · 2 years

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Geats episode 8 live blog:

It's already been 2 months since Geats aired? Anyway,

- you're still doing your memoir while in this state keiwa-kun? Sleep first! We can do without one recap... Oh wait why am I talking like your mom, I actually don't care, do whatever.

- his sister being attacked, is she gonna die this episode?

- ... Lol, the drink can hitting Azuma's head 🤣 very funny scene!

- I like how Neon's trying to be annoying on purpose hehe

- Nee-chan interacted with henshined Keiwa, she gotta be a rider soon...

- Geats and Buffa petty brawl while Keiwa gets plot , lol

- oh wooww wait, she touched the ID core and memories?? So she already used to be a rider ? Ooo more backstory time!

- Sakurai parents were killed by Jamatos, aha! Congrats to the fans who predicted this!

- oh, so even a civilian's lost memory would unlock by touching any core ID, noted.

- looks like Ace-kun (should I call him granpa Ace now btw? 🤣!) Will keep having his brooding moments with every mention of 'family'.

- Keiwa suggesting a decent plan like a normal team, but this is Geats we're watching.

- hmm you know what, that's actually what Ace kinda did in last episode, except that he forgot the 'forming a plan as teamwork where one decides to be bait' part 😝

- ouch, someone let this guy heal a bit first please!

- Juicy deep conversation I'd rather watch and enjoy but won't comment on for now....

- Henshin time. Kinda interesting that Ace and Keiwa have their default buckles swapped at the moment. Why am I pointing out the obvious...

- oh great, Keiwa being self sacrificial again.

- wait, did the ninja buckle just.. reject Ace right there?

- hm? What's happening indeed, Azuma-kun!

- so power up buckles 'resonating' with the users is also a thing, noted.

- Yayy Tycoon Ninja boost!!

- Keiwa stealing all the action spotlight! Sweet!

- Let me take another moment to appreciate the cool action cinematography again.

- huh, it did end up being a teamwork 😌

Why is there a smile on my face? I decided to be ruthless this season!

- hmmm the end yet not the end?

- what's this wave of emotions that I'm feeling? I wanted to be a psycho and laugh at everything this season, but what have you done, Kei-chan!

- "Maybe. Who knows." Ah. The ultimate line to answer everything. That's Ace's character summary, I tell you.

- wait... Hold on, Keiwa is being eliminated just like that...? But ..the.. well yah sure, the rule makes sense, it's fine, but still.. umm...

- Keiwa-kun glitching and disappearing feels a lot... Different and heavier than other riders. Of course.

- well, I'm STILL not fully convinced about what happens to the eliminated players. But since Keiwa-kun of all people got eliminated, we're definitely going to see this side of the mystery soon.

This also probably hints that eliminated riders can return too, cuz no way Keiwa the main character is never coming back as Tycoon lol!

- But Keiwa is the audience POV character! If he's out of the game, woah! Narrative change coming... Next episode will be the first one without Keiwa, are we going to see more of Ace's story I wonder...

- It was kinda unexpected, I mean I'm fully prepared for anyone's 'death', but Keiwa so casually being eliminated was more of a surprise lol. First time a main character gets eliminated. Honestly, story-wise it makes sense, but formula-wise, I did expect Buffa to die or be eliminated before Keiwa, even if it's Keiwa's first DGP. Good job surprising me Geats.

- owh wait, so the 'last boss' ended up not being the last boss, there'll be another round.

This was a very heavy episode, I didn't even get to joke much. But no worries, I'll get back to delightfully laughing at everything! (!)

Next week, no Keiwa!

Maybe, who knows.

#kamen rider geats #geats rant #geats liveblog #sakurai keiwa #kr geats #geats spoilers

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VI/VII)

"the downfall"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: my apologies for keeping y'all waiting for this one darlings, but here comes the next part YAYY! Enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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He had left me in the room that morning, alone, with regret and guilt straining my chest, with embarrassment and panic heaving over me, my only company being a terrible headache and a sore body.

I was still waiting for him to come back. Of course, he still lived in the apartment, but the day after, he slept at Shell Cottage because Bill needed help with the chores, and the next night at the Burrow because Molly had asked to keep an eye on 'the kids' —the kids being Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione— while she and Arthur were off to visit Andromeda, and at Lee's because Angelina was away and they were going to have a boys' weekend; in summary, he managed to avoid stepping into the flat while I was in there for an entire week.

I would be lying if I said the idea of moving out hadn't crossed my mind, but I knew I was being dramatic— we were being dramatic; we were adults, even if we forgot about it more often than not, and adults talk things out, so I decided to confront him at the only place I would manage to corner him; the shop.

When I descended from the office on the second floor, I spotted the ginger turning the 'CLOSED' to face the glass door. "Oi!" His head snapped to me as I climbed downstairs and he instantly walked to the shelves on the opposite side. "Can I have a word?" I requested, following him, only for George to move on to another shelf.

"Right now I'm quite busy." He replied, seemingly absent-minded as he pretended to check the products in front of him.

"This is important." I insisted, moving to stand besides him.

Not fast enough, though, because he was off to yet another part of the shop as soon as I got close. "I'm sure it can wait."

"You know it can't," I assured intently, stalking after him, only for him to speed up his own pace, moving from product to product without stopping too long in front of him. "George I'm- Oi, stop! We need to talk about this!"

"Well maybe I don't wanna talk about this!" He exclaimed, taking big steps under one of the stairs in order to shamelessly dodge the hand with which I had reached out to stop him.

"George Weasley don't run away from me!"

"I'm not running away from you!"

"You're literally RUNNING AWAY!"

He stopped circling the counter and stood across from me, slamming his palms over the till. "ALRIGHT, LOVE!" for the first time, I didn't like the way the name dripped off his tongue. "Let's talk about how we accidentally FUCKED! That's what you want so badly, isn't it?!" Flush crept up his neck and ears, and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or from timidness. "Go on, darling, lead the bloody way!"

I felt my own cheeks going red, partly because of his straightforward statement but also because I genuinely had never heard George raise his voice like he had just done.

"Cat's got your tongue now?!" My stuttering seemed to fuel his anger more. "C'mon, Y/n, talk! You wanted to talk!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, GEORGE!" He clenched his jaw as his freckles drowned in a sea of pinkish red. "Yeah I want to talk! 'Cause that's what grown-ups do! We don't know how to act around each other so we just don't spend time together anymore— Fuck, I've barely seen you! AND WE. LIVE. TOGETHER!" I emphasised each word with stomps. "We can either pretend it didn't happen or talk it out to make sure we're on the same page, you choose but for Merlin's sake, don't avoid me!"

"OKAY!" His eyes widened, surprised at his own tone, and then he repeated in a softer, self-conscious one, "Okay." He breathed deeply and then added. "We're on the same page, right?" His eyebrows raised as he looked into my eyes. "It was... A mistake."

I should have noticed the uncertainty and hope in his voice, but I panicked and was too quick to respond, "Yeah! A massive mistake." My words stung my heart and, to my dismay, his own just as much. "Can we go back to being friends? Because I'm going crazy without you." I blamed our watery eyes to the argument we had had, and not to the fact that it had been a mistake.

He circled the counter and walked to me, hesitating before pulling me into a hug. "Can I...?" I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his middle. It took a moment for him to ease into my embrace, and I could tell we had fucked up our friendship for good. "It's alright, we'll make it right again." His words made me squeeze him tighter, as if he was about to vanish from my side.

And from then, we tried to make it right, we tried so hard, because it seemed so easy to make it wrong again.

Everytime we stood too close, everytime he leaned on to whisper something, everytime I helped him with his tie, our eyes would fall on each other's lips; I would sometimes drift off the conversation, staring too much at his mouth and hands, wandering if they would feel just as amazing as they had done while we were drunk.

"Y/n are you listening?"

"Uh yeah- I mean, no- sorry, what?"

I was so focused on trying to hide it that I didn't notice George was in the exact same situation, meaning that neither of us could give in, because we would go down together. In all honesty, it was doomed to happen at some point, we were just delaying the inevitable.

The moment came the last night of January, when George showed up in my room due to a really rough nightmare, and I, as always, invited him in so we could lay down together.

"Isn't this... Weird?" He murmured as we scooted closer. We had kept physical contact at bay for obvious reasons, and cuddling had been off the table since New Year.

"It doesn't have to be." I replied, my voice as quiet as his. "We've done this a thousand times."

"Right." He cleared his throat, averting his eyes from mines as we shifted in our places ever so slightly, trying to find a position where the situation turned less awkward.

And it happened, my mind got lost on the way his neck tensed, on the damp locks hanging over his forehead, sweaty due to the nightmare; on his plump lips, which he had just wetted with his tongue in the most subtle way. It was a nervous habit of him, something he would usually do, but that didn't make it any less hot.

"George..." I called his name without noticing, my heart hammering violently against my chest when his gaze landed on my eyes, quickly falling on my lips.

The next thing I knew was that he was holding my thigh over his hip, his other hand on the back of my neck while we shared a hungry kiss that, as soon as my hips involuntarily rocked against his, turned into something more.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The next morning we swore to each other that it was just another accident, that it would happen again.

And the next one too.

And the following.

The fifth time that happened, we agreed to call the situation a 'friends with benefits' kind of thing, well aware that it was an euphemism for the downfall of our friendship.

I had longed to be hers for so long, and it that moment, as I lay by her side in her bed, that wish seemed so close yet so far; I could reach out and my fingertips would touch her skin, yet I had never felt that distant towards her.

The moment my eyes were averted from her form, her gaze was laid on me. "You don't have to go."

"I know." I replied in a mumble, already sitting up and reaching for my pants. "But soon we'll have to get up, so I might as well do that and let you sleep." I didn't want to turn around, I didn't want to see her beautiful irises pleading for me to stay by her side, because I knew I would.

I saw on my peripheral vision her fingers attempting to carefully wrap around my wrist, and I was quick to stand up and walk to the door; sadly, I did not miss Y/n burying her face into the pillow, her hands fisting on the fabric ever so subtly.

She tried to hide her tears like that, and I agressively wiped mines as soon as I reached the corridor.

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"Morning, lady!" I light-heartedly greeted Y/n without turning my back to the making of our breakfast when I heard the steps approaching the kitchen.

In the morning it was easier to pretend everything was back to normal; usually, the refreshing sunlight and the drowsiness provided by a night of sleep were enough to wash away the sad truth of our relationship.

"Good morning, sir." She responded with a yawn, rubbing her eyes as she walked to stand besides me, leaning against the counter with her arms folded. "Smells good." She commented, leaning on to take a peek at the scrambled eggs.

I was about to make a cocky, playful comment when it dawned on me what she was wearing; it was my jumper, one of the old ones that I exclusively used for pyjamas.

I knew she didn't do it intently; I had left it on the floor the previous night, and it was probably the first thing she grabbed, but it struck a nerve.

I had seen a similar scene way too many times before; a sleepy, dishevelled Y/n entering the kitchen with an ugly Weasley jumper as only clothing, ready to start the bickering with an almost identical version of me who would be making breakfast.

My head then travelled to the thought that lately crossed my mind more often than not and my heart clenched; In Y/n's eyes, I was, most likely, just a poor replacement for Fred.

"You alright?" That worried furrow appeared between her brows too often lately. We were both walking on eggshells, and it got me on my nerves.

"You don't have to ask if I'm alright every time I'm quiet." I hadn't meant it to come out harsh or curt, but it definitely did.

"You're not quiet, you're overthinking." She responded with a tinge of hostility.

"What's to overthink?" I fought the need to raise my voice.

"Dunno, you tell me." She squinted her eyes with a scrutinising gaze directed to me.

"Can we not do this?" I almost pleaded; heated arguments had become a usual thing between us —yet another sign of the unfixable problem we refused to address.

Y/n was about to reply something that would lead us into a fight when the doorbell rung. "Mister Weasley?" I took that as a cue to go open the door to Verity, already dressed on her uniform. "The Valentine's Day products arrived, should I unpack them or..." Her eyes flickered behind me and her cheeks heated up. "Y/n—" When I looked over my shoulder, I felt my own face flushing out of embarrassment. Y/n was still my employee and Fred's ex, so Verity catching a glimpse of her dressed in my jumper wasn't the best thing for any of us. "I— am I— sorry, am I interrupting?"

"You're not interrupting." I assured her with a reassuring smile. "Leave the boxes on the puking pastries section, we'll be down in ten."

"Alright, sir." Her curious gaze travelled to Y/n one last time, and with that, she was rushing back down to the shop.

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READER'S P. O. V.

The ache that had appeared on my chest the day after New Year would end up killing me, or at least it felt like that.

I had a dreadful gut feeling of knowing what caused that pain, but my mind refused to believe it was that, and kept pushing the sensation back into my heart day by day.

George had gone to relocate the puking pastries in the upper level of the shop so I could prepare the section with the Valentine's Day products.

My eyes dawned on the small packages of Amortentia. I knew it was a terrible idea but I needed to know.

I took a look around, making sure Verity wasn't near and George was up still, and brought one of the Amortentias under my nose. It didn't take long for the scents to besot me, and I had to put all my will on not to fall under the potion's spell.

The first smell to reach my nostrils was gunpowder; my heart skipped a bit when the next scent was vanilla.

Then strawberry and chocolate; candy floss cupcakes and George's cologne.

The tiny, heart-shaped bottle fell from my hands, scattering all over the shop's floor. "Shit!" I rapidly kneeled to pick the shattered glass when I realized it had echoed in the empty establishment.

"Oi! What was that?" George descended from the second floor, using the ladder. "Oh shit—" his hands took a hold on my bicep and pulled me away from the pool of pinkish pearl liquid that seemed to be attracting me. "Don't!" He warned Verity, who had attempted to jog in the potion's direction too. "Verity, can you bring me my wand?" The girl complied running up to the office.

In Verity's absence, George took the chance and cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to check my eyes. "You alright?" I managed to give him a slow nod, my mind buzzing with the newly acquired information. "Getting the Amortentias was a bad idea, wasn't it?" I nodded again, producing a frown between his eyebrows. "No 'told you so'? Are you sure you're alright?" He chuckled nervously, his hands falling to his sides right in time for Verity to rush back to us.

"Here, Mister Weasley!"

"Thank you, darling." He politely replied, taking the wand and restoring the potion bottle in a swift movement. His eyes peeked at me again; I could see the worry growing on him. "Y/n-"

"I'm gonna go wash my face." The words hastily left my mouth before I dashed off to the restroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a look at the mirror; my pupils were blown and my cheeks pink. I ran the tab and splashed the water on my face a few times until the potion's mild effect was gone and my mind clear.

It was in that moment that it dawned on me that I was in love with George Weasley.

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matan4il · 4 years

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Heyy I'm that anon about 3.9 Also sorry for the misunderstanding ig? But both of you do such an amazing job together especially the 3.12 meta!! Gave me so many insights. Ig what I was looking for was the 'flirt'ing aka talk thing that happened between buck and Eddie in the kitchen.. WHat was THaT. Omg yayy. Cannot wait to read all that you've written about 3a and 3b. :))

Hi Nonnie and yay, glad to hear from you! :D And don’t worry about it because yes, @riarklus really does an amazing job with the gifs, she’s so freaking talented and our fandom is so much better for having her in it. I’m forever hearteyes over her creations! <333

I am so happy you liked the 312 meta post, I can’t repeat that enough. One of my faves! Any insight I may have, it’s my pleasure to share with you! xoxox

So if you check out AO3, you’ll see my old meta was divided into 33 parts and I just checked, what I had to say about 309 was in parts 29 & 30, which means it’ll take me a while to get to re-posting them on AO3. I do have links for where I originally posted these, which is Twitter and I can link you to those if you’d like me to.

But honestly, there IS NO REASONABLE HETEROSEXUAL EXPLANATION. I mean, yes, there is, kinda, if you tilt your head and squint twice. Eddie is upset, Buck is his friend, Buck wants to cheer him up, Buck suggests playing video games to distract Eddie from his pain. So far, so heterosexually good. But it’s really in the way that he does it, isn’t it? It’s his body language - the little strut over to Eddie, the invasion of his personal space, Buck’s hand on his belt buckle, the slight thrust of his hips forward, the way he plays with his head movements and tone (I swear, I compared it with the way Buck uses those when he flirts with Taylor Kelly and it’s the same freaking body language to the T, including the supposedly-bashful little look down and then back up again). It’s all so freaking flirtatious, I’m shocked these two are still oblivious morons. And then you have Eddie’s reaction which, you know. If this is just bros being dudes, he should be able to verbally react freely, but his reaction, especially at the end, is basically one long *gulp*. There’s tension there and you can cut it with a knife and not even the knife is heterosexual anymore, since these two are so bi for each other.

And then if you wanna talk about the emotional significance of this scene, it’s so loaded, too! Buck sees Eddie as being someone that he needs to be there to save, and he insists on apologizing again when Eddie isn’t used to being treated like that. Shannon never apologized, just demanded to know when she’d be forgiven, yet here is Buck, apologizing not once, but twice, even after being forgiven. His strength in being able to do this is so breathtaking in this scene. Also, I think after 315, after we have a better understanding of how destructive Eddie’s parents have been for his self confidence (and they never apologized either as far as we know), it makes Buck’s insistence on showing Eddie how much he matters even more meaningful and beautiful. Eddie keeps feeling like he’s a failure, like he’s not enough, with Shannon, in Afghanistan, with Chris... But to Buck, he is more than important enough to do this for. And Eddie is so emotional about this whole thing that he really can’t react normally, he can only resort to deflecting quips and long silences and sipping on his beer thinking of Buck’s kissable lips. Not to mention, what Buck is offering ends up being exactly what he needs. It’s not just a game night, not just a distraction from the pain, it’s a sense of home and family and belonging and love and being seen and cared about. It’s a moment Eddie treasures so much, it’s one of those that play out in his mind as he’s drowning and it helps give him the will to go on fighting in order to get back to that family. It’s amazing.

OMG, Nonnie. I apologize, this answer is a mess! But so am I, every time I think of that unbelievable kitchen scene. I hope it gave you some satisfaction anyway! Feel free to let me know. xox

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