#blake richardson fluff

[triptuckers]

Out of love (Blake Richardson)

Request: Yes: could you write sth in which blake is really cuddly and soft and maybe there’s some angst as well..? thanks x Pairing: Blake Richardson x reader Summary: Blake spends a lot of time with one of his friends. Normally, you wouldn’t mind. But this friend happens to be a girl and she happens to be very close to Blake. Maybe a bit too close. Warnings: It’s a bit angsty in the beginning, fluff at the end!! Also a few swear words here and there but nothing too much. Word count: 1.8K A/N: Since all know Blake has a lovely girlfriend, Bailee, I want you to know that this is not because I don’t like Bailee!! I respect their privacy, and it’s their decision. This is fiction. To the lovely anon who requested this, I hope you like it. It’s about 1:30 am here and I have so many things to do tomorrow someone tell me why I didn’t go to sleep earlier. Enjoy reading!! 

 Another text from Blake. Another text saying he would be home late. He would be “hanging out with a friend” as always. You knew what friend he would be hanging out with. The one he always hangs out with. Bailee. Ever since the two of them met, they are inseparable. At first you didn’t mind. Blake could have female friends. You could have male friends. Hell you and George and Reece would hang out all the time if you joined the boys on tour. But there was something about Blake and Bailee that didn’t feel right. They were always sitting close to each other. Their shoulders were always touching. They were always hanging out. There used to be a time in which Blake would hang out with you all the time. Not with Bailee. Now you just get those texts. You drag yourself off the couch and head into the kitchen. 

Another night you would probably spend alone. You open the fridge and get yourself a drink. Sitting down on the counter, you get out your phone and unlock it. The text from Blake pops up. You sigh and turn your phone off. As you head back to the couch, you let yourself fall down on it. Normally, your nights would be spend watching Netflix with Blake, or just cuddling with him. It looks like the second one isn’t an option so you get out the TV remote and start up Netflix. You mindlessly scroll through the shows and movies, landing on a show you are actually supposed to watch with Blake. But he never has the time. He’s always on tour. Or hanging out with “friends”. You can’t help but to feel a bit jealous and sad as you put on the show. You would do anything to hang out with Blake like you used to. It’s not that you didn’t like Bailee. She’s really nice and a good friend, but you couldn’t help but wonder if Blake and Bailee were just friends.

Someone knocks on your door and draws your attention away from the TV. While watching, you had completely lost track of time. The person knocking on your door couldn’t be Blake. Since you are living together, he has a key to the apartment so he could just walk in. The person knocks again. You sigh and pause the show. You walk over to the door and open it, revealing Reece and George. You smile tiredly.

‘Hi boys.’ you say as you step aside to let them in. You walk back to the couch and sit down. The two of them sit down as well and you notice the worried looks on their faces. ‘Everything alright?’ you ask. ‘Why’d you come here?’ ‘Well, we tried calling you but you weren’t answering. And we tried calling Blake but he wasn’t answering as well. We just wanted to hang out. George got bored.’ explains Reece. ‘A bit, yeah.’ admits George. ‘So that’s why we figured we’d drop by.’ You smile. At least they cared about how you were doing. ‘That’s sweet.’ you say. ‘To be honest, I was bored as well. I’m glad you guys came by.’

Meanwhile Reece is looking around the room, clearly searching for something. You look at him with slightly raised eyebrows, to ask him what’s wrong. ‘Where’s Blake?’ he asks. You inhale deeply and shrug. ‘Hanging out with a friend.’ you answer. You can’t help but sound sarcastic as the words leave your mouth. George frowns as he looks at you. ‘What’s with the sarcasm Y/N?’ he asks and you sigh. ‘Blake’s been hanging out with friends a lot. And I know that means he’s with Bailee. And I just, I know it sounds silly, but it makes me feel alone. And a bit jealous, if I’m honest. He’s always spending time with her and not with me. I go to bed when he’s not home and when I wake up he has to go to the studio, or some interview, or god knows what. I barely get to see him.’ you tell Reece and George. You know you can tell them anything. You’re kind of glad they brought it up. Now you can finally talk to someone about it.

‘Have you talked to him about it?’ asks Reece. You shake your head. ‘Have you talked to Bailee?’ asks Reece. You shake your head again. ‘What am I supposed to say to him, Reece? Hey Blake, why are you always hanging out with Bailee instead of me? Have you fallen out of love with me? That’s not going to work anyway.’ you say. ‘He’s always away, remember?’ you add sadly.

‘You think I have fallen out of love with you?’ says a voice behind you. You turn your head and see Blake standing by the door. You didn’t hear him come in. The sight of him breaks your heart. He has the saddest look on his face as he’s standing there. He nods sadly. ‘Right. Got it.’ he says and his voice breaks. You quickly get up but Blake walks past you into your shared bedroom and he slams the door shut. You stare at the wood.

‘Fuck.’ you whisper. You raise your hand and knock on the door. ‘No.’ is all Blake says. But he sounds so sad, so broken. You feel tears in your eyes. ‘Blake?’ you say softly. ‘Honey, give me a chance to explain.’ Blake doesn’t respond. You knock on the door again. ‘Blake, please, let me talk.’ Still nothing from him. You feel the tears in your eyes and let them stream down your face. Of course he had to come home at the wrong time. How much of your conversation with Reece and George had he heard? You knock again. ‘Blake, please, just let me in. Let me explain. Please, I didn’t mean it.’ you say. The door finally swings open. Blake’s not just sad anymore. He’s angry as well now. 

‘Did you really think I fell out of love with you?’ he asks. You look up at him and quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks. ‘No, of course not, I-‘ you begin to explain yourself but Blake interrupts you. ‘I heard you say it. Seconds ago. And now you’re fucking denying it, Y/N?’ he says. ‘Blake I-‘ you try to explain yourself but he interrupts you again. ‘Save your excuses! I’ve had enough Y/N! You know you are my one and only and as far as I’m concerned, that hasn’t changed. But maybe it will.’ says Blake. He’s standing close now, looking down at you, clearly more angry than sad. 

‘Give me a chance to fucking explain myself!’ you yell frustrated. Blake crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows at you. ‘I’m listening.’ he says. You realize this might be your only chance so you begin explaining it all as fast as you can. ‘I didn’t mean to, Blake, really. I’m just a bit jealous and I guess I’m a bit sad that you’re always away hanging out with Bailee instead of me. I spend night after night by myself instead of with you by my side. And it hurts to see the man I love spending his time with another girl. And I am totally okay with you spending time with your friends. And I’m okay with you having female friends. I just wish you would be home more often. Because when you’re on tour, I spend enough nights alone. I don’t want to spend nights alone when you’re home.’ you explain. ‘Just don’t forget about me.’ you say softly. A tiny smile appears on Blake’s face.

‘Is that a smile?’ you say as you look at him. ‘Aren’t you still mad?’ ‘I could never forget about you, love.’ says Blake softly and he raises a hand to wipe away your last tears. You smile and lean into his touch. ‘I’m sorry. I overreacted.’ says Blake. ‘I’m sorry I got mad and yelled at you before you could even begin to explain yourself. I will spend more time with you, I promise.’ ‘Thank you.’ you say. Blake leans in and kisses your forehead before pulling you in a hug. You hum approvingly as he holds you extra tight. You close your eyes as you hold on to Blake.

‘Thank god that went well, I wouldn’t have survived your breakup.’ says George’s voice out of nowhere. You pull your face out of Blake’s chest and look at your two best friends sitting on your couch. You totally forgot they were there. ‘You wouldn’t have survived if we broke up?’ questions Blake and he chuckles slightly. George shakes his head. ‘You guys are my favorite couple. I am your biggest supporter, remember?’ says George and he laughs. 

‘I thought their biggest supporter was Blake’s mum.’ jokes Reece and he laughs as well. You shake your head as you smile. ‘Well, whoever our biggest supporter is, he or she can stick around for a while because no one’s breaking up with anyone any time soon.’ you say and you stand on your toes to kiss Blake. George and Reece pretend to throw up. ‘What happened to our biggest supporter?’ you say laughing as you and Blake walk to the couch. The four of you laugh as you get settled on the couch. ‘Love, do we still have those pizza’s?’ says Blake. ‘I believe we do.’ you say. ‘In the fridge.’ ‘Good. Because I am starving.’ says Blake and he tries to get up but you pull him down.

‘You are not going anywhere, Richardson. I think Reece and G would love to get us all some pizza.’ you say and Reece and George pretend to be mad but nevertheless they go to the kitchen to get the food. You cuddle closer to Blake and rest your head on his chest. ‘I’m sorry I got so mad at you, babe. I should have just talked to you.’ you say. Blake kisses the tip of your nose. ‘It’s all good, darling. I’ll be home more often. I love you. And I hope you know that.’ says Blake. You smile. ‘I love you too, Blake.’ you say and you turn your face to kiss him. You close your eyes as Blake holds you close. Just as he deepens the kiss, someone interrupts you.

‘So are you guys still interested in pizza or are you just interested in each other?’ says Reece’s voice. You blush and hide your face in Blake’s neck. Blake laughs and kisses your nose again. You smile and press a kiss to his neck. Blake was right. He wouldn’t just forget about you. Let alone fall out of love. You had spent months away from each other when he was on tour, or when you were busy with work or school. It had to take a lot more than that to break you up.

 A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

[newhopegeorgie]

called it I b.r

(numero dos is about everyones fav lol. this went in a completely different direction than i thought it would but i think its.. fun haha. hope you all enjoy it, leave any feedback or requests if you’d like! xx)

For as long as you could remember you and Blake had not gotten along. You never really knew why, or what exactly caused the rift between you two. It was like oil and water, you just didn’t mix. And while avoiding each other seemed the only viable solution, it was quite difficult considering the circumstances.

You were George’s cousin, and since both of you were only children, you grew up being as close as siblings. The two of you were inseparable. George was your best friend and you were his. So when George formed the band with Reece and Blake, finally getting to chase his dreams, you were ecstatic for him. When you met the boys you were sure you’d click with both of them no problem, and with Reece you were right. The two of you were close as could be. But for some reason, you and Blake could not seem to get along no matter how hard you tried.

George and Reece always tried to diffuse the tension between you, try to help you get along with each other but it never worked out. It was frustrating to say the least. And what irked you the most is that you truly wanted to get along with Blake. You were tired of constantly bickering with him and god knows so were George and Reece. But whenever the two of you interacted there was always something that set one of you off, leading you yet another argument.

By this point, everyone had essentially given up on trying to get the two of you to like one another. For the most part, you just avoided him the best you could, and he did the same to you. Easy enough, right?

One day you were at George’s house, hanging out together. Considering you lived just down the road you were hardly ever not here. It was a Friday and Reece and Blake were meant to come over to stay at George’s house for the weekend. You were actually really excited. Excited to see Reece at least, as it’d been a while since you’d spent time with him. They were supposed to arrive in the next few minutes so you and George passed the time by showing each other funny posts on Instagram. Soon enough you heard a knock on the door and you jumped up from your seat.

“I’ll get it!” you told George. You raced to the door and pulled it open to be met with Reece, Blake standing behind him. “Reece!” you exclaimed. “I haven’t seen you in ages,” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug and telling you how he’d missed you. Suddenly you heard someone clear their throat rather obnoxiously and you broke away from Reece to see an annoyed Blake.

“Hi there, I’d actually like to get inside if you don’t mind,” he told you. He shot you a sarcastic smile and you rolled your eyes in return, moving aside so he could get by you. Not before he nudged your shoulder on his way inside. You scoffed, ready to tell him off before Reece stopped you.

“Already arguing I see. We’ve been here for a whole 2 minutes Y/N” he sighed.

“I know, I’m sorry. He was being rude though!” you said defensively.

“I know I saw. But can we please just have one nice weekend together.” Reece shot you his best puppy dog eyes, pleading with you. You sighed exasperatedly at him, telling him you’d try your best. He smiled appreciatively at you, finally making his way into the house with you trailing behind.

When you walked into the front room you heard Blake grumbling, probably complaining about you to George. G gave you a pointed look, telling you to just let it go and not start an argument. You put your hands up in defense and kept your mouth shut, going to sit down on the couch with George. The two other boys also made themselves comfortable in the room and dove straight into a long conversation. Mostly just a bit of catching up, talking about music, future tours, etc. You stayed mostly quiet throughout the whole thing, not wanting to interrupt them.

The boys had ended up talking for quite a bit of time. You occasionally chimed in but for the most part, just listened or went on your phone when you lost interest. The sun was starting to go down and you were getting really hungry. The boys’ had gone quiet for a bit so you decided to speak up.

“Well I am absolutely starving,” you said out of the blue. Reece and George chuckled a bit at you while Blake just rolled his eyes slightly. He grumbled under his breath but you couldn’t make out what exactly he said, deciding to not dwell on it you let it go. Reece and George did the same, not acknowledging his remark.

“We can go grab some food and bring it back here?” George suggested and you quickly agreed.

“Sounds good! I’ll go grab my shoes.” Before you could go George stopped you.

“No, you stay here. Reece and I’ll go, we’ll be back soon.” George very quickly pulled on his shoes, ushering Reece to the door before you and Blake could protest too much. You followed him to the door, thinking he was crazy for leaving you two alone together. “Y/N it’ll be fine. Who knows maybe you guys will work things out.” You looked at him incredulously and he spoke again, “Just don’t kill each other, yeah?” Without another word he shut the door behind him, leaving you alone and with Blake. You walked back into the front room, finding Blake already there. You silently took a seat as talking to him would probably just spark a fight.

“Could you be quieter please?” Blake asked after about a minute. You looked up at him utterly confused considering you hadn’t said a word.

“I literally haven’t said anything to you,” you pointed out to him.

“I know, you’re breathing really loud,” he stated. You scoffed loudly at him, taken aback by how rude he was being.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, actually I’m not.” The two of you bickered back and forth. You knew this was gonna blow up into a bigger fight but you didn’t really care at that point.

“Blake, why do you hate me? Seriously, what did I do to you?” You said, raising your voice at him.

“Because you hate me!” he said back, his voice getting louder as well. “You pick fights with me over everything!” You stood from your seat, only getting angrier.

“I’m not the one who picks fights! You get annoyed over every little thing and a person can only take so much!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t get annoyed if you weren’t annoying all the time!” Suddenly Blake was also standing. He towered over you and you tried to hide the fact that you were a bit intimidated by his stature.

“Oh so it’s my fault that you can’t control your anger?” you asked him.

“Yes it's your fault, you’re absolutely infuriating.” His hands ran through his hair quickly as it started to fall in his face.

You suddenly became hyper-aware of his movements. His hands were thrown around as he spoke. His face was flushed red in frustration and you noticed him angrily chewing on his bottom lip. You couldn’t help but find it kind of hot. Admittedly you always thought Blake was attractive, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t. And angry Blake was almost hotter. Of course, you and Blake argued constantly but you’d never had a full-fledged fight like you were currently. Blake noticed your brief moment of silence and raised his eyebrows at you expectantly.

“What? Have you run out of things to bitch about?”

“My god, can you just shut up? Why do you have to be so hot when you’re angry” you muttered the last part under your breath, turning around and huffing in exasperation.

“What was that?” he asked. You could still hear a tinge of annoyance in his tone, but most of his anger had been replaced by what sounded like shock. When you didn’t answer him he spoke again. “Did you just say I’m hot when I’m angry?” Your eyes widened as that was definitely not for him to hear.

“What? No, of course not,” you scoffed, trying to play it cool, turning back to face him. His arms were crossed over his chest, a smug look on his face which irritated you even more.

“You definitely just said I’m hot when I’m angry,” he spoke, a smirk on his face. Your face flushed red, this time in embarrassment rather than anger. His demeanor was unnervingly calm as he shrugged slowly at you. “That's alright, I was thinking the same thing about you.” He stepped closer to you and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“No,” you said suddenly.

“No?” Now Blake was the one who was confused.

“No. You can’t just flirt with me and expect me to forget about you being a dick 2 seconds ago!” Your anger flooded your brain again.

“Hey, you were the one who said I was hot first,” Blake spoke defensively.

“And I stand by that, what's your point?” You now stepped closer to him, the distance between you quickly disappearing. Your earlier shyness had faded and you stared at him, a challenging look on your features. Blake seemed taken aback by your actions.

“My point is that you said it, yet you’re not going to do anything about it.” You both egged each other on. You knew something was bound to happen, it was just a matter of who initiated it.

“And who said I wasn’t?”

“Well if you were planning on it, be my guest.” He said to you. His arms stretched out, giving you permission to make your move. His cockiness bothered you, you almost didn’t want to ‘make a move’ just out of spite. But then you looked him over. His hair was messy from running his fingers through it. His cheeks, while slowly fading, were still flushed. His lips were puffy from having been biting them so much, making them even more enticing than usual.

“You’re such a dick,” you said finally. Your hands grabbed the collar of his sweater, pulling him down to catch his lips in a searing kiss. He hummed against your mouth, catching up with your quick actions. He slipped his hands under the back of your shirt, his fingers splayed across your bare back to pull you closer to him. You moved your hands from his collar to his hair, effectively messing it up even more than it already was.

Blake moved backward towards the couch, your lips separating for him to sit down, pulling you on top of him. It didn’t take long to for you to reconnect, not wanting the kiss to end just yet. After what felt like mere seconds (it was definitely longer than that) Blake pulled away from you. He leaned his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath, neither of you saying anything.

“When I said that maybe this would help you two work out your differences, this is not what I meant.” George’s voice broke the silence in the room. You quickly climbed off of Blake, moving to the other side of the couch.

“Sorry mate…” Blake apologized, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. George shrugged, not seeming upset which perplexed both you and Blake. He set the food on the table, reaching into his pocket, he pulled a few pounds from his wallet and handed them to a smug Reece. Your eyes widened at him as you realized what was going on.

“I called it,” Reece said, shrugging.

[imaginesxthevamps]

Could you do something similar to the confessing one with George but with Reece? Thank you!

Confessing | Reece

“You fucking used me?”, you scream to your boyfriend.

“I did, do you really think I’m up for a relationship, if you thought this was more than sex you’re just stupid”, he says with a laugh.

“You treated me like a slut and that’s not what I am!”, you scream back.

“Oh you were, I heard you begging for me”, he laughs.

“It’s enough, I’m done with you, you can look for another girl you can use and play with her feelings”, you say and storm out of his house.

You’re angry and sad. Tears ar streaming down your face when you walk to your car. You feel used and dirty. He used your body for only his pleasure. You thought he was in love with you but he wasn’t. Reece, your best friend, had warned you but you didn’t want to listen. You thought he was jealous that he hasn’t a girlfriend but he was right. He is always right but you were so blind.

You can’t leave in the state you’re in now so you decide to call Reece. Luckily he answers the call immediately.

“Hey y/n, what’s up?”

“Reece”, you cry.

“What’s going on, why are you crying?”, he asks with concern.

“It’s y/bf/n, we broke up, I broke up with him”

“Why?”

“He used me Reece, you were right, I’m so sorry”, you say.

“It,s okay y/n, where are you?”

“In my car which is standing next to his house. Can I come over?”

“Sure, be safe”, Reece says and you end the call.

You start driving to Reece’s house. It’s a 20 minute ride but it seems like it is hours now. It’s dark and it’s slightly raining. You see some lightning far from here.

Reece immediately let you in when you arrive at his house. He hugs you tightly like he normally does but this time a little bit harder.

“Sit on the couch, do you want some tea?”, he asks and you nod.

While Reece is making tea you can finally order in your head what just happend. You can finally clear your head a bit and calm down.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, Reece asks while giving your tea and sitting next to you.

“I just can’t believe he used me. I thought he was in love with me but he just said I was stupid for thinking that. He said I was a slut and now I feel so you used, so dirty”, you say standing up and walking to the window.

“He is a freaking asshole! He always treated me like shit and I never saw that! How could I be so stupid to believe him, to believe we were in love?! I hate him and I never want to see him ever again!”, you say in anger while watching the lightening outside. It’s like the weather reflects your mood and your feelings.

Reece stands up and walks to you. He hugs you from behind.

“Everything will be okay you’re not stupid and you’re not a slut. You’re the most amazing person on this earth and if he didn’t want to see that well then he is the most stupid and ugly person on this earth”, Reece says and he slightly kisses your neck.

“Why did you do that?”, you ask while turning around.

“What?”, Reece asks.

“Kissing my neck”

“Maybe I was a little bit too much in the moment”, he says.

“Reece?”

“Fine, I kinda have feelings for you since the past few years. You never saw it and I thought you just didn’t felt that way about me. It was hard for me when you got together with that asshole. He doesn’t deserve you. He treated you like shit, used you but I would never do that. I would treat you like a princess because you’re so important for me”, Reece confesses to you.

You don’t say anything, you just connect your lips with Reece’s in a passionate kiss. He is surprised by your actions.

“Do you feel the same?”, Reece asks.

“I don’t know, I just realised you’re the right person and I definitely feel something for you that’s already there since the last few months but I just have to figure it out”, you confess to Reece.

“That’s all okay y/n, I’ll always wait on you”, Reece says with a smile.

You give him a big, thight hug. You’re so happy you have him in your life.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it :)) Here is the George one for people who want to read it: Confessing | George

Requests are open

[pearsonstickseason]

Handwrittenmendess’ Writing Challenge

So, in honor of my one year anniversary on tumblr I’m gonna be doing a writing challenge! The rules are below if you want to participate!

WHO YOU CAN WRITE FOR:

Shawn Mendes

New Hope Club

Chris Evans (or Steve Rogers)

Sebastian Stan (or Bucky Barnes)

Tom Holland (or Peter Parker)

WHAT YOU CAN WRITE:

smut is allowed

fluff is allowed

angst is allowed

it can be up to two parts as long as you specify in a lil note at the top because I want to be able to read everything that is written and if you guys write to many parts it’ll be a lil hard

if you write more than one part please try to have the second part up by the deadline as well

GENERAL RULES:

please make sure your writing is a reasonable length

Up to 2 people can use a prompt, after two people have asked to use it, I would put a strikethrough on it

If a prompt has a strikethrough, don’t ask to use it because it has been taken

tag me in your writing and use the #handwrittenmendessoneyearWC

Deadline is July 31st

Send me an ask with the prompt you want and who you will be writing for!

BELOW ARE THE PROMPTS:

1. “You want me to pretend to be in a relationship with you?” (1/2) @shawnmendesstorycollection w/Shawn Mendes

2. “I need you to pretend to be engaged to me.” (1/2) @rainbow-marvel w/tom holland

3. “I fell in love with you.” (0/2)

4. “Let’s get a dog/cat.” (0/2)

5. “I don’t want you around me right now.” (0/2)

6. “Why are you always horny? I have things I have to do too.” (1/2) @shawnsassymendes w/ shawn mendes

7. “I am not going to throw everything away for someone I’m not even sure loves me!” (0/2)

8. “Could you not stand so close to me?” (0/2)

9. “You don’t deserve this.” (1/2) @justanothershawngirl w/ shawn mendes

10. “But it’s storming.” (0/2)

11. “Please just go to bed.” (0/2)

12. “That doesn’t work on me.” (0/2)

13. “I’m not your babysitter, do it yourself.” (0/2)

14. “You are impossible to love.” (0/2)

15. “Dance with me?” (1/2) @everimaginethat w/blake richardson

16. “That’s the stupidest idea I have ever heard.” (0/2)

17. “Please put your penis away.” (0/2)

18. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but, you were right.” (1/2) @shawnsassymendes w/shawn mendes

19. “That’s a lie and you know it.” (1/2) @fawn-mendes w/shawn mendes

20. “I don’t want to live without you.” (0/2)

21. “Just for one night.” (0/2)

22. “I’m not in the mood for a fight.” (0/2)

23. “Sorry can’t fix this.” (0/2)

24. “You’re my best friend.” (0/2)

25. “Look what you’ve done.” (0/2)

26. “Are you gonna help me clean up?” (0/2)

27. “Are you still mad at me?” (0/2)

28. “Baby, I’m sorry.” (0/2)

29. “Not now. Not ever.” (0/2)

30. “Can I go with you?” (0/2)

31. “I’ve got you now.” (1/2) @sowhatshawn w/Shawn Mendes

32. “What happened to us.” (0/2)

33. “You have really soft skin.” (0/2)

34. “Sorry I got lost in your eyes.” (1/2) @shawnsassymendes w/ shawn mendes

35. “I’m tired of this.” (0/2)

36. “This is my future too!” (1/2) @everimaginethat w/sebastian stan

37. “I love you. I’m in love with you.” (0/2)

38. “I can’t be just friends.” (0/2)

39. “I’m all yours.” (0/2)

40. “I can’t let you go. Not again.” (0/2)

41. “I’m leaving.” (0/2)

42. “You know nothing about me. And care even less.” (0/2)

43. “That pain will never go away.” (0/2)

44. “What the hell was that!?” (0/2)

45. “What is your problem?” (0/2)

46. “Get away from me.” (0/2)

47. “Can you hold me?” (0/2)

48. “I’m tired of running.” (0/2)

49. “Uh, no. I don’t do that.” (0/2)

50. “Will you sing to me, baby? I love how your voice sounds.” (1/2) @shawnsassymendes w/shawn mendes

Have fun and you can message me if you have any questions!

[ao3feed-larry]

Twins

by KK1311j

Harry and his mom are having a family movie night when there is a sudden knock on the door to reveal a boy Harry has never seen before. Apparently it was his brother, Harry never even knew he had a brother. His mom however did, considering she gave birth to him, but she never told him. 2012/13 Harry and Louis

Words: 2244, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Walls - Louis Tomlinson (Album), Fine Line - Harry Styles (Album)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Anne Cox, Blake Richardson, Mark Tomlinson, Jay Tomlinson, Geoff Payne, Karen Payne, Original Tomlinson Child(ren)

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Original Female Character(s), Harry Styles/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Larry Stylinson Is Real, Twins, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Gay, Gay Male Character, Gay Panic, Alternate Universe - High School, POV First Person, Secret Relationship, Domestic, Domestic Boyfriends, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs

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[everimaginethat]

Dance with me?

Hey guys,

In celebration of @handwrittenmendess one year anniversary I joined her writing challenge. I hope you guys like it and it isn't that cringy. Please remember that english isn't my first language.                          Let me know what you think :)

Fandom: New Hope Club

Pairing: Blake Richardson x reader

Prompt: „Dance with me?“

Words: 2036

Warnings: none except for a hella lot of fluff

Y/N – your name

Y/N/N – your nickname

y/e/c – your eye colour

your thoughts

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When your best friend Blake told you that one on his cousins was going to get married and he wanted you to go with him you were quite shocked to say the least. Sure you were excited but you have never been on a wedding before and even that with your best friend since eight grade. You found it nice that he had asked you. But the thing is, you had a huge crush on him for ages and didn't want him to know because you thought it would ruin your friendship. What if he found out and wouldn't feel the same? It all would have been ruined. You only had to look at him with his beautiful dark hair and these mysterious brown eyes of his and of course that smile that would melt your heart and you would think: WOW! What a gorgeous young man. Don't let's begin with his character but boy, he had a deep soul.

The aspect of you being on a wedding party with him circulated inside your head. You laying in his protectiv arms and slowly swaying to the music. A band quitely playing in the background. You wearing a beautiful long dress that fit your figure perfectly. But than it came to your mind.                Was a wedding really like you imagined it to be? What do you have to wear on a wedding? What about a present? What if his relatives wouldn't like you?           All these thoughts ran through your head as you told him your answer.          „Sure, I'd love to“                              Your mouth was faster than your brain. „Thank you, Y/N/N. I owe you one“ Blake smiled and kissed you on your cheek before he went after his bandmates George and Reece.

Now you're standing in your room trying to move the zipper up your burgundy knee lenght bodycon dress but you couldn't reach it fully.                             „Mom?“ you called and tried for the zipper on your back again but you didn't get an answer. Two days ago you were on a shopping spree with your mother. You tried many different dresses before you found the perfect one for you. Fitting for the dress you had brought high heels in the same colour but due to you only wearing high heels on rare ocassions you couldn't walk on them properly. You only hoped you wouldn't look like Gollum from the Lord of the Rings when walking.              Moments later you looked up as you felt a pair of hands on your back and smiled, a red shadow forming on your soft cheeks. You had a body lenght mirror in your room so you could see who was standing behind you. Blake. And he looked damn fine. He was wearing a black suit with a burgundy tie. His dark hair was nicely slicked back but unruly at the same time.                                        He's so handsome. Damn.                      Your thoughts were swirling around in your head. You couldn't focus on anything other than the boy behind you. You tried calming down, deep breaths escaping your lips. Nervously you looked down again.               His thoughts on the other hand circled only around you. His dark eyes traveled down your exposed back. With his hands still on the zipper he chewed on his bottom lip. Slowly his slender fingers moved the zipper close. The rings on his hands lightly touched your hot skin, cooling it down a bit. A nearly inaudible sigh could be heard behind you and you looked up again. Your y/e/c orbs meeting his brown ones with an intense stare. You turned around in a quick swirl, looking directly at his broad chest. Even with high heels you were a head smaller than him.                   „What are you doing here?“ you whispered, looking up at the boy.               „What? Aren't you excited to see me?“ he laughed, shaking his head a little. „Sure, I'm excited“ you gulped, giggling nervously.                                         „Yeah, we're finished getting ready and I thought you might need help or something. Turns out I was right“ Blake explained while he scratched the back of his head nervously. Your cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, if that even was possible and your skin tingled at the places his fingers met your back only minutes ago. You cleared your throat and stepped closer to him. With shaky hands you adjusted his tie and looked up into his eyes. The eighteen year old boy infront of you was watching your every move.                 „Maybe-Maybe we should go downstairs. I'm ready now“ you spoke after some time. Blake only nodded and led you down the stairs. Your mother was already waiting in the kitchen with her camera in her hands.                 You sighed.                                             „Mom, please. We don't have time for this“

„Oh..... come on, baby. Just one picture. You guys look fantastic“ she grinned. With that she shooed you out of the house and commanded for the both of you to pose infront on the walnut tree in your front yard. A couple photos later you sat in the car of Blake's family that turned out was waiting for you the whole time.

The wedding ceremony was beautiful. It was outside in a big garden, everything was made with loving detail. The ceremony didn't last to long, neither was it to short. The bride looked stunning in her ivory-coloured dress. You've never seen such a beautiful young woman before and you hoped you would look as gorgeous as she did on your wedding day.„They look so lovely“ you whispered to Blake.„Yeah...They really do“ he smiled, glancing beside him in your direction. You happily clapped your hands as the newly wedded couple kissed and made their way to the pavilions.

„Congrats Evan and Ella“ Blake hugged his cousin and the bride before he introduced you to them.                               „This is Y/N“ You too, hugged them.„Congratulations. You look stunning. I love your dress, Ella“ You smiled and gestured to the wedding dress.                 „Thank you, love. Your dress is beautiful too“ Ella smiled.                              „Thanks ...“ you began and you guys chatted away for a bit until it was time for the wedding speeches and Blake and you made your way to your places. You sat at a round table with his parents and sister, as well as his grandparents and his great aunt and uncle.

„Thank you all for coming and for all the congratulations. We hope you have fun. I don't want to drag this wider and wider because I know you are hungry, I for myself am starving. So the buffet is opened. Eat as much as you can“ laughed Evan, Blake's cousin.   „I'm getting food. Do you want something?“ Blake leaned over and looked at you with a questioning look. You nodded.        „Yes, could you maybe bring me something from that chicken? It looked delicious“

„Sure. I'm back in a minute“ he smiled, squeezed your hand lightly and got up from the table. „Thank you“ you called after him. Awkwardly you sat at the table, alone with a woman you didn't know. All the others have left to get something to eat. Your eyes wandered around the big pavilion. Everyone was talking and laughing. Quite music blasting through the speakers. The buffet was overrun with fancy looking people.        You cleared your throat and took a sip of your water.                                       „So, you're Blakey's girlfriend?“ his great aunt asked after some time. You nearly choked on your water. I wish I was. „No-No, we are best friends“ you answered with a sad tone in your voice that you tried to cover but you were sure she heard it.      „Too bad. You would make a cute couple“ she sighed and looked at you with a sympathic smile.                                                                      „Thank-Thank you“ you blushed.        „Oh, love. You don't need to feel embarrassed. He really likes you, you know. Just look how his eyes are always lighting up when he sees you. And every time you talk he's smilin'. It's the same with you by the way“             „Really“ sceptical you looked at her.          That couldn't be true. How was it that obvious and you hadn't noticed by now?     She nodded, her brown curly hair bouncing with every move. Before you could say something Blake was back at the table with two plates full of food.                     „One's for the lady, one for me“ he grinned and put your plate infront of you before he sat down. „Enjoy your meal“ he smiled.         „Thank you, Blake. Enjoy your meal too“ you smiled back and began to eat.

The evening went on in a rush. Funny wedding games were played. The married couple opened the dance floor with a traditional wedding dance and the bride had her daddy-daughter dance. The atmosphere was filled with laugher and good mood. After a while it wasn't that awkward anymore for you to talk to the strangers and before you knew it it was already dark outside. Some guests were already gone and some were on the move. The children that had attended the wedding were going to get sleepy, except one little girl in a green dress and blonde hair. She was standing on the shoes of your best friend and danced with him to the music of Ed Sheeran's „Barcelona“. You sat at one of the tables with a perfect view over the dance floor.                                                                       You giggled as you watched him doing silly dance moves to trie to make the little girl laugh. In one swift movemet you fished your mobile phone out of your purse. You opened your camera and filmed the scene with a grin plastered on your face. Sometime in the middle of the song the little girl got tired of dancing and Blake led her to her parents. He hugged the girl goodbye and made his way towards you. A slight smile on his lips. Quickly you shoved your phone back into your purse and looked at him smiling.       „You were cute out there“ you grinned at Blake as he sat down beside you.  „Well, thanks. I do my best“ he laughed.    The song ended and a slower one began to sound through the speakers. It was a cover of „A Million Dreams“ from The Greatest Showman and was sung by the group Anthem Lights. (If you want you can listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12EMOE3Py9o)                                                      Blake jumped out of his seat.           „Dance with me?“ Blake asked and held his hand out. You nodded and took it. His hands wandered to your hips and yours slung around his neck. You lightly swayed to the music. „Thank you for dragging me with you“ you smiled and layed your head against his chest. Blake didn't answer but it was alright with you. You enjoyed it. Dancing with your long-time crush and appreciating the feeling of his hands around you. You slowly danced to the music, blending everything out around you. Shutting out all the talking people. It was only the both of you at that moment.               Blake's hands gripped tighter around your hips. „Y/N?“ Blake quietly asked. You looked up at him.                                         „Thank you for being here with me“          You nodded and played a little with the string of his necklace at the back of his neck.  „Have I told you that you look drop-dead gorgeous“                                          „You look very handsome yourself“ you smiled.                                              Before you could register what was happening his soft lips were on yours. Out of shock you couldn't respond to the kiss in time. He broke it off and moved slightly away from you.                                     „I'm-I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have done that“ he stuttered. You smiled, grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down towards you.    „Don't be sorry. I enjoyed it“ with that your lips met again.

[theolympusrp]

OOC: +18

IC:

Nome terreno: George Winston Nome mitológico: Casper Faceclaim: Blake Richardson + cantor. Nascimento: 02/10/1930 (aparência de 21 anos) Naturalidade: Liverpool, Inglaterra.

Ser: Semideus + filho de Thanatos. Tempo de treino: 9 anos. Nível: 02 Dormitório: Orion (Ala 01) - Quarto 05

Twitter: @casper_olp Ocupação: Aluno + Servo de Melinoe

Qualidades: Aventureiro, comunicativo, despreocupado. Defeitos: Impulsivo, irresponsável, intrometido. Plots de interesse: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT, ROMANCE, GENERAL, CRACK

Biografia:

Viver no submundo gerava a limitação de só conseguir sair dali por uma intervenção divina, literalmente. Mas para George, essa limitação parecia ser mais torturante do que para qualquer um, embora ele soubesse que tinha sorte de ter sido levado para lá. As circunstâncias que o levaram a habitar o mundo inferior eram um tanto inusitadas. A mãe biológica de George havia falecido antes que ele completasse o seu primeiro ano de idade, mas partiu por uma doença silenciosa, sem sofrimentos, durante uma noite de sono. E uma morte em paz, garantia uma alma levada por Macária, a deusa da boa morte. Quando ela chegou para recolher a mulher, porém, sentiu um cheiro familiar vindo da criança que dormia ao seu lado. Não demorou a constatar que havia sangue divino correndo nas veias do pequeno bebê. Tratava-se de um semideus, mais especificamente, filho de Thanatos. Apiedando-se daquele ser indefeso que seria deixado ali sozinho, Macária tomou-o para si, disposta a criá-lo como o seu próprio filho.

Ainda em seus primeiros anos de vida, era possível perceber que George em nada se assemelhava com a mãe adotiva. Tanto em personalidade, quanto em visão sobre o mundo. Era curioso e vivia conversando com as almas que chegavam ao submundo, descobrindo cada vez mais sobre o mundo que existia acima de seu lar. A cada nova conversa, a cada novo fato conhecido, o seu desejo de largar tudo o que vivia ali embaixo aumentava exponencialmente e, por isso, começou a procurar formas para realizá-lo, uma vez que Macária vivia a lhe dizer que ele não estava preparado para isso.

Foram alguns anos para que ele conseguisse ter a primeira oportunidade de sair do Mundo Inferior. Misturou-se aos fantasmas de Melinoe, para conhecer a noite longe do submundo. E assim que isso aconteceu, ele ficou encantado com o mundo mortal e tudo que existia nele. Com toda a certeza, o local em que sempre vivia não poderia nem ser comparado com a infinidade de possibilidades que o mundo terreno poderia oferecer. Infelizmente, aquela chance foi curta demais para o semideus conhecer tudo que queria, porém longa o suficiente para seu desejo aumentar cada dia mais.

Desde então, sempre que conseguia, George se livrava das amarras do submundo e fugia dali em meio aos fantasmas para viver uma noite junto dos mortais. Existiam muitas dificuldades, mas muita diversão ali.  A maior dificuldade que encontrou, no entanto, foi quando acabou sendo notado por Melinoe. A deusa não gostou nada de saber que ele tinha sido capaz de enganar a duas divindades daquela forma, com fugas constantes em meio a seus fantasmas. Para castigá-lo, jogou uma maldição no semideus, transformando-o em um de seus fantasmas e servos, assim seria muito mais fácil para ela e os outros deuses ctônicos o controlarem e evitarem novas fugas ou possíveis problemas.

O tempo passou e o otimismo de George diminuía cada dia mais, e ficava cada vez mais acostumado a sua nova rotina como um dos verdadeiros fantasmas ao lado de Melinoe. Saía todas as noites para assustar os mortais, começando a ver graça naqueles atos e aceitar o seu destino de uma vez por todas. Era melhor tentar ver sua nova vida com bons olhos, de qualquer forma. Ao menos poderia ver o mundo dos humanos de perto. O que o semideus nunca esperava era que a sua chance de voltar ao mundo terreno estava em outra semideusa, que chegou repentinamente no submundo mais morta do que viva.

Aquela semideusa, mais conhecida como Yeonjoo, era uma das filhas de Melinoe. A deusa não pensou duas vezes antes de usar seu poder para tentar salvar a filha da morte, precisando da ajuda de todos os seus servos para cuidar dela enquanto se fortalecia. George não conseguiu evitar em se aproximar da meio-sangue, que agora vivia como um fantasma como ele. Ainda que fossem diferentes em vários aspectos, eles tinham o mesmo desejo de voltar ao mundo terreno para viverem normalmente. Assustavam mortais, exploravam lugares e descobriam o mundo juntos enquanto criavam um laço de amizade um tanto peculiar. Porém, o semideus sabia que, no final, apenas a garota conseguiria voltar à vida comum e ele não.

Depois do longo processo para recuperá-la, Melinoe ofereceu uma opção a ele, que foi aceita quase imediatamente. O fantasma amaldiçoado poderia voltar a viver no mundo terreno, com a condição de que cuidasse de Yeonjoo para que ela não corresse mais nenhum perigo ou se envolvesse em problemas dentro do Olympus. O fantasma não poderia ter uma oportunidade melhor do que aquela, mesmo que não acabasse livre por completo de sua maldição. Definitivamente, saber que poderia ter pelo menos uma parte da sua individualidade era suficiente para renovar todas as suas esperanças.

Habilidades:

1. Maldição de Melinoe: Quando Casper foi para o Olympus, a deusa Melinoe decidiu que uma parcela de sua maldição ainda fosse ativa para que ele não esquecesse de sua principal missão ali. Por isso, o semideus está sempre alternando sua forma entre a de um fantasma e a sua natural, não tendo nenhum controle sobre tal habilidade — tanto em como mudar de forma ou quanto tempo dura. Na forma de fantasma, é capaz apenas de segurar objetos e fazer outras atividades simples, além de sua intangibilidade para atravessar objetos sólidos. Nessa forma pode também ser manipulado por pessoas de nível maior que possuam poderes sobre almas.

2. Distorção Memorial: Pode distorcer a memória de uma pessoa, fazendo os pensamentos e memórias se tornarem coisas sombrias, depressivas, mortas. Exige que o semideus se concentre antes de utilizar a habilidade e, se o alvo for de nível superior ou tiver resistência mental, não haverá distorção. A habilidade só pode ser utilizada quando Casper está em sua forma humana.

3. Invisibilidade: Casper possui a capacidade de se tornar completamente invisível e inaudível para as pessoas, mas apenas em sua forma fantasmagórica. Utilizando-se dessa habilidade, no entanto, ainda pode ser visto e ouvido por semideuses e criaturas capazes de se comunicar com almas.

4. Umbracinese: O filho de Thanatos pode cobrir uma área de 45 metros quadrados com sombras e prender todos que estiverem nelas por cerca de dez minutos. Também poderá usar as sombras para os mais diversos fins, podendo gerar construtos, armas, etc. Demanda muita energia e só pode ser utilizada com uma finalidade de cada vez, quando Casper está em sua forma humana.

5. Teletransporte: Em sua forma fantasmagórica, Casper é capaz de se teletransportar distâncias curtas, de um lado a outro de uma sala ou a poucos quarteirões de distância. Só pode teletransportar a si mesmo e uma quantidade de massa muito limitada, como o que está vestindo e objetos pequenos. Se utilizada em excesso em um curto período de tempo a habilidade pode deixar de funcionar por horas ou até dias.

6. Duplicação: Agora, possui a capacidade de criar duplicatas feitas de ectoplasma, moldando-as com as suas características físicas. Pode criar, no máximo, três duplicatas, sendo essa uma das únicas habilidades que funciona nas duas formas de Casper. Caso as duplicatas sejam atacadas, elas automaticamente se desfazem. A habilidade necessita de muita energia e concentração.

7. Algor Mortis: Ao usar essa habilidade, o corpo do alvo esfriará (devido a uma diminuição imaginária da circulação sanguínea) fazendo seus movimentos e pensamentos serem mais lentos. Pode ser utilizada em um alvo por vez, com o efeito durando por cerca de trinta minutos.

8. Rajada psiônica: É a capacidade, em sua forma humana, e projetar rajadas de força psiônica que afetem a mente da vítima sem efeitos físicos, causando uma tortura mental ou perda de memória recente. São lançadas pelas mãos e exige concentração, além de gastar muita energia. Se Casper exceder os limites com a habilidade, pode até mesmo desmaiar.

9. Absorção de força vital: Casper, em sua forma humana, pode absorver força vital ao removê-la de outro ser e usá-la para curar-se ou amplificar suas próprias habilidades. Necessita que ele toque o alvo para isso e, caso ele seja atacado ou o toque se desfaça, o processo da habilidade é automaticamente interrompido.

10. Possessão: Casper agora é capaz de invadir o corpo de um alvo e tomar posse do mesmo, quando em sua forma etérea. No entanto, como as transformações são involuntárias, caso ele volte à forma humana, ele é automaticamente expulso do outro corpo. Além disso, se o corpo hospedeiro morrer, Casper também é morto.

[ao3feed-ateez]

by Chikuty

“You're probably feeling like you're getting to know me pretty well by now" Hoseok starts, delicately placing your hand against the tree.

"getting a feeling for who I am" He smiles dragging your hand across the bark, eyes still locked onto yours.

"but you don't really know me.”

You look into those usually cheery eyes to find for a moment they appear empty as though no one lives behind them.

"I'll tell you things about me some day y/n, things no one else knows, to show you no one is perfect, to show you that I made mistakes too."

The Celestians do their best to help others, to love, to go the extra mile to do what's right even when there's nothing in it for themselves. But they still feel pain, feel fear.

And loneliness is torture.

  Dragon quest inspired AU

Words: 532, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, NCT (Band), (여자)아이들 | (G)I-DLE, ATEEZ (Band), EXO (Band), CLC (Band), Red Velvet (K-pop Band), GOT7, SEVENTEEN (Band), New Hope Club (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Park Jimin (BTS)'s Parents, Kim Namjoon | RM, Rapmon (BTS), Kim Taehyung, Kim Seokjin, OT7 - Character, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook, Kang Seulgi, Kang Yeosang, Nicha Yontararak, chittaphon leechaiyapornkul, Chonnasorn Sajakul, Byun Baekhyun, Kim Yugyeom, Blake Richardson, Chwe Hansol | Vernon, Hong Jisoo | Joshua

Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Reader

Additional Tags: Angel!Hoseok, scientist!Namjoon, Angel!Y/N, Angel!Marklee, Innkeeper!Jin, Angel!Yeosang, Fallen Angel Kim Taehyung | V, Innkeeper!seulgi, Fluff and Angst, Hallucinations, Major Character Injury, Emotional Manipulation, Protective Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Bad at Feelings, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Whipped

[triptuckers]

Mirror - Blake Richardson

Request: Yes: Can you write an image where the reader is really struggling with her weight even though she isn’t fat, and basically she had been avoiding Blake and then one night she’s crying when Blake was out and he comes home and comforts her x Pairing: Blake Richardson x reader  Summary: It’s all in the request!! Warnings: Poor self-image, and like one swearword Word count: 1K A/N: I’m so sorry for being inactive but I’ve just finished the first week of school and it’s been busy and a bit chaotic. I haven’t found the time to write and this weekend is going to be busy as well. I wanted to write you something so it’s a bit messy and short, but it’s all I can give you for now. Please remember that you are all beautiful the way you are!! You do you :) Thank you for requesting this, and as always enjoy reading!!

It’s been like this for a while now. The thoughts racing through your brain never seem to leave. They’re worse when you’re alone, or when you’re awake at night. Your mom had always told you that you’re perfect the way you are. That you’re beautiful, and that your body is beautiful. But at school, and everywhere else, you felt people looking at you. After a while you began telling yourself that they stared at you because you were fat. You weren’t tall and skinny like all the popular girls. And you never would be. The more you told yourself how ugly you were, the more you started to believe it. Until eventually, you couldn’t see yourself as a beautiful person. In your own mind, you’re always fat, ugly and annoying Y/N. And no matter how hard you tried, the thoughts would never leave you alone.

You had told Blake about your insecurities, and he was a total sweetheart about it. He told you he loved you, that you’re beautiful and that he understands how you feel. He knows ugly thoughts are hard to get rid of. So, he’s always been by your side no matter what, he’s always been telling you how beautiful he thinks you are and how lucky he feels to be able to call you his. But you didn’t tell him everything. You didn’t tell him about the hours you spent crying on the floor when he wasn’t home. You didn’t tell him you turned away from every mirror you saw. You didn’t tell him how you could be sick of your own body. You didn’t want to keep any secrets from Blake, but you also didn’t want him to know how you thought about yourself. He would only try to cheer you up which wouldn’t work anyway.

Sometimes those thoughts got bad. Really bad. On your worst days, you cried for hours. Unfortunately, today is one of those days. Luckily Blake isn’t home. You don’t want him to see you like this. You’re sitting on the bedroom floor, your back against the wall. Next to you is a mirror, which you don’t look at. You know you shouldn’t think about yourself this way, but the truth is you can’t help it. You got out of the shower, saw your own body and broke down. You just let the tears flow. What else can you do? Positive thinking is not an option right now. You just sit on the floor, your knees to your chest and you let yourself cry. It’s not a few hours until Blake comes home, so you have enough time to make yourself look decent before he’s here. You take deep breaths to try to calm yourself down, but new tears keep on coming and coming. You rest your forehead on your knees and close your eyes. A few minutes later, you suddenly hear the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by Blake’s voice.

‘Love, are you home?’ he says. You lift your head quickly and your eyes widen. He wouldn’t be home for several hours. And you’re hiding in the bedroom with tears streaming down your cheeks. ‘We decided to go home early, none of us had any inspiration.’ says Blake. You take a deep breath before looking into the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and red, your cheeks wet because of the tears. You get up and walk into the bathroom, splashing some water in your face. You take another deep breath. ‘I’m in here.’ you say and you try to make your voice sound as normal as possible. Blake’s footsteps approach and you feel his arms around your waist from behind.

‘How’s my beautiful girl doing?’ he asks and you close your eyes at the sound of the words. ‘I’m okay.’ you say. Blake turns you around in his arms and looks at you. ‘Are you alright, love?’ he asks. You put on a smile and nod. ‘Never better.’ you say. ‘Then why’s your face all wet?’ asks Blake and he frowns. ‘Just washed my face, that’s all.’ you say and you try to sound convincing. ‘No, love, you look like you cried. You know you can tell me everything, right? I’m not going to judge you or anything.’ says Blake and he looks at you. ‘Well, everyone else does.’ you mumble and you look away from his eyes. ‘What are you talking about?’ he asks. ‘Everyone stares at me because I’m fat.’ you say and you feel new tears in your eyes. ‘No, come on, love, we’ve been over this before. You are not fat.’ says Blake. ‘Tell that to the fucking thoughts that never leave my mind!’ you say loudly. Blake’s caught off guard for a moment. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell at you.’ you say. ‘I know you struggle with your body, and how you look, but I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you are absolutely beautiful before you’re willing to believe me.’ says Blake. You shake your head and remove his arms off your body. You leave the bathroom and head for the kitchen.

‘I’m not skinny and beautiful like all the other girls.’ you say. ‘You are perfect the way you are.’ says Blake’s voice behind you. You turn around to face him. ‘Then how are you the only one in the world who thinks that?’ you ask him. ‘I’m not the only one. Your family, your friends, they all love you for who you are. Nothing more, nothing less, just you.’ says Blake. You sigh. ‘Blake, honey, no matter how hard you try, these thoughts and feelings won’t ever disappear. It’s just like that.’ you admit. Blake nods and steps closer to you.

‘But I want to try to get some of those thoughts and feelings away. You’re right, I can’t make them all disappear, but I must be able to make some of them go away?’ he says. A tiny smile forms on your lips and you wrap your arms around him. ‘Thank you.’ you say. ‘I’ll tell you every day how beautiful you are, darling. I hope I get to see the day you believe those words.’ says Blake and he kisses your cheek.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

[newhopegeorgie]

morning confessions I g.s

(hi there! this is my first attempt at writing so please be gentle with me haha. also this is sickeningly cheesey, just the way i like my fluff so heres your warning. please don’t hesitate to give feedback or send me requests if you’d like to! <3)

You had been begging your best friends to let you travel with them on tour for months now. And the boys of New Hope Club really didn’t take much convincing as they were totally on board, but scheduling dates that worked well for both of you was a bit tricky. However, the day had finally come and all of you figured out when they could fly you out to them where you’d stay for the remaining portion of the tour.

You were well past the point of excited to go see the boys. They were your closest friends and it’d been such a long time since you last saw them. But you couldn’t deny that you were most excited to be reunited with George. Of course, you had known all of them for a very long time, but you’d definitely known George the longest. And with your countless years of friendship, you grew an undeniable crush on the boy, of course, your feelings were far beyond a small crush but you had trouble admitting that bit to yourself.

As you heard the pilot’s voice come over the com on the plane, letting you know you were about to land, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. After getting the go-ahead from the flight attendants that everyone was free to go, you jumped from your seat, rushing to grab your belongings and get out to your gate. Your feet moved much faster than your usual walking pace as you emerged through the gate entrance, almost immediately spotting your three best friends. All of you lit up at the sight of one another and you quickened your pace even more. Once reaching each other you dropped your bags without thought. You haphazardly threw your arms around Blake, him being the first to get to you.

“I missed you so much love,” he said to you, you returned his sentiments and pulled yourself away. You spotted Reece directly behind him. His face broke into a huge grin and he too scooped you up into a bone-crushing hug.

“Hey Reecey, d’you miss me?” you giggled into his shoulder, of course, you two were also really close, making your reunions quite dramatic. Once Reece finally let you go you got to see George.

Just seeing him took your breath away, quite literally. His hair was definitely longer now. It was parted in the middle and falling into his face a bit, a very good look on him in your opinion. His skin was glowing and his eyes were shining brightly at you. You seemed to have forgotten how beautiful he was in person after being apart for so long.

“Georgie!” you said with a large grin. His smile widened as he snuck his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Your arms wound around his neck and you closed your eyes, enjoying his warmth. George pulled his face from your neck for a moment, kissing your cheek before returning to your prior position. Your face flushed red and you felt the butterflies in your stomach return.

You glanced at the other two boys from over George’s shoulder, finding them wiggling their eyebrows and making kissy faces at you since George couldn’t see. Of course, they’d known about your crush on him, they probably knew before you ever did. The two of them always tried to push you to tell G or at least make a move but you never plucked up the courage. You rolled your eyes at the boys and stuck your tongue out at them playfully. George’s hands rubbed up and down your back, squeezing you one last time before letting go. You almost frowned at the loss on contact.

“Right then,” Blake said loudly, clapping his hands together as he did so, “Shall we get your luggage and head back to the hotel?” You all nodded and you moved to grab your backpack but it was taken from your grasp by George. He started walking and you went with, Blake and Reece a few steps behind you.

“G, I can carry my own bag I promise” you laughed, reaching to take it off his shoulder, but he grasped your hand before you could get it.

“I know you can but I don’t want you to” he stated matter-of-factly. He planted a quick kiss on your knuckles before letting your hand fall to your side. The blush spread across your cheeks again as he did so. You definitely don’t remember him being so affectionate towards you last time you saw him. You pushed the thought out of your brain before you had another second to dwell on it. You were probably just overthinking, it’s George, he’d never think of you that way.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you reached to grab it, finding a text from Reece.

definitely looks like hes flirting ;)

You stuck your hand behind your back where G couldn’t see, flipping off the boy behind you, only being met with the sound of him and Blake snickering.

It didn’t take very long for you to find your suitcase, quickly grabbing it and heading out to the car that was taking you and the boys back to the hotel. On the drive there the four of you joked around, messing with each other, laughing, and having a good time. Just like you usually do. You didn’t realize the time passing and soon enough you felt the car stopping and you looked out the window to see you parked in front of where you were staying. Seeing as it was pretty late in the day and the sun was starting to set, the lights outside the hotel were shining, making everything look even prettier.

“Guys this looks so nice!” you gushed. The boys chuckled at your excitement.

“Oh you’ll love it inside even more,” Blake said, elbowing Reece slightly, the two of them laughing a bit. You were confused, and it seemed even George was lost.

“Right then, let's head in,” George said, not thinking about how strange Blake and Reece were acting. Like the true gentleman he is he took your bags for you despite yours, and frankly the other boys, protests. The inside of the hotel was indeed very pretty. The boys lead you to the front desk where they could check in. It was their first night in the city too so they still needed to get the room. The employee at the desk handed Blake the key to the room and then the four of you were on your way.

Once you arrived at the door Blake scanned the key, pushing the door open. The boys' luggage was already inside, presumably put there by someone on their team. As you walked further into the room you noticed a slight problem. There were four of you staying there and yet only two beds. George seemed to take notice of the issue as well.

“Guys I thought you made sure we had more than two this time,” he said, looking up at his friends. Reece scratched his head, looking confused, but you saw right through him.

“Yeah we did, didn’t we B? Didn’t Ben said it’d have more?” Blake nodded his head in response, playing along. “That’s alright though, we’re all friends, no problem. Blake and I will take the one by the window,” he stated, flopping down onto the mattress. It immediately clicked in your mind what the boys' plan was, and it seemed that George did too, hearing his breath catch from behind you.

“Is that okay with you?” he asked you, his hand gently grabbing your arm. You nodded at him, smiling reassuringly. Obviously, you were way more than okay with sharing a bed with George, but that wasn’t necessarily something you wanted him to know. You finally moved forward into the room, sitting down and moving to lay back. George set your bags down and moved to the other side, sitting and leaning back against the headboard.”Comfy?” he asked you, laughing lightly. You smiled, humming a ‘yes’ back. Your long day of traveling finally seemed to catch up with you and you felt yourself getting really tired. The boys looked about the same.

You quickly stood up, grabbing some things from your bag and going into the bathroom. After only slightly rushing through your nighttime routine, you re-entered the room. Tossing your things back onto your bag and climbing under the soft covers of the bed.

“Well I am exhausted” you announced to the boys. They all mumbled agreements, clearly feeling the same way. The three of them shuffled around each other, in and out of the bathroom, getting ready to go to sleep as well. Once everyone was all finished, they got into bed too. George slipped under the covers, not too close to you as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but not exactly far enough for it to be awkward. Blake shut off the lights and you silently thanked him because you’d otherwise have trouble taking your eyes off G’s bare chest. You all spoke sleepy ‘goodnights’ to one another, before quickly falling asleep.

You were notorious for moving about as you slept. You just couldn’t seem to go a night without tossing, turning, and waking up periodically. At one point you woke up and were having trouble falling back asleep, the clock on the bedside table read 3:24 am and you sighed. You felt the bed shift beside you and George’s tired voice broke the silence.

“You alright love?” he spoke softly to you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart jump in your chest. Not only at his gravelly voice but the nickname along with it. You apologized for waking him up, explaining you were having trouble sleeping. “C’ mere” he mumbled, his hands reaching for you blindly in the dark room. He pulled your body into his, your back flush against his chest. He started humming softly in your ear, his breath hitting your neck where he buried his face. You recognized the tune as ‘Sweet Creature’ and you smiled softly, one of your favorites.

Your heart was thumping in your chest due to the close proximity to George and you prayed he didn’t notice. You tried to pass his actions off as him being tired and just trying to be kind, but secretly hoped it was more than that.

His arms hugged you close to him, and he gently ran his fingers along your skin. His humming gradually faded out and his breathing fell into a steady rhythm, indicating that he’d fallen back asleep. You weren’t far behind, feeling your eyelids getting heavier as you drifted off as well.

•••

Your sleep was interrupted by unintelligible mumbling a few hours later. You grumbled in annoyance, not fully awake yet. You turned yourself over in George’s arms, shoving your face in his neck and hugging him closer in a desperate attempt to fall back asleep. You felt him hug you in return and heard a content hum from the boy. In the same moment, you heard a loud camera shutter go off, immediately waking you up completely. You opened your eyes to see Blake, his eyes wide and his phone held in his hands, camera facing you and George. Reece was stood next to him, giving him a disappointed look.

“Mate I told you to turn off your sound,” he said to Blake, hitting him lightly on the arm. George shifted as you sat up, his arms falling to hug your waist instead.

“Are you guys serious?” you asked them, not angry, more unimpressed than anything.

“We were just heading down for breakfast and you two looked so cute, I couldn’t help it” Blake defended himself, his mouth settling into an overexaggerated frown. George finally joined the conversation, a tired and confused ‘what happened?’ leaving his lips.

“Georgie they were taking pictures of us,” you told him. You looked down at him and ran your fingers through his messy hair, combing it out of his face. His eyes met yours, still full of sleepiness but gorgeous nonetheless. His face then settled into a frown similar to Blake’s.

“So what, let them, I wanna go back to sleep” he grumbled, clearly not paying his two friends any mind. He fell back down onto the bed, tugging on your shirt so you’d join him. Reece looked at you, pointing towards the door and tugging Blake with him, telling you they were leaving. You nodded and gave the boys a small wave, as George got frustrated and ended up just tugging you down next to him completely. You laughed at his actions and settled next to him.

“They left, it’s just you and me now” you spoke softly. His eyes opened up to look at you and he smiled. “Perfect,” he responded. “You know, sharing a bed with you wasn’t as awful as I thought it’d be.” he joked. You scoffed at him in fake hurt. “Kidding, kidding Y/N”.

“Hmm, maybe we should do it more often then,” you flirted, definitely feeling bolder than usual. He raised his eyebrows at your comment and you giggled. “Hey G?” you spoke, feeling your confidence very quickly diminishing. He hummed, urging you on. “I like you.” Your voice fell well below a whisper, scared of what he’d say. His eyebrows knitted in confusion, not quite picking up what you said.

“What was that love?” You took a deep breath and swallowed nervously, repeating your statement, louder this time. George’s face broke into a large grin and he sat up in bed, pulling you up after him. “Wait really?”

“No, I just wanted to see how you’d react,” you said sarcastically, your expression mirroring his. He threw his arms around your figure, practically pulling you into his lap and you let your arms settle on his shoulders. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You hummed in shock, not expecting it and George quickly broke away from you, scared he’d crossed a line.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry, I- I just got excited.” he began distancing himself in fear of making you more uncomfortable but you stopped him.

“Hey, it’s alright” you put him at ease, tangling your fingers in his blond hair. “Just took me by surprise is all.” One of your hands landed on his cheek and you gave him a look, silently asking for permission. He nodded eagerly at you and you smiled in return. You leaned in to kiss him again, staying there for a few moments before George pulled back once more, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I like you too.”

[newhopegeorgie]

overwhelmed I g.s

(hi! im back with another george one shot. this idea came out of nowhere and i thought it’d be really cute. i didnt know how to end it so the ending kinda sucks and im sorry :( anyways, hope you enjoy it. feedback is always appreciated and if you have any requests feel free to send them in! <3)

You knew that George had been really stressed out lately. The band had been writing and recording non-stop for the music they were itching to release and it was starting to get to him. You knew how hard he worked, and as much as you admired him for it, you also knew how much pressure he was putting on himself. George absolutely refused to half-ass anything, to the point where he sacrificed his own well-being for the sake of his music. 

Recently you started to see how this was taking an obvious toll on your boyfriend. He was getting less sleep, which showed in the purple bags under his eyes, he had been moodier. And more recently it seemed like he wasn’t eating as much, choosing to continue his writing rather than taking a break for a meal. Needless to say, you were getting worried. You wanted to be there for him, remind him that he needed to take care of himself, but with your unforgiving work schedule, you weren’t home nearly as much as you would have liked.

You’d finally managed to get off work at a reasonable time, intending on spending the rest of your night getting George to finally relax a little bit. You shoved your keys into the lock, anxious to get inside so you could completely and utterly spoil your boyfriend for the next few hours. As you got inside, you kicked your shoes off, hung your coat by the door and made your way to the living room. Just as you’d guessed, George wasn’t there. He was in your guys’ spare bedroom, which had been converted into his workspace of sorts. As you approached the room you heard soft strumming through the crack in the door, it stopped short and was followed by a frustrated sigh. You gently pushed the door open, seeing your boyfriend. He was faced away from you, not quite noticing your presence yet, and his head was hung, in what looked like, defeat.

“Hey G, what's wrong?” you asked him, you placed your hand gently on his shoulder. He jumped a bit, startled by you for a second before he quickly relaxed under your touch. He looked up at you, putting on a forced smile before answering.

“Oh! Hi love, nothing, I’m good. When did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in,” You noticed his attempt at changing the subject and gave him a knowing look, taking a seat on the small couch beside him. He very hesitantly let go of the guitar when you took it from his grasp, propping it gently against the wall. 

“You know we’ve been together for 2 years G,” you said simply. He quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by this. “I know when you’re lying,” you clarified. His lips set into a frown as he dropped his gaze. You took one of his hands in both of yours, playing with his fingers and rubbing the back of it comfortingly. “Now, tell me what’s wrong,” This time your question was posed more as a command. He sighed, hesitating before deciding to answer your question.

“I’m just really overwhelmed. Management really wants us to be able to release our first album by the end of the year and we aren’t even halfway done with it. I’ve been working non-stop and I feel like I’ve made zero progress. At this point, I don’t even know if I’m any help at the studio anymore. And I’m trying so hard to do the best I can but I don’t know if that’s even good enough,” George’s voice cracked at the end, and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes. You fought your own tears as you heard him talk, not having realized the full scale of how George had been feeling recently. You didn’t say anything for the moment. Your arms wrapped around him and he collapsed into your embrace, his face in your shoulder. His arms wound around your torso, hands fisting the back of your shirt. 

“G if you need to cry you can, it’s not good for you to hold it in,” you said softly. With that, he broke down. He sobbed quietly in your shoulder and moved closer to you, wanting more comfort. You felt your heart break at the feeling of him shaking in your hold, just wanting to make him feel better. “And love, you have to believe me when I say you are more than good enough. I know that. The boys know that. Management knows that too. You are so insanely talented and whatever you put out is going to be incredible. But G you need to take care of yourself too, you can’t keep pushing yourself this hard, it’s unhealthy. Plus, how in the hell do you expect Reece and Blake to survive out there without you,” George had stopped crying as you spoke, even laughing a bit at what’d you’d said last. 

“Oh god, they’d never make it,” he joked along, pulling his face from your neck. 

“Exactly,” you said to him, cupping his face in your hands. “Now, would you finally take a break and let me help you relax?” He nodded slightly and you smiled, pecking his lips quickly before standing up and leading him to your bathroom. 

You turned the dial on your bath, starting to fill the tub with warm water. You turned back to George who was standing behind you and approached him. You fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt and you looked up at him, silently asking for permission. He nodded his head and you pulled the fabric off his torso. Your arms immediately wound around him, pulling him into a hug which he enthusiastically returned.

“More than good enough” you spoke softly to him, kissing his chest briefly. You looked up to meet his eyes, a bashful smile graced his features and his cheeks were tinted light pink. “I mean it,” you spoke again, before having him take off his pants and telling him to get in the bath. He jokingly saluted at you, doing as he was told. You rolled your eyes, taking off your clothes as well and joining him. 

Neither of you really spoke, choosing to listen to the soft music you’d put on in the background. Your fingers massaged at his scalp as you washed his hair for him. He leaned into your touch, humming in contentment. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes falling closed. You smiled at him, feeling your heart jump at his words.

“I love you too,” you responded, pausing to kiss him before you rinsed his hair. 

Once you’d finished in the bath, you left George in the bathroom, returning with a fluffy towel and some cozy pajamas for him. He smiled gratefully at you. “Have you eaten?” you asked him, handing him his clothes. His face was comparable to a child who’d gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He shook his head at you. A small sigh left your lips. “Okay, I’m gonna go make us something. Get dressed,” he nodded. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and made your way to the kitchen. 

As much as you wanted to make George a nice meal, the truth was you were tired too, so you decided mac and cheese was good enough. Thankfully, G seemed to agree, his face lighting up as he joined you in the kitchen. You smiled fondly at him, scooping some into a bowl and passing it to him. 

“Thank you, love,” he said, taking a seat on the couch. You dished up some food for yourself as well, sitting down next to him. It was quiet while you two ate. Some random tv show you had playing served as white noise. After George had finished eating, he placed his bowl on the coffee table and looked over at you. 

“Are you feeling better?” you asked him, finishing up your own food. He nodded quickly at you. 

“So much better, Y/N. Thank you,” he said sincerely. You smiled, glad that you were able to help him. You took the last bite of your dinner and set your bowl next to G’s.

“Well, is there anything else I can do?” you spoke. George was quiet for a second, thinking. 

“Cuddles?” You laughed at his request, nodding. You moved to lay back on the couch, your head landing on one of the pillows. You opened your arms to George and he smiled giddily, taking no time at all to move into your embrace. His arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he laid almost completely on top of you, using your chest as a pillow.

“Good?” you asked him. He hummed, his eyes closing. You smiled down at him, your hands finding his head so you could run your fingers through his hair. The two of you stayed like this for a while, and you’d assumed George had fallen asleep until he broke the silence. 

“I love you,” he said to you. You chuckled softly at him.

“I know, you told me earlier G.”

“No, seriously Y/N. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you,” he repeated the words again. Your hands rubbed up and down his back comfortingly and you smiled.

“I love you too George,” his lips spread into a smile as he heard you respond, hugging you closer to him if that was even possible. You felt his breath fall into a steady rhythm, and you knew he was about to fall asleep.

“Love you,” he said one last time, before actually falling asleep. It was barely audible and you don’t know if he was saying it to you or more to himself. Regardless, your heart swelled. 

“I love you too,” you murmured softly, kissing his head before falling asleep yourself.

[newhopegeorgie]

reunited I r.b

(hello! i’ve been away on vacation but i’m finally back with another one shot. this one was based on a request from the very kind @wallows-spring. i hope you enjoy it! if it isn’t exactly what you wanted or envisioned then feel free to send in another request with some more details and i’d be happy to rewrite it for you! anyways, hope you all like it, feedback is always appreciated and requests are open if you’d like to send one in <3)

When New Hope Club announced that they were finally doing a show in your home country you were ecstatic. You’d been following the band since the beginning and only been able to see them perform live once. That was a year ago. You’d begged your mom to let you travel to a different country to go see their show and thankfully she decided to let you. Of course, you’d interacted with the boys on social media, they even followed you, but it wasn’t anywhere near the same as seeing them in person, and you really missed them.

But they’d just released some new tour dates and finally, your country was one of them. It took you no time at all to secure your tickets, making sure you were going to the meet and greet as well. You posted a screenshot on Twitter, tagging the boys and expressing your excitement for the show.

A few minutes later your phone dinged. You didn’t really think anything of it until it started blowing up with notifications. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and went to see what was going on. Your mentions on Twitter were going insane with your followers and some friends congratulating you. You wondered what it was you did that warranted congratulations, but then you realized. A few minutes ago, Reece had replied to your tweet about your tickets.

@ NewHopeReece: So happy you’re excited love. Can’t wait to see you it’s been so long xx

You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t jump as you read his tweet. You were surprised by his message, definitely not thinking he’d ever remembered having met you before. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and you only felt more excited to meet the boys, despite your show being about two months away.

As the day got closer you posted updates on Twitter, not being able to contain yourself. Every few days you’d send out ‘29 more days!’ or an ‘only 2 weeks left !!’. And every time, without fail, Reece would like your tweet. He almost seemed more excited than you were, not that you were complaining. 

Your show was the next day and you felt bits of your excitement turn to nerves. You’re overthinking had taken up most of the space in your brain, meaning to have posted a ‘tomorrow!’ update on Twitter but completely forgetting. A notification on your phone broke through your loud thoughts and you went to see what it was. A new tweet from Reece.

@ NewHopeReece: one more day! @ yourtwitter x

You swore felt your heart stop for a second. Had he been counting down too? You quickly retweeted it and sent it to your friends, being met back with ‘he’s def in love w you’ and ‘you guys are my faves’. You laughed softly at their responses before continuing on with your day. Your mentions were full of other fans saying how cute they thought it was or how they couldn’t wait to see videos of you and Reece meeting. All the kind words made you smile.

That night you couldn’t sleep. You were way too excited to shut your eyes for more than 2 minutes, let alone enough time for you to actually drift off. You’d already spent much of your time procrastinating sleeping. You’d picked out what you were going to wear, practiced your hair and your makeup. Hell you’d even practiced faces to make in your pictures with the boys, you told yourself it was so you didn’t have to worry about not liking your pictures, so you felt less silly about the whole thing. You really didn’t want to be tired though, so you willed your body to sleep despite your racing thoughts trying to keep you up.

•••

The next morning was kind of a blur. You were practically on autopilot as you got ready. All your brain could seem to do was theorize every possible way you could screw this up. You tried not to dwell on it but the thoughts kept nagging you at the back of your mind. You friends had come over not too long ago to get ready with you, as you were all going to the show together. They’d helped put your mind at ease, telling you Reece was probably even more nervous than you, making you chuckle a bit.

“Seriously Y/N, I’m pretty sure you have nothing to worry about,” one of them reassured you.

“Yeah, literally listen to what he just tweeted. ‘@ yourtwitter todays the day x’. Even he’s counting down,” another said with a laugh. Their words made you feel a bit better about the situation and you decided to stop worrying and just let yourself enjoy the night. 

After everyone was finished getting ready, you all headed out. The meet and greet didn’t even start for a few hours so you and your friends decided to go get lunch first. You took a picture of your meal, and your friends sitting across the table from you and posted it to Twitter. 

@ yourtwitter: concert pregame with these girlies lol

A few minutes later you got a notification. And, yet again, Reece responded to you.

@ NewHopeReece: Didn’t even invite me? I’m hurt @ yourtwitter

You gaped at his message, quickly turning your phone to show your friends what he’d said. “What am I supposed to say?” you asked them. Your friend took your phone from your hands, typing out a response and sending it before handing your phone back to you.

@ yourtwitter: haha i’ll bring you something i promise xx @ NewHopeReece

You laughed at her message, thinking it was funny and that’d be the end of the conversation. But not even a minute later Reece tweeted at you again.

@ NewHopeReece: I’m holding you too that ;) @ yourtwitter

“I was kidding when I put that but now you really have to get him something,” your friend said laughing. You rolled your eyes at her, making a mental note to buy him a cookie on your way out of the cafe.

It was finally time for the meet and greet and you and your friends had just entered the venue. You definitely weren’t the first ones there but you also weren’t too far back in line so you were happy. You felt your excitement rising as you waited, gradually moving closer to the boys. You chatted happily with your group, the cookie you’d bought for Reece held in your hands. The boys were stood in order of George, then Blake, and Reece at the end so you were going to meet him last.

As you got to the front of the line your friends hastily pushed you forward to go first. You approached George with a wide smile on your face. He welcomed you with open arms, saying hello to you. You hugged him tightly and asked him for a picture together. He was incredibly sweet just as you’d expected. The two of you got to talk for about a minute before you were ushered to move on.

When you got to Blake it went about the same as with George. Hugs and pictures and getting to chat for a bit. “Reece is very excited to see you,” he said, handing your phone to you after getting a couple pictures. You let out a giddy laugh, “Seriously?” you asked him. He nodded his head quickly at you. “Hasn’t stopped talking about it. You might wanna go say hi before he shouts at me for taking up all your time.” He said lightheartedly. He gave you one last hug before sending you on your way towards Reece.

His face brightened as he saw you, immediately scooping you up into a tight embrace. “Reunited at last!” he shouted. A few fans that were in line laughed at your little reunion. “It's been so long, I’ve missed you, love!” He let you out of his hug and held your arms, keeping you close as he spoke to you.

“I know, it's been forever!”

“Do you want a picture?” he asked, gesturing to your phone. You nodded and he took it from your grasp, throwing his arm around your waist to take a few photos with you. You thanked him once he was done, shoving your phone into your pocket. “Now if I’m not mistaken, you promised me something earlier.” He said in a teasing tone. 

“I did promise you something,” you laughed. You handed him the cookie that you’d gotten for him, “I don’t break promises Bibby,” you said, teasing him back. His face lit up as he took it from you.

“I thought you were joking! Wow, you really are the best,” he said to you, pulling you into his side for another hug. You smiled brightly at him, gladly accepting his warm embrace.

“I’m kind of sad, I don’t want to wait another year to see you again,” you frowned, a half-hearted laugh escaping your lips. Reece placed the cookie on a table not too far from him, frowning at your statement.

“Awe, love I don’t either. I promise we’ll figure something out, I won’t make you wait long.”He looked you in the eyes and for some reason, you trusted that he meant it. One of the event coordinators was trying to move you along, saying you were out of time. Reece hugged you one last time before you had to leave. “The boys and I have a free day tomorrow before we leave, I’ll dm you,” he whispered to you. The coordinator was now rushing you off, getting impatient. You smiled at him, saying goodbye as you left, not before seeing Reece send you a subtle wink.

After the meet and greet you got to enjoy the concert. It was amazing, exceeding all your expectations. It went by far too quickly for your liking and before you knew it, you and your friends were leaving the venue. You all talked a mile a minute, recounting everything that's gone on the past few hours. Your Twitter was flooded yet again and you wondered what's happened.

You opened the app to find countless videos of your interaction with Reece. People were tagging you and him, saying how they shipped you two or thought you guys were adorable. You smiled at the messages, liking and retweeting a few that made you laugh. You wondered to yourself if Reece was actually serious about dming you like he said he would. Of course, you wanted nothing more than to receive a message from him, but then again he was Reece Bibby so you didn’t get your hopes up.

•••

 The next day you woke up to the sun shining in your eyes. You smiled to yourself, replaying the previous day over in your mind. You rolled over in bed to go through your phone, much like you did every morning. You’d gone through most of your social media, tapping on the Twitter icon last, opening up the app. You saw a dm notification and furrowed your eyebrows, confused. When you clicked on it you felt your heart jump to your throat, not believing what you had just read.

From @ NewHopeReece: Hey love, it’s Reece. You busy today? x

[imaginesxthevamps]

A/N: A request from the sweetest @phenomenialldirection , here ya go girl❤

Museum | George

George and you decided to go on a date to a historical museum. George loves history and you took history as subject as one of your A-levels. That means you know a lot about history and you could tell George maybe a little bit more about everything. George will love that, you’re sure of that.

You enter the museum, it’s in a big and old building but still beautiful. George’s eyes start sparkling when he sees all of it.

You walk to the first room, looking at everything. It’s a room with stuff you know a lot about and you tell George some interesting backgroundstories and extra information. He looks at you in awe, amazed about the fact how much you know about all of this. He listens to every word you say, not disturbing you once.

The next room there aren’t things you know a lot about. You know a few things so you tell George that.

“Sometimes I wished I could’ve studied history”, George says.

“Are you regretting you didn’t take A-levels?”, you ask.

“Sometimes, I mean New Hope Club is amazing and I wouldn’t want to do something else but that also makes I don’t really have time for other interest like history”, George says.

“If you want I can learn you some things?”, you ask.

“You’re amazing, do you know that?”, George says and kisses you on the lips.

“I know I am”, you laugh, making George laugh too.

You guys go through whole the museum. You tell George everything you know, teaching him a little bit more history. He listens interested to you, taking everything up you say. George has the idea to take you to a museum more often. He clearly sees he is not the only one who loves it. He sees that you love it too. You’re passionated for history and you wish this date could go on forever.

After four hours of walking through whole the museum you’re both tired. As last thing you go tot he souvenir shop. George is walking around, searching for something special. He sees books and takes one. There is a lot of information in it about history and he decides to buy it. Because of you he got even more interested in history.

He pays for the book and after that you leave the museum. George is still impressed you know so much about history.

“When are we starting our first lesson?”, George asks.

“When we’re home if you want”, you laugh.

“Sure I want that, I love hearing you talking about history”, George says smiling.

You give him a little kiss on the lips.

“You’re cute”, you say.

“So are you”, George answers.

“I really really loved this date”, you say honestly.

“So did I, it was a great idea to go to a museum”, George says and you hug him very tightly.

A/N: This one is just sweet. Hope you enjoy it!! xx

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[imaginesxthevamps]

Hey lovely, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the boys are on tour and the reader starts to feel as though Reece (their boyfriend) is forgetting about them because they are still at home. When Reece finds out he gets a tattoo for them to prove how much he loves her. I'm not sure how much sense it makes so dw about completing this request. (And sorry it's so long)

A tattoo for you | Reece

You’re just sitting all alone at home watching some stupid program. Reece, your boyfriend, is on tour with his mates. You’re proud of him that he can finally tour around South America. But you have the feeling he is kinda forgetting you. You get that it’s hard with the time difference to find a moment to face time you but it’s like he isn’t even trying. Everytime you try to call him he doesn’t answer. 2 days after you get a text with “sorry, we were busy”. It’s slightly annoying you but it also makes you sad. On the previous tours he called you every two days and when he couldn’t he would text you beforehand so you knew. Now he just doesn’t call you. You’re afraid he doesn’t love you anymore and that thought makes you scared. You can’t lose Reece, he means too much to you.

A week after you last called Reece he finally calls you. You feel happy but also kinda sad.

“Hey baby”, Reece says.

“Hey Reece”, you say but you can clearly hear the sadness in your voice.

“What’s up? Why are you sad?”, Reece asks.

“It’s nothing”, you say but it doesn’t convince Reece.

“Come on y/n, don’t lie to me”

“I don’t lie if you don’t lie”

“Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know Reece”, you say and tears are escaping your eyes.

“Why are you crying. Y/N talk to me!”

“I have a feeling you’re forgetting me, you don’t call so much like you normally do on tour and I miss you so much”, you cry out.

“That’s because I don’t have a good connection here. I’m so sorry you feel like that, I would never forget you! I miss you so much too”, Reece says honestly, “I love you y/n and I’m gonna prove that”

“How are you gonna do that?”, you ask.

“Surprise, you’ll see it later”, Reece winks and you have to smile again.

“I love your laugh so much, don’t stop smiling please”, Reece says and you have to blush.

“I love you so much Reece”, you say.

“I love you more”

After a good two hours of talking to each other you end the call. Reece immediately makes an appointment at a good tattoo parlour near him. He wants to have a tattoo dedicated to you and hopes you will love it.

Mean while you don’t have any idea what Reece meant with “I’m gonna prove that to you” but you’re excited to see what he has planned.

***

Two days later Reece has his tattoo done. He looks at it with a smile when he walks back to the hotel.

“Guys, I did it”, he says with the biggest smile when he enters the room.

“Can we see?”, Blake asks curious and Reece nods, showing his new tattoo.

“That’s adorable”, George says.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful”, Blake says.

“Thanks boys, I’m really happy with it”

Later that night Reece calls you on face time with a big smile.

“Hey Reece”, you say happy.

“Hey y/n”, Reece says.

“How is it going there?”, you ask.

“Very good, we have a show tomorrow in Argentina and I’m so excited for it! It’s beautiful here by the way”, Reece answers.

“That’s great! I really want to go there one time”, you say.

“So a few days ago I said I would prove you how much I love you?”, Reece changes the subject.

“Yes”, you say confused.

“Here it is”, he says, showing his tattoo nervously.

“Are that mine initials?”, you ask in surprise.

“Yes they are, this tattoo is dedicated to you. Now I have you always with me and I can never forget you now”, Reece says happy.

“That’s so cute! I love yo uso much!”, you say with tears in your eyes.

“I love you too y/n, so so much”, Reece says.

A/N: Hope you like it! Also, I kinda drew the tattoo with my own initials so you know how I had it in my head❤

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[imaginesxthevamps]

hi!!! can i pls get an imagine where you are helping george solving his sudoku (or crossword?) like he said he always did it in the morning in their newest vid?? I hope you have a nice day and thank you if you did it!!!

A/N: Hope you have a nice day too love! xx

Sudoku in the morning | George

You wake up in an empty bed, searching for George but he isn’t there. You groan and strech your arms out before getting out of bed. You take an outfit for the day out of your closet and go to the bathroom to change in them.

When you’re ready you go downstairs, seeing George sitting at the kitchen table with his daily sudoku. Every morning he solves the ones in the news paper.

You see him thinking, his hands in his hair and a confused look on his face. Probably it’s a hard one today. You laugh at the sight of your gorgeous boyfriend.

“Is it hard?”, you ask smiling.

“It is, I never had a difficult one as this one”, he sighs.

“Should I help?”, you ask.

“Your help is always welcome”, George says with a wink.

You sit next to him on a chair, taking a look at the sudoku. Actually you’re not very good at it but you can try. You see all this numbers and you don’t know where to start. You search a place where are not much numbers filled in. You think through and try to fill in one of the squares.

“Maybe there you have to fill in a 8?”, you say pointing at the place.

George laughs and shakes his head.

“There is already an 8 in that horizontal row”, he says.

“Oww yeah”, you say a little bit embarrassed.

You search further and you think you have found another one but you’re not sure so you double check it.

I think there you can do a 2”, you say.

George looks and sees you’re right, a smile covering his face.

“Thank you honey”, he says, filling in the number and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

After ten minutes you have found five more numbers George could fill in and you’re proud of yourself. There are only a few left now and George and you are focused to find them.

George finds a few others just like you and after 20 minutes everything is filled in.

“You’re amazing”, George says and gives you a kiss on the lips.

“Team work makes great work”, you say with wink.

“Do you want some coffee or a tea?”, you ask George.

“I’m more in for tea right now”, George says.

You go to the kitchen counter to make you both a cup of tea.

A/N: Hope you like it! You can always send in your requests, I do all of them!! :) xx

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[imaginesxthevamps]

Hi, i was wondering if you can write an imagine about the reader breaking up with her boyfriend and she goes to George's house to relief her anger and at some point she's looking out the window and he hugs her from behind, kissing her neck slightly and then talk about feelings and stuff?

Confessing | George

"We're done!", you scream to your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend. You guys have been fighting for the last hour about a lot of stuff. Your relationship with him is just too toxic and that's why you broke up with him and if that's not enough well he also cheated on you. You're not that surprised he did but you're hurt and angry. Tears are running down your face while you storm out of his house to your car. You start driving but a few streets later you stop somewhere next to the road. You don't know where to go. You don't want to go home and sit there alone. That's why you call your best friend George.

"Hey George", you say with a shaky voice.

"Hey y/n, everything okay?", he asks.

You just start crying again thinking about what happend.

"Y/n? What's wrong?", George asks with worry in his voice.

"Can I just come over to you?", you ask.

"Yeah sure", George says and you end the call.

You start driving again to George's house. You're happy he is always there for you when you need him.

When you arrive at George' house you knock on the door and he opens it immediately.

"Come here", he says and hugs you and let you in after.

Both of you are going to the living room and sit down on the couch. George lays his arms around your shoulders.

"What happend?", he asks.

"I broke up with y/bf/n", you say.

"Why?"

"He is fucking toxic and a cheater! I still can't believe why I didn't broke up earlier! I don't want to see him ever again!", you say angry, standing up and walking to the window. You look out of the window. It just started raining.

George walks to you, resting his hands on your shoulder.

"It's not your fault and you couldn't know. Just forget him, I know that's difficult but you can do it", he says wrapping his arms around your neck in a hug.

You stand there for a while, George hugging you and you just stare outside the window to the falling raindrops making everything wet.

"I hate him", you say in anger.

George hugs you more tightly from behind and gives a little kiss in your neck. It sends shivers down your spine and you turn around.

"Why did you do that?", you ask.

"What?", George asks confused but actually he knows what you mean.

"Kissing my neck", you say.

George's cheeks go all red. Maybe it's time for him to tell you how he feels.

"Can we sit down?", George asks and you nod. The both of you sitting down in the couch.

"I ehm, I like you y/n, more then in a best friend way. I know it's stupid but I already felt that since you and that ass are together. I didn't dare to say something about it because I didn't want to ruin things for you and I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I was just so scared of losing you and I tried to forget my feelings, to go on but I couldn't. I just started liking you more and more. I know you don't feel the same but I just had to tell you and sorry for that kiss in your neck it was just the moment I think", George confesses to you. You think for a minute about what he said.

"I'm sorry", George says but you don't give an answer you just presses your lips on his in a small kiss.

When you release his lips he looks confused.

"I think I like you too, I mean the past weeks I felt different about you, in a good way. I just have to figure out what. I can't just go in a relationship 10 minutes after I broke up one. I'll be honest with you, I don't know yet if it is love or just strong friendship that I feel but I let you know when I figured that out", you say to him.

"Take your time, I always will be your best friend and you know that", George says smiling and gives you a big hug.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!! xxx

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