#playing with fire

[helloree1]

i put too much effort into this

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[sgiandubh]

It's 'go, puppy', now?

So, this is today's week-end innuendo treat:

Like any other certified narcissist, Madam Mao just could not bear the attention being switched on S's Borders Book Festival event. She had to post the above video and people are already pondering whether it was S or not.

I did hear a masculine voice: someone's comment it sounds more Irish than anything else is probably worth considering, but few will do, since this is slowly turning into a cheap, sadist number, anyways. I also heard the little girl and the Llama Whisperer herself. Just like the butterfly rings 📸, but with sounds, this time over.

Where is this dog now, anyways?

[Source: @thisistalosfan's IG account - posted August 18, 2024]

Oh. So the dogs rehoming inexplicably cruel story was not just a malevolent rumor, huh?

So. Madam Mao's IG stories are clearly locating her in Cork, 'this week-end'. Allegedly:

Namely the Warren Strand beach, near Rosscarbery, West Cork. A kids friendly destination:

[Source: https://westcorkwithkids.com/2020/03/05/clifftop-walk-from-owenahincha-to-warren-strand/]

It is really annoying he can't bilocate. Yet.

It is also really annoying she cannot, for the life of her, let the man shine on his own. Always wedging her way in the pic. Always breathing down his neck. Obnoxious.

It could be anyone. It happened before ('go, Sarah', immediately comes to mind). She will do it again, simply because she is enjoying the attention and because people will always fall for her cheap drama.

Premonitory? Playing with fire will make one wet their bed, eventually - a Romanian proverb I love to quote:

[Source: @thisistalosfan's IG account - posted August 18, 2024]

PS: this is clearly cheap innuendo. And evidence an IG story can very well be a latergram, contrary to what Marple claimed about a certain IG Mexican story, just to counter a very clear appearance in Monaghan, on a very sad occasion.

But not aligned with that troll's own agenda.

[httpvomitello]

Okay how about, a George x F!reader where we're dating Fred to make George jealous 🤭

Hello hellooo, i hope you like it! ♡♡

Playing With Fire .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: You had been hopelessly in love with George Weasley for years, but he never seemed to notice. And when you finally got tired of waiting, Fred—your equally mischievous best friend—came up with a plan: fake dating.

george weasley x f!reader

You had made a lot of bad decisions in your life.

But agreeing to fake date Fred Weasley?

That was possibly the worst.

"You’re absolutely insane," you muttered, standing beside him at the Gryffindor table.

Fred only grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders dramatically. "Love, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me."

Across the table, George was watching with an unreadable expression.

"Alright," Fred announced loudly, clearly putting on a show. "How about a kiss for your dear boyfriend, hmm?"

Your face turned scarlet. "Fred—"

But before you could protest, he planted a quick kiss on your forehead.

You groaned, shoving him. "I hate you."

Fred just smirked. "No, you love me. That’s the problem."

George suddenly stood up.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked, frowning.

"Library," George muttered. "Too much nonsense here."

And then, without another word, he stormed off.

You stared after him, heart hammering.

Fred, meanwhile, was beaming. "Well, that was interesting."

The next week was a nightmare.

Fred was having the time of his life, playing the role of overdramatic fake boyfriend.

George?

George was losing his mind.

It started with glares.

Then, passive-aggressive remarks.

And finally, full-blown jealousy-fueled chaos.

The worst moment happened in Potions.

Snape had just paired you with Fred—again—when George slammed his textbook onto the desk next to you.

"Partner switch," he declared.

Snape raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "No."

George gritted his teeth. "Why not?"

Snape looked bored. "Because I don’t take requests from lovesick schoolboys."

The class erupted in whispers.

Your soul left your body.

George turned bright red. "I am not—"

Snape gave him a look. "Do you wish to continue embarrassing yourself, or shall I continue my lesson?"

George shut up immediately.

"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape said.

You, on the other hand, were fighting for your life trying not to laugh.

Fred, of course, was enjoying every second of it.

"You know, mate," he whispered to George, leaning closer. "If you like her so much, you could just ask her out instead of glaring at me like you want me dead."

George went rigid.

You nearly dropped your cauldron.

Fred winked at you before turning back to his work, humming cheerfully.

It all exploded at the next Gryffindor party.

The common room was packed, music blasting, laughter filling the air.

You were standing near the fireplace, talking to Fred, when George marched up to you.

"Enough," he muttered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you aside.

Your eyes widened. "George?"

He stopped in a quieter corner, running a hand through his hair, looking completely wrecked.

"What is this?" he demanded.

You swallowed. "What is what?"

He let out a frustrated sigh. "You and Fred. This—" He motioned between you. "Are you actually dating?"

You hesitated. "Would it matter if we were?"

His jaw clenched. "Yes."

Your heart pounded. "Why?"

George exhaled sharply, looking everywhere but you.

And then, in a voice so quiet you barely heard it—

"Because it’s supposed to be me."

The world tilted.

You stared at him, completely stunned.

"What?"

He swallowed hard. "It was always supposed to be me."

Your breath caught.

"George—"

But before you could finish, he kissed you.

It was desperate, needy—like he had been holding it in for years.

And the moment you kissed him back, everything clicked into place.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing heavy.

"Please tell me I didn’t just ruin everything," he whispered.

You let out a soft laugh. "You’re an idiot, Weasley."

And then, you kissed him again.

From across the room, Fred watched with a victorious grin.

"Fucking finally!"

[m1lkteaboi]

Flambae would be my romance choice if I could choose him. Just love playing with fire...

If you want to see the full picture go to my bluesky.

[playing-with-fire-5]

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Anicée Alvina in Le Jeu avec le feu (1975)

[mabellonghetti]

Christine Boisson in Playing with Fire / Le Jeu avec le feu (dir. Alain Robbe-Grillet - 1975).