I don’t know if this is even a system thing, or like, daydreaming-related. But do other systems experience what we call “autopilot”? Usually whoever is fronting gets distracted or is daydreaming or dissociated (in any way doesn’t know what the body is doing for a while) and the body just does things on its own. And then when the fronter comes to, they’re like “hey! This isn’t what I wanted to do.”
Like, I’m going into a room to pick up a water bottle and throw it away, and then suddenly I find myself scanning the fridge, water bottle untouched. Or I want to go to the computer and sit down, and instead find myself putting on my coat as if I was about to go outside.
It’s never what we planned to do. If it’s an alter, they clearly have no clue what they were supposed to do. And if not, it’s - what- my subconscious who doesn’t use logic or have access to my memories?
I don’t know. It feels like an alter, but it also feels… automatic. Like being on autopilot. Only a rogue autopilot that doesn’t follow the course I’ve set.
yeah yeah wholesome yuri moments or wtv that's cool. please dear GOD give me more gays like Juri and Shiori, give me Pyrrha and Wake. they will take over my brain I will die I will explode. Utenanthy? catradora(s3-4 catradora my beloved) I need that shit desperately. The entirety of How do we Relationship as well
is that a late night delusion of a demon or an actual demon? i do not feel like getting up right now and my detector isn't going off, so...bed time it is.
Request: Would you write about George Weasley dating a Slytherin girl? I love the idea since he's the softer twin and he would never judge. With the family and friends being rather sceptical thinking she is maybe just pranking him, but they actually love each other a lot :)
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A/N: I’m kinda proud of this but also not, so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Hope you enjoy. Also this is my favourite gif of Fred and George.
(Y/N)'s heart was thrumming aggressively against her chest as she made her way along the long stone corridors. Several students whispered as they watched her pass. News spread quickly in Hogwarts, just as it does in any school and this news was no different. A Weasley and a Slytherin were like water and oil - they never mixed. Yet a Weasley and a Slytherin were wandering down the halls together, hand in hand. Not just a Weasley either, one of the infamous Weasley twins, who were notorious for their pranks against Slytherin in particular.
(Y/N) couldn't help but hold onto George's hand a little tighter, her other hand clutching her luggage. This would be (Y/N)'s first time visiting the rest of the Weasley family, though she was well aware of their opinion of her. George tried his best to lie to her but nothing slips past a Slytherin. She knew very well that Ron and Percy cared very little for their relationship, they were very hesitant, quite understandably so. Slytherin's had been doing them dirty from their first day so (Y/N) couldn't exactly blame them. Fred was, well, Fred. As long as his brother was happy, he couldn't care less. And at first, Molly and Arthur were ecstatic upon reading George's first letter about the couple, but after learning of her house, you could say they were more than a little sceptical. Ginny was especially unsure of their relationship, following her mother in being furiously protective of her family
But George, he was everything she'd ever wanted. Respectful and kind, loving and gentle. Who knew the boisterous prankster was such a caring soul? Many couldn't tell Fred from George or Forge from Gred, but (Y/N) was one of the select few. George had a small crook in his nose, he was a few inches taller (despite Fred's constant denial of the fact), while Fred a scar on his left eyebrow and his voice was just a tad bit higher. Barely noticeable things but when you spend as much time with them as (Y/N) does, you learn to tell the difference.
The main thing that split them apart, however, was their personality. Fred was always the first to speak, the one who often suggested the more disruptive, ruckus pranks and the one who took longer someone's emotions. While George, he was the more sensitive of the pair, he would discard any pranks that could hurt anyone involved and he usually was second to speak.
(Y/N) and George's hands remained linked until they reached the train, the pair brushing off the fake gags and teasing comments from Fred with a chuckle and a roll of the eyes.
"How are you and Angelina not together yet, Freddie?" George shot back to one of Fred's comments, barking out a laugh as Fred's cheeks dusted a red that practically matched his hair. Fred huffed indignantly.
"Don't think we didn't notice the googoo eyes you were sending each other at the Yule Ball," (Y/N) added playfully, nudging Fred's arm and he sent them a teasing glare.
"Suprised you guys noticed us since you pair were goggling each other like two idiots," Fred defended weakly, the red of his cheeks spreading to the tips of his ears. (Y/N) and George simply shrugged with a laugh, knowing exactly they had been looking at each other. The Yule Ball had been a, for lack of better words, magical night for them and they had the time of their lives.
"Oi, lovebirds, I'm heading to the trolley, d'you want anything?" Fred asked, pushing himself up from his window seat. The couple shook their heads, mumbling thanks anyway. "Alright, suit yourself. Don't have too much fun while I'm gone."
"He's so going to find Angelina," (Y/N) commented as soon as Fred was out of earshot. George hummed in agreement, lazily throwing his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.
"Oh definitely," He agreed with a snicker, before pulling her closer and looking out the window, a contented look gracing his pale, freckled features. Seeing him so peaceful made (Y/N) feel bad about the topic she was about to bring up but her palms were clammy and her heart wouldn't stop pounding in fear.
"Hey, Georgie?"
"Yes, love?" George turned his face to look at, who he saw as, the light of his life.
"What if your family don't like me? I know Ginny, Ron and Percy aren't exactly my biggest fans, but what if your mom hates me? Or your dad?" She'd been yet to share any of her insecurities with the ginger but he knew this conversation had been coming for a long time. Any time he brought up meeting his family, she'd change the subject. It took two weeks and nearly all of Fred and George's effort to convince her to even come this time around. George took (Y/N)'s clammy hand into his own and squeezed it tightly.
"Darling, they're going to love you. I know Ron and Percy don't like you much but Percy's a stuck up snob and Ron can be a twat sometimes," The insult made the girl snort, and that alone caused George to grin "And, well, Ginny is very protective. And she scares me and Fred. But they'll come around, they haven't time to get to know you like me and Freddie. Once they see what a sweetheart you are, they'll love you as much as Fred does."
"Why not as much as you do?" She asked, waiting for some cheesy joke.
"Because no one can love you as much as I can."
"God, you have gone soft, haven't you, Weasley?" (Y/N) giggled teasingly, absentmindedly running patterns on his hands. George tugged her closer resulting in her letting out a small screech of laughter.
"Careful, (L/N), your Slytherin is showing," He said, in his typical joking fashion, gently tapping her nose "In all seriousness though, love, my family won't care that you're a Slytherin, it's all going to work out. Don't worry your pretty little head about it."
Just as George leant down to press a kiss to his girlfriend's lips, Fred came bursting back into the compartment. And though he was holding onto some sweets from the trolley, his hair was ruffled and out of shape and there was a clear lipstick smear around his mouth.
"Got the sweets," Fred stated, slightly breathless, stumbling in and plopping down opposite the pair.
"And then some," (Y/N) replied, a sly smile sliding onto her face, and George nudged her with his shoulder despite his obvious agreement.
"Alright, alright. I get it," Fred muttered sheepishly, as he began to open his chocolate frog. (Y/N) and George exchanged a look before deciding to let it go. Just this once.
"Oh, dear, it's so nice to finally meet you!"Two arms latched around (Y/N) in a bear hug before she could even register the voice. Something, however, in the famously tight hug gave her the inkling of a feeling that this was Mrs Weasley. Fred and George had warned her of their mother's python-like grip, and how hard it was to breathe, but until that moment, she'd never believed them. Molly pulled back from the hug and held (Y/N) at arm's length with a beaming smile. But she could see the hesitant past her eyes.
"It's lovely to meet you too, Mrs Weasley. Fred and Georgie have told me all about you," (Y/N) responded politely, returning a kind smile that made Ron and Harry, who were stood behind Molly, do a double-take.
"Oh, now what have you boys told this poor girl?" Molly called over her shoulder to Fred and George, both of whom let out boisterous laughter.
"Didn't need to tell her anything, mum," Fred began, folding his arms, eyes raised playfully.
"She's heard all your howlers," George finished, wrapping an arm around (Y/N) shoulders. (Y/N) gently smacked his chest, berating him for his teasing.
"Don't worry Mrs Weasley, I've been their mother away from home," (Y/N) reassured and George rolled his eyes,
"She's right, our ears are sore from all her bloody tugging and yelling," Fred said, leaning his elbow on (Y/N)'s head.
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Come on, let's get home," Mrs Weasley urged with a warm smile.
The Weasley household was just as hectic as the twins had described. There was constant chatter and shouting and laughing. Even more so with Fred and George's eldest brother, Charlie, visiting. But it was warm and homely and (YN) instantly felt welcomed by the house, even if not so much by the family yet.
"You must be (Y/N)," Mr Weasley said, standing up from the couch as the family entered and offered the girl his hand. (Y/N) shook it firmly and George shot her a reassuring smile.
"You must be Mr Weasley," She returned with a raised eyebrow. Arthur chuckled, already liking the girl's attitude. Percy and, who (Y/N) presumed to be, Bill came down the stairs at the sudden commotion, knowing the family were home. "Ah, Percy, a pleasure as always."
Percy only gave her a curt nod, looking very much like he'd swallowed a lemon. After settling in and meeting Bill, with whom (Y/N) got along with like a house on fire, it was soon time for dinner. The large family all positioned themselves around the table, (Y/N) with a twin on either side. Everyone around her was engaged in conversation but she was quite happy digging into her meal.
"So (Y/N) how are you enjoying Hogwarts?" Arthur questioned, and suddenly all eyes were on her. (Y/N) swallowed her mouthful of food and glanced at George nervously.
"I love it there, Mr Weasley. It's like having a massive family. Well, apart from Malfoy," There was scattered laughter amongst the family, but Ron just gave her a sour look.
"What, even though you're a Slytherin yourself?"He snapped harshly, stabbing some of the food on his plate.
"Ron!" Five voices sounded, belonging to Fred, George, Bill and Mr and Mrs Weasley, narrowing their eyes at the young ginger.
"We're not all that bad Ron, Malfoy and his gang just give us a bad rep, I suppose," (Y/N) said quietly, brushing off the tension. Ginny raised her eyebrows slightly at her comment, always taking Slytherin for those starting arguments, not diffusing them. "The Malfoys have always been stuck up rats who care about their worth and little else."
"I can agree to that one," Fred and George mumbled in unison, both taking a swig of their drinks.
"How did you guys meet (Y/N)?" Bill questioned, changing the subject quickly before anything could escalate.
"The same way anyone meets the twins," (Y/N) muttered sarcastically, and Harry let out a hum in an understanding manner.
"A prank, if the boys' history says anything," Ginny commented, hesitantly including herself into the conversation.
"You'd be quite right, little sis," George nodded, a boyish smile on his face, that reflected Fred's in almost every way. (Y/N) grinned up at her boyfriend and subtly laced their hands under the table.
"Georgie it's freezing up here!" (Y/N) whined as George tugged her up onto the roof of the burrow. He laughed softly and sat down, pulling her with him and wrapping the blanket he'd brought around them.
"I wanted some time with you away from my beyond crazy family," (Y/N) curled herself closer to her boyfriend, resting her head on his shoulder. He placed his head on top of her own, and she giggled as his long ginger hair blew in front of her nose.
"Your Mum and Dad are lovely. I don't think your siblings are too fond yet though," It was true, while George's parents, Fred and Bill had taken a liking to her, instantly softening when she was around, Percy, Ron and Ginny were still very stiff about her and her house.
"As I said, they'll come around. And anyway, who cares? You're the love of my life and I don't care about what house you're in," George turned his head to press a kiss to her forehead. (Y/N) let out a small sigh.
"I know I just... don't like the little biting comments. Or the glares. Reminds me too much of my house back at Hogwarts," George had been made aware of the comments a lot of Slytherin's made at Hogwarts, comments that only intensified when they had started dating.
"Do you want me to talk to them?" He asked sympathetically, running his hand up and down her arm.
"No, no, it's okay. They'll just have to get used to me," (Y/N) eventually said, after a long, pregnant pause. George slid his hand down to hers and squeezed it firmly.
"It'll be okay, I promise."
And it was. Granted, it took the remaining Weasley's a long time to trust (Y/N) but slowly, Ginny began talking to her more, Ron stopped blaming her for things and started to open up a bit more, though he was still very iffy with her and Percy, well, was still Percy. It's hard to tell whether he ever liked someone or not. Everything was going perfect, just the way George had promised.
Until Umbridge that is. It was their last year. The last year they could have fun at school before they left and joined the world of adulthood. But the second her toad-like, pink wool wearing face stepped in front of the great hall, they knew it wouldn't be so. All of a sudden, Defence Against the Dark Arts was changed, Quidditch was cancelled and an insane amount of stupid rules were brought into place. Including a rule stating that boys and girls must remain six inches apart. Of course, (Y/N) and George didn't listen, in the pure Weasley fashion.
George was the first to get a detention with Umbridge, though not for breaking the six-inch rule. Fred and George had pranked Snape and Umbridge, swapping the colours of their offices around entirely. Initially, they had expected to be cleaning Snape's cauldrons without magic, but they ended up coming out of detention with fresh wounds on the back of their hands. And livid couldn't even begin to describe how (Y/N) felt about what had happened.
"Georgie, what's wrong with your hand?" (Y/N) had asked as soon as he came back from his detention with a bandage wrapped around it.
"It's, uh, nothing. I don't want you to worry about it," George shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket with a wince. (Y/N), however, was having none of it, storming straight over to him and tenderly pulled his hands out of his pockets. (Y/N) began to unwrap his bandage. A soft gasp escaped her as she saw George's hand.
"' I must not disrespect or humiliate my teachers'?" (Y/N) read in a hushed voice "This is Umbridge, isn't it?" Her eyes narrowed and George knew what was about to happen. (Y/N) pushed past him, but he both grabbed her with his non-injured hand.
"(Y/N), I'm okay, just leave it alone," George reassured, pulling her back but she just shook her head angrily, folding her arms.
"No, George! I'm not letting that toad hurt my loved ones! Fred has the same thing, I'm guessing?" (Y/N) asked, giving him a look that just dared him to argue with her further. George sighed in defeat.
"Yes, yes he does. Love, I really wouldn't worry. If you tried to defy her you'd just get the same thing. I'm okay, Fred's okay. I promise," George gently tugged her forward and into a tight hug, resting his chin on her head. (Y/N) huffed against his chest.
"She hurt you and Fred, though, Georgie. She can't get away with this," She grumbled in annoyance. "She'll get what she deserves, definitely from me anyway."
Dinner in the great hall was quiet. Eerily so. It was never this quiet. Teachers were beginning to get fidgety at the lack of noise from the students. The Weasley twins were missing, as was Ron and (Y/N). The main causes of noise. Harry and Hermione couldn't help but wonder where most of the Weasley's had disappeared to. It wasn't uncommon for George and (Y/N) to miss dinner, or even Fred for that matter, but Ron never missed anything to do with food. The two doors to the great hall suddenly burst open and a red-faced Slytherin came charging in, with three Weasleys hot on her heels, trying to stop her. But nothing could stop her.
"You absolute toad! A rotten, little snake! How dare you?!" A few teachers stood up at the disturbance, but (Y/N) couldn't focus on them, all she could see was the pink toad she was pointing her finger at. Umbridge stood up and moved around the table to the front of the hall, a smug smile on her face. (Y/N) had nearly reached the front when the Weasley's finally managed to grab onto her, one hand on her one arm and two on the other.
"Miss (L/N), Mr Weasley's, what is the meaning of this?" Umbridge asked in her normal pompous voice. McGonagall moved around the table as well and stood in front of the students.
"That's enough, you four. Back to your tables," She ordered, and reluctantly, Ron and Fred moved back, but since (Y/N) had yet to move, George declared it not safe for him to move yet either. "Mr Weasley, Miss (L/N), now," Gradually, George and (Y/N) began to move back to their tables
"Not you, Miss (L/N)," Umbridge spoke, and she saw several of the teachers, Snape included shift uncomfortably. McGonagall squeezed her arm, knowing she no longer had control of the situation and walking back to the table. "I believe you require punishing, bursting in like that and disrupting our lovely meal."
"No, you listen here, you cockroach, you can do what you like to me, but you leave everyone here alone! You may be the headmistress of this school, but the use of a black quill is illegal! It's torture! And you've been using against students who defy you!" (Y/N) yelled, and students began whispering and the teachers exchanged looks of surprise and shock. George's foot was shaking under the table nervously and Ron and Ginny were gaping at her
"What nonsense," Umbridge commented simply, in her normal girlish manor. "I think you shall join me in detention, so you can see how wrong you are, tomorrow evening."
(Y/N) let out an indignant huff, glaring at her, knowing she could say little else. Malfoy let out a snicker, along with Crabbe and Goyle, and Snape shot them a glare.
"You're going to get what's coming to you," She mumbled, turning around and rushing back out, furiously stomping back to her common room, her fist hitting one of the walls on the way, splitting the skin of her knuckles.
"What the bloody hell happened back there?" Ginny requested as soon as she and her brothers had gotten back to the common room. Fred and George both flopped onto the couch as Ron sat down on one of the armchairs. Harry positioned himself on the floor between the twins and Ron.
"(Y/N), uh, she saw this," Ron lifted his hand to show them the cuts from his latest Umbridge detention "And she just lost it. Started shouting about how she was going to kill Umbridge, then she sprinted. We had to go after her, she was chuntering the entire away, we tried to stop her, George was trying to calm her down. She was bloody terrifying."
"I've never seen her that angry before," Fred stated, slightly shaken about it all, and mildly confused, his eyebrows furrowed. George shook his head slightly.
"Me either."
"Wait, you're telling me she got angry because Umbridge hurt Ron. Why would she care?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms.
"She's fiercely protective of the ones she loves. She'd die to protect them," George explained, rather harshly, disliking Hermione's tone.
"I thought she didn't like us," Ron murmured, slightly embarrassed.
"You're my family. Anyone important to me is important to her," George snapped back, narrowing his eyes a little, suddenly getting very protective. Ron and Ginny both went silent, awkwardly running their hands through their hair and looking away. Maybe (Y/N) wasn't as bad as they thought.
Not bad at all.
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