#i just interacted w him since I stopped by to say hi to George and Evelyn every day

[annie115]

Pure Desire - Alternate Ending Part 2 (CL16 x Reader)

Part 2 of the alternate ending . Let me know what you think!! :)

Word count: 3,500

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Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst, mentions of JB17, 18+

It´s been two months since you told Charles to leave and you haven´t really spoken since. Only some situations at work forced you to interact with him, but you managed to keep them as short as possible. You were still so angry at him, although you tried to get over it. But you did not only lose some guy you slept with, you lost your best friend. There were times where you could count on Charles, where you shared secrets and thoughts with him. You missed that. You also tried your best to suppress those stupid butterflies which were still growing in your stomach when you saw him. He hurt you so much, how could you still simp over him like that?

Lando and Max were helping you a lot during the past months. It was difficult for them to be friends with you and Charles at the same time, but you didn’t want them to pick a side. So it came that Lando and Max were by Charles´ side when he was down. It was late august and race day in Suzuka. Not only has Suzuka always been special to Charles because of what happened to his godfather, Jules, but it also happened to be Jules´ birthday. Charles started from pole position today. To say that he was eager to win would’ve been an understatement. He was willing to give everything to win this race. But luck wasn´t with him. It all went well, until he had his first pit stop. He finished the stop on P4, right behind George Russell. During his overtake George pulled to the side and crashed into him, leaving him in the gravel. Luckily both drivers were able to get out of their cars, but for a moment Charles wished to not go out. He failed. Again. He didn’t see that it wasn’t his fault, that it wasn’t even George´s fault. Simply a race incident, because George didn’t see Charles properly. Charles was devastated.

“Charles, please tell us what we can do. You need to eat something. Or sleep”, Max said. “Yeah mate, we´re worried. What can we do to make you feel better?” Lando asked. “There´s nothing you can do”, Charles whispered with his racing suit still on. “I want y/n”, he suddenly whispered and Lando and Max exchanged looks. “Go”, Charles said and looked at the floor. “Max, you won the race, you should celebrate”. “I won´t celebrate if you sit here like this, I-“ “Just fucking go okay? I don´t want your pity or anything just please go and leave me alone”, Charles yelled and Lando and Max looked at each other again, before they sighed and left the room. They weren’t upset with Charles, they knew that he didn’t mean it. “Do you think we should tell her? She was always the one to cheer him up”, Lando said and Max shrugged his shoulders. “I´ve never seen him like this, honestly. I mean he even said that he wanted to see her, right? Maybe we should look for her”. They agreed and went to the Ferrari hospitality. It didn’t take long to find you and you smiled. “Hey guys, what´s with the long faces? I think you both have enough reasons to celebrate”, she laughed and pulled both of them into a warm hug. “Y/n, we need to tell you something”, Max said and you frowned. “What´s up?”. “Charles is.. well we don’t even know. He wouldn’t talk to us and he even yelled at us for leaving him alone. We´re worried”. You closed your eyes and breathed in. You had a feeling that Charles would be like this after what happened. “I mean yes he crashed but it happened to all of us, why is he being like this?” Lando said and you looked at him. “Well, you know that Suzuka has always been important to him and with Jules´ birthday today.. I think it´s understandable”, you answered and the boys widened their eyes. “Today is Jules birthday?!” Max gasped and you nodded. “Fuck, we didn’t know!”

You were torn. You know that Charles would be there for you if you needed him, no matter what. The situation was bad but you couldn’t just leave him alone, right? You sighed. “Where is he?”

Lando and Max lead you to Charles driver room and knocked on the door. “I said I wanna be alone!” he yelled from the inside but you opened the door anyways. “Charles, it´s me”, you said softly and he looked at you. He was still sitting on the red couch in his racing suit. He held the helmet he used for the race in his hands, with Jules racing number on it. “Y/n?” he asked with a trembling voice and you wanted to cry on the spot. He reminded you of a little boy, who finally found his mother after losing her in the supermarket. “Can I come in?” you asked and he nodded quickly. You turned to the boys and nodded, making them understand that they can go.

You stepped into the little room and closed the door. Without saying a word you sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder before he started crying. Being as empathetic as you were, tears started to fill your eyes immediately. “Shh, it´s okay. Let it all out”, you whispered. “It´s okay”, you continued. “I know that you were hoping for a better result today. And I know that you hate what happened but you have to stop thinking that you didn’t make him proud today. You made him proud yesterday by getting pole and you made him happy today for being okay after the crash. You were wearing his helmet and he protected you today, do you understand?” While you were speaking you caressed his back with your hands while he turned your t-shirt into a tissue. It didn’t matter. “He is always proud of you, Charles. Always”, you closed your little speech and he stopped crying, not lifting his head. “Are you proud of me?” he asked and you sighed. “I am always proud of you when it comes to your racing performance, Charles”, you said and couldn’t hide a little laugh. You had to chose your words wisely, because you certainly weren’t proud of what he did to you. He chuckled a little and lifted his head. “Thank you”, he whispered and you smiled. “I´m always here for you, okay?” you said and wanted him to believe you. He nodded. “Come on, you should take a shower, get something to eat and go to bed”, you said and took his hand.

You managed to get him something from the Ferrari catering while he was taking a shower. You knocked on his door again and he opened, wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He looked cozy. You handed him the plate. “Here. I would keep you company but I have to go back to work. Promise me that you´ll eat and go back to the hotel after, okay?” you asked and he nodded. “I promise”. You smiled and left him alone again.

There was a shift in your relationship after Suzuka and you learned that you´re better off without so much anger inside of you. Charles was a friend, and your relationship was a little weird but you couldn’t quite be happy without one another. You started to have normal conversations again when you met at Ferrari and even joked sometimes. However, while you were trying to focus on friendship, Charles had other plans. Since he realized how much he had hurt you, you´d never left his mind. He always thought that you weren’t girlfriend material for him but honestly? What could he possibly want more? He found you extremely attractive, cute, funny and he could always count on you. Even after everything he did to you, you still prioritized him and wanted to make him feel better after a bad day. You were perfect for him. He broke your heart, he knew that, but he was determined to fix it again.

He knew that he had to be delicate, and he knew that you weren’t somebody for gifts and presents. You needed to see actions and that he really meant it. He remembered the one time the both of you talked about dream dates. You told him that you would love to have a date at the ocean, on the beach or just at a cliff, preferably at sunset. You would eat chocolate covered strawberries and pizza and have a nice glass of white wine. Luckily, the grand prix in Zandvoort was next. Charles prepared everything. He drove to the beach and looked for a private spot in between some stones and bushes, happy when he found exactly what he had in mind. He then bought everything he needed. Chocolate covered strawberries, white wine and he picked up a pizza from a little Italian restaurant. He put everything in a little basket he bought for this occasion only and made his way to the hotel you were staying in. It was half past seven and he knew that you should be home by now. After leaving the basket in his car he headed to your room.

You opened after a few seconds. “Charles, what are you doing here?” you asked surprised, a tissue with make up remover in your hand. You were already wearing sweatpants and a matching jacket with a white top, ready for a cozy evening. “Come with me”, he said and you frowned, chuckling. “Excuse me?” “I won´t tell you anything, you just have to come with me”, he said and you laughed. “Well, okay I guess? Will you let me change?” “No, what you´re wearing is perfect, actually”, he said and you laughed, heading to the bathroom to throw away your tissue. You grabbed your phone and your key card and closed the door behind you, following Charles down to his car.

“Where are we going, Chaaaaaaarles”, you said and pouted when he once again didn’t tell you anything. “You´re so impatient it´s unbelievable”, he laughed and you rolled your eyes. “I´m not impatient I´m just curious”, you gave back. “Well, you will know it soon enough, Mon Coeur”, he said and smirked. Mon Coeur. You didn’t know why he called you this and you hated how it made your heart skip a beat.

After a few minutes you arrived at the beach. You got out of the car and Charles opened the back door to get out the basket and a blanket. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “Come”, he said and you followed him along the beach, over a few stones and there it was. The perfect spot. Invisible from the side of the street. There were a few rocks, bushes and other plants and Charles spread out the blanket. “Come on”, he said and smiled and you sat down next to him, hesitantly. “Charles, what is this?” you asked but the oceans caught your eye. This was truly a beautiful spot. “I wanted to take you out and you said that this would be a dream date for you”, he said softly and you turned to look at him. “What, so this is a date?” you asked. “We don’t have to call it like that. I just wanted to do something nice for you, after.. well, everything.” You gave him a light smile and relaxed a little. Charles opened the basket and your eyes widened. “You really thought about anything, hm?” you grinned and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Of course I did”, he gave back.

Nothing from your dinner was left, except for one last chocolate covered strawberry. “You can have it, if you want”, you said and smiled at Charles who shook his head. “No no, it´s for you”, he gave back and you chuckled. “We can share”, you said and he gave you a teethy grin before he grabbed the strawberry and you bit off the top before he ate the other half. “I´m glad, this might have been the best”, you said and looked at the ocean. The sky was filled with colours, from red over orange to pink. He really chose the most beautiful evening. "This is beautiful, Charles”, you whispered and he moved a little closer to you. He was glad that you were watching the sunset because he didn’t know if he could tell you the things he wanted to say while you were looking at him. “Y/n, I´m sorry. I know I said it before but I feel like nothing I say could make it better. I know that I screwed up. I don´t know what it was, maybe I was too afraid to be honest with myself. Maybe I didn’t want to make myself vulnerable, I really don’t know. All I know is that I want to work on that. You were right, I was an asshole and you deserve much better, but I hope that-“ he made a little pause and breathed in. “I hope that maybe someday I can be the person who deserves you”. He breathed out heavily. He had never been so honest with somebody before, well, he did but he got hurt afterwards. Maybe that was why he´d build this walls around him. He never thought that anybody could break them down, but you truly did it.

You finally turned your gaze away from the sunset and looked at him. “I don’t know what to say”, you answered honestly and looked at your hands. “Thank you for being so honest with me”, you added. “I should´ve been this honest months ago”, he whispered. He was looking at your profile and again realized how beautiful you were. The sun kissed your skin and made your eyes shine in a mix of blue and green. “Y/n, do you think-“ “Don´t ask me that, Charles. Because I can´t give you an answer”, you cut him off. “I love you”, he whispered and you turned to him again. There they were. The three little words you wanted to hear from him for such a long time. Now they were out in the open, hanging over you and you didn’t know what to do with them. You loved him too, no doubt in that, but did you believe him?

“You know how I feel about you. This hasn’t changed at all, even though I´ve tried. And even though I really want to believe you, I can´t. I don´t know if I can trust you, Charles”, you answered honestly. He breathed in sharply, before he grabbed your waist and pulled yourself in his lap. You gasped a little, surprised by his sudden movements but the warm feeling in your gut was too good to reject his touch. You inhaled his smell, his special Charles smell, a mix out of wood, rubber and mint. He closed his eyes and touched your nose with his nose. “What can I do to gain your trust again?” he asked and you inhaled sharply. “I don’t know, I guess we just have to give it some time”, you gave back and he opened his eyes. “Would you allow me to try it? Would you give me your time?” he asked and pulled one of your hair strands behind your ear. You shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t but how were you supposed to say no to that man? You tilted your head, closed your eyes and nodded. “Charles I promise if you ever hurt me again I will slash your tires.” He laughed. “Mon Coeur, if I ever hurt you in the slightest way again, I will slash them myself”. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

Two months later

The past two months have been the best months of your life. Charles did everything, really everything to show you that he was being serious. He planned the most romantic dates, always made time for you and was just the sweetest boy ever. He took you out for shopping, brought you your favourite ice cream when you were on your period and watched Harry Potter with you as often as you wanted. When you were out clubbing he wouldn’t leave your side, keeping you close on the dancefloor. Another girl only had to look at him, he would make sure she knew that he was taken. Slowly but steady he managed to gain your trust again and you were more than happy about it.

Though, you had one rule. No sex. Well, at least so far. You knew that the sex part would probably one of the best parts of your relationship but you had to make sure that he stayed, even when he had to wait. You were surprised when he didn’t seem to have any problems with it. “No, I agree. I mean sure, it´s hard for me to keep my hands off you but I think it´s good like this”, he said when you told him about the idea.

But today was his birthday. You were currently sitting in a restaurant with his family and friends, your hand always placed on his thigh. You had plans with him tonight, big plans. You were wearing a dark red dress which ended right above your knees. It was highly closed at the front but had a deep cut out on the back. Charles was going crazy, and you knew it. What he didn’t know was that you bought special lingerie for this occasion. A set in Ferrari red which would make him drool. When you were finally back in Charles apartment, you grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to you. His lips were on yours immediately and you led him to the bedroom. “I want you”, you whispered and striped the jacket from his shoulders. “Are you sure? We can wait if you-“ “I´m sure”.

You unbuttoned his shirt and turned around, so that he could open the zipper of your dress. “God, this dress is so beautiful”, he mumbled before it fell on the floor. His eyes widened when he saw your underwear. You turned around again and grinned before pushing him onto the bed. You crawled over him, undoing his belt. “Fuck, y/n”, he whined and you pulled down his pants, including his underwear. “God, I´ve been waiting for this”, you mumbled and looked into his eyes while you licked the pre cum off his tip. He hummed and closed his eyes, letting you do your thing.

You moved faster and faster up and down his shaft, smiled when you saw his face. Lips slightly parted, furrowed eyebrows, his moans became louder. You stopped sucking him off, pulling yourself up to give him a kiss. “My turn”, he smiled and twisted you around so that he was on top of you. He unclasped your bra and took it off, finally being able to kiss your boobs. He went down further, hooking his fingers into the hem of your panties. “These are beautiful, but they have to go” he mumbled and you smiled. He threw your panties on the floor, focussing only your lust. He spread little kisses on your thighs and stopped with a kiss on your core.

He spread your wetness with his fingers before he finally licked through your wetness. You moaned loudly and threw your head back, while he explored you with his tongue. “Fuck, Charlie please”, you whined and he groaned, sending a vibration through your stomach. “Fuck me, please”, you stumbled and he got up immediately, pressing his cock against your pussy.

“I love you”, he whispered and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Before you were able to answer, he pushed himself into you and all you could get out of your mouth was a moan. God, how much you´ve missed this. His tip pushed the button deep inside of you with every thrust and you had to close your eyes, although you didn’t mean to. He was beautiful when he fucked you like this. His eyes were closed as well, his lips were slightly parted again. He was for sure the most beautiful man you´ve ever met and you couldn’t believe that he was yours. Even more, that he just admitted his love for you.

He leaned his forehead against yours and you both opened your eyes. “I love you too”, you gasped and he hummed, his movements slowed down a little. “I´m not gonna last, mon amour”, he stumbled and you just nodded, overwhelmed by the feeling of your orgasm which came closer and the love you felt for this man, the love you have always felt for him. “Come for me, baby”, you moaned when you were about to reach your climax and he moaned, spilling his hot juice into you. Out of breath, he climbed off you, not before pressing a kiss on your lips. “This was worth all the wait. You are worth all the wait, y/n”, he whispered and you smiled, knowing that it was all worth it.

[lovebynorth]

I recommend listening to the following songs while reading this: Strange by Celeste, Only by RY X & Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson.

Not proofread and English isn't my first language so please be kind. Had to get this out of the system before bed. Thank you and happy reading!

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Sochi.

You were pacing back and forth in the garage as you watched the tv together with the mechanics. The drizzle the strategists had warned and announced would be approaching track in just a few moments, but for you and the team, it was just a matter of minutes, seconds.

"How many laps to go?" he asks and you want to smack your head against the wall when the engineers say "4 laps to go after this one. Some cars are pitting for inters. Bottas has gone already-" You knew what that meant and you knew your best friend very well.

"Track very slippery from here to turn 10, lots of cars are going off"

"Yeah, shut up"

Fucking hell. He is not pitting.

You close your eyes as hard as you can, clenching your jaw, wishing yesterday was today.

*

Pole position.

"Is that done or what?"

"Yeah it's done hang on, hang on..., okay uh, pole position mate, pole position"

Lando screams from the top of his lungs and you don't think you've ever heard that much passion go into his voice. He finally took what's been coming for him, it was just a matter of time.

The entire McLaren team stands by the side waiting for the cars to park in front of them. Lando stands up shaking hands and hugging the first mechanics that come up to him to start cooling the car. He jumps out and looks over to his left before walking straight towards the rest of the team making gestures with his arms expressing his happiness. Charlotte runs up to him giving him the biggest hug. Everyone's filming and shouting let's go's to each other. A sight for sore eyes.

You stand a bit further away since you're not a part of the team just there for the weekend to see how everyone works during a F1 weekend. You were writing a paper at uni about sports management and you asked Lando if you could tag along for a week and write a paper about Mclaren. Lando was more than happy when you asked and almost said yes immediately, the only catch was to persuade the big man Zak. You had met him a few times so you didn’t think it was gonna be an issue. You had a backup plan and it was to just visit the MTC.

Lando locks eyes with you and waves happily. You could hear his giggle from where you stand. He turns away and walks up to his station where he takes off his helmet and gloves. He looks over to you again and grins. You can't help but laugh and make a W with your hands and Lando sticks his tongue out shooting you a grin again. Daniel interrupts your and Lando's interaction by walking up to him. They share a moment and George comes up to him shortly after. Lando then turns back to his station where he grabs his watch. You smile to yourself when he walks up to Johnny Herbert. You were so proud your heart could burst right then and there.

*

"DID YOU SEE THAT! I WAS FUCKING FLYING" he freaks out when you both sit in his car on your way back to the hotel. He lets out one of his signature high-pitched "Hahh-haaaaa" laughs and dunking his head lightly on the wheel. You're shaking your head, giggling at the same time, before you put your hand on his on the wheel. You notice him getting a bit tense because the two of you barely show any physical affection towards each other other than the few times you have to share a bed. For instance this week.

"I'm so proud of you. I've seen this coming for a long time and you've been working so hard for this and it just makes me so incredibly happy seeing you getting closer to achieving your dream"

You see a smile creeping on his lips, his head still resting on the wheel.

"Stop you're gonna make me cry silly"

"I'll say it again if it means you'll win tomorrow"

He looks over at me before making a face.

"Please don't I don't want to jinx it"

"Whatever, admit you just don't know how to handle compliments softy"

He's scrunching his nose to your nickname. Softy.

"The sound of that makes me wanna go drown myself because we both know it's completely the other way around missy" he counters.

He wasn't wrong, but he sure wasn't right either. It was a mutual problem the two of you had; receiving compliments, especially when you knew you could do better or when something wasn't final. There was still one step ahead for him, perhaps the most crucial one, to secure P1 during tomorrow's race. That's why the both of you had made a promise to remind each other when you really thought you deserved the praise and today was one of those days for Lando.

When you got back to the hotel you went straight inside. Lando had handed you the key card to the room earlier because he had a feeling there would be fans waiting outside. He was right, you never questioned this side of his intuition. You scanned the card, kicked off your shoes, and immediately threw yourself at the bed. 7:13 pm. What a fantastic but long day. You lay there with closed eyes for a bit before you hear your phone going off. You check the texts.

Lando my G: Order room service asap bc im starving

I'll be stuck here for a while tho😩

I want whatever you're having

You: Aight, I'll see what i can do. you know you can send all that in one text instead of triple text me👀😈

Lando my G: fuck u :( just order the food oaky

okay*

You: On it

You drop your phone on the mattress before turning to the phone on the bedside table.

"Yeah hello, uhm I'd like two burgers with chips please and a few bottles of water would be great. 25 minutes.., okay that's perfect, thank you so much. Bye"

Celebratory burgers were kind of your thing. Whenever you got a good grade or Lando got a good result after a weekend you occasionally went out for burgers. Guess room service would do tonight.

You: You have 25 minutes

After Lando came back and you had eaten dinner the both of you watched a movie to try and calm the brit down. The night flew by and Lando kept rambling about how he couldn't sleep and how nervous he was which you could understand, but you told him that he had nothing to worry about if he manages to drive as well as he did today.

"Trust yourself and trust the team. I'm gonna try and get some sleep now" You say and roll over to your side of the bed.

*

"We finished P7" keeps playing in your head.

He came into the race the happiest man on the grid, only to become the saddest at the end of it. Pain. Pain was all you could feel. Heartbroken. No one had checked on Lando after the post interviews as you, this time, paced back and forth outside his driver's room. People keep passing you and you see Charlotte gathering a few things over at the media team's desks where Hendrik is packing his camera bag. After a few minutes of having a whole monologue in your head about how you were going to approach this, you knocked on his door.

"Lando It's me," you say softly and he doesn't respond at first. You knock softly on the door again. "Lan-" without finishing his name he opens the door just a few centimeters. You could only see half of his face, but you saw that his gaze was turned to the floor.

"You'll get a ride back to the hotel by Daniel. I'm going with Charlotte" he snaps without looking me in the eye.

You stand there stunned by his words. You always left together. He made sure that you always left together.

"Sorry" he then says before closing the door.

"Uhm..," you stare at the door and then you shift your gaze to Charlotte and then back to the door again.

"I'm sorry but I can't let him do this"

"Just give him a few more minutes"

You and Charlotte say at the same time. You turn your head to her again. She gives you a halfhearted smile.

"I've told myself that too many times (y/n), he'll come out here in a few. I promise"

You nod and exhale deeply, walking over to the media team's area of the motorhome. You sit down, your body melting into the chair out of anxiety. Moments after you pull out your phone to see his tweet and Instagram post. Heartbroken. It was an understatement. "Fuck.." you mutter. Your thoughts get interrupted by Charlotte's humming.

"Hmmm-" you look up to meet her gaze.

"You're great to him, hope you know that. I know he wanted me to drive him back to the hotel, but I know what you're going through right now..., and I know I shouldn't be doing this, but here. He handed me this earlier." She hands me the car keys to his car and you take them from her hand thanking her quietly.

"He'll be alright," she says before patting me on the shoulder.

You sit there for 20-30 minutes before you hear sounds coming from his room. Most of the people had already left the motorhome as it was getting pretty late and traffic would soon hit the road. You hear him twisting the doorknob before coming out from his room and you look up from your phone. You don't know what to say when you meet his tired eyes and he bites his lip holding back the tears when he registers that it's you. You stand up from your seat walking over to him where he stood frozen in place. Your hands sneaking around his waist and his face finds your neck. You somehow manage to back him into his driver's room again and as soon as you close the door with your foot you feel how your neck is getting wetter and wetter by the second. Loud sobs echos in your ears and your heart sinks. Your right-hand finds his hair holding him close to your neck and your left hand supports his body to not fall to the ground right then and there. Here you stand with your best friend, who you rarely hug, him holding on for dear life as if you're going to leave him.

"Oh darling" you whisper and his sobs turns into full-on crying. "It's alright, it's alright, I got you. I got you" repeated to him and he kept crying. You could feel tears escaping from your eyes as you listened to him crying into your neck. Your cheeks were getting wet, but you refused to let out any sounds of crying. "I got you, Lando, I always got you"

"I know" he chokes out, trying to calm himself down, but failing miserably. That was it for you, that's when you started sobbing together with him.

Your fingers grasp his hair lightly for strength and he only starts crying harder when your lips meet the side of his head in a quick kiss as he feels your tears dripping down his neck. This was so unlike you and especially with him. You'd seen Lando cry once before and that was when he crashed his dad's car just after turning 18. It was funny to you how the man at the time could drive 300 km/h but barely a normal car.

"I hate hearing you cry" he whispers between sobs.

You're shaking your head trying to give yourself a few moments to calm down before you try to make him look at you.

"Likewise" you whisper and his forehead finds yours still not daring to look you in the eye. You let him rest like that for a few minutes before your hands cup his face making him look at you. The first thing you notice is how his eyes have lost their spark despite the glistening tears.

"(y/n), I could've won," he says and his voice breaks. A few more tears escaping from his eyes.

Your thumb is stroking his right cheek as you're slowly shaking your head.

"I'm just glad it ended the way it did instead of you hitting the wall-" you begin whispering and you feel yourself swallowing back a sob. "-or worse, not seeing you again" you wipe away his tears with your thumbs.

He finds your neck again.

"I would never leave my girl" he whispers, sealing the promise with a kiss on your neck.

[unfoundhoney]

being a member of the dream team ↠

↠ platonic!dream team x fem!reader ; fluff

↠ masterlist

you ↠

social media ↠

reputation ↠

you

my dear reader

are the internet’s sweetheart

everyone adores “that girl from the dream team” even if they don’t know much about you

your screen name is “okayy/n”

& you are an absolute ray of sunshine

you’re known for being a sunny presence & just being completely adorable

you’re kind & friendly & just such a great person ☺️

and you have three gremlins for best friends

everyone who meets you literally (not really but yeah kind of) falls in love with you

,,,,

there are many youtube videos

you’re anonymous & all your social media icons are fanart of your minecraft skin

you’re about a year younger than sapnap & the youngest of the dream team

(the other 3 didn’t know how old you were for a while after meeting you & when they found out they made a big scene then went back to normal like nothing happened lol)

you’ve been active online as a streamer since about mid-2019 & have been in dream’s youtube videos for about as long

you also post your own youtube videos but you’re more active on twitch

jokes ↠

i felt this was an important section to include

the biggest joke that came from you isn’t even one that you make

it’s other people who will be talking to you & just add “okay, y/n?” to the end

sometimes it doesn’t even make sense to say it but it’s for the lols

your designated minecraft item that you are obsessed with is watermelon

doesn’t even matter if you don’t like watermelon

your older username on everything was “okaymelon” for whatever reason & you pay homage by always having a much larger than necessary melon farm

thirdly: everyone says they’re dating you

this started bc there was this channel on youtube making videos trying to prove you were dating dream

(which would have been illegal at the time as you were only 17)

so then on one of your streams the boys

dream, george, & sapnap will henceforth be known as “the boys”

you were in a vc with the boys on a stream & they just all admitted to dating you

(dream) yeah, y/n & i are actually dating

(you, beginning to panic) NO we’re not, guys he’s joking-

(sapnap) oh yeah i’m dating y/n too

(dream) woah, that’s crazy dude

(george) guys, you’re not going to believe this, but i’m dating y/n as well!

(sapnap) no way!

(dream) what a coincidence!

now anytime you interact w/ anyone they say they’re dating you

also you’re an eret stan

you stan eret & you’re made fun of for it but you will not apologize

relationships w/ the boysᵗᵐ ↠

dream ↠

dream is like the obnoxious older brother you never wanted

i’m kidding

kind of

he is very annoying & makes fun of you for anything he can but it’s how he shows affection ok

you’re patient w/ him & his teasing because you know he cares about you

he just won’t admit it

he shuts down anyone who tries to flirt with you

during schlatt’s presidency, he joined a stream of yours for like three seconds to tell schlatt he’ll ban him again if he doesn’t stop hitting on you then left

annoying ✓

teasing ✓

protective ✓

fans: they’re siblings your honor

you are always there to defend dream when fans get dumb about trying to cancel him

captain of the dream defense squad, y/n l/n o7

as much as dream teases you, you two have e/o’s backs, no doubt

george ↠

sighs

look

if dream is the stereotypical mean older brother, george is the reliable older brother

your relationship is still very joking & friendly

but for serious things that you need advice on & the other two would probably make fun of you for, you can go to george

he’s not as protective as dream, but he will always be there for you

i mean, all three of them are protective of you because they know how men on the internet can be but like speaking generally y’know?

are you a george simp?

yes, duh, who isn’t?

you are unashamed to compliment him on whatever

if fans want to ship you that’s fine because you’re gonna hype up one of your best finds ok ٩(๑`^´๑)۶

he gets updates on the other two through you after you moved in together

you moved in w/ sap & dream @ the beginning of 2021 btw

you make double triple sure to always include george bc he can’t live w/ you 3 right now & you feel bad

he always reassures you it’s fine but still ಠ╭╮ಠ

you make him send you pictures of his pets

you will get pouty if he doesn’t

sapnap ↠

alright so these 3 idiots are your best friends

but it’s kind of pyramid type deal

like

dream & george are the foundation of the bff pyramid

& sapnap is the top

he’s just a little higher

bc even if he is mean to you for no reason all the time, you two are like best best friends

you’re closest in age to him & you talk all the time & have just gotten to be super close over the years you’ve known e/o

it’s all fun & games & he “bullies” or whatever

but if you (or he) ever really needed someone to talk to, he’d drop the act & you two could really just let it all out

it’s kind of weird how close you two got before he ever saw your face

like mans really hadn’t seen you at all prior to moving in together

speaking of faces!

you hype the hell out of sap whenever he uses a face cam

“look at you!”

“shut up.”

“you should use a face cam all the time!”

“shut. up.”

“you’re so handsome ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡”

“oh my god...”

he tried to act unaffected but he was red like (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑) (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑) (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)

overall ↠

you’re a gift to the mcyt community!

you’re an amazing person & everyone loves you

esp your three bffies!

even if they won’t own up to it o(╥﹏╥)o

more ↠

first meeting

on your period

[wandsandwheezes]

Inconspicuous | G.W

T/W // Ouid content, kissing and suggestive content but no actual smut it doesn’t even really get too spicy

Summary // 2.5k // Reader is Ron’s best friend and George is absolutely 100% in love with her and has been crushing for a while, Ron attempts to be inconspicuous and get inside info from his best friend for his brother but we all know how Ron is.

A/N - big surprise i’ve simped again and i’ve written yet ANOTHER George fic. massive thank you to @witch-and-a-half​ for her ADORBS request bc she has inspired me not only to write ouid content but ron content so i luvvv her sm🧡🧡

taglist; @weasleysflowr​ @theweasleysredhair​ @whiz-bangs78​ @hufflepuffgirly​ @sarcasticallywitty15​ 

If there was one thing that Ron wasn't good at, it would have to be subtlety. It was painfully obvious how much he liked Hermione to everyone else before he'd even come to terms with it himself. This all ran through George's head as he toyed with the idea of trying to get his baby brother to set him up. 'This is a terrible idea' he thought, but the words had already started spilling before he could stop himself. 

George watched you teaching his twin and Ginny how to play a muggle card game, something that you were disturbingly good at, so good that George was convinced you were using a charmed deck whenever you would play with friends or whenever you showed a card trick. The aspect of teaching a wizard to do a magicians trick was what made you love cards so much. "She's great isn't she." George mused. 

"I'd say so, just don't let her convince you that she hasn't charmed the deck," Ron laughs as he works on polishing his and Harry's broomsticks ready for the return of quidditch season. George's eyes snapped back to his brother, out of his trance. "Yeah, I'm surprised someone as great as her is still single." He hoped Ron would catch his drift but the ever oblivious boy shoved off the comment. "I know why she's single, She's great, a catch even and she's my best friend but, bloody hell, the guys she dates are such pricks." 

"oh…" George's heart sank a little, He knew this was a long shot trying to get his brother to set him up, because you and Ron were the closest thing to twins, besides sharing a womb. He thought maybe he could just grow a pair and ask you out himself but that seemed like such a bad idea to the poor boy. "Well, hypothetically, If she were to date someone who you already knew, say quite well, I'm sure you'd be happy for her, no?" 

Ron laughed a little, "I see you, trying to be Fred's wingman, test the waters and see how I'd react." George punches his brother's arm, shaking his head before dropping his voice to a whisper. "No, you blind bat, I mean me. I like her."

"why didn't you lead with that?" Ron goes to walk over to her, but George stops him in his tracks, pulling him back so they're standing in front of each other. "No, wait, wait, stop. You can't make it obvious like that." Ron sighs, rolling his eyes, "what do you suppose I do then?" 

"I'm not asking you to set us up or anything, just, I don't know? See if she's interested." Ron looks over to you, catching your eye, you smile over to the boys, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before instructing fred on a good game move. "I think you'd be good for her, looking at it."

"what do you mean by that?" he was prying now, "Her last relationship was, well, not brilliant. Ravenclaw guy, really stuck up and super uptight about everything, I swear he was a lousy git and didn't take care of her, but she was infatuated with him, god knows why." 

"I see, you know, I've had a crush on her since I was like 14 right?" Ron's jaw dropped, looking at his brother quizzically, "wow, I wouldn't have known." God, he was blind, if not blind, just blissfully unaware if what's going on around him. "Well, leave it to me, big brother!" 

There's been things George would do over the last few years, that to you were just small acts of kindness from someone you'd known your whole life; Picking up things you'd dropped, reaching top shelves, helping with hard potions papers, him teaching you how to smoke - but to him he's been flirting with you non stop. He'd never seen anyone or anything compare to your beauty. 

Later on in the evening George passed by you in the kitchen, hand pressed to the small of your back, he looked down at you with a smile, his whole stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies. You both stayed there a moment longer than usual. George's scent was heavenly, and you'd never admit it but it was a smell you knew you could get drunk off of. 

Ron noticed the interaction between you two, watching as George exited the room, to head out to join his twin in the shed for the evening's activities "Hey, Y/N mind helping me with the snacks, that is if you're joining George, Fred and I tonight ." you giggled, walking around the long table to join him, "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world, Ronniekins. What do you need me to do?" 

He instructed you in what snacks needed grabbing, packing them into a bag, ready for the night, making sure to grab some water and the blankets from the airing cupboard. "So, uh… How's things with Marc was it? Or Marv?" you rolled your eyes, "Let's not, god we haven't spoken at all this summer. At this point I think you'd make a better boyfriend than he ever will." 

He laughed, swinging the bag over his shoulder picking up the bottles, "Well, I may be unavailable romantically-" he starts, before you cut him off "and Emotionally." Ron rolls his eyes, with a huff, "Riiiight, however, George and Percy are always available." His eyes were scanning your face for a reaction, "Oh, Percy, my favourite!" you giggle, the sarcasm evident in your tone, you're gathering the blankets into your arms before you ponder on it. "Well, Not that you'd like to know, because he is your brother - but my god George smells amazing, I definitely would if I had the chance." 

"Blimey, Really, Y/N? That's fantastic!" Ron slips up slightly, he's fucked it, it's so obvious now and he tries to cover it up, but you're just as oblivious as he is most of the time. "Fantastic?" you prod, Ron was your best friend after all and you sensed something was up. "Oh, well you know how I feel about your taste in Men, I think George would be good for you, like you said, he is my brother I could always strangle him if he's a dick." You head out towards the shed, the bitter cold from outside making you glad you'd brought the blankets. "Like George would ever want to date me, Ron!" you laugh, pulling the blankets close to your chest. Ron laughs along with you, nervously but glad he hadn't blown his Brother's cover. 

"Evening Boys!" you chirp, closing the door to the shed quickly to try and salvage some warmth. "We come bringing gifts." Ron adds, swinging the bag down off his shoulder and onto the floor, "Actually, damn, I left the good shit in our room, George." Ron widens his eyes, seizing the opportunity to give you and George a moment together, "I'll come with you Fred, I want to grab my hoodie." you speak up, grabbing Ron's wrist before he leaves, "Can I borrow one please?" you pout up at him, he laughs shaking his head, jokingly brushing you off with a "No…" smiling a fake smile. 

Ron looks over to George, mouthing a 'she likes you' behind your back praying that you don't notice, pointing at you and making a heart with his hands before pointing then at George, like some really piss poor attempt at charades. George however takes the hint, moving a couple of the pillows on the sofa he's sat on so that you can join him. 

It wasn't as if it was awkward between you and George but, now you were alone together, you felt the new tension. A part of you had to admit that you were attracted to him, after all he looked incredible, muscly biceps, veiny forearms and big hands, his hair was still long, with an effortless wave to it. You already craved his scent, but did you crave him too? 

His eyes were on you, he couldn't help but fall a little harder every time he saw you in blue, it was his favourite on you. "You look beautiful," He spoke up, smiling at you "Blue really suits you." He tried to act casual but awkwardness seemed to be taking over, he was hardly able to express himself. "You know, you're not too bad looking yourself, George. What I would do for a man like you." you sigh, reminding yourself that you're returning to hogwarts single after yet another failed relationship. 

"Why want someone like me when you could always have the real deal." He joked, you scooted a little closer to him looking into his eyes, his hand rested on your knee as you moved in closer to him, his eyes were flicking between your lips and your eyes and for a moment you felt it. The Spark. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a quick kiss. 

It was enough for you to realise why Ron had been acting so weird and suddenly you'd realised just how hard you'd been crushing on the twin in front if you. He was truly phenomenal, you were about to lean in for a second kiss when the door swung open again. Ron and Fred return, the former, tosses a hoodie at you, "I couldn't find another one so Fred grabbed this off George's bed." 

"You don't mind, do you, Georgie?" you spoke innocently, looking into his eyes. The use of the nickname as it rolled off your lips, was enough for his stomach to be in knots, "Of course not, angel." He smiled softly, of course it had to be the navy one, he was growing frustrated but nevertheless he was playing into the innocence. Ron had told Fred about the plan to get you two together tonight, to which the older twin was elated, ready to see his brother shut up about being so lonely. 

You'd started the night early, meaning that by 11:30 you were all absolutely stoned, you'd ended up with your legs tangled with George's, and his thumb rubbing circles onto your thigh. You'd been pouting, asking him to help you with the bong. He was already whipped. The higher you both got, the less you both seemed to care that you weren't alone, George finally presses another a kiss to your lips. The small, gentle kisses, had turned into delicate touches, Ron notices just how close you both were to each other, oddly recognising that same feeling when he saw Dean kissing Ginny, but he wasn't sure if it was you or George he was meant to be protective of. 

You'd dozed off on George's chest, his fingers playing delicately with the ends of your hair, "I think we'll leave you two here then. I'm baked and ready for bed, what about you, Fred?" Ron looks over to his older brother who is taking a final hit, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Mmm, yeah I could do with some alone time to work on some products." he adds, the two boys gathering their things and heading swiftly out of the room, not before Fred winks at is twin, causing George to flip him off with a small laugh. 

You looked like an angel, asleep on his chest, he truly was In love with you, even if you weren't with him. He started to overthink, about what a life with you would be like, how beautiful you'd look underneath him, how you would take his breath away as you walked down the isle. He was more than head over heels, his full body was falling deeply in love with you, and yet a life with you was so close, he could taste it.

Only in your dreams did you ever imagine falling asleep on George's chest. Your fantasies of him being a gentle caring boyfriend, overwhelmed you. You hadn't really ever thought about how much you craved the smell, the touch and now the taste of a boy you'd known your whole life. You'd been searching for something perfect but it was always there for you at home, waiting for a moment with you. 

When you found yourself awake again, you'd noticed the other two boys had left, leaving you and George cuddled on the sofa, you didn't want to leave. He had you, hook, like and sinker and all he'd done is kiss you. "hello, sleepyhead," he joked, his hand rubbing small circles on your lower back. You smiled wide "Hi, Georgie," you murmured, still waking yourself up, you realise you're still quite high and looking into his bloodshot eyes you knew he was too. 

He drew you in for another kiss, but this time, he didn't hold back, his hand was pressed against your jaw, inticing you in more. Small pecks turned to longer kisses, causing you to swing your leg over his thighs so that you were straddling his hips. One of his hands were now on the small of your back, while the other had tangled in your hair, this move had meant that the kisses had now turned to a full make out session. The way you'd kissed each other was full of passion, and Merlin was George good with his lips, it was the best kisses you'd ever had. 

When things started to heat up, he stopped himself, he didn't want to treat you like a fling, something that happened when you were both high. "Wait, Y/N, I don't want this to be a one night thing. I want all of you, for well, as long as you want me."

Your heart sank when he'd pulled away and you thought that maybe he'd regretted doing this with you, you went to apologise before his words actually set in, did he actually want you? "You want to be with me?" you ask softly, your forehead pressed against his, hands still running through the hair at the back of his head. "More than you'll ever know," he admitted. "finding someone like you makes me the luckiest man alive."

You giggle, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Who would've known you were such a sappy man?" his arms wrap around your waist, flipping you over so that he was hovering over you, causing a laugh to rip through your vocal chords. "I can do less sappy and a bit rougher if you'd prefer" he murmurs suggestively, pressing kisses along your jaw, his hands traveling up your arms until your hands are pressed against each others, fingers lacing together.

This morning when you woke up, kissing George was the last thing on your mind, now it's the only thing you can think of doing. He said he was the lucky one but truly you felt luckier, you had someone who would do anything for you, and to think it was all Ron's (very capable) doing. 

On your wedding day, six or so years later, Ron thought it would be a good idea for his Man of Honour speech, to tell everyone the story of how he set up his best friend with his brother. The speech ended with you both in tears at how now his best friend was his Sister In law and that he was glad you finally found a decent taste in men.

[georgemackayhey]

Hotter Than Summer

a/n: Remember when I promised more NSFW stuff? Yeah so this is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written. Do Not interact with this is you're underaged. But if you're legal, have fun! 18+ only

w/c: 8k

───※ ·❆· ※───

Every year, you went on a trip with your family.

Your parents and siblings would cram into one car, and meet up with your neighbors in the countryside, under the same roof. A cabin that over looked a lake, that housed a forest, that wrapped all the way around to where you were.

You'd go in the dead of summer, when school let out. When the mosquitoes were rampant and the heat was crippling. You couldn't ever figure out what was so enjoyable about heading into the middle of no place to melt inside a rented home for a few weeks, but you went back each year. Of course, swimming in the lake was a blast and campefires at midnight were such fun. But that was mostly due to the fact that you got to spend such quality time with your favorite old neighbours.

Your fathers best university pal, and his wife only moved across the street when you were well into your high school career. But your dad was chuffed still to have his oldest friend one hop skip and jump away. Your mom was just as fond of the family, and soon you were sharing dinners and going to festivals and movies with them and their son, George.

When you met, you ignorantly assumed there was no way he wasn't a jock, or something equally as brain dead. No one with a face that pretty could possibly be smarter than a blade of grass.

But it wasn't long after they moved in, untill his parents asked you to show him around the school. And even though he was older and so vastly different from you, one morning, you found out George wasn't at all how you'd imagined. As you took him through the school halls, he went on and on about the theater program and marveled over your decently sized and poorly decorated library. He even thanked you for wasting your free break guiding him round to help him make sense of the schedule in his hands.

And after then, you had it bad. So that was precisely the reason you decided to steer clear. You gave small waves in the halls, and pretended not to scream internally when he sat next to you at lunch, every now and again. You went about your day pretending you were much more preoccupied with your other friends, and saved all your hopelessly romantic daydreams about George for your diary.

Until summer, of course. When you showed up to the cabin with your family and your siblings and some of their friends. George would be there, and you let yourself trail behind him like a puppy then. But he always asked for your company, really. He always dragged you to go swimming or to walk three miles to the nearest convenient shop for snacks. He'd sit next to you during rainy afternoon movie marathons and entertain all of your fireside ramblings.  

But it had been three years since you'd spent a summer in the cabin. Your last time was the summer after you graduated. George's last time was two years prior, and nothing had quite been the same since.

///

You knew he wouldn't be there, this year. You should have been off, just as well, drinking till dawn or whatever else college kids wasted evenings doing.

His parents were there, though, and spent at least a minute each hugging you hello. After then, you trekked through the familiar home, up to the room you always claimed as your own, and you pretended not to feel dramatically sad. And for the next week, you sat around the fireside with your siblings, and laughed at their dumb jokes. You swam in the lake all alone. And you listened to George's parents yammer on about how proud they were of all his latest and most admirable achievements.

The last day of your visit, you sat alone in the sun room with a book, but only used it as a fan while you reminisced of all the times you'd sat doing the same before.

"I don't know why we come here when it's this hot." You sighed across the table full of left over breakfast food. Your family had migrated toward the back garden to play volleyball, but you couldn't be bothered trudging through the heat.

"I've always wanted to come in the autumn, watch the leaves change, make better use of all this firewood." You never did, because that's when school started and holidays were left to plan in for insufferable days like now.

George's mother was setting a pitcher of spiked punch on the table, something she made every year you'd been old enough to enjoy in her company.

"You know, it's so funny you say that." She grinned, shooting you a bright glance as she moved to pour you a drink.

"Our Geogre will be home this fall and he was asking about heading up to the cabin." She began. You used your book fan with a little more vigour.

"We, unfortunately, won't be able to make that happen of course, with his father's job and my plans of travelling before snowfall." She rambled, the ice in her drink clinking as she raised it to her lips. Your family's laughter rang muffled from beyond the glass wall of windows that made up the breakfast nook. And the heat, like a blanket over you. Like a pool you stayed trapped drowning in.

"You know- you kids should come here on your own! You're plenty old enough now to handle that responsibility and you always were such good friends. I bet Georgie would just love that." His mother's smile was audible in her tone and beaming from her face. You tried not to gawk at her, not to scrabble to sit straight. You casually lowered your leg from the arm of the chair and looked to the woman with a turn of your head.

"Oh I don't know, do ya think-"

"Yes, yes!" She interrupted with a furrowed brow like this was very serious. "I'm meant to call him later. I'll pass the idea along for you, love."

With a soft grin, her mind was made up. You shrugged, hoping it would make her believe you wouldn't be let down either way. But you'd never wanted anything more.

///

She got through to George, and apparently, according to his mother, he very excitedly accepted the plans. You weren't too sure that was entirely true, but you couldn't help but do a little happy dance behind the closed doors of your cabin bedroom. It was always as you left it, green quilt, matching rug, and the few framed albums you hung to make up for the bland wallpaper.

You left it, thrilled by the thought of returning in two months, and stayed glued to your phone till then. Geogre was meant to text you when the time crept nearer for your roughly made plans to become a little more organized.

You weren't sure what you were so excited for. He'd probably bring a girl, or a least mention one. There was no way he didn't have his pick of dozens vying for his attention. Still, the idea of spending a weekend in the cabin in such close quarters with your old crush was thrilling.

///

He texted you a month before you ended up planning to stay, and your exchange was jarringly short. George shot you a date and time. You agreed. Then he asked if you minded if a couple of his friends tagged along. And of course, you didn't. And that was that.

The summer dragged on, and at the first sign of autumn in the air you practically had all your bags packed.

When the time came, you gave your family quick goodbyes and arrived to the cabin a couple of hours early. The air was crisp, and the lake looked cold from your safe distance away. You breezed through the thin fog and smiled to yourself when you stepped into the place.

Everything was just how you'd left it. There were even still a few notes tapped to the refrigerator. You moved through the wooden structure and noticed how high the ceilings were for the first time in a while. And after washing a few sheets, and sorting out some of the food you'd brought for dinner, your solitude was interrupted.

There was a rattle at the door, and when it opened your heart stopped. He was here. George was all grown up. You hadn't seen him since the last time he came out here with the lot of you, the summer after he graduated. Years had passed, and now his hair was a little longer. He was a little leaner, a little taller, maybe. His nose was reddened by the cold but his smile was familiar. You tried not to gape at him and the way he seemed like an actual supermodel while he rested his bag by the door and looked to you, his grin growing wider.

"Hello, stranger." You smiled.

"Y/n!" He called with outstretched arms. You abandoned your place at the stove to accept his embrace and prayed he wouldn't be able to feel your quickened heartbeat.

"George." You beamed. Because he was your friend. At least, he had been once. His smile remained as he wrapped a strong arm around your middle and mumbled a hello right in your ear.

"Where are all your friends, then?" You cleared your throat, trying everything to keep your cool. Did he really have to speak so low in your ear? This weekend might prove to be incredibly awkward...

"Ah, yeah, one cancelled and the other might just as well. He said he'd keep me updated." George winced, running a hand across the back of his neck. "Hope you don't mind boring old me?"

"Of course not." You produced a chuckle. "I'm just making dinner."

And just like that, it felt like old times. George took over the kitchen for a bit, while you bickered over spices and seasonings. And in between stirring up an evening meal, George tucked his bags away in the room he'd always stayed in, and came back to help you set the table.

Conversation never lost its steady pace. George asked you about your budding life after highschool. He asked what you were doing for money and what you dreamed of doing for good. He laughed at some of your best stories and started to trade some of his own.

You'd always felt a bit intimidated by George, but worse now than ever before. He was musing about Hollywood and rambling about his life on movie sets. You nodded along, and watched George's pretty structured face light up as he spoke of his dreams and how some of them had come true.

When you'd finished dinner, your nerves really started up. Here the two of you were, all alone for the first time, maybe ever. There was always someone else near by in your knowing each other. Whether it be here, back home, or at school. You weren't sure how to handle all the empty space, so to occupy your time, you started a fire in the den. It was a cozy little room where everyone usually spent movie nights curled up on the small sofa. You liked to come here to read, when the sun shone brightly through the picture windows.

But it was dark now, and the fire was small. So you stuck nearby to help make it grow and wondered why you and Geogre were here. You wondered if his friend would ever show. You wondered if he'd ever really invited anyone at all.

"I brought beer, but there was some rum stashed away," George spoke himself into the room, holding a bottle and a glass in hand. He held each out to you, offering you take your pick. You picked the rum and thanked him for thinking you might've wanted a choice.

"I think I know you pretty well after all this time." George grinned, sitting on the floor in front of the fire. You were stood there, watching the flames flicker higher, and it took an internal debate for you to sit at his side. Were you making things weird or had they been weird on their own? Just moments ago you were mulling over how normal everything felt. Yeah, must'a just been you.

"I dunno," You huffed as you crossed your legs. "I've changed a lot since the days we used to tolerate each others company."

"Tolerate?" George chuckled. "We both know half our stays in this cabin were made most enjoyable by all the times we band together. We always had such fun."

"We did. Do you think we're too old now to have fun, this time around?" You asked, taking a sip of the rum he offered you. George stalled for a beat, like he was really considering the answer to your question. And then he looked at you and shook his head.

"I hope not." His lithe grin made your throat go dry. So you finished off your rum and stood for a refill. When you settled back in the den, George was halfway through his beer, and you got to talking about life again. He told you the scariest stories of his time away, and you reminisced about some of the traumas of life you and Geogre had been caught up in together when he was only one house away. George went for another beer, and you stayed watching the fire steadily burn.

He returned in silence and the quiet lingered for a long while, with both of you fixated not the flames.

"Remember when you said you'd let me stow away in your luggage when you left, so I could skip out on my physics finale?" You laughed into your drink.  You felt George's eyes turn to search for your own, but you were still too deep in thought. "I failed that quiz, George. You were supposed to be my way out of this town."

"Hmm." George took a swig of his beer as you finished your second glass of rum. "Maybe that's why I've come back."

"That's rich." You chuckled and pointed a look to George. You couldn't hold back your nervous breaths of laughter now. Because he was watching you. His sea blue eyes seemed to search your face. You never recalled a time he looked at you with such undivided attention.

"What's so funny?" George rose a pale brow, taking another sip of beer. And as the answer formed on your lips, you blamed the rum entirely for your lack of critical thinking.

"I used to have the biggest crush on you." You admitted, turning a glance to George. His gaze had yet to break from your face, but you swore his smile grew ever so slightly. He furrowed his brow and shot you a sidelong look, like he didn't believe what you were saying.

"I did!" You laughed, the voice in your head reprimanding you for being so bold, as the words kept pouring out of your mouth. "You were my older, smoking hot neighbour boy. It was all very cliche but true." You shrugged. A blush burnt your cheeks and your mind suddenly caught up with your actions and you'd started to regret everything that had just transpired.

You mumbled a weary curse as you ducked your head away, hoping George wouldn't go on embarrassing you too much about this. You really hadn't planned to out yourself on the first night of your staying here with him. You hadn't planned to ever tell him that.

But George wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at you, like he had been. Like he was trying to figure you out. His eyes travelled from your face to search the reset of you. You watched George's gaze roam across your build while you tried not to combust in a self conscious worry. But the strange tension was too much not to break.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" You feared, hiding your bashful grin by lifting the nearly empty glass of rum to your lips.

"Because you're beautiful." George grinned, laughing a little like this was some big obvious fact.

"You're just tipsy." You shook your head, pointing to his empty bottle of beer and its half full replacement.

"No, you're just beautiful. You always have been." His tone grew more serious. You dared to catch his eye. The flames from a foot away were reflected in his gaze, and something else too. His eyes flicked away from yours to land on your lips. And his parted ever so slightly. If you hadn't dared to glimpse at his mouth, you wouldn't have noticed the way his jaw slacked.

His eye caught yours again and you realized he was moving closer. George was leaning in and your heart was beating a mile a minute and the fire seemed hotter than the dozen summers you'd wasted away here before.

His lips brushed yours before anything, and neither of you moved for a moment. His warm breath ghosted across your face and all your dreams seemed to suddenly come true as his mouth closed against yours.

Slowly, your lips started moving together. But they moved in perfect time, like they were made for it and waiting for this day to come true. George kissed you with a little more intent, as you kissed him back like you'd never get the chance to again. Because you had never once believed anything like this would happen with George. Maybe he was just tipsy. Or lonely. Or bored. You didn't care. You started to believe he had at least a little bit of actual interest in you, with the way he leaned closer and pressed his grip into your side. His tongue brushed against yours as his fingers started creeping closer to your chest. You wondered if he could feel your heart beating like a drum, and if his hand would ever reach its destination. You kissed him hard as encouragement, and he let out the sweetest whimper that would have made your eyes roll if they were open.

And then there was a knock at the door.

"Shit." You let out another nervous laugh, pulling away and catching your breath. You thought George's friends had all cancelled.

"I'm- I'm sorry." George shook his head, swiping hand at his lips and furrowing a brow at another knock on the door.

"Don't be?" You searched George's eyes for a moment and hoped he knew what you were asking. You hoped he watched as you hurried away. Had that really just happened? Had you just been bold enough to do the thing you'd wished of doing since sometime in high school? Was all the gentle passion in his kissing you back fueled by the drinks? Or had he really meant it?

The knocking kept on as you drifted closer. Geeze, for someone who wasn't sure about coming, they sure seemed excited to be here in the middle of the night. You adjusted yourself on the way to unlock the door, and tried not to blanch when you saw who was on the other side.

"Hi kids!" George's mother beamed, a bag in her arms. "My trip got cancelled and your folks weren't busy so we figured we'd come surprise you!"

The group of parents shuffled through the door. Your father toted a bottle of whiskey and your mother held a stack of films in her grasp. They each hugged you, and you scrambled to steady your tone.

"What a treat." You laughed through your teeth. The change in the pace of your evening could have given you whiplash.

"Oh, it's just like old times!" George's mother squealed, finding her son shuffling toward the kitchen to find what all the commotion was about.

"I suppose so." He grinned, accepting his mothers embrace and nodding as she explained that his father was too busy with work to crash the party. With all the tender sweetness you'd fallen for over the years, George said he understood but greeted his mother with kindness all the while. And as your parents rushed to pass hugs his way, George caught your eye. You wanted nothing more than to ask about the question in his gaze. But you feared your weekend with George wouldn't be as you'd once dreamed, like always.

///

You were glad to sit around the dying fire with your family. His mother's laugh was music to your ears. Your father's jokes had George doubled over with laughter. Your mother mused over and over about how glad she was for this surprise getaway.

And you couldn't be too upset, because you relished every moment you got to spend like this. Usually, this cabin was an escape, a place you could come without a care in the world. But now, there was a nagging little worry tumbling around your head, as everyone sat dragging the night on. Loose plans for the next day were made, talk of enjoying nature and making use of the big kitchen. You said something about sleeping in, because that was a rare occasion in your life these days. And here was a place where your wishes were supposed to be granted.

Your mother was the first to head to bed. The other adults decided to as well, but not before recruiting George to help clean up the kitchen neither of you had been very worried about taking total care of earlier in the evening.

You trudged up the stairs and took your turn in the shower, after wishing your mother a lovely night's sleep. She kept walking to the end of the hall, where she and your father enjoyed the best view just overtop of the forest of trees all around you.

While you washed up for the evening, your mind raced in every direction. What had just happened? And what was going to happen now? You'd been through all sorts of unexpected events with George, growing up. But never anything remotely close to... whatever this was. So far, this wasn't at all how you'd envisioned your long-awaited autumn visit in the countryside.

George's mother was soon making her way to bed too. She passed by as you opened the bathroom door and paused to give you a kiss on the cheek. You wished her goodnight and started your creep toward your own room. Before you could get there, George was walking with your father up the stairs, sharing chatter about a sports game from last year.

"Alright well, I'm off to clean up before bed." Your father noted, ruffling your hair on his way past. "Unless you need in here, George." Your father spun and pointed. There was another half bath downstairs, but the one on the second floor was the only one completed with a big shower and a separate tub.

"Ah, just holler when you're finished and I'll have a turn." George nodded as your father spun back toward the loo wishing you goodnight. You caught George's eye as you started back to your room, and prayed the creaking of the floorboard behind you were his footsteps and not just another one of your daydreams.

Sure, and strangely enough, a set of fingers curled around your wrist before you passed through your doorway.

"I believe we have some unfinished business." His voice muttered over your shoulder. Holy shit. How was this happening?

You didn't have time to waste questioning any longer. You only pulled George into the room you'd come to call your own, and shut the door with a gentle click that wouldn't cause any unwanted attention. No sooner than you had, George was on you.

His lips captured yours in a flash, like you'd been lost at sea and were only just being reunited. You threw your arms around his neck and barely held back a shocked giggle when George pulled you flush against him. You could have spent forever this way, in George's strong embrace, sharing the same breath.

He kissed you dizzy and spun you toward the wall. His hands found your chest at long last and he sighed against your mouth as you pulled him closer best you could. His hips pressed into yours and his hand trailed down your front, till his fingers stalled at the button of your sleep shorts.

"Can I?" He asked in a husky breath, looking right at you. You raised a brow, and gave him a nod, only just attempting to catch your breath. You could hardly believe it. But you'd never been more sure. George kept an eye on you for a beat, as you pressed your teeth to your lower lip. And when his hand started to move, you couldn't help but smile.

"Do you have any idea how badly I've always wanted to do this?" George asked, breathing in your ear as his hand disappeared below the fabric of your shorts. "For how long I've dreamed of having my way with you?" A shiver shot through you as he nipped at your neck. It was all very overwhelming. His word. His lips. His fingers, steadily starting to trace all the right places.

"Holy shit, George." You whined, gripping his shoulder for support from melting into a puddle on the floor.

"What? Am I doing alright?" He asked in a snide way, keeping his mouth pressed below your ear, and pressing his fingers against you with more vigour. Your breath caught at the feeling and George hummed happily against your throat.  His fingers travelled further, deeper, till there was no place left for them to go. And when he set his digits into motion, you couldn't help but let out a noise, a small broken cry that tore George's focus from your neck right to you. His fingers stopped moving and his free hand reached your jaw. He held your face in his grasp and seemed to stall a question on his lips. Then with a breath, George asked,

"You're not gonna keep quiet are you?" At the same moment he'd decided your reaction, his fingers started moving again, and his hand that held your jaw moved to cover your mouth.

"Still try, darling, this cabin isn't very big you know?" George grinned, putting his fingers to good use. Your eyes rolled back, and tried as you might, another cry escaped your throat when George picked up his pace. His one hand stayed firm over your mouth as he worked you up and whispered sinful encouragement in your ear. When you could barely feel the floor under your feet, a noise came from the hall. A knock on a distant door.

You groaned as George stalled, and chuckled at your disappointment. His free hand slid down to your throat and his fingers gently curled around there as his eyes watched yours. From behind your door and down the way you heard your father.

"George! Showers free. And don't forget to see your alarm. We're still hiking at dawn!"

You could have cried, really, when you realized your night of fun was halted till further notice. George slipped his fingers from your shorts as you sucked in a breath and let it out like a sigh.

"Don't worry love," George cooed. "I plan on taking good care of you... eventually." The fingers he'd been using found their way to your mouth. You watched his pretty blue eyes flutter as you wrapped your lips and swirled your tongue around his knuckles. You swore he almost reconsidered his leave. But then George straightened and backed away with a clenched jaw and a smile on his lips.

"Get some rest. We're hiking in the morning!" He announced with a wink as he reached for the handle of your door.

"Oh, fuck you." You grinned, feeling empty and full of fire all at once.

"With any luck." George said, before shutting the door behind him.

///

"It's too high!" You worried, searching for a broad rock to step down onto. You and your family had found yourselves at the top of the trail that wound through the forest. But had decided to take a different route back down, around the lake.

"Here look, step there." George spoke up, from the bottom of the path that was broken up. He pointed to a patch of dirt you envisioned crumbling the moment you relied on it. Your mother tutted, and moved past you to take George's advice. Your lovely neighbour extended his hand to your mother who managed her way to safety with his help. Your father followed, helping George's mother, until you were the last one left.

They all stared up at you as you bit your nails and mulled over your game plan.

"Right- we're walkin' on. Get her off, George." Your father waved and turned to follow your mother and George's, who were already ahead gossiping about some tv show. You struggled to hide your blush as Geogre shifted his weight and grinned up to you.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Obviously." You pointed. George reached out, and you held your breath, and stepped where everyone else had. George's hand was strong, but your prediction came true. As you balanced your weight on the patch of dirt, it began to give way. But George was there. He swept you away with ease and balanced you on both feet on the same level of ground as him.

"Did you just want me to save you all along?" George mused, keeping his arms snug around you as you stood.

"Come on." You bit back a smile and pushed George to lead the way, noticing your folks posed for a self at the opening of a man-made bridge.

You all walked on, till you spotted a weather-worn gazebo near the opening of the lake. The sun was unusually bright for the seasons, though a chill balanced in the air. Your gang stalled to rest in the small enclosure and laughed about the adventure you'd been on, and how none of you had ever realized this little nook was out here in all the years you'd been staying right around the bend.

George's mother was the first to head in, saying something about a midday nap. You didn't blame her. You all really had risen with the sun to enjoy the trails before a late lunch. Your mother was next to leave, mentioning just that. Her plans to make a big ridiculous afternoon meal that would likely count as some kind of dinner,  too. Your father followed after her, paranoid about the trek from out of the woods alone.

George stayed and shot you a look as you watched everyone walk away, and turn around the lake. And for a moment, you just talked. Like how you always used too. About life and death and everything in between. All while each pause between topics grew long and heavy.  Soon, you rose from the bench, tired of sitting, but excited to find yourself lingering out here in the sole company of the man you'd been dreaming of keeping all to yourself.

"Do you prefer it here in the summer, or now?" You wondered aloud, because you really wanted to know. The area you'd come to know so well seemed like a different world in the cold.

George followed your ambling, back down the skinny trail from where you'd just come. He waited to respond until he stepped to face you and stalled your meander.

"Now." George smiled, searching your eyes and pushing his nose against yours. The action made your heart flutter and your fists curl in the pockets of your jacket. Then he kissed you so tenderly, like you'd kissed thousands of times before and he was used to the sensation. You, however, were still dazzled by it. Your hands flew up and clung to the jacket he'd left unzipped. You kissed him back like this was your last chance to prove how badly you'd always wanted too. At your fervour, George snaked his arms around you. One of his hands tangled in your hair as his other trailed to your backside.

You had no excuse to hold back your pleased sighs, as George pressed against you, digging his fingers into your thigh and pulling it nearer to his hip. Your own hands started to wander, right between his legs. George let out a groan as you pressed your palm against his tight jeans, and you thought of doing it again just to hear his reaction. But you had something better in mind.

You broke your kiss and grabbed both of George's hands. He watched as you dragged him a little deeper into the green, and fell against a wide tree when you pushed his toward it.

When you started to fiddle with his belt buckle and bend your knees, George flushed and gapped at you.

"Here?" He asked with a nervous grin, looking much more innocent and shy than he'd appeared last night. Maybe ever.

"Would you rather trade bakewell recipes, George?" You asked with a snicker, sitting back against your heels and peering up to him. "We really don't have to, though." You spoke again with a serious nod, making sure he knew you really didn't want to do anything he didn't want to. But damn, you really wanted this.

"I'd really like if we did." George swallowed, and your grin stretched back to life. "I was just surprised is all."

"Why? Don't you think I'd like to show you as good a time as you started to show me last night?" You unzipped his trousers and kept your gaze fixed to George.

"I promise to make it up to you." He breathed as you started to pull at his boxers.

"You already are." You assured, just before the time for talk had ceased. Your mouth had better things to do.

When George lost his fingers in your hair, and tugged, you were motivated to deepen your interaction. Then you got to hear the way George whined and hissed and cursed your name under his breath. Even if you could reach your free hand to his lips, you couldn't dream of keeping George quiet. His sounds were the sweetest encouragement you'd ever known.

You stayed on your knees until your efforts paid off. Then you helped George pull his trousers back in shape as you rose to meet him, and were pleasantly surprised when he grabbed your face and kissed you. But when his hand started to trail below your waste you broke your kiss and shook your head.

"We don't have time." You sighed, brushing back some of George's unkempt blonde waves.

"But-" His perfect pale brows furrowed and his thumb brushed your cheek.

"It's okay. We'd better get going." You nodded. George nodded too, but then stole another quick kiss. It made you wonder what this was about. It made you wonder what George thought of you, and what he thought of you with him. You didn't let yourself wonder long. The sky was starting to darken with clouds. So you brushed the dirt from your knees and let George lead the way back to the cabin, biting back your broad grin every time he turned to make sure you were close behind.

///

The next morning was spent lazing about the breakfast table as a drizzle locked you all in. Your parents were each still in the kitchen, arguing over cinnamon rolls and other breakfast treats.

"I always wanted to come here to watch the leaves change." You piped up, setting a steaming coffee mug to the side, with your gaze stuck out the rain covered window. George sat by your side, with his head in the crook of his elbow on the table.

"We must have come too early in the year." You sighed, searching for a glimpse of orange or yellow in the distance. All you saw was brown and green against a dull grey sky.

"Well," George spoke up, quietly so. You lowered your eyes to find his, and fixated on his small grin. "That just means we'll have to come back."

"Yeah?" You hesitated to ask. What had he meant? Why had he said so? George only rested his hand on your thigh below the table, tracing patterns on your knee with his thumb. You kept your gaze on him and realized you had fallen hard and fast.

You'd always had it bad for George, but with all this new and very exciting attention he'd been giving you, it was game over. You'd thought of nothing but George each night you fell asleep one room over. Your heart practically leapt out of your rib cage every time you caught his eye across the room, since the beginning of the weekend.

But you didn't understand it. Neither of you talked about what you'd done or mentioned doing anything quite like it again. You just waited up in empty halls and hoped he'd come around the corner in the least suspicious amount of time possible.

But today was hard. Today you couldn't sneak out in the woods, or around the corner. You were trapped in by rain, and if you and George snuck behind closed doors there wouldn't be a question as to why, and that would be utterly embarrassing.

So you sat across from George as your father rallied everyone around an old tattered board game. You caught George's eye as your parents bickered over game rule, and wondered what he was thinking as his pretty blue gaze locked on yours.

When you followed your mother's instructions to go and find a stack of movies in her room, George's mother shuffled off to go make snacks. So your favourite pretty blonde said something about taking a shower, and followed as you trekked up the stairs. But no sooner than you found the stack of movies, and George lingered outside of the bathroom did your father spin into the hall in search of his glasses.

You and George only got to share a look before he shut the bathroom door, and your father recruited you to help in his hunt.

As you all curled up for a movie marathon, Geogre helped you pour everyone a drink. While he reached for a set of glasses, he sneaked past you with one hand grazing your lower back for as long as he could get away with.

And when your parents took residence on the love seat and his mother kicked back in the chair, you and George were left to make the floor comfortable. You dumped all the extra blankets in front of the coffee table and sat a few inches away from George while some romcom played on. It was almost painful, how close he was without being able to reach out. What a strange turn of events.

His mother fell fast asleep by the second film, and your parent's dozed off by the third.

And as the last film played on, you felt George's hand creeping closer to yours. His fingers fit between your own, and his thumb brushed against your knuckles every now and again, as you sat holding hands.

You hadn't really seen that coming. You hadn't known what to expect of this whole thing with George, but an innocent lasting touch wasn't it. All the questions you'd always wondered were louder and scarier as the movie dragged on.

And when it was over, George walked you up the stairs. You kept quiet as not to wake your parents, and watched as he moved in the dark. When he stalled in the doorway of your room, you gazed up to him with a pushed in brow. Then he kissed you. Just a gentle, lingering peck. He left you in your doorway with that, and you stayed up staring at your ceiling wondering why.

///

Your parents left the next morning. They hadn't planned too. But your father got a call from work and since they'd all arrived as a group they decided to leave that way. You had awoken early and found yourself staring at the pages of a book when your mother bustled down the stairs to let you know.

"We'll see you kids at the start of the week!" George's mother waved on her way out of the door. She hoped you'd both enjoy the last day of the weekend in the cozy little place you'd always come back to.

Your parents scrambled to pack their things and followed her out of the door in a dazed rush, rambling about how they wished they didn't have to leave as they headed to the door.

Just like that the cabin was quiet, more so than you'd ever noticed, even when you'd been the only one creeping through the halls. You had no idea what to expect. You didn't want to get your hopes up. And you didn't want to make this already strange situation even weirder. So you took to doing the dishes at the sound of your parents peeling out of the gravel drive. You scrubbed every plate and focused on every soap bubble to stall time as you thought up what to say.

One of you had to say something, right?

When the staircase finally creaked, you'd finished the leftover dishes and were nearly done sorting the last of them away. George stretched into the room, looking around to realize the cabin was missing your surprise guests.

"Dad got called into work. You just missed telling everyone goodbye." You shrugged, meeting George's eye for a moment before you spun to put the last dish away. You listened as he softly floated toward the space you occupied yourself.

"So I finally get you all to myself then?" George seemed to really ask. He looked tired, still. But there was a gentle smile on his face, some kind of hopeful glaze painted over his features. George reached out to you, both of his hands softly holding your face. He peered at you, searching your features as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

"You really wanna spend the rest of this weekend with me?" You wondered, ducking your head as a twinge of fear started to take hold. But Geogre straightened your gaze once more, he made you look at him as he chose his words.

"I'd like to spend much longer than just this weekend with you," He spoke gently like every word was precious. You couldn't possibly think of what to say. You could only smile. You grinned without holding back and watched as George shut his eyes and kissed you.

You kissed him back and decided the pouring rain was cause enough to start a fire. George trailed behind you on your mission to throw a few logs in the fireplace. When you turned from sparking a flame, you watched George settle onto the floor that was still a mess with blankets and pillows from last night's movie marathon. He reached up to you, fingers moving from their latch on your wrist to press into your sides as he pulled you right into his lap.

Just like that his arms were around you and his mouth opened against yours. The fire was nice, but the warmth coming from George was heavenly. You moved your kisses to his neck, relishing the way his pulse beat under your touch. You trailed your lips back across his jaw until you were kissing him again, and dissolving in his strong hold.

You held his face in your hands as your mouths moved together, and only released your grasp to raise your hands over your head as George lifted your sweater up and away. His kisses trailed across your exposed skin, to the swell of your breasts, while his fingers managed to unclasp your bra. With your knees on either side of his hips, you rocked against George, feeling more desperate for his touch than ever.

"Are you sad your friends ditch you?" You asked in a breath with a smile and George was busy pressing his tongue to your skin. You felt him smile, and the warmth of a chuckle escape him.

"Are you glad our parents came and ruined our chances of spending the whole weekend this way?" George shot back, as you pulled his shirt away. You rolled your eyes and pushed George back against a stack of pillows, reaching for his belt. You laughed as he kicked his trousers away and pulled you down for a kiss, like he couldn't fathom parting from you for a second.

You spent a while wrapped up in his tangled limbs- kissing him, trailing your fingers against his burning skin, rocking against each other while the last of your layers kept you from doing what you really wanted.

"You know, I always had a crush on you, too." George propped himself up on both elbows as you'd started to pull his boxers away. You paused your mission for a moment to look at him. His half-lidded gaze and the mess of his hair. The marks starting to darken on near his throat, from you. He was more beautiful each new time you caught a glimpse, it seemed.

"Sentiment not required, but appreciated." You grinned as George sat up, free of the last of his clothes, reaching to free you of your own with his sea blue eyes on yours all the while.

"I did." He rose a brow, and something about his confirming so made your heartache, as it already beat like a drum. You brushed back his tousled waves and searched George's face for approval. He blinked up at you, totally enraptured. You could have stayed in this paused state forever and you swore he might have been content, too. But you couldn't wait any longer. You'd waited long enough.

When you lowered yourself into George's lap, you watched his eyes close and his jaw slack. A sigh escaped his lips, like he was totally relieved. And not just by the pressure you'd both felt now, but by the build-up of this whole weekend. Like something from very deep within him was finally settled. You might have laughed a little at that state of him if you weren't feeling the same. You'd never felt so safe. A strange word for a time like now, but the only word that seemed to fit.

Neither of you moved for a while. At first, you'd focused on settling into the feeling. Then you became totally distracted, brushing back George's hair and peppering his face with kisses. His hands stayed loose around your sides and his nose nudged your own in a way that made your heart sing.

"As much as I love this, I really would like if you moved a little, dove." George cooed in your ear and kneaded his fingers into your hips hoping you'd get the hint.

So you did what he said, and rolled against him. George kept his grip firm as he let out one of those melodious groans of his. You picked up the pace then, not daring to hold back your own hums as George's eyes opened to find yours.

You shared another kiss as you found your rhythm, but couldn't keep it up for long. Your lips parted but lingered close to his when you couldn't hold back a broken cry.

George wrapped an arm around your middle and moved swiftly to lay you down. You watched as he loomed over you and searched your features like he did the first night here. You were in the same place as you had been when you confessed your stupid crush. And you were in the same spot you had been when he kissed you for the first time. And when he closed the distance between you once more, it felt better than ever.

You pressed your heels into his back and tried to tell him how fucking great he was at this, but incoherent mumbles were all you could manage.

"That good, huh?" George strained, barely getting the words out himself. But the little laugh that followed his statement seemed easy and sweet. As if you weren't feeling enough, your heart threatened to burst. Everything felt near bursting, actually.

"It's okay, baby." His saccharine voice rang in your ear as he somehow pushed you deeper into the mess of blankets. "It's just you and me now, and you feel so fucking good. You can let go now, love. I wanna feel you to let go."

He could have kept up talking that way and you'd fall to pieces in no time. But when his hand travelled below your stomach you nearly k.o'ed. Between the things he spoke just to you, the way he paused talking to curse a little, and the rhythm of his hips against yours, it didn't take long until you came undone. He kept you pinned in place until you nearly couldn't see straight until it seemed he couldn't either. When it was all said and done, neither of you moved for a moment. You were less irked by the fact you could have been doing that all weekend, and more moonstruck by the reality that it'd happened at all.

///

It wasn't long before you decided to get cleaned up, but it took awhile to get to the bathroom. George stopped you in the hallway to do everything over again, somehow better than the first time. He stopped you from finding clean clothes to pin you to the bed you'd called your own. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he made his way between your thighs, and made you forget all about doing anything else for the rest of the evening.

And when you finally made it to the bathroom, he followed you into the warm bath. But there, you only relaxed. The water soothed your aching muscles, and the whiskey your dad left behind was passed over the bubbles as you and George sat together till the water grew cold. You talked as you cleaned yourself up, about things you'd always talked about before. You watched as George changed into a pair of joggers you recognized from days gone by. You let him wrap you up in a towel and hold you close in the steam-filled bathroom, and you decided it was paradise.

Your night went on like normal. Like most nights had, in the cabin. You made dinner, and joked about the time your siblings nearly burnt the place down making cookies during a heatwave. And after you ate, you left the dishes for another day, like always. Then you followed George to the den, and watched as he turned the telly on to some slasher marathon. Your autumn dreams were alive and well, as you curled up on the sofa at his side.

You stayed happily tucked against him, one arm and leg across his frame. One of his strong arms nearly pulled you on top of him in an effort to cuddle close as possible. You nuzzled your face into his neck when something especially upsetting flashed across the screen. And eventually, the comfort of his secure hand splayed across your head, and his other arm holding you firmly in place, sent you into the most peaceful sleep you must have ever slipped into.

///

"Wake up, love."

Your eyes were heavy, and your limbs ached. The blankets felt so warm in the morning cold, and George's breath tickled your ear.

"My darling, wake up." He said again, tracing a finger along your jaw as your eyes fluttered open.

"M'up." You sighed, focusing on George's pretty face, his brilliant blue eyes and the easy smile on his full lips. You realized he wasn't curled close, but kneeling at your side like he'd been up for a while now.

"Come and see." His smile widened as he grabbed your hand and tugged you to stand. You pushed in your brows and only sat up so quickly because of George's unusual excitement. He kept your hand in his and dragged you across the room to the fog tinted windows. What time was it? George moved you to the clearest view, and snaked his arms around your middle from behind.

You rubbed your eyes and looked. And past the mist, you saw the trees. Among the usual green and grey, you saw spots of dark red and orange starting to appear. The further you looked the more colours you noticed, and then you realized George had noticed before you.

"Now we know." He mumbled in your ear, as you tore your gaze from the stunning view to look over your shoulder. George really did get prettier with every glance. And now you knew, indeed. You knew how he felt, and you knew you'd get to go home with him as more than neighbours. You knew the perfect time to come back to this cabin, too, when the colours were brightest and the fire's warmth would be most coveted. And you knew George would come back with you. The only thing you weren't sure of was which room you'd stay in together, in all the years to come.

───※ ·❆· ※───

[wyntulips]

yes i’m thinking of quackity and george’s friendship and that one vod that made me especially interested in their dynamic

it was quackity’s stopping wilbur from destroying l’manberg stream until they were done with all the rp and it was just tubbo and george in the call with him.

i felt like this stream was where both were really interacting w each other and while they’ve been in calls together before, it’s usually with a large group and we don’t really get to see just both of them having a convo i guess. plus this stream is soso underrated and was when i really thought “wow i really wanna see more of them hanging out! it probably won’t happen though haha” and then it did

they started hanging out more and more along with karl forming the sex havers trio and it was such a nice change from george really only hanging out with the dream team?? then the karl thanksgiving stream happened and i felt kinda bad for both of them because the vibes seemed off.

i remember being worried and feeling bad about it since i didn’t know these people personally at all, as a viewer it does make it a little harder to not worry when there’s a bit of tension on stream.

seeing as their friendship was new it made sense that quackity was upset george took so long to say something he appreciated about him, and made sense that they didn’t quite understand each other’s love languages y’know? but it seemed like it was resolved and they kept hanging out

and we got the clip of quackity meowing and george giving him his phone number and q giving george a tour of his room (this stream *chef’s kiss*) and so much more of them just hanging out and genuinely enjoying each other’s company and god it fucks me up everytime i think about how we got to see their friendship grow in real time.

from that stopping wilbur stream u can tell they were getting to know each other in a way like there were a few bits from the stream where george didn’t really respond to the bits, or responded differently from what quackity had expected.

an example would be when quackity asked what sexo meant and george just went “idk” instead of going along with it and quackity being like “???what at least try” like you’d get a v different response from people like tommy, etc. which yeah duh obviously because they’re different people. BUT i speak fondly abt this bc there’s something about learning about someone and their humor and habits and then being comfortable enough to tease them on said habits and joke around and going from acquaintances to best friends that now make multiple appearances on each other’s streams that as stupid at it sounds,,never fails to make me emotional

yes that’s usually how friendships go but quackity did speedrun his friendship with george, george who didn’t give his phone number to his best friend of years but somehow gave it in exchange for quackity meowing, who didn’t want quackity showing their messages on stream and now they do it all the time for bits and yeah. i think they’re so neat

[bellawritesnonsense]

That wasn’t a No?

 Fred Weasley X Reader. 

Takes place in Goblet of fire era

*Warning*  Swearing

Summary~ Basically Fred gets jealous when George ask’s you to the Yule ball.

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There was no denying your feelings for Fred Weasley. Everyone knew how you felt about him...except Fred of course. So you weren’t surprised when he told you about his plans to ask Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball. Yeah you wanted him to ask you, but you also didn’t want to ruin your friendship. 

You were hurt to say the least. It was hard acting like everything was fine when in reality, your heart was being shattered into a million pieces. 

“I think I’ll ask her sometime today!” Fred beamed. He had been telling you about his plans to ask out the girl since the beginning of lunch. 

“That’s great, Freddie,” you said with a fake smile. You had gotten pretty good at hiding your feelings. After years of watching Fred be with other girls it had become like a sixth sense. 

George gave you a sympathetic smile, knowing how you really felt about Fred asking Angelina out. “Shut up Mate.” George flicked a baby carrot at his brother. “Nobody cares about the bloody ball.” 

“OI! Watch where your flinging those!” Fred shouted,dodging the small vegetable. 

You gave a small chuckle at the boys argument as they played with their food like young children.

The day dragged on as you waited to hear Fred brag about how he had asked Angelina to the ball, but surprisingly it never happened. You were feeling quite hopeful as you walked into the library for study hall with Snape. You sat down next to your friend Alicia.

“Hey.” she whispered, not wanting Snape to hear. 

“Hey.” you said in the same tone, taking out your potion homework.

You worked on your homework silently until you heard two familiar voices.You looked around the table until your eyes landed on three red heads. 

You saw Fred throw a piece of paper at Ron. He gave a confused face and looked back up at his brother. 

“Who're you going with, then?" said Ron.

Fred looked around the table his eyes landed on you, and for a split second you thought he was finally going to ask you...you were mistaken. 

He quickly looked away and crumbled up a piece of parchment, throwing it at an unsuspecting Angelina. 

“What?” she whispered. 

Fred smiled and mouthed “You want to go to the ball, with me?” he made a dancing gesture as he spoke. 

“Sure, alright.” Angelina gave a small smile and turned back to her work. 

Fred gave Ron a wink and turned to George, a huge smirk on his lips. 

You felt your heart shatter as you watched it all unravel. He asked her out right in front of you. You quickly looked down, at your now finished potions essay, tears threatening to fall. You stood up and walked over to Professor Snape, handing him your work, and walking out of the library.

“What’s wrong with,Y/n?” Fred asked, noticing you walking out. 

 George hadn’t realized you were there, his heart hurt for you. He hadn’t wanted you to see the interaction. 

“I’ll go check on her.” he said, standing from his spot next to Fred. 

“I’ll come too.” Fred tried to follow, but George quickly stopped him. 

“No!” George nearly shouted. “I mean, Snape will think were up to something if we all leave at the same time.” 

Fred gave an unsure nod and watched as his brother went after you. 

“Y/N!” George jogged up next to you as you hurriedly walked up the moving stairs. 

“Oh. Hey Georgie.” you smiled, trying not to show how upset you were. 

“You alright?” he uttered. 

“Never better.” you joked. 

“I’m serious Y/n/n,” George pulled you aside. “want to talk about it?” 

“No.” you said bluntly, pulling away from George and walking up to the portrait hole. 

“Come on, your obviously upset.” George stopped you again. 

“Of course I’m upset George!” you cackled. “Fred just asked another girl to the ball. Right in front of me! Plus I don’t have a date to the ball. Lee and Alicia are going together, Katie is going with some 5th year, and now Angelina is going with Fred!” you huffed, letting all your frustration out.  

“Go with me.” he said nonchalantly. 

You were taken aback by his words. “W-what?” you stammered. 

“Go to the ball with me.” he smiled. “We could go as friends. Besides I don’t have a date, and wasn’t really planning on asking anyone.” 

“Really?” you smiled. 

“Of course! Your one of my closest friend, Y/n.” 

A sudden wave of graduated ran through you, you wrapped your arms around the red head. 

“Thank you.” you beamed, your mood lifting greatly. 

“I’ll take that as a yes than.” George laughed, hugging you back. 

“I guess.” you teased. 

“OH! YOUNG LOVE!” The Fat Lady squealed as the two of you pulled apart. “HOW WONDERFUL!” 

The news about George asking you to the ball spread like a wild fire. Alicia and Angelina were gushing over the fact that you all had dates. Fred on the other hand didn’t seem to happy. When he had found out, he marched up to the common room and dragged George into their dorm, without saying a word towards you. 

“What the fuck mate!” Fred roared. “Since when do you like Y/n!?” 

“What?” George said confused. “I don’t like Y/n? What are you on about?” 

“Then why’d you ask her to the ball?!” Fred was getting angry now, crossing his arms like a small child. 

“Because she didn’t have a date, and neither did I.” George answered like it was the most simple thing in the world.

“You could have told me!” said Fred. 

“Why, your going with Angelina?” George raised an eyebrow. 

“Well- I- she’s my friend to. I would’ve liked to have known.” 

George rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, Fred not far behind him. They made their way down to the common room where you sat with Angelina and Alicia. 

“Hey.” you smiled at the twins. 

George smiled and sat next to you while Fred just nodded and sat down on a nearby chair, not saying a word. 

This went on for the next week as the Yule ball approached. Fred was being awfully distance with you and George, which wasn’t like him at all. However, you didn’t let that spoil how exited you were for the upcoming party.

 You were currently sitting in your dorm getting ready with Hermione, Alicia, Angelina, Katie, and Ginny. All six of you listening to music as you did your hair and makeup. You were wearing a beautiful dress that fit you just right, your makeup was done in a natural look that made your eyes shimmer, and your hair was done in a way that suited the whole outfit. 

“Wow!” Alicia exclaimed, looking at you with wide eyes. “You look amazing Y/n!” 

“Gorgeous!” squealed Angelina. 

“George is going to lose his shit!” Ginny shrieked  

. “Ginny!” Hermione scolded. “You look lovely Y/n.” she smiled. 

“Thank you, you all look gorgeous as well.” you smiled at all the beautiful girls in front of you. “Shall we head down?” 

“YES!” they all squealed, opening the door and walking down the spiral staircase. 

Once you were in sight of the boys, who were waiting for you in the common room, you started feeling butterfly's as you caught sight of Fred. He was wearing velvet black dress robes with a dark green waist coat over his white button up shirt. He look incredibly, his silky red hair was messy, the way you loved it. 

“Wow!” the boys gasped as all the girls came into their view. You saw George’s ears turn a bit red as he looked at Angelina, you couldn’t help but smirk at the boys obvious feelings for her. 

“Hey.” you smiled. 

“You look great.” he beamed. 

“So do you.” 

George smiled and laced his arm with yours. 

“Shall we?” 

“We shall.” you joked, laughing slightly as you walked out of the common room. 

Fred watched the whole interaction. His mouth was slightly opened as he looked at you. They way your hair was done in a way that showed your smile, the way your dressed hugged you in all the right angles, the way you look absolutely stunning. 

Once everyone had made their way down to the great hall, that had been trans formed into a spectacular ball room, you found a table and sat down. 

“Want to dance?” George offered his hand to you. 

“Please.” you smiled taking it. He lead you onto the dance floor, the two of you jumping around and head banging to the song that was playing. Fred watched as you danced and smiled with his twin, he folded his arms in his seat, glaring at the pair of you. 

“Will you quit it!” Angelina groaned, shoving his arm slightly. 

“What?” Fred snapped out of his trance and faced her. “Quit what?”

“Come off it Fred.” she laughed. “You fancy Y/n.” 

“W-what, no I don’t!” he argued. 

“Really?” she made a face that said ‘do you think i’m dumb’. 

“I- I mean, I- FINE!” he groaned,sliding lower in his chair. “I fancy her.” 

“I knew it!” Angelina squealed. “Wait? Then why would you ask me to the ball if you fancy Y/n?” 

“Well, I don’t know. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” Fred confessed. 

“Are you kidding me! She’s been in love with you since third year!” said Angelina. 

“Really!” Fred’s face brightened up at the news. 

“It’s obvious.” Angelina laughed. “I’m surprised you never figured it out. Even George knows.” 

“Wait what!” Fred asked alarmed. “George knows?” 

“Yeah, that’s why he asked Y/n to the ball. He didn’t want her to feel left out.” Angelina gave a fond smile.

“Oh.” Fred looked back down. He felt awful, knowing he caused you to feel bad about yourself. 

“So stop sulking and go get your girl!” Angelina pushed Fred off his seat and watched him stumble towards you. 

“Hey, Y/n?” Fred muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Yeah.” you smiled, turning around and found that his was mere inches from your face.

“Can we talk?” he asked. 

You looked towards George who nodded and went to dance with Alicia and Lee. 

“Sure.” 

The two of you walked away from the crowed and into the deserted hall. 

“Whatcha need Freddie?” you smiled. 

“I- um” Fred fiddled with his hands. “There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to let it out. I love you.” he blurted. 

Your face fell as the words left his mouth. He loved you, you had waited years for those word to leave his mouth. And now that he finally had, you didn’t know what to say. 

“This is when you say something, Love.” he gave a shaky laugh, rubbing his neck once again. 

“I- I,” you were a stammering mess. 

“It’s fine.” Fred looked away. “I get it, you don’t feel the same.” he turned to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist and pulled him down. You lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Fred eagerly wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly lifting you off the ground. You wrapped yours around his neck and kissed him harder, the kiss never breaking as your lips swayed together. Only when you had to pull away for air did you break apart, Fred had a huge smile on his face, as did you. 

“So you love me then?” Fred teased. 

You rolled your eyes and pulled him back in for a quick peck. 

“That wasn’t a No.” Fred smirked, pulling into yet another passionate kiss. 

[voiceless-terror]

Smile and Nod (The Magnus Archives)

Whumptober 2020 Day Six: “Stop, please”

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Characters: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Sasha James, Tim Stoker, Elias Bouchard, Original Character

CW: Harassment, Unwanted Advances

Summary: 

“He said to let go of him.” The voice startles them both and Jon turns to see Martin, a placid smile on his face. He is tall, so tall- was Martin always this tall?

Jon runs into trouble at the Institute’s annual donor party and has an unlikely rescuer. 

The Institute hosted a party for its most illustrious donors every spring. Jon had never been expected to go to it until his promotion to Head Archivist and even then he tried to get it out of it, to no avail.

“I’m afraid it’s part of your duties now as Head Archivist,” Elias had said. “We need to have a face for every department and I’m sure quite a few of our donors are anxious to meet Gertrude’s replacement. You understand, of course.” Jon nodded. “I trust you’ll be on your best behavior.” He hadn’t forgotten his promise to ‘be more lovely’ after the incident with Naomi Herne. 

“Yes, yes,” Jon sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to the event- sticking close to Elias’s side didn’t seem very appealing, but being left to the wolves was even worse. Elias seemed to notice his hesitation and paused, waiting for Jon to continue. Perhaps he didn’t have to go alone. It’s worth a try, isn’t it?

“W-Would it,” he began, cursing his stutter. “That is, I would like to- if you don’t mind, I think it would be valuable to have my assistants attend, as well?” He hated the uptick in his voice that made it sound more like a question. “I-I just think it would be a good experience for them to ah, meet the donors as well. Since they do a lot of the research.” Another reminder that he had no idea what he was doing; Elias hadn’t said anything about his methods in the Archives, so he only hoped that indicated a tacit agreement about the way things should be run. 

Jon watched several emotions flit across the man’s face, irritation and disappointment giving way to resignation. He tried to ignore the first two and focus on the last. “Alright,” Elias agreed with a sigh. “Please stress the formality of this event, particularly to Mr. Blackwood. You’ll be representing the Institute, and as such you will be expected to interact with our donors. See that you don’t use your assistants as a social crutch.” Damn. There goes his plan. At least I’ll have some support. 

So here he was, standing in the hallway with his assistants in an ill-fitting suit he last wore to the funeral of a distant cousin. It didn’t fit then, either. He hoped he didn’t look too much like a child in his father’s clothes, but the snickers from Tim and Sasha dashed any hope of that. They looked wonderful, of course, as they always did. Martin was in the same boat as Jon, fidgeting in a blazer and non-matching pants.

“Well boss, looks like it’s time to schmooze!” Tim clapped a hand on his shoulder and steered him through the door. Elias liked to have his parties in the main library- it was the most beautiful part of the Institute, aside from the entrance hall. The tables and desks that normally populated the center of the room had been cleared away to reveal a rather spacious area for guests to mingle and talk over the sound of a tasteful string quartet. The whole event was incredibly elegant and Jon felt like he very much did not belong.

“Ah, there he is!” He heard Elias call from the right-hand corner of the room, where he was surrounded by several well-to-do donors dressed to the nines. He gestured him over with a magnanimous hand and Jon instantly flushed. Tim squeezed his shoulder and pushed him in their general direction. “This is our new Head Archivist, Jonathan Sims. He’s been doing fine work thus far.”

After a moment Tim’s hand is replaced by Elias’s, firm and weighty on his shoulder. He’s exchanging pleasantries with people whose names he forgets almost instantly- their hands are cold and their voices distant, they talk over him as if he were a child they judged and found wanting. Elias’s hand did not move and he was anchored in place, even as they made no move to include him in their conversation.

He saw Martin give him a look of pity from the corner that he was currently occupying with Sasha and Tim. They had their hands full of hors d'oeuvres and drinks and Jon wished desperately for a glass of water, anything to keep his hands occupied. He turned to realize the  conversation had stopped and his companions were staring at him expectantly. “I’m sorry?” he hazarded, wondering if he’d been addressed.

“Our son George,” the woman over-enunciated, her tone condescending. Jon remembered vaguely that she had some connection to the Fairchilds, though her name wasn’t familiar. “-is over by the bar. I think you’ll find his company a bit more interesting, hm?” The group tittered and Jon felt shame rise in his throat as his boss’s hand tightened on his shoulder.

“Yes Jon, why don’t you introduce yourself?” Elias said genially enough, though Jon can tell he had disappointed him once again. Jon nodded, excusing himself to go to the corner to get a much-needed drink and to embarrass himself further. There was a man roughly his age fiddling around on his phone with a bored expression. He was tall and handsome but in the soft way of the rich, cruel and cherubic in equal measure. It unnerved Jon and he summoned up a smile that felt more like a grimace.

“G-George?” he asked, willing his voice to steady. The man looked up, expression unchanged as his eyes bored into Jon’s. “I’m Jonathan Sims, the new Head Archivist-”

“Parents send you over?” he smirked and Jon felt the tension in his shoulders ease just a bit. “Sorry you had to deal with them. This your first time at one of these? Median age here is usually around seventy five, give or take.” He laughed and Jon smiled, the man’s candor a bit charming even to him. 

“Y-Yes, I’m not really sure I should be here,” he admitted as George slid a drink into his hand. He took a grateful sip and closed his eyes at it’s smooth burn- this was expensive liquor and Jon was going to savor every last bit.

“That makes two of us,” the man nudged him with his elbow and Jon started to think the night might not be as bad as he thought. He glanced quickly over to the other side of the room- Tim winked and gave him a thumbs-up (which he ignored) and Martin’s face was carefully blank. Jon did not know what to make of that.

George, it seemed, was not all that bad. He listened patiently when Jon went off on a rant about book-binding, nodding and smiling at all the right parts. In return, Jon let him talk about finance for longer than was polite (and God was it boring). They’ve now had two drinks and Jon is feeling much, much looser. The smiles are genuine and unforced. He watches Elias nod in approval out of the corner of his eye and feels his chest warm with pride. Not a complete disappointment, am I?

But George is getting closer. It was fine when they were awkwardly perched on opposite ends of the bar and needed to hear one another, but this was getting too cozy for Jon’s tastes. He tries to take a casual step backwards but stumbles. George’s hand goes to his elbow to help steady him and stays there. 

“I-I think I need to-” he starts to mumble an excuse but the man is not having it.

“What do you say we get out of here?” He whispers, coming in closer. Jon’s nerves reach a fever-pitch but he does not want to show it, doesn’t want to make a scene so he keeps the smile pasted on his face. “My apartment’s not that far-”

“O-Oh, I’m f-fine, thanks,” he says, trying to dislodge the man’s arm but it is no use- he is much stronger than he looks and has at least half a foot on him. “I actually have plans-”

“With who?” George asks pityingly as Jon tries desperately to meet anyone’s eyes, even Elias’s. He tries to convey his plea without making it obvious to any other bystanders but his boss’s eyes slide right over him. He knows he saw, he knows-

“That’s why they sent you over, right?” George continues, his mouth dangerously close to Jon’s neck as he leans into whisper in his ear. “Pretty thing like you, get me to open the cheque book-”

“Good Lord no, let me go-” at this Jon scoffs, horrified as he tries to yank his arm away.

“Don’t make a scene,” the man says in a low and calming voice, though the leer on his face is clear to see. Jon feels terribly small. “You don’t want to disappoint the boss, do you?”

“Please,” he begs, all out of words. “Stop, please-”

“He said to let go of him.” The voice startles them both and Jon turns to see Martin, a placid smile on his face. He is tall, so tall- was Martin always this tall? 

“I’m sorry?” George replies with a sneer, his voice raising in both pitch and volume and Jon is sure if people weren’t looking before, they’re looking now. “I’ll thank you to stay out of this, we were just leaving-”

“No,” Martin replies in that preternaturally calm voice, still smiling. “You weren’t. Now let him go, and we can forget this all happened, hm?” He puts a hand on the arm that’s holding Jon and there’s real strength behind it. George tries to wrench his arm away but Martin’s got it in a solid grip and he barely manages a wiggle.

“Let go of me now, or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Martin sounds bored. It is mystifying and Jon can do nothing but gape at the man. “You don’t want a scene, do you? Not in front of the family. Not again. So smile, and walk away.” There is a moment where Jon thinks they will come to blows but it passes. George manages to turn his scowl into a neutral expression, saving some dignity though he throws one last glare Jon’s way. “Not even worth it,” he mutters as he walks away. Jon leans against the bar, releasing a breath he did not realize he’d been holding.

“A-Are you alright, Jon?” Martin has a hand on his elbow but it’s okay now because it’s Martin and it feels right. His face has that same look he gets when he asks Jon whether he wants a cup of tea, or how he’s feeling or if he’s eaten that day. Worried, gentle.

“W-What was that?” is all Jon manages to get out, his voice in an embarrassingly high-pitch. Tim and Sasha are now making their way over with schooled expressions, though Jon can see the worry in their eyes. “Did you know that man? I-I mean, what the hell?” Jon realizes he’s sputtering and tries to get a handle on his swirling emotions. “N-Not that I’m not grateful, but good lord. ‘Not again?’”

Martin laughs, suddenly bashful. “I just guessed with that one, honestly. He looks like the type that’s thrown a fit or two, doesn’t he?” Tim and Sasha reach them and Martin is himself again, hunched over like he’s taking up too much space. This is the Martin that tiptoes around the archives, that’s always smiling and chattering about his day. Jon has never contemplated the man in much detail, but he is finding it hard to reconcile this new side of him. It’s not necessarily unwelcome. 

“Alright there, boss?” Tim inquires, good-natured but anxious. “Was going to come over, pretend to be your boyfriend and all but Martin said that would be ‘demeaning’ or whatever.” Tim rolls his eyes at this.

“I don’t know, Martin seemed to diffuse the situation pretty well,” Sasha eyes him curiously. “What did you say?”

“N-Nothing, really-”

“He asked him to leave,” Jon says, finding his voice and unable to take his eyes off Martin. “And he left.”

“Damn, okay,” Tim gives an appreciative whistle before knocking back the rest of his drink. “Working that Mart-o magic, I guess. This party blows, let’s hit the bars. Night’s still young!”

Sasha cheers and Martin looks at him questioningly- he surprises himself by nodding in agreement. “Yeah, let’s go.” He studiously ignores Elias breaking off from his group of sycophants and heading their way. He watches as Martin straightens himself minutely, blocking Jon with his body as Tim ushers them out the door before they can get stopped by the man. Jon knows he will get a tongue-lashing out of this but he doesn’t care right now. He feels small in Martin’s shadow but it is a safe small, like a blanket wrapped around him on a chilly night.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Martin asks as Tim and Sasha chatter ahead of them, arguing over their destination. “We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to. I can take you home.”

I can take you home.

“I’m fine,” he says though he knows the situation hasn’t quite set in yet. “I’d rather not be alone, I-I think.” Martin nods and gives him a smile. It is almost charming, and Jon returns it. He doesn’t really want another drink but he needs a distraction, any distraction.

The night is cold and Martin is close, big and safe and warm. And if Jon leans into his side when they finally agree on a bar, that’s nobody’s business but his own.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26856373

[jamilelucato]

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into [F. W.]

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Reader (platonic); Fred Weasley x Reader.

Summary: Based on the song A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into from the musical Be More Chill; Y/N has conflicted feelings towards Draco, but talking to Fred might make she realize that she might be into someone else.

A/N: second post from the Musical Hogwarts list!! This is so cute, but there are no kisses here if that’s what you looking for. Also, if you want to really feel the song, I recommend reading first and then rereading it with the song.

Words: 1.700+

Musical Hogwarts || Hogwarts Masterlist

Fred and George walked in the Great Hall with a confident smile. They had just pranked Ron, and they couldn’t be happier with the results.

They found a place to sit next to y/N, a girl from Gryffindor that was the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione. She was generally quite shy, but she used to have quirky remarks that made everybody laugh.

Today, however, she was looking rather upset.

Fred sat at her right and stared at her before paying attention to the food. He was hungry, but he was more worried about her than about lunch.

“What’s wrong, y/N?”

She looked up, noticing the twins sitting next to her. She tried to grin, but it seemed wrong. She turned back to her plate.

“Nothing.” It was nice having them caring about her, but they weren’t that close; she didn’t think it was prudent to tell them a secret about herself that she wasn’t even sure it was true.

Nevertheless, something kept on pushing her to talk.

“Come on, y/N, why the disturbed face?” Fred pushed. His big brown eyes made her more susceptible to spill her beans.

“Say there’s this person you pass in the hall every day,” she finally gave in, sighing before dropping her cutlery. “You’ve known him since... the first year.”

Fred raised a brow at her. He wasn’t so sure where that conversation was going. He looked at his twin, but George was too distracted with his food.

“You’re used to thinking about him in a certain way from the persona that he displayed,” she kept saying as if every detail was important. She felt that if he knew who she meant, things would be easier to understand; however, she was not confident enough to say his name.

“Okay...” Fred kept facing her, but his hands reached for the food in front of him. Not that he wasn’t curious, it was just ’cause he was hungrier than before.

“Then something changes,” she wrinkled her nose, uncertain how to proceed. “And he changes from a guy that you’d never be into to a guy that you’d kinda be into...”

Fred froze, the fork two inches from his mouth. Was her concern love? Y/N was in love?

He had not much to an opinion about it. It was obviously gonna happen someday, he just didn’t think y/N would confide in him.

“Is he worth it?” she asked, staring at his eyes with a sad look. “Fred? Is he?” she called Fred’s attention — but he seemed much more interested in his fork. She then breathed and looked away.

Fred turned to his twin, desperately wanting help. He had no idea what to do or what to say.

“Is she talking about me?” he asked George.

“Of course, she is!” George sort of whispered loudly. He had, in fact, paid attention to the whole conversation — y/N and Fred’s interactions were kinda his favourite TV series; there was always some drama! He didn’t think, however, that y/N would be the one to confess so soon. “Keep it up,” he elbowed his brother and turned back to his food.

Fred faced y/N again and met her eyes. He felt his cheeks turning red, but he seemed oblivious to his reaction. She kept talking:

“Say there’s this person that you never knew that well,” her voice was sweet like she was afraid of saying those things and regretting it.

Fred wished he knew what to say to comfort her. He had been undergoing the same lately — conflicted feelings, jealousy at random times...

“You thought that you had him pegged, but now you can’t tell...” y/N kept rambling, repeating the same words but Fred’s mind was far away. She was in love with him! Sure, she was proposing a hypothetical situation, but why would she mention it to Fred?

It all made sense — she and Fred didn’t use to hit it off so well at first. Fred (and George) were too much of pranksters for her; she didn’t believe tricking everyone every time was decent. But, this year, Fred had started to cool off, at least around her. He was becoming a gentleman — as Ginny phrased it.

“Is he worth it? Freddie?” y/N thought Fred didn’t seem much interested, and why would he be? It wasn’t like her to drift around the twins, but she just felt like he could understand.

“Absolutely,” Fred finally answered, lowering his brows in hopes to look more approachable.

She sighed and looked down at her now cold food.

“I don’t always relate to other people my age, except when I’m on the field,” oh, Quidditch... If things were as easy as the rules of the game. “There are so many changes that I’m going through,” she faced Fred and finally smiled, a sincere smile. She blushed at his reaction. “And why am I telling this to you?”

Fred was smiling back, just curving his lips up.

“Guess there’s a part of me that wants to,” she admitted. “I guess a part of me likes to, hm, talk to you. Who knew?”

Fred kept quiet, and she thought that she should end the conversation immediately. She was already too confused; she couldn’t even remember what she was first talking about. She was going to tell Fred she was in love... with someone else, right?

“I know that it’s weird, but it’s totally true,” she concluded, tilting her head to the left. “The guy that I’d kinda be into...” was she really going to tell Fred? Oh, Merlin, he was going to freak out, he was not going to take it well. None of her friends was.

“The guy that you’d kind of be into...” Fred encouraged her. He was very close to confessing his feelings himself, but he thought it was better to let her finish.

“Yeah, that guy that I’d kinda be into is...” she swallowed hard, biting her lip, attempting to remember the guy’s name, easily distracted with Fred’s face, “Draco.”

***

Fred was panicking. He was not expecting to hear y/N confess having feelings for Draco Malfoy.

Merlin, how?? When did you have the time to befriends Draco? He couldn’t have been treating you nice from the beginning, could he?

Thankfully, George intervened after your confession.

“Bro, we gotta go now!” he pulled Fred up. “Like right now!”

Fred gulped while y/N exchanged looks with the boys, confused about what was happening and very suspicious. Fred wasn’t going to say a thing after her whole trouble of telling him about who she fancies?

She didn’t have time to stop the twins, though, because soon they disappeared out of the Hall.

Y/N sighed. Now what? Did that mean Fred disapproved? Part of her knew he wouldn’t like it — Draco was some sort of bad guy from the Weasleys’ point of view — but she expected him to say something.

Perhaps that meant she was overlooking things. Draco had been nice to her for the past couple of weeks, but maybe it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like Draco to be nice, but he could be trying to change.

Or he could fancy her too.

No, he probably doesn’t.

***

“Hermione?” y/N called the bushy-haired girl’s name with a weak voice, but it was sufficient for her to hear it.

She had just arrived into the Gryffindor room with Harry and Ron, but the boys seemed to have their own problems to think about, so they didn’t mind when Hermione walked towards y/N, leaving them behind.

Y/N was sitting at the bottom of the stairs — squeezed close to the wall, leaving an empty space for those who wanted to go up to their dorms.

“What’s it, y/N?” Hermione asked, sitting on the step above hers.

“I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but...” y/N gulped, “has Draco seem nicer to you lately?”

“Particularly to me, or to everyone in general?”

She gave it a thought, “in general.”

“He does seem more... calm, I guess,” Hermione answered, lowering her shoulders. “It’s not that he stopped calling people names, it’s just that he has stopped calling people at all.”

Y/N sighed, looking down at the book she had in hands. Hermione noticed the change in her mood and asked about it.

“I knew I was seeing things where there were none,” y/N rued. “I thought I could be fancying him, but I’ve passed the whole afternoon trying to list things about him that I liked I could only come up with three.”

“Are there three things you like about Malfoy?” Hermione asked in a mocking tone, and y/N giggled.

“Funny, right?” she agreed. “Well, I’ve got: good looking—”

“Unfortunately, I agree, ” Hermione interrupted with a frowned face.

“—smart and empathetic.”

“I’m sorry — empathetic? When has he been empathetic??” Hermione showed her disbelief, moving her hands around.

Y/N pressed her lips together, thinking if she should tell Hermione or not.

“He noticed I was sad about my whole parents’ thing,” she said finally, “and we talked about some families coincidences we have.”

“You mean the death eater parents?” she asked with a bit too loud voice and y/N complained. Hermione gulped a sorry.

Not everyone in school knew about the terrible family y/N had, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“Well, I guess he can understand that. But has he ever been nice to you before?”

Y/N liked that about Hermione — she was logical and wanted to know her arguments to defend the crush. She didn’t seem to care the crush in question was on Draco Malfoy.

“No, not really,” y/N sighed, looking away, tilting her head down.

“Y/N, if I can be honest, I don’t think you like him,” although harsh, Hermione’s words did not hurt you. She was right, as always. “You’re probably just needy.”

“Mione!!” she screamed, pretending to be mad with Hermione who burst into laughter.

Hermione and y/N kept sitting on the stairs, smiling at each other, glad to have one another when a new worry popped into y/N’s mind.

“Oh, shit!”

“What, y/N?” Hermione looked down at her, passing one arm around her shoulders.

Y/N wasn’t completely wrong with her thoughts — she just directed it to the wrong direction. She had a crush. It was not on Draco, however.

“I need to talk to Fred!” y/N yelled, already getting up and leaving her book behind with Hermione.

“Told you you’re needy!” Hermione shouted back, laughing hard.

Y/N slowed down just to turn back at her friend with bulging eyes. “Shut up, Mione!”

[iconfusionwastaken]

MC Manhunt Crew Ver - Just Add Water AU

This is basically Dream SMP characters in the setting of H20 Just Add Water, based on what I can remember of H20 & decide to pick up from the H20 wiki.

The focus is on the Manhunt crew & Skeppy & Bad are around the same age as the rest of the Dream Team, so Bad isn't Sapnap's father.

Sans the stuff from H20 we have no powers, no hybrids, just boring humans.

If you want to make any content inspired by/based on anything I make, go ahead & pls tag/link me! I'd love to see what you make!

Whole AU & links to more h20 jaw AUs under the cut

SBI Version of the AU

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Essempi, a secluded town w/ a small population (around 30 ppl).

Then, a boat trip away, we have Prime Island, I have no clue what it did to get that name, but that's the name of the island where our heroes story begins!

(Okay I was being a bit dramatic there)

The Dream Team have a tradition of playing intense games of tag, which they call 'Manhunt.' Bad often joins in while sometimes they bring in Anfrost &/or Sam to join in.

To spice things up a bit, the Dream Team play their next Manhunt at Prime Island during night, & predictably, as they play, someone falls into a very slippery slide-like tunnel. Somebody quickly slides in after them out of concern & so does somebody else. Only 1 person stays on the surface.

This person is either Dream or Bad, & here we have 2 variations of this edition of the AU.

Index

     [ 🟢 Dream Stay Variation ]

     { 🔴 Bad Stays Variation }

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     [ 🟢 Dream Stays On The Surface 🟢 ]

After some talking the 4 agree that Dream will try & look for some rope to help the others climb out since they don't have any, meanwhile the other 3 will search for another way out (with caution of course).

The Hunters search the cave & very quickly find a strange pool that could mean out, 1 of them tests this possibility & confirms it. The rest get in only for the pool to do it's full moon magic & freak them out. Whether Dream finds a rope/something that works like 1 & gets the Hunters out through the tunnel or the Hunters swim out & reunite w/ Dream that way is up to you. The 3 brush aside what happened but let Dream in the know about what happened in the pool.

As the Hunters discovers in the morning, they now turn into mermen after touching water, they're quick to show Dream that the freaky pond did do something.

They conclude the full moon & pool had something to do w/ this so Dream decides to wait till the next full moon to become a merman himself. Dream's also excited to get powers when he discovers the others got those.

The Hunters noticably avoid water, & they cover themselves more to not touch it. Sam & Antfrost notice the Manhunts are now away from water. People point this all out. When Dream too begins doing the same a month later, this is brought to light even more & Puffy & Foolish worry, while Drista, Tommy, Tubbo, & Ranboo try to figure out what's going on.

Torn between the some/all of Manhunt the manhunt crew hiding their secret or not, if we go the route of the crew hiding it from everyone else:

Perhaps Sapnap's exposed 1st before Dream becomes a Mer very quickly. Like maybe he, Karl & Quackity are walking while almost noone is around but suddenly I guess sprinklers activate & Sapnap instinively uses his powers for the 1st time turning the water into steam (because Sapnap would have the water-heat-up power) & his boyfriends ask when he had powers & how & Sapnap not knowing what to do stops using his powers, gets water on him, & goes merman. The Manhunt group realizes from this they should study the neighborhood's sprinklers & the mermen have powers to add onto their species change.

So Quackity & Karl are in on the secret very early regardless of the route Sapnap chooses, & no longer wonder what's up w/ the Manhunt crew, ppl bring this up & notice how the 2's interactions don't change w/ Dream after the next full moon (not that they know the full moon has something to do w/ it). Something's up.

When the next full moon comes, Dream is estatic to not only be a merman, but he also has all the Hunter's powers combined. Once he gets the hang of being a mer, he's excited to start doing Manhunts in water. They all play on the condition that nobody uses their powers during a game.

Then Drista & her gang manage to get water on him & manage to stay on his tail leading to them discovering that he & the hunters are mermen, since if this is the case for him, it must be the case for the rest. Maybe this happens like near the front door & Foolish & Puffy are returning home so the 1st thing they see returning home is Dream as a merman. They don't get away w/ saying the tail is fake because Foolish knows a thing or two about fish that throws every lie out the window.

(Can the Bench Trio keep a secret though? Probably not.)

Bad is later revealed maybe while hanging out w/ Skeppy & Ant because 1 of the 2 spill water on him due to tripping/slipping & although he tries to run far all he can do is get behind something before turning. Skeppy & Ant run after Bad & thus are introduced to his & the Dream Team's secret.

At this point George somehow has hid his mer status, & they agree to just let Sam in on their mermen statuses since there's little point in hiding it from him as Ant knows now.

     { 🔴 Bad Stays On The Surface 🔴 }

After some talking the 4 agree that Bad will try & look for some rope to help the others climb out since they don't have any, meanwhile the other 3 will search for another way out (with caution of course).

The Dream Team search the cave & quickly find a strange pool that could mean out, 1 of them tests this possibility & confirms it. The rest get in only for the pool to do it's full moon magic & freak them out. Whether Bad finds a rope & gets the 3 out or the trio swim out & reunite w/ Bad that way is up to you. They mention what happened in the pool to Bad but ultimately brush it aside.

The Dream Team finds in the morning that contact w/ water turns them into mermen & quickly let Bad know since they can't suddenly stop playing Manhunt.

The group concludes that the pool & full moon is behind their situation. Bad decides to avoid the pool since he doesn't want to live his whole live avoding water.

The Dream Team begin doing many manhunts in the water now, Bad doesn't participate as much but he's okay w/ it.

Everyone is sus of the Manhunt Crew minus Bad's sudden avoidance of water, Ant & Sam note that all manhunts now avoid water, & Drista & friends form to figure out what's up.

While Sapnap's & Dream's reveal maybe stay the same, maybe George during a Manhunt gets water on him thanks to Dream out of habit forgetting about this manhunt including Sam & Ant.

Sam & Ant are shook, & the rest of the crew has to come clean. Velvet & Skeppy are also let in on the secret.

Maybe after some convincing on the Dream Team's side, Ant, Sam & Bad go in the Moon Pool on a full moon so that all 6 can do a manhunt in the water.

[givemequeen]

finally ; john lennon x reader

request: CAN U WRITE BEING BEST FRIENDS W TEDDY BOY JOHN BUT U BOTH LIKE EACH OTHER AND THEN THE BOYS THROW HIM A BDAY PARTY AND THATS WHERE U BOTH CONFESS UR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER!!!!!! a/n: these are for his birthday so in case ur like ‘i sent my request first :/’ i did say these could skip the line for his birthday :( if there is anything wrong just go with it (i mean date wise) pairing: john lennon x reader summary: liking teddy!john and being friends with him and confessing your feelings for each other at his birthday party that his friends threw for him warnings: fluffy shit year: ‘59 word count: 1,521 

You were sat on his bed while he sat on the chair in front of his desk. He spun it around and showed you a sketch he just made. You gave him a thumbs up, closed your book and stood up. “It’s your birthday tomorrow Johnny!” you excitedly said as you walked over to him.

“Nineteen!” he replied with a smile. 

“Ew, you’re getting old.” you teased and poked his stomach.

“Oh shut up you’re nineteen in two months,” John said as he covered his stomach.

“What are you going to do? Big party?” you already knew the answer, the boys and you had planned a surprise party. You walked past him and looked at the papers he had on his desk. All were art, either his sketches he did in his free time, art for his university or music he wrote.

“The boys are throwing me a surprise birthday party.” he sighed and laughed.

“Oh?” you pretended to be shocked and dammed the boys in your mind.

“Yeah, they aren’t too subtle about it.” you nodded and hummed. John laughed to himself, you couldn’t see the cheeky smile growing on his face. “You didn’t know anything about it then?”

“Hmm? Me?” you shook your head slightly and John rolled his chair closer to you.

“Really?” John asked and before you had the chance to answer he grabbed your side and began tickling you. You fell back and onto his lap but he didn’t stop. You moved and kicked around until you both fell onto the ground. John rolled over on top of you and you held your hands out so he couldn’t reach you but it was no use.

“O-okay! Stop!” you managed to get out.

“So you did know?” he looked at you with an exaggerated look.

“Fine! I did!” you fell back and smiled. John looked down at you with love in his eyes, you looked beautiful ith your hair around your head like a halo and a massive smile on your face. “Now get off you fatass.” you pushed him off and he rolled right onto the floor. John proper himself up on his elbows and looked at you as you stood up and picked up your things.

“Leaving?” he asked you.

“Yeap, better get some sleep.” 

***

You looked at yourself in the mirror and patted the dress down. It had been over a decade since you had met John and 6 years since you had fallen, or realized you had, in love with him. To be honest, you were tired of hiding your feelings and tonight you were telling him. This could turn out greatly or not. There could be three outcomes.

He could love you back, which you doubted, he could no longer want to be your friend since he probably didn’t like you, which you dreaded, or he could not like you back and it would be awkward from then on. But you promised yourself you would put yourself out of your misery and would simply come clean to him.

Little did you know John was getting ready back at his house. He slicked his hair back and pulled the collar of his leather jacket up to look ‘cool’. John had also promised himself to come clean and shared the same fears but it wasn’t fair to either of you to keep on concealing how you felt about the other. So there he was, standing in front of his mirror practising how to tell you.

But the time had come and you were on your way over to Paul’s for John’s surprise birthday party. You had to pick up John and take him to a ‘quiet dinner’ at Paul’s house but that wasn’t how it was going to turn out... When John opened the door to you he couldn’t help but smile and compliment you. And you couldn't help but blush and compliment him right back.

Throughout the walk to Paul’s you were both awfully quiet. John had his hands shoved into his jackets but not for long. As soon as you shivered he handed it to you, something he always did since you always forgot your jacket at home. Not that either of you was complaining. John loved seeing you in his clothes and you loved wearing his clothes.

“Here we are,” John said letting you walk down the driveway first.

“Here we are, now remember to act surprised.” you reminded him and he laughed.

“Yes yn, I will.” he reached over and knocked on the door before walking back to your side. You fixed your outfit as the door opened.

“John! yn!” Paul excitedly said trying to hide his smile. “Come on in.” he let you both passed and he couldn’t stop giggling and as you two passed. Wow, he truly couldn’t hide a secret.

As soon as the door closed and the lights of the living room turned on guests jumped out from behind places and screamed ‘surprise’. John laughed and looked back at his friends. “Wow! You guys did this for me?” You rolled your eyes at his reaction and the music started.

John went around with Paul greeting and thanking people while you and George made sure everything was in place and running smoothly. The music was on, the drinks were pouring and John was happy. He would glance across the room to watch you interact with people, a kind smile on your faces as you helped anyone who was in need of help.

He just couldn’t get enough of you. You were so beautiful, so intelligent, so kind and just oh so perfect. But who was he? Just some teddy boy who was under you, you deserved so much better than just him. What was he going to do in life? Hell, even his art and music was shit.

But that wasn’t what you thought. In your eyes he, too, was perfect. He was also intelligent. Anyone could see it in his art and in his music, the lyrics and notes all just fit in place. He was so kind to you and his friends, he took care of you and never left your side if you needed him. And boy was he handsome, his hair, his eyes, his jawline and even when, especially when, he wore those glasses of his.

The party had been going on for over three hours and you hadn’t had enough time to talk to John. You had been so preoccupied with getting everything in place, welcoming new guests, helping people and everything else that you did not have time to do the one thing you swore to yourself that you would do tonight no matter what.

So after guiding someone to the bathroom you walked over to were John was talking to a friend and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and raised his arms in happiness. “yn! There you are.” he leaned down and hugged you tightly making you laugh.

“Can I talk to you?” you whispered into his ear. John pulled back and nodded.

“Sure, let's go outside.” John held onto your hand and led you outside, the small gesture sending your heart into a little dance party of its own. “What is it?” asked John once you both were sat on some chairs apart from anyone else.

“I need to tell you something,” you admitted looking down at your hands.

“What is it?” John leaned forward in his seat and looked at you. “You can tell me anything, y’know,” he added. You took a deep breath and looked up. His heart broke when he saw that your eyes had gone red and watery. “Oh no, yn, what is it? Who did this to you? Was it me?” he cupped your face and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. You placed your hand over his and leaned into his touch.

“John, I love you,” you whispered. At first, he didn’t understand, his eyebrows scrunched up.

“I love you too yn, you’re my best friend.” 

“I love love you.” you repeated, his eyebrows raised in realisation, his mouth going into an ‘o’ shape and you knew there and then that your friendship was over. But he didn’t pull away. In fact, his other hand went to cup your other cheek and he got closer. Your breath hitched as his lips connected with yours. You moaned into the kiss and your hands went up to his hair pulling him closer to you.

Once neither of you could breathe you pulled away and pressed your foreheads together. John chuckled slightly and circled your cheek. “Finally.” he breathed out and you chuckled.

“Yeah, finally. Happy birthday, Lenny, I love you.”

“I love you too yn, so fucking much.”

bonus:

You entered the room once more holding onto John’s hand, your head leaning against his arm and he looked down at you. You laughed as he told you some funny thing that had happened to him not long ago, his arms moved around as he explained what happened.

“FINALLY.” Paul and George yelled making you look up just as they high fived each other.

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[vanillacaramelhoney]

Look for Me (8/12)

Pairing(s): Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Princess Robin Buckley, since the age of eight, was always seen with another girl- (Y/n) (L/n). They always chose to be together, but when (Y/n) is chosen as one of Robin's personal guards, they're practically tied together. It seems innocent to everyone, but so much more can happen behind closed doors.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Guys, I don’t know exactly how long this series is going to be, but I do know in terms of what’s happening that we’re starting to get close to the end! In other news, I chipped my fucking tooth. (Posting this 9 minutes before the morning of saturday w o w)

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Departure

(Y/n) held her sides, desperately trying to put a soothing pressure on her wound.

After Robin's horrifying (although not that horrifying) revelation, (Y/n) dragged herself out of the tub and to the castle's healer. The woman had scolded her for not noticing sooner, explaining that her lack of care for the wound and all the movement she had done caused it to tear more.

With many winces, (Y/n) was stitched up, and the wound was wrapped. Then, with an order of no hard work for the rest of the month, she was sent off.

She was most definitely going to ignore that order for the time being.

Garret stared (Y/n) down with a suspicious look. "Are you okay?" he asked, raising a brow.

Instinctively, the girl straightened up.

"I'm fine," she answered. "Why?" It was an easy to say lie; she was not okay, and she was already regretting her decision to push on.

"You are clutching your sides, and you have a small limp on your right leg," Garret explained. "Are you sure you were not hurt yesterday?"

"I am sure, Garret," (Y/n) assured him. "I know my own body."

Garret stared a moment longer before looking ahead. (Y/n) could faintly hear him sigh.

The group sluggishly entered the throne room. They dreaded what they would have to listen.

Already waiting in the room was Neil, Billy, and Robin. Farther back in the room, Susan stood off to the side, watching. It was easy to tell that she wanted to leave but had no choice but to stay.

Robin was quick to join the group of Okrynth guards.

Her immediate concern was (Y/n), who quickly told assured her that she was handling herself just fine.

Collecting herself, Robin checked in with the others to make sure they were okay as well.

When everything was sorted with the princess and her guards, they approached the king.

"I would quickly like to thank you, guards, for helping around the kingdom yesterday," Neil addressed them when he had their attention. "I know it was not how you must have imagined this trip playing out. I apologize for the inconveniences."

Robin shook her head. "Do not worry," she told him. "There was no way you could have known that that would happen." Her response and demeanor appeared respectful, but it was evident to the Okrynth guards not far behind her that she wanted to go off.

Only she was a princess in the presence of another king, in his kingdom. She couldn't do that.

"I do feel that we should discuss your safety," Neil said.

(Y/n) bit her tongue. Why the hell was he acting like this discussion was optional?

No one spoke up, allowing the king to continue.

"It was very irresponsible of me to allow you and your guards to come, despite my knowledge of the potential danger," Neil said.

(Y/n) wanted to roll her eyes.

To anyone else, they would have fallen for this- a king or queen simply acknowledging their mistakes as a way to seem sorry, but to avoid actually apologizing. It was, unfortunately, a very traditional move used by higher-ups that thought they were better than others.

George took a step forward to stand next to Robin, a silent request to speak. Neil nodded, permitting him.

"Perhaps it would be best if we left and came back when you have figured this out," he suggested. "Your kingdom's safety- as well as our princess'- is more important than planning this wedding."

"A great suggestion," Neil complimented. "If the princess feels that that is what should be done, I will have everything set for your departure tomorrow morning." Robin felt relieved. Yes, it didn't mean she was completely getting out of the marriage, but it gave her time; time to talk to her father and find ways out.

Her safety was also on the line, and she already felt unsafe without the addition of bombings.

"I do feel we should leave," Robin spoke, gratefully taking the chance to leave. It was astonishing how annoyed Neil temporarily looked at the decision. A smile quickly replaced it.

"Very well," he said. "Everything will be ready tomorrow morning."

Robin nodded. "Thank you for understanding."

"Of course."

With a conclusion reached, everyone dispersed. The Okrynth guards stayed in one place when they saw Billy approaching Robin.

Their interaction was brief but notably annoyed Robin.

Without a word, she turned and left the room. The guards followed behind her.

As a guard following behind someone, silence is a guarantee. Still, it felt uncomfortable to (Y/n) in this situation.

They arrived at the guards' rooms where three of them stopped. (Y/n), however, kept following after Robin.

The three didn't need to ask to know that (Y/n) was no longer in the mindset of a guard, but of a concerned friend, or maybe more than a friend- not that anyone needed to know that.

Robin huffed as she entered the room. (Y/n) was right behind her.

"You look like you want to throw yourself off a building," (Y/n) commented, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. "What did Billy say that has you like this?"

"He just said he was disappointed that the wedding is being postponed," Robin said. "And I wanted to throw up at the look he gave me." She groaned and fell back on the bed.

"Listen, we are leaving tomorrow, and then you do not have to see him again," (Y/n) told her.

"How long do I have away from him?" Robin whined. "Realistically, I will be back here within a month!"

"Then that gives you a month to do what you feel is necessary," (Y/n) tried to encourage her. "Use the most of that month or whatever amount of time you end up with."

Robin sighed, sitting up. "Maybe I can try talking to Billy about this," Robin mumbled.

"And what's that going to do?" (Y/n) asked.

"I have no idea," Robin admitted. "At this point, I am grabbing for anything I can reach. It is best to try talking to him today before leaving rather than when we try planning a wedding."

"Are you going to talk to him now, then?"

"No, I will wait until later," Robin shook her head. "I want to get all my things together first."

"Would you like me to come with you?" (Y/n) asked, pushing herself off the wall.

"Yes, I do not trust being alone with him," Robin answered.

"Okay," (Y/n) headed for the door. She looked over her shoulder at Robin.

"Come get me when you are ready." She shut the door behind her.

[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