#i think that's her brother George on the slide with her

[unbound-shade]

Ok, my sibling just dug up pics of both of our dogs from the Facebook of the rescue we got them from and LOOK AT MY BABY 🥹🥹🥹💞💞

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Lando reminds Max how he said he'll let Lando marry Y/n once he wins his first race

yn_verstappen My boy got his first win ❤️❤️so proud of you my love

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landonorris I think I fulfill the criteria for you know what @/maxverstappen1 do you remember what you said?

↳maxverstappen1 I refuse to remember

landonorris cmon I'd do it anyway

maxverstappen1 It was a JOKE

landonorris well I'm very serious about this

username1 What is Lando talking about?

↳username2 I think under some previous post Max said he'll let Lando marry his sister if he wins because it seemed so unrealistic but now oh well 💀

carlossainz55 As a friend of the both of you I can't wait

↳yn_verstappen Wait for what exactly? 👀

landonorris you know what 👀

yn_verstappen Nahhhh I know it was just a joke

landonorris yeah yeah, a joke, totally

username3 I AM CONFUSED

username2 I think Y/n thinks it wasn't for real😭

username4 Y/n blessing our eyes with the video on third slide 😏

↳yn_verstappen As a fangirl myself, I know what a fangirl desires 😌

username5 But fr fr Y/n would be so lucky if Lando actually proposed now

↳username6 I don't think he is being serious, they're still young and all

username7 And why would he try to outshine his first win with a proposal??

username8 So is the wedding happening or not?!

↳username9 It MUST happen now

josverstappen7 Impressive 👏

↳yn_verstappen Ik dacht dat ik je geblokkeerd had lol

username3 "I THOUGHT I BLOCKED YOU" LMAO

↳username10 Hey Jos, is Max on his way to the gas station yet?

username11 He's still walking from the circuit back to the hotel lmao

landonorris It's a win-win situation

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yn_verstappen Max still can't believe you did it lmao

↳landonorris he was the one who gave me the idea!

maxverstappen1 IT WAS A JOKE

landonorris doesn't change the fact that it gave me the idea

username1 Max gonna hate himself for the rest of his life lol he trapped himself with Lando as brother in law

↳username2 Poor Maxie 🤣

yn_verstappen Poor Maxie indeed lmao

carlossainz55 Did Y/n take these photos?

↳landonorris of course she did

↳yn_verstappen Yessir I did

georgerussell63 Why's the ring so small? 🤣

↳yn_verstappen Well I love it regardless

georgerussell63 He's just won a race, should try a bit harder, not sure if that impresses Max

maxverstappen1 Remind me, where's your ring for Carmen? 🤔

username3 Max casually shutting George up lmao

↳yn_verstappen He loves his brother in law after all🥹

username4 I love how Max pretends to not like Lando, but when George try to say something he's defending

↳username5 That's real sibling energy

carlossainz55 Congrats to the both of you! 💪

↳landonorris during one weekend I did two things no one expected me to do

username6 No but that's a valid point Max got, cuz how long have Y/n and Lando been together? A YEAR AND HE ALREADY PROPOSED

↳username7 meanwhile Carmen still waiting for her ring after years

username8 Max ain't getting rid of Lando after this

↳yn_verstappen I think he doesn't mind it 😅

username9 Jos getting another son to train

↳username10 Jos pls turn Lando into a world champion

username9 Possibly without the abuse part?

yn_verstappen Not possible I think lol

josverstappen7 Take good care of her

↳yn_verstappen Better than you did 😐

↳username11 Jos tryna make a comeback into Y/n's life lmao

username12 Suddenly he even follows Lando?

username11 Thankfully Lando doesn't follow him back

maxverstappen1 To clear up the accusations - I will not hate myself for giving him the idea, I enjoy having Lando in the family

↳yn_verstappen They know, Maxie 😭 they're just joking around

username13 Imagine Max, Lando and Y/n together in the same room with Jos 💀

↳username2 I meannn Y/n does a pretty good job avoiding her father, I don't think she wants Lando to meet him

username1 Man's extremely rich, are we surprised?

username2 Trying to impress Max lmao first the win, now this

username3 Well it's understandable that they want privacy on such day

username4 I NEED TO KNOW IF JOS WILL BE THERE

↳username2 Knowing Y/n she won't invite him

username4 As 👏 she 👏 should 👏

username5 Little Lando Norris is the last person from the grid that I expected to get married now

↳username1 Or ever lol

username6 I hope after they are married and have kids Jos will stay away from them

↳username7 Yeah I don't think Y/n would want Jos to be involved in the kids' life after how abusive he was towards Max

username8 Abusive 💀 if it wasn't for Jos Max wouldn't be a world champion

username7 What about Lewis who didn't have an abusive parent?

username9 I'm really hoping to see Y/n keep her last name so their kids can have the last name of a world champion

↳username2 Lando still has a chance 😭 if not this season, then he still has a lot of time

↳username10 Maybe "no kids before Lando's first championship" is their second rule lmao

yn_norstappen Better than I've ever dreamed of 💓 thank you everyone for being there for us and celebrating our love together 💓 and thank you to my amazing husband for making me his wife

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username1 norstappen in the username 😭 I love her she's iconic

landonorris thank you to my beautiful wife for existing

↳username2 I think we know who he can thank for this 💀

maxverstappen1 It was better than I expected

↳landonorris supportive as always❤️

↳yn_norstappen Chill Maxie we all know you're happy for us

georgerussell63 It was such a beautiful wedding

↳yn_norstappen You should take notes, maybe you'll need it one day

carlossainz55 I cried and I'm proud of it

↳yn_norstappen I had no idea you'd be so touched!

carlossainz55 I guess it was just very heartwarming to see Lando get married, especially when you're the one he's getting married to

yn_norstappen Thank you 🥹🫶 I also cried a lot and I'm crying again reading all these kind comments

↳username3 Lando also cried! It was funny to see that after he said he's just not the kinda guy to cry during touching moments like this

username4 Yeahhhh I was surprised he didn't cry after his first win like 🥹aren't u happy pookie⁉️

yn_norstappen If you like to see Lando crying, wait for a video of our wedding day!!

↳landonorris that was kinda cute!

charles_leclerc Your first win, your first wife, what's next?😂

↳yn_norstappen FIRST and LAST wife

landonorris obviously baby

username3 New gossip alert, he said "obviously baby" without a comma ("obviously, baby") so what if he's actually replying to Charles' question saying next is their first baby? 😭

oscarpiastri So happy to have been with you on such important day

↳landonorris cheesy osc

↳yn_norstappen Thank you Oscar

mclaren Cheers to the newlyweds 🥂 (and to many more wins of Lando's)

↳oscarpiastri But tbh such a shame there was no orange theme

landonorris the baby shower will be black and orange

oscarpiastri You're already planning I see

landonorris it's a bit obvious innit

yn_norstappen LANDO

yn_norstappen We're NOT having a baby YET

landonorris after the first world champion title✍️got it baby

josverstappen7 Shame I couldn't be there with you, but happy regardless

↳yn_norstappen You COULDN'T? I didn't invite you

↳username2 nahhh Jos is tryna make it seem like he couldn't make it but we all know he just wasn't invited lmao

[5sospenguinqueen]

Terrible Two | Max Verstappen x Hamilton! Reader

Summary: Lewis hates the idea of Max dating his sister. Not because he's overprotective but because he’s trying to save the younger driver from the insanity of his sister. Or the one where Y/N terrorises the Grid OFF the track and Max terrorises them ON the track.

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Not 2021.

Female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

Requested by @shelbyteller

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName race day with my favourite hamilton (oh, and lewis was there too, i guess) 💚 tagged: roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton

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User 1 i live for the hamilton sibling shade

lewishamilton i miss how peaceful my life was before you were born

→ YourUserName i miss how peaceful my life was before i was born too

→ User2 oof, felt that

roscoelovescoco loves you aunty y/n

→ YourUserName and i love you my sweet boy. i’m already planning my next attempt to kidnap you

→ User3 i love that she wastes no time to pick on lewis but plays along with his roscoe account

→ YourUserName i don’t play when it comes to my fluffy man

User4 miss thing, you are not slick. we all see the red bull in the last slide

→ User5 omg and they were seen chatting outside the space between the two garages earlier

→ User6 she was also seen talking to charles, pierre, valtteri and george but i don’t see any of you linking them together?

→ User7 her and Charles tho

→ User6 ffs 🙄

mercedesamgf1 you and roscoe are also our favourite hamiltons

→ lewishamilton i just can’t catch a break

charles_leclerc thank you for letting me into the garage to see the baby 🐶

maxverstappen1 always nice having you around the paddock

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName another weekend, another flex 🏁. also, thank you to @ nike for literally being the reason i get to chase my brother around the world tagged: lewishamilton, georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 will you stop eating my snacks

→ YourUserName no, you don’t need them. your trainer says you’re getting fat

→ georgerussell63 don’t tell lies!

lewishamilton shoes on the bed!!

→ YourUserName they never touched the bed! and they’ve never even touched the ground!

→ YourUserName get off my post!

→ YourUserName go lose some races!

→ lewishamilton just like you’ve lost my love!

→ YourUserName i never wanted it in the first place!

→ roscoelovescoco that hurtses my feelings

→ User8 not lewis using baby roscoe against y/n

charles_leclerc perhaps you could wear red next?

→ landonorris nah mate. papaya all the way

→ maxverstappen1 i think she'd look better in blue

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mercedesamgf1 thank you for being the most entertaining member of the garage

→ georgerussell63 admin, how could you? i thought i was the best 🥺

User9 i'm living for y/n's sponsored post for work literally leads to her terrorising half the grid

→ User10 and the fact that it usually leads to admin and the grid terrorising themselves

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User1 no because the way this woman had him blushing and kicking his feet outside his own garage earlier, he’s smitten

→ User2 omg i saw that, he was fumbling over his words and everything

→ User3 i was in the paddock and no joke, he giggled!

User4 um i highly doubt max is flirting with y/n to mess with lewis, if anything, lewis asked y/n to flirt with max to mess up his game

→ User5 i bet you’re feeling real foolish about this comment now (race day tweet)

→ User6 agreed with user5, if anything the flirting fuelled max because he won with an 8 second lead

User7 no because they would be far too hot for any of us to handle

YourUserName oh look at that, I’m trending again

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName thanks for having me @ redbullracing. it was a different perspective of the track, that’s for sure. well done on your 1-2 tagged: maxverstappen1

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mercedesamgf1 but you’re still a traitor 💔

User8 why tf is she in red bull. like could she make her disdain for lewis any more obvious

→ User9 what drugs are you on. the company she works for were invited by red bull and she went as their rep. lewis was seen waving at her from mercedes

→ User10 literally i swear all you lewis girlies look for any chance to hate on his sister like his sister isn’t the light of his life

lewishamilton i missed you

→ User10 you tell 'em, lew

→ YourUserName @ lewishamilton you’re so needy

→ YourUserName but i missed you too

redbullracing our good luck charm

→ georgerussell63 back off. you can’t have her

→ mercedesamgf1 @ georgerussell63 you tell ‘em, boo

maxverstappen1 it was a delight to have you

→ User11 dude you need better rizz than that

charles_leclerc ferrari in the future?

→ lewishamilton no

→ georgerussell63 no

→ mercedesamgf1 no

→ maxverstappen1 no

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danielricciardo i tried getting you to visit me there for years but max comes along and asks ONCE

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→ User12 omg max invited her

→ User13 omg she was there for work

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName he said he liked my curls so I let him take me for a drive

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yourfriend okay but the hair is looking fire

lewishamilton who’s car is that

lewishamilton where are you

lewishamilton who are you with

lewishamilton I know you’re on your phone. stop ignoring my comments

→ User1 lewis is killing me

→ User2 she’s really making him work up a sweat

yourfriend2 these pics are killing me. salivating

→ yourfriend3 agreed. bark bark woof woof

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User3 okay but doesn’t that look a lot like max’s recent car?

→ lewishamilton show me the evidence

→ User3 omg no way you replied

→ User4 you literally can barely see the car but okay?

maxverstappen1 was he at least a good driver?

→ YourUserName i don’t know. he hit the curb and was a bit on the slow side

→ User5 you ain't slick, sis

landonorris omg you promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about us

→ YourUserName omg but you kept asking me for curl care routines. how could i resist?

alex_albon i mean the curls are nice but i don’t know how he can put up with your personality

→ YourUserName @ lilymhe dump him

→ lilymhe but he’s losing? so i feel like i have to wait until the season is over

→ alex_albon babe!

User1 do they need a third

User2 omg i called it. i called it. i called it

User3 everybody stay FUCKIGN CALM!

User4 okay but the way he holds her when he kisses her 🥹

User5 can somebody check on lewis? i feel he may not be able to handle this

→ User6 i can't handle this. let alone anyone else

User7 omg omg omg

User8 anyone else think these photos are an absolute invasion of privacy? how disgusting

→ User9 oh agreed. we hate that this was done but we're also so happy that they're together

User10 mom and dad

User11 the dream team. one can terrorise the grid OFF the track and one terrorises them ON the track

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName when bae is thirsty so am i 💦

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User12 is this a hard launch

→ User13 no, i think the paps did that for them

→ maxverstappen1 she had a 10 page document of plans for a soft launch as well

→ User14 um miss y/n, we'll still take those posts please

User15 does this mean we’re going to be getting y/n in the red bull garage from now to on and not Merc :(

→ georgerussell63 we were told we had to have shared custody

→ mercedesedamgf1 toto and christian had to sign a contract

lewishamilton i don’t like this. i'm happy for you but i do not need max verstappen thirst traps all over my feed

→ YourUserName well, i know you much prefer the real thing but you’re not allowed to drool over that anymore

→ lewishamilton how do i disown you?

→ YourUserName i've been asking myself that question for years

danielricciardo woohoo maxie. i wasn't familiar with you like that. she’s far too pretty for you, mate

→ maxverstappen1 i know

User1 not y/n being the thing that makes max active on socials

charles_leclerc it's nice to see the two of you finally together so that max stops talking to me in the cool down room about your beauty

→ maxverstappen1 shut the fuck up.

→ YourUserName @ maxverstappen1 aww you think i’m pretty

→ maxverstappen1 of course I do

landonorris how could you do this to me. i thought we were forever

→ YourUserName we weren’t even for 2 minutes

→ danielricciardo she only likes champions, mate

redbullracing going to need these blown up and out in the garage

→ YourUserName already on it

User2 petition for y/n to become max’s official photographer

→ maxverstappen1 agreed

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName just a couple of besties aka my brother wants to steal my boyfriend tagged: maxverstappen1, lewishamilton

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danielricciardo i think you mean MY boyfriend

→ YourUserName max told me your little fling meant nothing to him

→ danielricciardo @ maxverstappen1 you bitch!

→ maxverstappen1 i'm sorry but y/n means more to me than our night together

→ danielricciardo take it back

→ YourUserName your head game just wasn’t that strong

→ lewishamilton @ YourUserName i hate you for making me read that

georgerussell63 why don’t you take pics like this of me with lewis 🥺 i like him more than max does

→ YourUserName @ lewishamilton you’re upsetting all of your boyfriends tonight

→ lewishamilton i hate you

landonorris does this mean you’re free for me to hit you up

→ maxverstappen1 watch your back on the track

→ redbullracing @ maxverstappen1 christian said you’re not allowed to say that online anymore

→ maxverstappen1 for legal purposes, my previous comment was a joke

maxverstappen1 you’re the only Hamilton for me, schatje

→ YourUserName love you baby

→ maxverstappen1 love you too 💕

→ charles_leclerc @ maxverstappen1 i miss when you loved me

mercedesamgf1 please stop posting these. you’re making the rest of the grid jealous

mclaren please stop upsetting the grid by revealing their affairs. now they’re all crying

williamsracing @ YourUserName for the sake of the race, please stop stealing max from his boyfriends. they can’t drive through their tears

redbullracing we need more content like this, please. if the other drivers are too heartsick, there’s nothing standing in our way

→ redbullracing for legal reasons, this is a joke

[dannyricsmirrorball]

tying the knot • cl16 part 2 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?

alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so sorry this took a-bit more time to get out then i initially planned but nevertheless hope you enjoy!! one more part after this x. i lied

NOT PROOF READ YET!

part 1 here!

august 2023

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yourusername forever & always

username2 WHAT?!

username18 please don’t tell me we lost y/n to a guy and a marriage all in one day

username1 I AM HYPERVENTILATING

username9 WHO IS THAT MAN?

username33 y/n is MARRIED?!

username14 omfg she’s so stunning

username81 y/n cheated on me 😭

username72 everyone losing their minds over the guy but i just wanna know who from the grid went

username18 i NEED to know who was in the wedding party

pierregasly jolie fille 🩷

francisca.cgomes sexiest bride out

⤷ yourusername stop it i’m blushing 🫣😘

charles_leclerc 🤍

⤷ username55 u guys don’t think…

⤷ username16 omfg i’d actually cry if it was him, i’ve shipped them forever like they’re literally childhood friends to lovers, brothers best friend/best friends sister, slowburn irl… but realistically it’s defs not

lilymhe the cutest 🥹 but make sure he knows ur still MY wife

⤷ yourusername ofc ofc baby

⤷ alex_albon oh?

luisinhaoliveira99 congrats my girl 😍

estebanocon ouah y/n!

lorenzotl félicitations petite soeur

⤷ yourusername enzo 🥹

⤷ username62 lorenzo calling y/n his little sister I COULD CRY

alex_albon nice!

georgerussell63 congratulations! 👏

carmenmmundt 🩷🩷

joris__trouche belle cérémonie y/n!

⤷ yourusername ❤️

arthur_leclerc 😄😄

heidiberger_ blushing bride!

leclerc_pascale ma belle fille

⤷ yourusername merci maman ❤️

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lilymhe my best friend in the world got cuffed 🥂

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yourusername the best maid of honour i could’ve asked for 🥹🩷

⤷ lilymhe forever babe 🤍

yourusername u next!!! alex_albon

⤷ alex_albon maybe she’ll stop calling u her wife then 😵‍💫

⤷ lilymhe NEVER

username23 OMFG LILY WAS HER MAID OF HONOUR 😭😭

username9 LILY AND ALEX WERE AT THE WEDDING!!!now we know people from the grid were defs there, now onto who else!

⤷ username11 i mean obv they would be… lily and y/n are best friends. also pierre and kika were obviously there bc he’s her brother, charles and his brothers probably too bc they’re childhood friends, and based on who else was in italy for what was obviously the hens night and bachelor party - carlos, carmen, george, heidi, danny, luisa, lando, isa, carla, charlotte

luisinhaoliveira99 the fits 🥵

alex_albon top night yourusername charles_leclerc

alex_albon top night yourusername

⤷ lilymhe omg alex

⤷ yourusername don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose

⤷ username72 what are they talking abt?

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francisca.cgomes parabéns linda menina. eu te amo minha irmã, sempre e para sempre. 💒

translation: congratulations beautiful girl. i love you my sister, always and forever. 💒

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username15 gonna cry… kika calling y/n her sister 😭😭

username8 the best sister-in-laws

yourusername kika 🥹🥹 the best sister ever

alex_albon LMFAO y/n crying in the third slide 💀

⤷ yourusername watch it albono

⤷ lilymhe idk if my eyes were deceiving me but i’m pretty certain i saw u welling up

⤷ georgerussell63 no no ur eyes weren’t deceiving u, alex cried like a little bitch

⤷ alex_albon UM OK?? i’ve watched them grow up waht did u expect 😫 also george i know u aren’t speaking

⤷ yourusername awww that’s rlly sweet alex

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carmenmmundt felicidades linda 🤍

tagged yourusername, georgerussell63

yourusername carmen!! 🩷

username63 carmen slaying the wedding fit TRUST she will always show UP

georgerussell63 😍😍

username62 everyone going all in and out for y/n’s wedding, as they shouldddd

alex_albon george looking fitty

⤷ username2363 galex rights!

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heidiberger_ cutest weekend! many well wishes to my girl yourusername 🤍

username4 omg danny and heidi look SO good

yourusername love u!!! thanku my love 🤍

username3 this is frfr the wedding of the year

username99 scotty and blake were there?? y/n fr knows EVERYONE

⤷ username8 love how we’ve all collectively ignored that the groom also has family and friends 😭

danielricciardo 😫

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daniel3.jpg the royal wedding p1

tagged yourusername, heidiberger_, scottyjames31

username3 heidi and daniel look so perfect 😭

username82 i’m sorry but how many outfit changes did y/n have?!? i love thoooo

yourusername so glad both ur girlfriend and boyfriend could attend

yourusername omg danny 🥹 these are so perfect

scottyjames31 looking fresh DR

username6 i want daniel3.jpg to photograph my wedding

username85 her wedding was literally a DREAM. like the venue, the guest list, the multiple dresses, DANNYRIC PHOTOGRAPHY

username64 the parasols 😍

lando.jpg all my photos turned out crap sorry yourusername

⤷ alex_albon yeah bc u were on the piss mate

⤷ yourusername it’s okay lan just glad u had fun

charles_leclerc thanku daniel.

⤷ daniel3.jpg oh charles don’t thank me yet. this is part 1…

⤷ charles_leclerc daniel.

⤷ daniel3.jpg i take bribes in the form of cash 😄

⤷ yourusername money badger frfr

⤷ username36 oh no what dirt does danny have on charles?!

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maxverstappen1 many congrats to the happy couple!

username92 even max was there?!

danielricciardo looking fitty maxxie

⤷ maxverstappen1 all for you

⤷ heidiberger_ i get the struggle now carmenmmundt lilymhe

username18 just max lookin this good for the wedding of the centuryyy

username74 losing lestappen but at least it’s to y/n

⤷ username14 ITS NOT CHARLES

yourusername thanku maxy 🩷

landonorris he’s laughing at my jokes here 😝😘

⤷ charles_leclerc *laughing at you

username16 IM SORRY BUT LIKE- charles doesn’t even follow max but he’s liked and commented….

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arthur_leclerc fiancé à marié 🤍

tagged yourusername, lorenzotl, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly

username84 so arthur was at the engagement…

⤷ username82 hmmm interesting

carla.brocker 🩷🩷

yourusername love uuu thurthur 🤍🤍

username80 just arthur posting for his brother’s wedding 😝

username73 the picture of the gasly and leclerc siblings with jules and tom IM SO SOFT

charles_leclerc mate where did you find that picture 😦 long time ago, great memories ❤️

username46 guys idk if u understand how crazy it was that he was at the engagement…

⤷ username55 is normal for friends and family to be there for the engagement

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username18 by the tags you’d think y/n and lando got married 💀

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username7 carlos posting lando like they’re a couple LOL

yourusername grazie chilli 😘

charles_leclerc looking good mate 👌

username72 awww carlos was there as well 🥹

⤷ username46 obv had to be there for his teammates wedding

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alex_albon i remember everything…

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username8 ahhh leclerc wags at y/n’s wedding 🥰

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username26 y/n’s sister in laws…?

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isahernaez el amor está en el aire. espero que la vida de casados ​​te trate bien, la ceremonia más bonita y me lo pasé genial jugando a decir sí al vestido! 🥂💒

translation: love is in the air. i hope married life treats you well, the most beautiful ceremony and i had a great time playing say yes to the dress!

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username18 ahhh i love their friendship sm

username66 isa helped pick y/n’s dress 😭 y/n never beating those ferrari wags rumours

yourusername isa 😭 thanku for everything 🥹 i’m gonna cry

luisinhaoliveira99 sooo pretty!!

username7 her and y/n still being friends 🫂🫂

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username71 danny coming in w the content he knew we wanted

username14 pierre and kika 🥹

username35 omg ofc they all jumped in the pool. wouldn’t expect anything less from this bunch 😭

username82 omfg this looks so much fun

username27 lando getting litty 💀💀

⤷ username2 lmfao look at charles tho 😭

yourusername foolish of me to think these wouldn’t make the cut but at least none of mine are totally embarra 💀

username16 oh to get drunk and party at y/n’s wedding reception w the grid + the entire f1 community

username8 sorry i’m actually creasing at charles. this must be what he was talking abt on the other post lmfao.

charles_leclerc GIVE ME MY 50 BACK

⤷ lilymhe 50? daniel u do not know how to play the game

⤷ usernams74 did charles really expect 50€ to silence the money badger?

username81 oh charles was GONE gone

username72 y/n planned this so perfectly. making sure it was during summer break when the entire grid was off so they could get wasted without having to worry

scuderiaferrari what is our driver doing…? that’s just bc your so happy right charles… right?

⤷ charles_leclerc look away admin. look away 😔

⤷ daniel3.jpg drunk on happiness 🤣🤣

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lorenzotl nous vous avons vu grandir ensemble, maintenant vieillir ensemble.

translation: we watched you grow up together, now grow old together.

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username23 ummm does this mean what i think it means?!

username16 IM SORRY??? is lorenzo saying that y/n’s husband is CHARLES

username22 THIS IS HOW I WINNNNN. childhood friends to lovers EXCELLENCE

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leclerc_pascale mes beaux enfants 🤍

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⤷ yourusername youngest child struggles arth 🤷‍♀️😫

⤷ pierregasly sucks to suck

charles_leclerc oh putain how old we are!

username52 this is CRAZY like i’m so happy but i never thought this would become real

username91 going to SOB look at pascale fixing up y/n’s makeup 😭

⤷ username23 she watched her grow up and now she’s watching her marry her son 😭

username18 i still think that it’s not charles. like why would they hide that

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charles_leclerc my best friend is married 🤍 si fier 😘

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username99 lol nvm

username87 i’m actually going to SOB

username2 damn i’m still rooting for them

username9 the pic of him y/n and pierre OH IM GONNA CRY

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username7 WHY LORENZO WHY DID U TEASE US LIKE THAT?? MAKING US BELIEVE IT WAS CHARLES.

⤷ username86 he’s delulu like us

⤷ username72 he’s still manifesting. biggest y/n charles shipper.

username16 waiting for him to say ‘to me’ 😭 PLEASE

pierregasly mate how long ago was that 😮‍💨

username91 charles and that damn 😘 emoji

username74 i can feel the pining and yearning from here

username62 i just know mans is going thru it. he has had the fattest most obvious crush on her foreverrrr.

username43 dc what anyone says. this doesn’t mean anything. like this could still be a husband posting his wife.

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pierregasly félicitations ma petite. celebrating my best friends tonight!

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username37 i’m gonna sob. their relationship is so special to me.

username14 the pic of them dancing 😭😭

username01 best brother sister duo

username16 ‘celebrating my best friends’ hmmmm ur not slick pierre

⤷ username92 or he’s just best friends w her husband. charles isn’t his only best friend.

yourusername pierre 🥹🥹

username81 IM SORRY BUT THE LAST PIC COME ON

username36 im not one to feed into rumours but like why would lorenzo, arthur, pierre, AND charles include baby pics of all of them if it’s not y/n and charles

⤷ username63 y/n is practically family to the leclerc. they grew up w her. she’s like they’re sister.

⤷ username36 see id get that but why would pierre include a baby pic of all of them instead of just him and y/n. like it’s y/n’s wedding and he’s her sister. what does that have to do w the leclercs.

⤷ username16 RIGHT like i get if the leclercs just did that but pierre also including it and tagging the leclercs… like they’re joining families idk man

username91 i’m totally not crying abt the baby pic of y/n and then the pic of her at her wedding holding her cousin’s baby

username27 i’m sorry pierre but i could recognise that jaw from a mile away

username72 all these people saying it’s charles. r u forgetting his post where he said his BEST FRIEND is married???

⤷ username46 people can like yk lie

⤷ username16 he said his best friend is married. he could mean married to him?

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yourusername a fairytale 💒

username73 her wedding was a literal fairytale

username27 the shoes 😲 jaw dropped

username86 eating up every piece of content from this wedding. especially any of y/n and her husband 😩

lilymhe my princess 🥹

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username92 those flower girls look so cute 😭

pierregasly nuit émouvante petit. tellement heureux pour vous deux.

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francisca.cgomes best night ever linda ✨✨

carlossainz55 so happy for the both of you 👏👏

arthur_leclerc no one deserves it more ❤️

⤷ yourusername mon petit frère 🥺

charles_leclerc ma meilleure pote

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[darlingofvalyria]

❝I am not a Valyrian Sex God.❞

part 03 | pucker up, buttercup

chapter summary:

[ The line of friendship dances in uncertain waters when you and Aemond play the fake dating game a little too well. Helaena reveals much more than meets the eye to Aegon, and vice versa. Oh, and Alys. Hi Alys! ]

[ 5,399 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— mostly fluff, a wee bit angsty, a little smutty - profanity, i swear a lot sorry too shhshs - no use of y/n - no gods, no kings, no betas.

a/n— thank you so much for the love this little fic is getting so far!! it truly warms my heart that you people enjoy my twisty, crackpot humour and my version of a modern au for these characters!! as much as i am grateful for george for making these characters and these stories, i have to say what propelled me to write is the beautiful community i found. truly, from the bottom of my heart. ❥ fandom is built on community. i would not have had the courage to start writing fanfiction again if not for ya'll. so thank you so much. for the consumers and the creators. you, us, are the beating heart of fandom. please take care of each other. + comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

"Please tell me I haven't inhaled so much drugs in my system that I am hallucinating our— and I say this with a lot love, okay you know what? No. Our Nasty Little Bitch of A Grudge Holder we call, lovingly, a brother, is not dating the hottest friend you have? Hel? The hottest friend you told me if I ever came anywhere near, you'd rip me a new asshole? How is Aemond's asshole still intact?? Or does our brother just have a gaping fun-house slide down there? Hello? Hellooo, pay attention to meee. This is so rude, why didn't I call Daeron?"

"Because Daeron knows nothing and I know everything?" Hel snorts, finishing up re-naming Aemond's contact from CURRENT DUMB BRO to NASTY LITTLE BITCH OF A GRUDGE HOLDER, before turning to Aegon on her laptop.

Like she predicted, Aegon is already pouting, leaning back on what Helaena remembers is their grandfather's rum-coloured leather office chair. In his office. In Oldtown.

After a quick stint in Ibiza, it seems Helaena's brother had found himself back in the country, and worse— back in their grandfather's office. Without him in it.

"Grandpa's going to kill you." Helaena snorts. "How'd you even get inside his house?"

"This is not the first time I have been faced with a locked door, baby sister."

"You broke a window didn't you?"

"I really, really had to piss."

She rolls her eyes. Hard. "You are a boy. You can literally just pee anywhere."

Aegon flutters a gasp and a hand over his chest. "Excuse me? I may have a penis, but that does not mean I have to be uncouth. For shame, Helaena. Also disgusting. But that's not why I called." He steeples his fingers as he leans forward, pressing his elbows against the nice mahogany desk. "What the fuck is happening over there? I'll be there by tomorrow and I'd like to know what the fuck is happening before I start—" he wiggles his eyebrows salaciously, " — shaking things up."

A dark look crosses Helaena's usually amiable pretty face that has Aegon leaning back. "If you do anything— and I mean anything — to ruin what I have going on, Mother may help you for I certainly won't. The Stranger will look like an old friend, Egg, don't you fucking dare."

"What the fuck," Aegon exhales, wide-eyed and horrified. "Have you been watching M. Night Shyamalan movies again?"

"No," she lies. "I'm doing this for my OTP."

 "Oh my god, you're the one who roped them together?" Aegon strangles a sigh. "Lae-lae, we've talked about this. No matter how much you think they're cute, Aemond—"

"— Aemond and Alys broke up."

"Then they'll be together again before the weekend's out." Aegon rolls his eyes. "It's Aemond."

"Not like this." Hel shakes her head. "I got her to agree, Egg. And they're like... Gods, the pictures don't do them justice. They're magnetic. They make plans at the apartment, Aemond is there all the time— my OTP is happening."

"You are playing god between two people you care about."

"What else am I supposed to do?! They're obviously so hot for each other, and now that Alys is out of the picture, and she's there, right in front of him, Egg, you should see how it is between them. The energy. It's crackling. They have inside jokes, they're so comfortable with each other, and I will have the most beautiful nephew and niece—"

"—Helaena Targaryen," Aegon admonishes with finality. Hel quiets. Often times, the siblings forget Aegon is quintessentially the oldest sibling. They had never been close to their father's actual firstborn— the age gap is wide and there's just... too much complicated family fissures in between that it feels awkward, even when they're relationship is okay, to interact or consider Rhaenyra anything past a cousin you see every other holiday because you have to, much less now that their father's dead — so Aegon is their big brother.

And though they see it in bits, in flung comet pieces that you see preciously once every few hundred years— the vibe of big brother grasps the edges and reminds the younger siblings.

Sure, he's a dick. Sure, he's a whore. Sure, he's their mother's least and most favourite headache— but Aegon is their big brother.

"You cannot play puppeteer like this. This can blow up in their faces. And they care for each other. Their friends. If this blows up in their faces, it is going to hurt."

"I know that," Helaena says quietly, pout pinched but face mostly cleared. "You don't think I don't know?"

"I think you've already outweighed your chances and your choosing a possibility."

Helaena looks truly scolded at that point, and it juts a guilt down Aegon's stomach. But Aegon likes you. Maybe not like in the way that his brother likes you— in that intense, possessive way he gets with people and things he care about because there are so few of them — but he likes you. And he loves Aemond on a bad day, and likes him on a good one.

And Aegon knows, as a superior power about crashing and burning, that this is going to hurt both of you in ways that he truly doesn't think Helaena understands.

Because he isn't blind (as his brother) (bad joke?) (probably) to what he sees in Aemond's gaze when it looks at you. Sure it's possessive, sure it's the same way he looks at most people he keeps close to his heart.

But he was the one who saw how Aemond looked at you before Alys came into the picture. Before it morphed into nothing but platonic; morphed close to how he looks at Helaena. In that soft, I'm So Glad This Person Exists I Would Kill Literally Everyone For Them.

Aegon always thought he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Etch you into his skin until your shape is in red marks across white plane. He looked at you like I Would Kill Myself If You Asked.

It was the possibility of devotion dipped in insanity. Aemond had so few things, much less people, who so vocally, physically, and emotionally cared for him without addendums.

The only real reason he never did anything before was because you were Helaena's best friend. Helaena loved you. And he couldn't destroy that alongside the fact that you might leave his side.

And then Alys happened and that focal point moved.

Aegon knew his brother. Not as intensely, and maybe that's the reason he could see it. To see clearly past the intensity and recognise its edges. Aegon knew his brother in his marrow.

"When this crashes and burns—"

"If!" Helaena quips stubbornly. "If it crashes and burns. Come home. You'll see, Egg. Aemond just needs to see."

"And what if she doesn't reciprocate, Lae-lae? She's not hard to love, and this is Aemond." Even Helaena knows his feelings, once taken root in whatever form, can blossom.

Helaena smiles softly. "Come home. You'll see. I can see it. I've seen it. The possibility of them, and it's so pretty, Egg."

It's really not all that pretty, fake dating.

Maybe it could be, but Aemond Targaryen is such an ass.

"This is not like The Devil Wears Prada fashion montage," you grumble, pinching off the big, 60s, yellow sunglasses off your nose to glare pointedly at the man sat on lounge chair. "All the zippers and tugging— this is not as pretty! And I look ridiculous! I don't wear dresses like these, Aemy!"

"You don't look ridiculous, you look like my girlfriend." He makes his emphasis with an inch raised eyebrow and pouty lips twitching not to laugh. "That's the point, is it not?"

You make a drawl huff. It's not just that his words were right— that's what the past hour has been, roaming around all these big named fashion brands where the staff just knows Aemond Targaryen, if not just by him sauntering in with all the swagger of an asshole you'd walk the other side of the street to ignore, then by the flash of his black card (or three, 'cause what the fuck is money to Targaryens holy shit) — but the way he's sitting as he appraises every look he's chosen for you.

He's lax, as could be in his usually perfect posture, with his hips in the middle, and one leg braced down whilst the other is raised to his other thigh. A confident man's sitting position, with an arm over the length of the sofa, balancing a champagne a trying-to-suppress-her-giddiness staff gave him.

At your disapproved glare— down on your nose at him because you're standing over him, lording over him, as he's sitting down — and he's smirking up at you. As if the power dynamics don't shift by whoever is looming over the other.

Aemond doesn't need to stand to make you feel all fluttery with a smirk and a strong gaze against your body. His eyes gaze from the bottom of your heeled toes, slow, slow, slow, until it reached the top of your head.

Surely you've only imagined his gaze lingering on certain parts of you that now felt hot and tingly.

Surely.

"Plus," he continues with a hum. A sip of champagne. "Isn't this your idea?"

"Yes, but—"

"Didn't you tell me that I should prepare the kind of outfits that Aemond Targaryen's girlfriend would wear—"

 "Yes, but I—"

He leans forward, taking pleasure in arguing with you, as he settles his elbows on his knees, pressing both of his feet flat on the tile. He's looking up, still, but his eyes are intense and the corner of his mouth is twitching from a grin he's trying to fight.

"And even when I told you that didn't matter, that whatever you wore would be fine, you insisted?"

"Because I thought it'd be fun!" you growl and he falls in faint, amused laughter. His eye is sparkling and there's a joy to him that makes you giddy. You truly have missed Aemond as you know him. "Because I wanted a fun dress-up montage, but nothing about this is fun! Why are you choosing so many goddamned zippers, and they're all so fucking tight?"

You plop beside him, stealing his champagne. Staff look away, trying not to ogle too much between you two. As you take sips of his drink, his hand, still over the sofa's arm, begin drawing idle circles on your exposed shoulders. It warms you and calms you down, melting further in the seat beside him.

"I liked the dresses," he finally murmurs. "The ones before this. The flowy fabric ones."

"Those are summer dresses," you say though don't know why.

"Hm," he hums. "You look pretty in them."

You look up at him and he's looking at you, a small smile on his face. The proximity is too near to be proper but not near enough if you're fake dating. You study his silver lashes and the scarred flesh.

"Thanks."

"We'll get them. Is that alright with you?"

You snort softly. "You're paying, Aemy. You can do whatever you want. Can't believe this is how your dates with Alys usually went."

Hatching plans meant unloading information about his former relationship with her. Going through their relationship so you could understand it better, better proportioned the good and the bad, and secretly, make him see the red flags that should jump out in clear, plastic red.

"Not at first." He's looking away now, but his finger is still drawing circles. There's a wistful tone to his voice, like seeing through a dream and a memory. "But when it got... bad, it seemed like the only time we weren't fighting was when we were in public. Almost subconsciously, whenever things got tensed, I'd offer to take us out. Do anything outside of our bubble. Money isn't an issue, and before Alys said she felt like a... cheap whore than a girlfriend, buying things for her, spending time looking through things to wear, to match almost, was safe."

"Gift Giving," you mutter with a nod. He turns.

"What was that?"

"A love language." He cocks his head. You sigh. "I mean it's stupid and not really theoretically accurate, but for fun, there's five types of love languages. People do this test thing and sort of box up the kind of love language you want to receive and what you give— but truly, in my opinion, a true kind of love demands all five for it to work."

He hums, intrigued. "And what are the five?"

"Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Physical Touch, Acts of Service, Gift Giving. But, you know, all of those should be given by a partner, in increments they can do for you. There shouldn't be a boxed fixture of what your relationship could be."

You shrug, standing up and stretching. You don't see him looking at you in the way that he has been for the past few days, and he doesn't know the tingles and feelings you keep between a smile and a sigh.

"Love looks different for everyone but it should have the same concept."

"And what concept is that?"

You turn to him, smiling. "That if you truly love someone, you can try anything. Love doesn't demand things that you do for the simple reason that you love the person enough."

"Love can be complicated," he says, and he's not arguing, not really. He isn't begging for you to understand. He is simply saying.

"Love can," you agree. "As most things are complicated. But it doesn't have to hurt."

It's a boundary line, the way he blinks, remembering why you're here together, why he gets to touch you in intimate ways, why he gets to pay for clothes, why you spend this time with him. A jolt. A shock.

You don't press and he doesn't retreat. The line exists not just to remind, but to stabilise any projections. Any dangerous tones.

You simply smile, nodding at the time. "Dinner date, babycakes. We can't be late for reservations."

"We can be late for a few minutes," he says, remembering echoes of how Alys sometimes got late. It isn't really her fault; there are days when she's too busy at the law firm, too busy with a meeting or two, or still finishing up her makeup because she doesn't like going to dinner in her work clothes.

"Sure, but we're here together and I know how much you hate being late." You snort.

"I don't hate it."

"Sure, but you got that eye twitch you do when you're annoyed," you tease, tapping your own eye before you wink at him and skip away.

For the past few days since the bar incident, by your suggestion, you and Aemond had pour out the intricacies of how Aemond and Alys' relationship worked whilst hiding your true intention of making him see its faults and corners, and at the same time, continue on with the charade of dating him.

It's been a packed week or so, going to your shifts at the bar, meeting with Cregan once and a while (boy had been busy, and he found the entire thing with Aemond incredibly hilarious).

You answered no question mark in regards on who the hand was, only sent a winky face or a kiss blowing emoji. You continue to post minute representations of your no-longer-single status in brief intervals, making sure that you never name him. You never publicly give him a recognisable body.

But for those that knew, knew.

It really wasn't that hard. There were only so much pale, toned hands, so much body builds you can hide with your hand covering his general face that you can hide without people making smart guesses. There wasn't a lot of pale, toned people around you after all.

But in your refusal to name him, the question continues, and so does Alys silent observation of every post. The only story she had liked had been the very first one.

You often wonder what she thinks, before your mind is devoured once again with everything else.

To be fair, as often as you had both been seeing each other lately— and it has been the most often you have been seeing of him — there were still things outside of Aemond and Helaena plans. And Aemond still had UNI to focus on.

"You know, I often forget you're still in university," you say now, comfortably warm in Aemond's car. All fresh leather seat and crisp new car smell despite knowing that Aemond's had this unit now for at least a year. He maybe rich, but he knew what he liked and took care of them.

He shoots you a quizzical look before looking back at the road. The city is bathed in a gorgeous stream of oranges and pinks, tie-dying glass buildings and bustle of city roads. When you look at him, you smile softly at how pretty the light hits him.

"Why is that? Do I look that young?"

"Your vibe is so old man on a nine to three, cigar breaks by four, and whiskey sours by seven pm."

He makes a disgruntled sound at the back of his throat. You laugh. "I would like to think it's my altruistic classicism. A timeless endeavour."

"Sure, old man," you tease then sigh. "Reality is, I'm so much older than you. I'm hanging out with a child. On my free day. Is this what it means to reach low status?"

"I am not a child." His reply is sharp, cutting, almost offended.

"You're in college."

"And of legal age? You're only four years older."

"Oh, right."

"What?"

You smirk at his dark look. "You like 'em way older."

His face, much like his gaze, heats up. You're imaging it when the ride turns red, the car slows to a stop, and he is looking at your lips. Surely it was, because you got transfixed with the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. A slow, tantalising movement.

It feels like an eternity stretched within three seconds. The light turns green and both of you turn away.

Well, there's been that. A few times. But it doesn't mean anything. Aemond is in that transition of trying to rid himself of bad habits, of being freshly single once again, and you know he and Alys get in on frequently. This had been a conversation a few days back, on a couch, smell of grease and pizza around the room while Murder She Wrote played in the background.

"Wait, wait, wait." You sat up, folding your legs underneath your butt, and giving Aemond your full attention with a little 'o' in your mouth.

"Wait!" Helaena calls playfully from her sway to the bathroom. "Imma pee!"

"Take care, my beloved!" you call back, before turning to Aemond with a big, Cheshire grin.

"Can we not dwell on it?" He's flustered but is trying not to show it, looking back to the TV as if he understood why there's a body on the plane.

But wine has been had, spilled and shared, and it's enough for you to grab that fluster and the topic, and smirked.

"No, no, we will talk about it. We shall! We must! Do you mean to tell me that by the end of it, most of the time, you two were just boning? Is Aemy, one of my favourite people in the world, a Valyrian Sex God?? Oh my god??"

"I am not a Valyrian Sex God."

"Okay, girly pop, please." You raised a hand in a 'talk to the hand' motion and he was smiling at you, entranced and frustrated. "Women talk, Aemy!"

There was a flush and Helaena came back. Wine did things to Helaena, and she was stumbling and giggling as she flopped behind you, turning around and encasing you in a koala hug.

"Women talk, baby bro." Helaena nodded sagely. "Even I try not to listen, they talk, alas."

"And Alys has said those hips—"  You pointed a j'accuse finger at his hips, then his mouth. "—and that tongue has done things that can make the Maiden blush."

Helaena groaned behind you're back, a slew of 'ew's escaping her mouth. And you were still being playful, teasing, but Aemond was looking at you, though scarlet, with a deepened expression.

And at that moment, both of you were thinking the same thing.

His chin brushing your thighs, your sighs like music to his ears, and his tongue making you scream.

Warmth pooled, twin expressions share a gaze. Hunger, desire, shame.

The connection was destroyed when Helaena abruptly jolted and fell down the carpet. Because she was holding onto you, you got pulled with her.

"Are you okay??" Aemond asked.

Hel gasped. "I thought I saw Bobby. I think I squished Bobby."

You shook your head. "You didn't. Bobby is spry. Bobby knows to move away."

Aemond's confused face peered down at both of you. "Who's Bobby?"

"The local spider that lives here."

"Of course." And he smiled.

You smiled back.

Helaena giggled beside you but when you ask her, she only shook her head.

And the silence that lulls in the car is like both of you reaching the very same memory and having to sit through the stifle of that drunken interaction about his sex life. He coughs, you let out a breathy giggle.

"I should admit something," he says, parking the car in front of the restaurant. Dusk is settling, sunset in bright red and orange turning to a cool blue and pretty lavender— and when you turn to him after getting out of the car, coddling your jacket close to your body, he looks nervy. Apologetic, almost.

"What? What'd you do?"

He bites his bottom lip. "I know something about this restaurant."

"I would assume. You chose it." Your eyes narrow, giving the black-out floor to ceiling windows a look. The Painted Table is lit up in a scrawled font on top of it.

You step inside, not bothering to turn to his call of your name, and is submerged by the restaurant's vibe. It's a darkened place with meaningful lighting but a casual air, a bar on the side, and an upbeat jazzy music dancing in the air — it looks good. The place smelled delicious.

Nothing about it sparked familiarity to you, but the anticipation from that look of guilt on his face brought you to a high-strung, so when he calls your name again, just behind you, you turn.

"Is this where you had your first date with Alys?"

He shakes his head. "No. No, but—"

"Aemond?"

The voice is familiar, and you don't stop enough to think before you're turning to the low, clear voice that's just a hint of husky, and Alys' green eyes go wide at your appearance.

She's dressed nice, dressed to go out in a black dress dipping low and fabric tangled around her body to show off her curves. Her inky hair was swept to one side and her mouth was bloodred.

Alys Rivers, owner of Aemond's firsts. The woman he seemingly can't let go off.

You smile. It feels fake. "Oh. Hi Alys."

Her shock staves off into a genuine smile that makes you guilty. "Hi, my love. I see you two are together. Always attached at the hip. Dinner?"

Before you nod— or maybe strangle Aemond — he comes forward, taking your hand in the process and lacing it. He's looking at her as if he's setting a challenge when Alys' eyes fall on your intertwined hands.

"Yes," he says. "We are."

"Well... that's good. This place is great. I—" Someone calls her name, she turns back. You shoot Aemond a withering glare you hope conveys how much you're going to beat his ass after this. She turns back, smiling still. There's a pinch between her eyes but it's gone by the third blink. "Well, I have to go. I'll see you both soon, okay?" She turns to you, stepping forward, not minding the Targaryen beside you. "Especially you. We haven't hung out in a while."

"That's true, I've missed you, you crazy witch." And she laughs and you smile, because you genuinely consider Alys to be one of your friends. Not maybe as deeply as Helaena's, or as close, but Alys was an amazing person and you enjoy her company.

Plus, right now the one you're angry about it solely the man holding your hand.

Alys turns to Aemond, and he stiffens. Between them is a complicated look. So many things unsaid, before her smirk softens. "It's nice to see you too, Aemond."

And she turns away, walking back to her table, to her date, when you tug him with you to the bar. As you order a dry martini, he speaks. Calm and soft.

"You're mad at me."

"You knew she was going to be here." You turn to him, arching an eyebrow, hating the way your chest pangs. "You stalked her and brought us here because you wanted to use me."

He shifts, face crumples at the word 'use' and calls your name in a plead. "It's not like that."

You snort, taking a sip of your drink when it arrives. "Don't lie."

"Okay. Yes, I did. I... I made an impulsive decision because I wanted to see how she could go on a date as if we were nothing." Bitterness cripples his words, the smirk on his lips is ironic and darkened in hurt. Your heart hurts for him, but you can't give him a pass just like that. He hurt you too.

"You could've told me."

He raises an eyebrow. "You would be okay with this?"

Your own smile is ironic and darkened by hurt. "You're already using me, Aemy. That was the deal I agreed, for Hel. It would at least lick the wound to have been in the know, and not, you know, got shot in the face with it."

At the first part of your tirade, he looked like he wanted to argue with the using part, but the realisation weighs him because it is true. To him, he is using you. And it's a cheap shot on your part because you were also doing this for him, out of your own free will.

You sigh when he turns away, guilt dipping low.

"You're such a dumbass."

He hums in agreement.

You're aware of a gaze from the tables, somewhere in the ocean of jazz music and chatter, Alys is looking, and you kinda wanna make this good for him. You were already here after all.

Your hand reaches his jaw, sliding across his neck until you reach his nape and fingers tangle with the baby hairs there. His hair had been wrapped into a bun. Sleek and fluffy.

He turns to you, to your touch, in shock. "What are you—"

"Try not to look so surprised," you whisper, stepping close to him until your noses are bumping. "We're supposed to be dating."

And then you slant your mouth against his.

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 5

Episode 5 starts sometime after August dropped the bombshell about Erik at the end of last episode, and Wilhelm decides for some reason to visit the party palace, in order to make himself feel extra shit? I don't know what's going on here.

Blink and you miss it: Hey, that's one of the clown masks they used for Wilhelm's initiation back in season 1.

Blink and you miss it: Henry and Valter are doing a class presentation on rhetorical analysis, and for some reason they chose former US president George W. Bush as their subject, which is pretty hilarious given that he was a notoriously bad public speaker.

Blink and you miss it: Instead of asking Wilhelm, who is sitting right next to Simon, how he's feeling, he writes the question in his notebook and slides it over.

Subtext: Gotta keep up that facade and bottle all the negative feelings inside!

Lost in translation: Vincent uses the word "nyanländ", "newly arrived", which is the current politically correct way of saying immigrant.

Subtext: ...but in typical bully fashion he asks the target of the racist "joke" if it was funny, and Marwan obviously lies about it as to not upset Vincent.

Subtext: Felice tries to play it off as no big deal, but she actually wants this opportunity to spend time with Sara without her other friends, in order to rebuild the friendship.

Subtext: Sara is right to be suspicious of her dad, because he is a lot more energetic than usual, and excuses his behaviour by him simply being in a good mood. It's probably his new medication that kicked in, though.

Subtext: Speaking of having a hard time showing weakness, that's exactly what Wilhelm's been struggling with by not telling Simon how upset he is about having learned that Erik took part in the gay porn initiation.

Subtext: So the whole subplot of the past four episodes was that the school locked up all the phones, and Wilhelm joined the little strike to get them back, pissing Simon off in the meantime, and now that they have their phones back he's not picking up when Simon is calling him? Not cool.

Culture: The choir is practising "En vänlig grönskas rika dräkt", a Swedish hymnal with text from 1889, but this version of the melody is from the 1930's and composed by Waldemar Åhlén. It's a very well-known summer song that pretty much every Swedish schoolkid has sung at some end-of-schoolyear summer assembly.

Cinematography: We're in the cursed music room, and this time the lighting is harsh and sharp, Wilhelm is in stark contrast to the rest of the room, there's no soft golden light smoothing things out, so we're gonna have an argument!

Subtext: Yeah, no, Wilhelm, sweetie, that's projection, that's what you are thinking about your brother. Simon isn't doing anything wrong here, he's just concerned about you being a moody asshole.

Cinematography: To illustrate how the relationship is going south, the music room which used to be full of instruments, is just getting emptier and emptier, and Simon is left standing alone at the piano.

Subtext: No, he's not feeling ok, and no, he's not interested in making up with Sara right now, because he's still angry at her.

Subtext: There are different kinds of homophobia, for example, there are people who talk loudly about how accepting they are of The Gays, but who react negatively when someone close to them comes out, because they were only fine with it at a distance. And then there are people who are ignorantly homophobic in general, but who turn out to be supportive of anyone close to them who comes out, because they know that that person isn't like The Other Gays. Shitty, but less shitty than the first group, and I think that's how Erik would have reacted had he known about Wilhelm.

Culture: In Sweden, you do the practical driving test in a car provided by the testing centre to make it fair and equal for everyone. These cars all have a red sticker saying they're for driving tests.

Subtext: Micke is failing exactly how he described it in an earlier episode. He's on new medication, it made him feel good and like he was in control, so he thought he could take just one beer with his friends.

Subtext: No, it fits horribly, and you can clearly see that it was on sale and that the price tag is still on it. But this is what Linda can afford.

Lost in translation: Simon actually says "jag vet", "I know", when Sara tells him that their dad let her down and that she is sad and upset about it.

Subtext: Unlike Simon who got a cheap suit on sale, Wilhelm just has his perfectly tailored suit delivered to him by his bodyguards.

Subtext: Last episode Wilhelm picked a sport charity or something that he doesn't actually care about, because he thought it would best fit the narrative the royal court is going for. So now his internal homophobia is screaming at him to remove the nail polish, because it doesn't fit that image.

I don't know what this is: This has got to be an editing goof? This sequence of events doesn't work. Everyone else is up and about, preparing the third year's dinner with the teachers and they're even cooking the food with a chef, but it's early morning and Wilhelm is still sleeping in? Anyway, the whole thing is yet another example of how the school teaches hierarchy. As a younger student you service the older students, and when it's your turn to graduate, someone younger will service you.

Throwback: Aww, Simon made Wilhelm a sandwich, just like Wilhelm made one for Simon a bunch of times in previous seasons.

Culture: Man, early summer in Sweden is beautiful, isn't it? This was shot at Åkeshofs Slott in Stockholm, and if you do a 180 turn on that path, you'll see the subway station Åkeshov, and if you go through the tunnel under the road and then up to your right, you'll end up at a sports centre where I went twice a week as a kid for fencing training!

This tumblr is now about French school fencing! Doublé! Riposte!

Subtext: Time and time again the show has shown us how much August loves this shit, and that he wasn't lying when he said he knew everyone, because clearly he does!

Subtext: And to show how much Wilhelm dislikes this shit, he is so stiff when talking to the invited kids who are actually benefitting from his charity foundation, while August just immediately jokes around with them and is much more comfortable.

Culture: I've seen how a lot of fans think that the flower Wilhelm is wearing is a green carnation, which is a symbol for being gay, popularized by Oscar Wilde. I don't think so, that's not a thing in Sweden as far as I know. Instead, I think it's an alternate version of a Majblomma, which is an actual Swedish charity thing, where you can buy these plastic lapel flowers from schoolkids to show your support around this time of year.

Subtext: Even though Simon is there, he's being shoved to the back, because his presence doesn't fit the narrative. If Wilhelm instead had chosen to start some kind of LGBT charity, Simon would have had a much more prominent role. Oh, and poison or not, that Princess Cake looks delicious!

Subtext: Farima is expertly letting August down, who of course pretends that he's not the least bit disappointed at being excluded from having dinner at the royal palace.

Blink and you miss it: IT'S LISA! HI LISA!

Culture: Kalle Stropp och Grodan Boll are two characters from a radio show for kids from the 1940's, but they've also been featured in books, comic books, a live action movie, and animated cartoons. It's about the two titular characters, a cricket and a frog, and their adventures. The last movie was made in the 1990's though, so I'm not so sure kids these days knows who these characters are. Personally, I can't hear this song without hearing their silly character voices.

Subtext: The Queen is still keeping up appearances and lying through her teeth about how she's actually feeling.

Culture: In real world Sweden, Victoriadagen is celebrated in mid July when Crown Princess Victoria has her birthday, she hands out a sports award, there's a concert, some charity stuff, and you can sort of meet the royals or sing her happy birthday or something.

Subtext: August is repeating the excuse Farima used on him as to why he didn't attend the birthday dinner.

Blink and you miss it: That's a Rolex Oyster Perpetual GMT-Master II. It's only about $10,000 and change.

Subtext: Simon, sweetie, I don't think the royals have any clue as to what "the usual" means when you're describing how regular people celebrate birthdays.

Culture: Simon actually says Laserdome, which is a company in Sweden that has been running laser tag arenas since the 1990's. I had no idea they still existed!

Culture: They're singing Lambo, a drinking song for students. It's a challenge song, so while the rest of the table sings, the target has to finish their glass, correctly sing the response lines, and turn the glass upside down over their head. If you fail, like August does in this scene, you have to do a penalty round and chug another glass.

Subtext: ...before her parents heaped all of their family's expectations on her. But maybe if Felice can break free she could pursue her actual dreams?

Throwback: Remember the scene in S1E3 when Simon is practising the Hillerska song in the music room?

Subtext: Queenie, sweetie, you're not looking Wilhelm in the eyes, you're not engaging in the discussion, and the only thing you do is to talk about Erik every chance you get. No wonder Wilhelm has had enough and explodes at his parents.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent won the "Daddy pays" award. Pappa betalar.

Subtext: In this context the award just means that he's the image of a bad boy, a player. But throughout the season, August has been struggling with whether or not he's actually a bad person, which is why he's not exactly happy with the award.

Cinematography: Fuck me that's a pretty shot of a typical summer sunset. In late May in the Stockholm area, sunset happens at around 9:30 in the evenings.

Subtext: One more explanation for August's body dysmorphia is that he got bullied for being weak and scrawny when he first started at Hillerska, so he decided to start working out more.

Blink and you miss it: The reason Fredrika is outside and happens to see Sara and August kiss, is because she's trying to sneak away the bottle of wine she stole earlier from the kitchen.

Subtext: And the reason Felice looks upset when Fredrika tells her what she saw is because she truly thought Sara was over August, and that's a condition of them reconciling.

Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm plays the first few notes of the original Hillerska song.

Subtext: And to cap off this terrible no-good horrible cliffhanger episode, Simon breaks up with Wilhelm by repeating the words his mom said to him earlier in the episode.

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

Hear me out 2010Tom kaulitz x guitarist (same band) female reader like she’s changing in her changing room and then tom walks in and like she’s naked and well things get heated from then on maybe

did you miss me? | Tom Kaulitz

you sighed as you chose what you were going to wear that night. the concert would’ve started in an hour so you were getting ready to go.

you were the a singer just like bill and the only girl in the band, that meant princess treatment everyday.

they treated you like a queen, really. everything you needed you would get in a blink of an eye, from then but even from the staff.

sometimes you had to admit you felt alone since you were really a feminine girl and you couldn’t really talk about much with only boys, besides make up and fashion with bill.

infact, most of them time you would invite your sister with you on tour, so you could have a girly energy around you as well. she found herself really close to georg and now they were kind of a thing.

meanwhile you had a weird relationship with tom.

you and tom had always been close, and you had to admit the huge crush you had on him. your relationship was strange because you guys kissed and did all the stuff that a couple would do, besides sex. that never happened.

but even if you guys acted that way, tom never asked you to be his girlfriend, he even brought over other girls to sleep with, knowing that you were right there and could hear him.

at first you were so crushed by it, you spent days not eating or sleeping, just crying and putting on a mask infront of them. i guess he thought you were okay with it.

but now you were acting different, you were distant and you knew he could feel it. you never sat next to each other during flights or on the tour bus. you never kissed him anymore, held his hand, or cuddled. it was difficult but you had to do that for your own sanity.

and also, you were trying to date other guys so you could forget him, and he didn’t seem to like it. every time you would go out with someone, he always had a problem with it. but he didn’t tell you anything, he talked about to bill and of course he came to tell you how pissed off he was, meanwhile infront of you he would just stay silent. he couldn’t understand his brother either.

so now you found yourself in a uncomfortable situation, where you had to try to mask your feelings because of someone’s selfishness.

you looked at yourself in the mirror as you changed, taking off your shirt and pants. you were so lost in your thoughts, you had forgotten the door unlocked.

suddenly, it slammed open, with tom entering quickly in it.

“tom!” you screamed as you wrapped your arms around yourself. he jumped up, his eyes widening at the sight.

you quickly took a towel and put it infront of you.

“fuck! y/n…i didn’t know you were here.” he scratched his neck, his eyes never leaving you. you could totally see what he was imagining.

“i-it’s okay…uhm, can you just go? i have to change.” it was so awkward it literally hurt you inside.

tom just stood there, almost as if he was thinking about if something was a good idea or not, before walking towards you fast.

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at him like he was crazy. “w-what?”

without saying nothing he just kissed you.

his hands removed the towel from infront of you body, throwing it somewhere before placing them on your hips, slamming your body against his.

you just gave in immediately, melting in the kiss. you missed him so much. you didn’t know how much you craved his presence, not until now.

“you’re so gorgeous.” tom whispered kissing from your neck, slowly going down to your collarbone, arriving to your breasts and then sliding down your stomach. goosebumps were all over your skin as you whimpered. arriving up your lower belly, he teased you, his teeth biting the material of you panties before standing up again, never breaking eye contact.

all of a sudden, he grabbed you in his arms princess style, taking you towards the couch. he put himself on top of you, playing with the fabric of your panties.

“can i?” he asked knowing fully that it was a yes. you nodded, your cheeks flushed as he removed them.

he gripped your tights keeping them open as his face came in contact with your core. he started licking and sucking on your clit, adding his fingers to your entrance making you a moaning mess. his eyes watched every single expression you made as he pleasured you.

you started moving away as you felt your high coming but he kept you still and sooner than later, you came in his mouth.

“taste so good.” he said leaving kisses on your thighs as you kept your breath in check.

“t-tom i-i…”

“we’re not done.” he quickly cut you off, wanting to live this moment fully.

he removed his pants and boxers before positioning himself infront of your entrance. your heartbeat was crazy.

“do you want to?” he asked making sure you were okay with what was going to happen.

“yes please.” you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to be connected to him.

his tip came in contact with your entrance and just with that you gasped, before he put his member all inside you.

you arched your back, your eyes closed at the feeling. it was amazing.

tom grabbed your hands, intertwining them with his at the sides of your head. he gently began to go in and out of your entrance, hearing all your small moans. once he saw you were fully adjusted, his pace quickened.

“fuck, i missed you y/n. did you miss me?” his voice was broken with groans as his face was hidden in the crook of your neck.

“y-yes! i missed you so much.” that phrase came out high pitched since the pleasure was becoming too much and his thrusts harder. the couch was literally shaking.

“why were you such a bad girl then, huh? with those guys…no one can fuck you like i do, y/n. you’re all mine.” his insecurities came out as possession as he put his forehead against yours.

you nodded frantically, “no one did.” it was true. you never slept with the guys you saw after tom. they didn’t attract you enough to do that.

“good girl. i can feel it, you’re so fucking tight.” he captured your lips in a kiss as he said that, his pushes becoming sloppy. you kept moaning in his mouth, feeling him deeply in you. you couldn’t believe you were about to cum for the second time.

you clenched around him and that sent him over the edge, you both came, you throwing your head back as his name was on loop, meanwhile he pulled out and came on your breasts.

right after, tom fell beside you on the couch, eyes closed and forehead glistening. both of your chests went up and down heavily.

“i don’t wanna lose you.” suddenly he spoke, not looking at you.

“i don’t wanna lose you either but i have feelings for you tom and it hurts being used by someone you - like.” you were about to say love but held back.

“i never used you y/n.” tom shook his head, placing an arm under his head.

“then what did you do? you saw other girls and brought them over then treated me like i was your girl. i was like a toy to kill some time with.” your own words were hurting you and you almost regretted having sex with him, you had to be stronger.

tom sighed heavily, finally turning his head towards you, “i thought i wasn’t ready for a real relationship, but you were always the one for me. not being able to touch you or talk to you like i used to made me fucking miserable. all those guys i saw you with, i wanted to kill them. that’s when i understood how much i really care about you and i’m ready.” his eyes were locked into yours, and you saw him gulp down nervously.

“for what?”

some seconds were spent in silence before he spoke.

“to be with you.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi i love your writing style <33 would you write a oneshot where y/n and fred have been dating for a few months and r really secure in their love for one another and at a party someone polyjuices into y/n to make fred think they cheated, but he just knows they'd never do that? ^^

NICE TRY

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: mention of cheating.

the loud music was blasting Fred's ears. there were people dancing and screaming as he pushed through to get more firewhiskey

the older years of Gryffindor were celebrating another win in Quidditch.

Fred took a chug as he went back to George to find a few first years with cups in their hands. he shook his head and went up to them.

he snatched the cups from the two boys hands and ushered them away

"go back to bed, you're too young for this" he demanded

"you can't make us!" they yelled at him defensively

"if you don't go back to your dorms I will make sure the rest of your years here that I'm still here will be hell, I'm talking pranks every day on you and all of your friends" Fred threatened.

the boys had heard of Fred and George. and they usually laughed at the pranks they came across that the twins did, and they couldn't imagine the victims being them.

they looked at the ground and pushed past the older kids to go to their dorms, Fred watched to make sure they went up the stairs before going to find George

"what took you so long?" George asked him

"came across some first years sneaking in, think they can come down here and party with the big people" he laughed

"how many of those have you had?" George nodded to Fred's cup

"only a few, it'll probably be my last, I don't wanna get too hammered tonight" Fred shrugged

"not me, I'm getting wasted!" George chuckled drunkenly, already seeming wasted enough.

Fred chuckled at his brother and took another sip of his drink.

George distracted himself by talking to Lee while Fred felt hands on his body, roaming down his sides and up to his chest

he looked to who he was looking at to see a drunk girl all over him

"hey cutie" she yelled over the music, going on her tippy toes to get closer to his face.

Fred backed away from her, the scent of the alcohol as he breathed on him made him sick.

Fred never allowed any girl who flirted with him to be near him, he would turn them down straight away and make them leave him alone

that was ever since he was claimed by you 5 months ago. he had high hopes for you guys as you'd been friends for years before that, and you both seemed so in love with each other.

Fred often got hit on or flirted with, whether it was the occasional girl throwing herself onto him, or just openly flirting with him, and he never liked it.

he made sure everyone knew he was in a committed relationship with you, he would show you off to everybody. taking you wherever he went where he get you into trouble and get detention.

he never made you feel like you weren't good enough or that he would leave you, he made sure you felt like the only girl in the world to him, that you were his world.

the girl scoffed and walked away from him when he told her to leave him alone, that he wasn't interested

George went up to Fred as he finished his drink

"I don't know if I'm seeing right, because it's kind of blurry, but is that Y/n over there?" George pointed to the corner where you were pressed up against a wall with a guy making out with you, his hands sliding up your thigh

Fred looked over and squinted to make sure it was you through the subtle red lights.

"yeah" Fred answered

"what are you gonna do?" George slurred as Fred looked back at him

Fred held out his cup for George to take but then retracted it

"never mind, I think you've had enough" Fred sighed before walking towards you, putting the drink on a table that was on his way to you

he got to the corner and raised his eyebrows

"having fun?" he questioned them but they only continued their makeout session

Fred rolled his eyes before pushing the guy off of 'you'

"what the hell man?!" the guy yelled at him angrily before realising it was Fred and ran off

he looked at the girl who looked at you and glared

"what are you doing?" he sneered

"what does it look like?" she spat

"alright whatever, who are you?" Fred shook his head, annoyed at the situation

"your ex girlfriend now" she smiled sarcastically

by the looks and sound of it, she wasn't drunk

but either way, Fred knew it wasn't you. you would never do something like this, you had no interest in any other guy but him and you liked to show it.

and he trusted you, with everything in him, he trusted you and knew you weren't someone to trust, you hated the thought that people do that to others.

he found it funny that this person thinks they could do this

"you know what I find funny?" he smiled at her

"what?" she crossed her arms

"I find it funny that Y/n went to bed an hour ago"

the girl in your form laughed it off

"you believed that! as soon as I walked away from you I came back" she giggled

"I walked her up the stairs, I walked away from her soo" he clicked his tongue, squinting his eyes like he was in thought

"I don't know what to tell you, Fred, I don't wanna be with you anymore, when you left me I came back down" she shrugged

"nice try, but she wouldn't do this" Fred blinked

"Fred leave me alone, we're over" she tried walking away from him but he pulled her back, feeling the shape of a bottle in her pocket of her robe.

he put his hand in her pocket and pulled it out

"give me that!" she yelled and tried to get it out of his hands

he lifted it up in the air and took a sniff to smell exactly what he thought it was

"I'm gonna ask you again, who are you?" he put the bottle in his out pocket

"none of your business" she growled

"fine, when does it run out?" he asked her

"why would I tell you that?" she raised her eyebrows

"because I don't want people thinking my girlfriend is a slut going around making out with fifty guys" he answered her angrily

"it's been one, actually" the girl scoffed

"alright then, well done. when does it ware off" he repeated

"no"

"do you want to make this harder than it has to be?" Fred crossed his arms

the girl refused to talk and just stood there

"you know, I'll have to tell Professor you raided his potions, that'll be at least 3 weeks detention" he grinned at her, making her glare

"so what's your name?" he questioned, growing tired of her

"Anna" she mumbled but he heard

"Anna Trent?" he wondered

she nodded her head, her face beginning to change back to her normal face

"right, well, Goodnight Trent. and I'll have you know that you will seriously regret it if you try this again" he threatened before leaving her there as she morphed into herself

he went up the stairs and walked to his dorm, opening the door to find you in his bed, asleep

he took off his jacket and put the potion on the table, making sure to remember where it was for later.

he climbed into his bed and smiled when you snuggled into him

"Freddie?" he heard you mumble as you moved closer to him

"why aren't you sleeping, Love?" he kissed your head, wrapping a hand around your waist

"couldn't. how was the party?" you muttered sleepily

"boring. go back to sleep, Love" he replied, lifting your leg to wrap it around his torso as he got comfortable

"I love you" your kissed him before yawning

"I love you more" he stroked your hair until you fell asleep.

he smiled knowing it couldn't've been you as he heard your light snores.

you were right here, in his bed waiting for him to come back to you, cuddled up to his pillow as if it was him.

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[chrisbitchtree]

Max sits on the sagging brown plaid couch in the trailer, one hand buried in a bag of M&Ms, the other holding a Wonder Woman comic in front of her face, trying to hide her smile as she watches Billy nervously pace the narrow length of carpeting between her and front door, chewing his nails to the quick and glaring at the ugly print of ducks on a lake hung above the tv like it’s personally offended him, his brow pinched like she hasn’t seen it since Neil left six months ago.

There are a lot of words she’d use to describe her older brother. Brazen, brash, brave, caring, loud, smart, antagonistic, thoughtful, yes. But nervous? No. Absolutely not. She’s definitely never seen him act this way about a first date before.

But of course, it’s different with Steve. Everything’s different with Steve. Billy’s gentler, kinder, more likely to laugh and shrug than scowl when something doesn’t go right. He was whistling Wham! while making breakfast this morning. Cooking breakfast isn’t even something Billy does, yet there he was when she woke up, flipping pancakes and doing his best impression of George Michael.

Now though, the nerves are overriding everything else he might be feeling. She doesn’t think he should really be this nervous. Yes, it’s Billy’s first date with Steve, but they’ve hung out a million times before. This is just the natural next step after months of flirting and hang outs as just friends.

He’s changed his shirt twice, and is now muttering about a third option that he didn’t think of before, trying to remember if it’s clean. “Is the cologne too much?” He asks, turning suddenly, sticking his leather jacket clad arm in her face. It is too much, in her opinion, but she just smiles, shaking her head. “No, I think Steve’ll like it.”

He nods once, shooting her a small smile that looks more like a grimace, and resumes his pacing, checking his watch every few seconds.

“Can you please sit?” She asks. “You’re making me nervous, and you’re going to wear a hole in the carpet.”

He glares at her but complies. Flopping down on the couch next to her and grabbing his own handful of M&Ms. He pops them into his mouth one by one, crunching loudly, his knee jangling as he stares at the door.

Finally, it’s 8pm, and as if on cue, there’s a knock on the door. Billy just sits there, continuing to stare.

“Are you going to answer it?” She hisses, hoping Steve can’t hear her.

He shakes his head. “You do it.”

“No way. It’s your date! Go! It’s just Steve! Don’t be nervous!” She slides her hand behind his back, pushing him forward. Of course it’s not just Steve, though. It’s Billy’s heart and his hopes and dreams, his wishes, everything he wants but has never known how to ask for before now.

He stands, takes one last, big, shaking breath, and slowly turns the knob.

Standing in the doorway is Steve, hair a wild, artfully messy flop, clad in a pink polo and bright white Nikes, holding a bouquet of daisies. A grin splits his face as he takes in the sight of Billy, primped and prepped within an inch of his life after spending the entire afternoon in the washroom.

Steve leans over and whispers something in Billy’s ear and Billy’s posture relaxes, one hand clutching Steve’s bicep and the other now holding the daises.

Max scrambles to find her moms one good vase, finally locating it at the back of a top shelf. She takes the flowers when Billy hands them to her and waves them off to enjoy their night.

She’s sure she’ll hear all about the date from a gushing Billy later tonight or in the morning, but for now, she calls El to talk about how cute Hawkins’ newest couple is.

[undoing-anobrains]

you bring me home - matty healy

part one

series masterlist: :)

wc: 1.9K

Nothing could have ever prepared Caroline for the world as she knew it suddenly ceasing to exist and being forced to move in with her brother and his best friend. Well maybe saying he forced her was a bit of an exaggeration but George had been very clear that she could join them willingly or he would come and pick her up because he wasn't leaving her to mope and deal with her recent heartbreak all by herself for who knows how long. 

Just weeks ago her fiancé, well, she should say ex-fiancé now broke things off with her while they were visiting wedding venues because he claimed he didn't love her anymore. It had been like a sudden rough force hitting her in the stomach. Knees almost crippling underneath her and the bright smile she had been bearing since they arrived vanished within milliseconds. The sharp pain left her gasping for air, at the mercy of the cold man who had so casually ripped her heart out.

Now she was living by herself in their formerly shared apartment. Haunted by memories everywhere she turned. She couldn't sleep in their bedroom anymore, not when she was greeted every morning with the right hand side of the bed empty and untouched. She had boxed up all of the belongings he had left behind once the anger at the situation had passed but she hadn't been able to open it since. And then there was the ring. It felt wrong to keep wearing it when it was a reminder of her farce of a relationship but she still loved it. Mainly because she had picked the ring out herself because he never knew what jewellery to buy her - seriously, Caroline had never worn silver in her life and what did he get her for every anniversary and holiday? The same silver heart necklace.

Glancing out of the apartment window Caroline noticed the raindrops sliding down the glass. How fucking appropriate, she mused. George had rang her earlier to say that he was on the way to pick her up so she found herself waiting eagerly to catch a glimpse of his car. At first she had been hesitant to even accept his offer of moving into the studio for however long they were in lockdown and living with her brother for the first time since they were teenagers. But after spending the past few weeks feeling like a ghost in what was once her home, she desperately needed the change in scenery, and company.

Apparently she had completely missed his car pulling up outside even in her concentrated efforts because a knock rapped against the door. Caroline quickly headed to unlock it and within seconds George was stood before her. "Hey, Caro," George said hugging her tightly "ready for a change of scenery?"

Caroline nodded. "I think I'd go insane if I stayed here any longer G."

"Well," George shot her a grin "I can't promise that you won't go insane living with Matty but it's definitely better than moping in here by yourself."

Matty. That had been the only real reason she had felt so hesitant accepting George's offer. They had never really been close considering their age gap. Caroline had still been in school when the band started to take off and by that point the boys had surpassed the need for family members filling the audience at their gigs. She had met her brother's closest friend a few times over the years, mainly when he would come over to their house to get high with George in his room. Caroline had the biggest crush on him back then, not that she would ever admit it, but she had a suspicion that he knew because of the occasional joke he made when they got older.

She'd played the part of the supportive sister at their early gigs and she made sure to support them by going to whatever shows she could get time off work. George was incredibly talented but there was no denying Matty's charisma on stage. Caroline hated how easily he captured her attention whenever she watched one of their performances. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the whole band, her gaze always wandered back to the one member who'd never really given her the time of day.

Even at 25 she was convinced that he still only saw her as George's kid sister. And she’d accepted that - it was a childhood crush and destined to be nothing more. She was meant to be getting married to another man after all. A man who she had once believed to be the love of her life. However, she supposed it was true what they said about your first love because she’d never forgotten about it. If you could even call unrequited infatuation fuelled by adolescent pining a first love.

"I dealt with both of you growing up," Caroline deadpanned "I think I can handle it just fine."

George feigned offence momentarily but he knew it wasn't an argument he was ever going to win if he let Caroline get started. Similarly to Matty she could talk for England - the only difference being she had some self control and it mainly showed when she was really passionate about something, whereas Matty just never shut up.

With that Caroline had handed her bags to a reluctant George and she left the apartment without a second glance. Deep down she was tempted to take a minute to remember the place which for the last five years of her life she had called home but everything about it was as tainted as the wilting roses forever frozen in time that she didn't have the heart to replace. 

George loaded her bags into the back of his car when they reached it before turning to Caroline with a teasing grin "do you want to drive?"

"Do you have a death wish?" she beamed back at him "because if you do I'm more than happy to assist."

Caroline's relationship with driving had always been a constant source of entertainment for her brother. Even after he moved out, it still never failed to bring him some amusement. She was an absolute menace on the roads and had failed her driving test an impressive ten times before deciding that maybe she just wasn't meant to drive. Initially George had been the one forced to take her driving to appease their parents but he quickly grew bored of attempting to teach his sister who he claimed was hopeless (and maybe he was right but that wasn't the point.) He ended up pawning her off to Hann because he was the most sensible one and Ross would just encourage her chaotic tendencies on the road and Matty wasn't much better himself.

He gestured to the passenger seat in the car and Caroline took the hint. She climbed into the car, her emotions swirling within her, yet finding comfort in her brother's presence. George settled into the driver's seat beside her, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel with determination. "Ready passenger princess?"

"Look G," Caroline smirked "some people were meant to drive and the rest of us were born to be driven everywhere .

As the engine roared to life, Caroline quicky seized control of the aux. Moving slowly at first as they pulled away from her now old apartment building, before picking up speed as they left the city behind. Caroline watched the scenery pass by a blur of buildings and streets transforming into sprawling landscapes.

Throughout the drive Caroline noticed George glancing over at her whenever he thought she wasn't aware of it. As overbearing as his protective brother act could be sometimes she found herself especially grateful for it this time.  Their shared silence spoke volumes and their unspoken bond conveyed all the comfort and understanding in the world. 

"Matty's already here, by the way," George informed her as they approached the secluded studio.

That was all Caroline really took in. For the remainder of the journey she felt like she was just an autopilot. Like she was just a shell in place of a human. Then before she knew it George brought the car to a complete stop and parked it right in front of the studio. She later eyes on Matty instantly although not intentionally, he just so happened to be caught in her direct line of vision immediately after she hoped out of the car. He looked good. Happier than she’d seen him in years.

When their gazes locked for the first time in a year Caroline was slightly intimidated by the intensity of Matty’s stare but it melted away and reformed into the familiar teasing smile she had come to associate with Matty. She desperately to part her lips and speak but something was stopping her. It was unlike Matty to hold back like this as well and Caroline didn’t know what to make of this sudden reserved demeanour to him. They were at a standstill with George completely unaware of their staring match as he unloaded both of their bags from the back of his car. Caroline felt as though her throat was stuck and all the witty comments she’d been calculating in the back of her mind were suddenly wiped from her memory.

Despite having the ability to hear Matty’s voice at anytime through his music and interviews, Caroline was ever grateful that she’d been blessed with the opportunity to hear it in person. Yet even after being so sure she could resist the almost magnetic pull Matty’s voice had on her, any hope of finally being free of that childhood crush she’d never been able to let go of quickly diminished the second those words fell from Matty’s lips.

They fell like soft,music notes. A mixture of quavers, minims and crotchets perfectly arranged to enthrall her and leave her practically speechless at the beautiful melody they created that was Matty’s voice. And Caroline’s heartbeat? In that moment it mimicked a crescendo like no other. One that would put all of the greatest musicians and composers to shame.

Matty’s surprisingly veiny and dexterous hand filled her vision pulling her abruptly out of her quiet admiration as he notably leaned against the doorframe. “Well, well, well, look who's finally here. The famous Caroline Daniel graces us with her presence."

Caroline felt her cheeks turning a shade of pink so she tried to brush it off by playfully rolled her eyes in an effort to compose herself. “If anyone’s famous here darling we both know it’s not me,” Caroline grinned “I’m just here because George didn’t want me to have a mental breakdown by myself.”

Matty chuckled his voice laced with a hint of mischief “Say the word love and I’ll join you…” before his tone turned more genuine “for what it’s worth, I've missed having you around."

She wanted to make a stinging comment about that being a first. Or about him finally properly acknowledging and taking to her for the first time in years. But she held back. If they were going to be living together with only George as a mediator she didn’t want to purposefully instigate things. Besides, she was just here so she didn’t have to wallow in her misery alone. Not even the presence of the only guy she’d never really gotten over could throw a wrench in that, right?

[avalynlestrange]

Already Over

Fred Weasley x Reader

Reader: she/her pronouns

Warnings: implied smut, exam season, not proof read again haha, unrequited love or mutual pining?, profanity

Category: One-Shot, Songfic, Friends with Benefits, AU without Voldy.

Summary: In which you can’t close the door on Fred when you still need the closure.

Sneak Peak: None :P

Author’s Note: I needed this done and over with T_T As much as I love this song it’s becoming sickening to listen to. 

Word Count: 3301

To The Library (fic masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs) To emails i can't send fwd: Anthology To more Fred Weasley

You’ve been talking for hours about how you shouldn’t talk for hours on end. Sitting on the floor of an empty corner of the library with candy and homework surrounding you. The recent topic of your chatter however is not the current herbology books you are required to read but how you needed to stop this situationship you have going on.

“It’s just so easy with you.” Fred laughs. He runs his fingers through his hair and you wish it could be your hands but you restrain yourself. You are trying to end things after all.

Fred chucks a jellybean at you. You catch it with your mouth. Immediately you spit it out and reach for the fizzy fig juice. 

“That’s disgusting. Tasted like sweaty socks,” You grimace after chugging down half the bottle.

“What do you mean you love sweaty socks!” He wiggles his feet near your face. You push his leg away causing his body to swivel. 

“Get your feet away from me!”

Fred smoothly transitions from his almost fall back to a sit up position. His legs in front of his stocky frame. Merlin how you adore his body.

“Shut up! You love all this,” and he wiggles himself.

You’re not very good at lying. Especially to Fred, so you only roll your eyes as a response. 

“For reals though,” you brace yourself, “We really should stop this.”

“But we’re doing so well!” Fred pouts; he gestures to the work laying around you. Both of you completed your charms essay and you celebrated with many a kiss.

“You know that’s not what I mean!” You kneel and start clearing your side of the space. This had become a frequent meeting place for the two of you. It used to be three of you but George disappears with Angelina for a few months now.

Fred grabs your wrist. You gently stumble on top of him as he guides you to straddle him. He locks his hands in yours and pulls you near his face. You would have blushed a couple months ago but you are used to this close proximity.

“But we are doing so well,” he whispers in your ear.

And now you are kissing after a conversation about how you’d probably be better off as friends. Grasping at his ginger locks, you push him further to deepen the kiss.

His hands leaves a hot trail as they roam your body, clasping and squeezing. When your shirt rides up to uncover your back, Fred without hesitation takes the opportunity to slide and touch the your skin. It’s all you could think about. The initial burn you feel upon the contact ignites your whole body.

You moan on his lips. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale and you’re submerged again in the shared passion between you. Drowning all thoughts of ceasing the very thing you are doing.

Suddenly, you hear George cough and say it’s nearly curfew causing you break apart. You share a smile and fix each others hair. 

“Same time here next weekend?” Fred winks.

As you bring yourself to stand, you say, "We won't do this again.”

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You say, “I’m done.”

“You’ve barely eaten anything off your plate!” Harry exclaims, trying to pick off your plate. You block his fork with yours.

“That’s not what I meant. Hands of my pudding!” You shove a piece in your mouth to prove your point.

“What you’re leaving school or something?” Ron asks through a mouth full of roast chicken.

“I don’t think that’s what she means either Ron.” Ginny replies.

“Oh is this about my brother again? Honestly you two need to sort yourselves out;” Ron wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yeah you two should just admit you like each other. You think you’re being sneaky but we all know it.” Harry states.

It’s not like you don’t know you like each other but Fred doesn’t seem to want a serious relationship. Before you he would date different girls every weekend. You settle for friends… with benefits. You admit that you did try to keep it a secret at first, in order to not make it weird for others around you. But you did a poor job after the second week when Fred snogged you in the Quidditch tent post game thinking everyone had gone back to the castle. Everyone found out when Ron screamed so loudly. Since then you’ve tried to swat questions about the two of you.

“Oh bog off both of you!” Ginny shoos them off as if to physically remove them from the conversation. “Never mind them. They’re a few sandwiches short of a picnic when it comes to relationships.”

“Oi!” But Ron returns to his food when Hermione glares.

“Do you really want to be done? Don’t you want to tell him how you feel?” Hermione asks.

“I do. I don’t… but I’m still confused. I just don’t think I can take anymore of being ‘just friends’,” You air quote.

“How am I supposed to close the door when I still need the closure? I just need to figure out how to say it to him,” You push away your plate so that you can slump yourself on the desk.

Hermione grabs hold of your shoulders to sit you up and says, “Come on. It’s nearly time for class.”

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Fred keeps tabs on you on the corner of his eye. You’re stood outside your class and a Ravenclaw leans on the wall talking to you. He can’t pinpoint the name of this classmate of yours but Fred wishes he could throw a jinx their way when they brush a way a strand of hair on your face. A means to flirt with you. Fred curses under his breath.

A sudden surge of emotion runs through his veins and he unexpectedly makes his way over to you without thinking it through. The only thought in his mind is that Ravenclaw and your lips locking and he wants to squish that idea out of yours and his head.

Selfishly he doesn’t want to give you time to be on someone else's lips. He tugs you away despite your protest about the next lesson starting soon. 

Next you’re behind a curtain with a secret passage. You halt a few steps in. What reason did he have to bring you here and skip third period?

“What’s wrong? Did something hap-“ Your questions were cut off when his lips crash onto yours. It reminds Fred of the first time you were in this secret passage alone.

It was during the 2 weekends before the O.W.L.’s exams. You were very stressed out studying in the library. You had gone back to your dorm to pick up a few snacks for the group. George went along with you but all three of you knew it was because he was looking for Angelina.

Staring at the pages of the charms textbook, Fred’s mind and heart started to race. All the exams were within the whole of next week and results were the Friday in the week after. So you all only had 9 days before your first exam. 

Nothing seemed to stick that afternoon and you were taking a long time to return. Fred skimmed through practice questions. Who even was Felix Sumerbee? To the present day, he still doesn’t know. And he remembers he certainly knew the charm for unlocking doors and chains but what was the incantation for the locking spell?

He closed the textbook as you decided it’s best for you to take a break. Fred scribbled a note and left it on your desk that he was going to the transfiguration courtyard for some fresh air. 

At 6pm in June the sun was still shining but weather in Scotland can be unpredictable so by the time you reached the courtyard, the sky drizzled small drops. He sat on a bench not minding the wetness of the rain. It distracted him from the fact he needed to go back to studying soon. 

“Catch!” He heard a person say from a close direction and dodged just in time when he realised something was dangerously close to hitting his face.

“I’m so sorry. Thought you’d be quick to get that,” You said as you sat next to him; picked up the sweet on the floor and offered it to Fred.

He quickly unwraps the candy and popped it in his mouth.

“Thanks.”

You both sat there quietly, contemplating about the future ahead. He didn’t know where it was heading but it’ll all be okay since he had you and George. Fred remembers you not noticing his stare until the rain starts to pour down.

“Let’s go!” You grabbed his hand, dragging him inside. However, when you reached indoors, Fred doesn’t stop running until you reach one of the secret passageways.

“Lumos!” You recited, then placed your wand on one of the crooks of the wall.

He leaned on his knees panting and looks up at you. Soaked to the bone, you glistened in his eyes. He’s always thought you were beautiful and had a crush on you but never acted on it. Years went by and it was getting difficult to conclude whether it was a good idea if he did. He didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same or if you did and it all goes wrong.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked Fred. 

Fred didn’t know himself what it was. But he remembers how you laughed your awkward laugh when he didn’t reply. Then he remembers how you moved your hair to the back of your ears; how your face contorted with worry; how you gently touched his arm in concern…

He moved without thinking of consequences. His lips were on yours. 

Soft. 

Light. 

Only at first.

Then

Pressure.

Heavy.

And when he pulls back, you were against the wall. Both panting.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” He lied. He’d been waiting for that moment for years but never got the courage. So much for holding up to the Gryffindor house standards.

You startled him when you pulled his robe toward yourself and kiss him with a passion.

A whisper and the light from your wand dimmed…

The day after that event, Fred didn’t see you. Not even during movement between periods. He asked other people in your circle, but they didn’t know where you were either. Your dorm mates said you were not in bed when they woke up.

Once it was dinner time, he found you sat at the furthest table from your usual and next to your potion partner who happened to be Adrian Pucey. 

“Lost Weasley?” Malfoy scowled.

“Shut up Malfoy!” Pucey glared, which Fred found incredibly strange.

“Hey.” Fred greeted you, “Where have you been?”

“I wasn’t feeling well so Adrian took me to Madam Pomfrey,” You said without looking at Fred.

“Are you feeling better? Can we talk?”

Adrian placed his arms around your shoulders as you reply, “I’m not feeling that great so maybe tomorrow.”

But tomorrow never came. You avoided him and the rumour that you were dating Adrian travelled to him through Alicia. His heart sank when he heard it.

During those weeks, you barely interacted with Fred. No matter how much he tried to. Sure, you spoke to him during class about the lesson but you weren’t you. When you spoke, he would feel a chill through his body at how cold most of your responses were. Body language was rigid and if he didn’t know better you were trying to keep to your side of the table when you were sat next to each other.

It wasn’t until George intervened and locked you in a closet that you truly interacted. You were sat on the floor twiddling your fingers whilst Fred stood as far away as he could in the little space that you were sharing. The only noise you could here is the distant chatter from students outside and the occasional cough from Fred.

He wanted to say something but didn’t really know what. He didn’t know what was going on between you but he sure as hell didn’t want to confess whatever he was feeling after how you reacted. It didn’t help that you were not even looking his way.

“I’m sorry for being a really shitty friend.” You finally spoke. Eyes still locked to the floor, you continued, “I just don’t think it’s a good idea if we got together.”

“What if we weren’t together?” He replied.

Your head shot up in confusion; “What do you mean?”

Fred didn’t exactly know what he meant either but he knew that he didn’t want to be with anyone else. He hadn’t gone on a date since your kiss, which George pointed out as strange since Fred always had a girl on his arm every Hogsmeade visit. The dates never went anywhere other than within that weekend.

“I mean… we could… just… kiss,” He studied your face for signs of aversion, “but just as friends. Y’know to blow off some steam?”

Your brow shot up.

‘Was that a good idea? Is this going to push you away further?’ Fred thought to himself.

 And when you said yes, it shocked him when you pounce up to kiss him in spite of the fact that he was the one to suggest it.

As a result of this memory, Fred always seeks you when he witnesses another person hitting on you. He'll take three short hours over three long weeks pretending like you don't exist which he fears would happen if you start dating someone else. Not that you two were dating…

“Same time here next weekend?” He asks

You say, "We won't do this again."

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That night you couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning with thoughts of Fred. You’re not sure how long you can continue like this. It may have started out as a crush on a friend but there are deeper feelings involved on your side now you’ve spent so many days with just the two of you. It won’t end well for you because surely Fred doesn’t feel the same way.

You know he finds you attractive as he compliments you during your sessions and that he likes you in some sort of way, but he obviously doesn’t want to be an official couple. If he did then why has he not asked you out on a proper date? It’s always empty rooms and secret nooks.

A confession to him would just be awkward and terrifying. It’ll risk your friendship even more. You resolve to cut things off tomorrow.

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There is something off with you, Fred notices. It was evident when your body stiffens at the touch of his arms around you. Five minutes until fifth period starts, he is walking you to your class since it’s his free period.

“You okay?” He squeezes your shoulder. Maybe you weren’t well.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You bite your bottom lip.

“You clearly aren’t. Talk to me.”

“Not right now Fred.”

He sees you grip your books tight.

“Here let me carry your books.”

“No it’s fine Fred.”

 “C’mon something is wrong. You can tell me anything.”

“We’ll talk later.”

“Just tell me. I’ll help you sort it out.”

“I said later.”

“I hate seeing you sad.” He insists, “Just let me help. I’m your friend.”

At those words you snap.

“That’s just it! We’re friends but we’re not friends. I just…” After a deep breath *you say, “I’m done. I don’t want to do whatever this is between us. Let’s go back to being actual friends.”

“What?” He laughs, not taking it seriously. You had been saying that for the past few weekends and you always came back to him. Fred quickens his pace and stops when he is facing you.

“Exams have been over for months now and there aren’t any this year. So we don’t need to ‘blow off steam’,” You quote the words he said at the start of your situationship.

“Are we going to continue during the N.E.W.T.s then?” He jokes.

You, however, do not find it funny and cross your arms.

“Are we just a joke to you? Fred I can’t do this anymore and no we aren’t going to continue next year.” You sigh and shake your head.

He didn’t mean to make a joke but he couldn’t help it. This can’t be happening. This isn’t how your story was supposed to end.

You walk off to your next class but he grabs your wrist and calls out your name.

“You don’t mean that. We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

He hears you scoff at his question. Without turning to him you reply,

“Well it isn’t fun anymore. Now excuse me I need to get to class.”

Yeah, you say that you’re done but Fred is still confused. Where did this come from all of a sudden? He stays where you left him. His mouth slightly agape. Can the ground swallow him up now? Make him fall where he stands, only like you can.

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You scribble away the content the Professor writes on the chalkboard. Trying so hard to concentrate on the lesson. He drowns on about the different properties of boom berries. However, the scene of your so called break-up replays and replays in your head; you change your mind, but it's still on Fred.

That wasn’t how it was meant to go. The conversation should have gone a little more civil, instead he had the audacity to make jokes. You frown. You should have expected the school’s joker to do as his reputation says. You’d known him for so long too. Why was it such a surprise to you when takes such a serious conversation lightly? Will you patch back up together and stay friends?

You didn’t want to lose him that way. Why did you agree with it in the first place? Then you remembered how your heart fluttered at your first kiss. You had thought about how you settled for being close friends for years then with benefits for months. It was the right decision. Your heart would break even more the longer you carry on.

When you broke the news to Hermione whilst you walked to watch the quidditch practice, she agreed it was the right decision. You debated on whether it was a good idea to attend the Gryffindor practice session but it was your way of getting things back to before. Back to normal. You even brought his and George’s favourite snacks.

You wave at him from the bleachers and your heart swells with glee when he returns the gesture.

“See nothing to worry about.” Hermione reassures you.

Hermione confided in her liking Ron at the start of last year in which you returned her trust by telling her about Fred. She insisted that he felt the same about you but you brushed it off saying it was just a brief infatuation that should go away given that you were close friends.

“Watch out!”

A bludger heading your way is immediately hit by Fred. The eye contact between you sends your cheeks blushing. Fuck he looked gorgeous in his sports gear. That’s when you know that after the aftermath, you know you will be coming back. 

Next you’re in his bedroom and it won't be the last time.

Head and heart are floating at the touch of his skin on yours. Fred caresses your body, clouding the judgement of the voice in your head. His kisses are rough as if to say I missed you when it’s only been a day they were apart from yours. You claw his back and he removes his jumper.

How are you supposed to leave him now that you're already over?

[abiiors]

halloween 🎃 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 31

a/n: omg the last one 🥹. bbf!george, this one's for you!! and also hehe i have been evil, as is the theme for halloween :) cw: suggestive so i'm just gonna add the mdni anyway wc: 1k

“boo!”

george startles and almost drops the joint he’s been quietly smoking in the alleyway behind his house. it’s quiet at this time of the evening—well, as quiet as it can get with a bunch of people partying inside and screaming louder than the music thumping through the speakers. 

it’s especially loud this year considering they just moved out and into a little matchbox apartment. 

but it’s theirs. 

it’s george’s own space, free from his parents and free from matty’s (as much as he loves denise and tim). downside though—he hasn’t seen her, in quite a while. 

and now here she is, shit-eating grin on her angelic face (literally, she’s in all white with a crooked halo hanging off her head for dear life). there’s glitter on her eyelids that blinds him in the moonlight. and george can’t help but grin back. 

“hi, sweetheart,” he approaches her, a bit shy for some reason and about to say something when she launches herself at him and engulfs him in a bear hug. 

“i missed you!”

his heart skips a beat. she missed him… she missed him. 

she smells faintly of alcohol, maybe even a cigarette and george stops to think about how much she’s changed in the last few months, how much she’s come out of her shell. 

“i missed you too, sweet girl,” he murmurs in her hair and closes his eyes. “you could come by more often you know…”

she laughs in his chest. “i love my brother but not enough to stop by every week.”

she’s teasing, george knows she’s just taking the piss, but it stings regardless. because of course, why would she stop by their place if not to see matty? as far as matty is concerned george is just casual friends with her. someone she hangs out with along with matty’s other friends. 

“besides,” she continues, “your flat is on the third floor. can’t exactly climb the pipe up, can i?”

“i—” george clears his throat and pulls away. the joint dangles between his fingers, burning away and crumbling to ash by the minute but he doesn’t necessarily care about it at the moment. 

“you don’t have to…” he murmurs and clears his throat. “you don’t… we could, we should tell matty…”

she stares at him for a moment and george suddenly feels stupid. tell matty what exactly? it’s not like she’s his girlfriend. fuck, maybe he should start by figuring that out first and then—

but then she breaks into the most breathtaking smile he’s ever seen and for a moment george stops breathing. 

“you want to? i mean what would we even tell him? that we want to try dating? god this feels like being in the 50s! it’s not like i need his permission,” she rambles on, pausing very very briefly to take a deep breath and george stifles his smile. 

“it’s not like i’d ever expect him to ask my permission if he wanted to date one of my friends. actually no, scratch that, matty with one of my friends, that’s nightmare fuel. but oh my god, let’s not tell him about the… you know… about us—”

“having sex?” george grins and she shiftily looks away. 

“yeah,” she whispers, “yeah that.”

he flicks the joint aside and takes a step forward, towering over her until she’s pressed against the wall and looking at him through her eyelashes. a flush spreads over her cheeks, right under her artificial blush, subtle enough that he would have missed it had it not been for her biting her bottom lip nervously. 

that makes him groan. 

“fuck, sweetheart,” his hands rest on the wall on either side of her face. “i love it when you blush.”

“i wasn’t–i was—” but george is already cutting her off with a kiss. 

his teeth tug on her bottom lip, hands sliding down to her waist so he can pull her closer. public alleyway be damned, he needs to feel her now. he needs to swallow all her soft sounds and feel her giggles reverberate into his chest. when her fingers tangle into his hair, he almost groans with pleasure. 

fuck. she’s kissing him back just as hungrily. fingers playing with a few strands of his hair while her hips grind against his and fuck, he wants to have her now but not here, not like this. and so george continues to kiss her like a man starved, trying and failing to find the willpower to pull away. just another few seconds. just another minute. 

“shit, shit,” she pulls away first, looking at him with wide eyes and lipstick smeared around her mouth. “george, i–fuck, take me back to your room?”

“now?” he tries not to sound to eagers, not to freak her out but really he wants to fucking whoop with joy. 

almost like she can read his mind, she tugs him towards her once again for another quick, searing kiss. another one that knocks the wind right out of his chest. 

“now,” she confirms. the word half disappears onto his lips. 

and then she pulls away, grabbing onto his hand. 

if george had turned even a second sooner, he would have missed it—missed the way her face goes from flushed and eager to pale and grey. would have missed the way her breath hitches and she practically stumbles into the wall. 

if george had turned even a second sooner, it might just have been him stumbling into the wall instead. 

“fuck…” she whispers again, sounding absolutely nothing like she did just seconds ago. “matty, i—”

but the words die on her throat. 

and at the mouth of the alleway, matty’s jaw drops to the floor. 

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Come Light Me Up

Max Verstappen x Sophie Russell (OC)

Sophie Russell is taking a break from her life in the US and travelling the world with her brother on the F1 circuit. Things get a bit more complicated when she reconnects with one Max Verstappen.

~Bahrain ~

"Oh sorry Sophie, I didn't think anyone would be up here."

Sophie turned around and smiled when she saw Max standing in the doorway, the light behind him shining out into the darkness.

"It's alright," she replied, "wouldn't mind a bit of company to be honest."

He came to stand beside her and rested his arms on the railing, looking out over the city below. They stood in silence for awhile, Sophie analysing the brooding look on his face.

"Sorry your race went shit today," she murmured, and he couldn't help but laugh at her bluntness.

"Gee thanks. I'm surprised you're not off celebrating your brothers' podium," he commented, his brows furrowing.

"Yeah I was but..." Sophie sighed, her head down, "guess I still haven't quite adjusted to the timezone."

"Why do I get the feeling that's not the whole truth?" He pushed, his gaze settling on her with curiosity.

"Aren't you observant," she snorted, glancing sideways at him before her shoulders slumped slightly on defeat, "but yeah, you're right, it's not the timezone really."

"Care to share?" He queried, nudging her elbow with his.

"Sure you actually care to listen to my ridiculously boring melodrama?" She quipped back, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Try me," he grinned, "maybe I'm in the mood for melodrama."

"You definitely have better options for your night than listening to me," she insisted.

"Look you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable with it," he assured her, "but something's clearly up and if you need a friendly ear then I'm here."

"Well I..." she started, looking down again, "I love George and Carmen, in fact she's like a sister to me, but since I've come home I just...I dunno. Of course I'm so happy they have each other but...sometimes seeing them makes me feel...."

"Lonely?" He guessed, and she nodded her agreement.

"Yeah," she murmured, "I was with someone for three years before it all went tits up, and now I feel...a little lonely yeah."

"That's pretty shit," he replied plainly, "but I get it. It can be hard being the single one at the party.

"Wow," she snickered, "such insightful points you make."

"It's a gift," he laughed, "but seriously, if you ever need any more very insightful points then I'd be happy to listen to more of your melodrama sometime."

"Cheers," she chuckled, pushing herself away from the railing, "Careful though or I might just take you up on it sometime."

"I'll be waiting by the phone," he teased.

"Oh I'm sure you'll be glued to the screen" she quipped back, "I better get some sleep, we fly out fairly early in the morning."

"Wouldn't want that jet lag to make you late for your flight," he grinned.

"Ah yes, the jet lag," she deadpanned, rolling her eyes, "I'll see you around Max."

"Hey Sophie?" He called after her, "its nice to see you at race weekends again. Reminds me of the old days."

"Aha yeah," Sophie laughed, "those were the days. If only everything could be as simple now as it was then."

"It'll get better," he assured her quietly.

"Here's hoping anyway," she sighed before waving goodnight to him and leaving the rooftop. 

~Imola~

"We have got to stop meeting up like this."

Max looked up and huffed out a laugh when he saw Sophie sliding down the wall to sit beside him.

"What brings you here?" He asks, leaning his cheek against the cool wall and giving her his full attention.

"Well," she sighed dramatically, mirroring his position,"George and his mechanics are buzzing around the garage and it all got a bit too frantic for me so I stepped out to get a breather. I didn't want to get in the way or distract him before quali."

"That's fair," he chuckled, "things can get a bit chaotic in the garages."

"I have to wonder what you're doing here, hiding by yourself," she stated, "shouldn't you be holed up with Horner in a corner of the garage scheming up how you can pip Charles to pole?"

"Oh hawhaw," he deadpanned, sticking his tongue out at her, "you Mercedes fangirls love to paint us as the villains don't you."

"A fangirl?" She balked, bringing her hand to her chest, "never been so insulted in my life."

"I'll add it to my growing shelf of awards," he teased, grinning wider when she rolled her eyes.

"You're so full of shit," she scoffed, but she couldn't hide her amused grin.

"See I know you don't mean that," he smirked, nudging her with his elbow before pulling himself up from the ground, "I better head back to the garage, make sure our evil scheme is ready to go. I'll see you around Sophie."

"Hey Max," she called as she stood herself, a genuine smile on her face, "probably shouldn't be saying this to the enemy but...good luck, I hope your quali goes...moderately well."

"Gee thanks," he snickered, "I'll know who to thank if I get pole."

As Sophie walked through the paddock later that evening she was stopped by a hand on her elbow.

"Thanks for the good luck wishes," he murmured in her ear, "we'll have to make it a regular thing."

"Oh you are such an insufferable twat," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"You don't mean that," he teased as he backed away from her, a cheeky grin lighting up his face. Sophie shook her head as she left him, but she couldn't ignore the excited little flutter in her stomach at the prospect of their meetings being a regular thing.

~Barcelona~

"Suppose congratulations are in order today," Sophie called from her spot leaning against the Mercedes motor home.

Max turned and grinned when he saw her there, sauntering over to her and leaning against the wall beside her.

"Wow thanks Sophie," he sniggered, "next time try it with feeling."

"Best I can do I'm afraid," she sighed dramatically, "as a Mercedes fangirl its my duty to be disdainful when you beat us, especially when you beat George."

"Aw I know you don't mean that Sophie," he pouted, "but it's OK, you obviously can't admit that you're actually a proud member of the orange army."

"Clearly the heat on track has gotten to your head," she snorted, shaking her head at him fondly.

"Don't worry," he whispered, leaning in to her ear, his breath tickling her neck, "it'll be our little secret."

Sophie felt butterflies erupt in her stomach at his whispered words. If she turned her head even slightly then her nose would brush against his. She couldn't deny her attraction to him, couldn't deny just how tempted she was to turn her head and see what he would do.

"Hey Soph you ready to...oh, hi Max."

Sophie's head whipped around as George walked out of the motor home, his eyes flickering between the two of them suspiciously.

"Hi George," Max said cheerily, stepping away from Sophie and hoping it wasn't too obvious, "I need to head to the motor home and shower so I'll see you both around."

Sophie waved goodbye and watched him go, her neck prickling with the weight of her brother's gaze on her.

"You and Max looked mighty friendly," he commented as he stepped up beside her, "when did that become a thing?"

"It's not a thing," she insisted, crossing her arms as she finally turned to face him, "we're just friends."

"Is it me you're trying to convince or yourself?" George teased lightly,  raising an eyebrow at her.

"Oh shut the hell up," Sophie scoffed, "now c'mon let's get out of here and get dinner, I'm absolutely starving."

~Miami ~

Wanna play Mario kart?

Sophie huffed out an incredulous laugh when the Instagram DM from Max popped up on her screen.

Sure, what's your room?

She twiddled her thumbs as she waited for a reply, which thankfully didn't take too long to come through.

714 :)

Sophie swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched her arms above her head, groaning in satisfsction when she felt the pop. She quickly slid on her shoes and grabbed her phone and purse before bolting out the door and heading for the elevator. As she waited for the lift to go up she checked her appearance in the mirrored wall, quickly taking down her messy bun and making it a little bit neater. She rapped on the door of 714 twice, starling back a little at how quickly it opened.

"You came," he breathed, almost as though he was surprised.

"Well while I did have some good offers," she mused as she stepped in and placed her things on the table, "I thought Mario Kart would be considerably more fun than any of those."

"Wow, I'm so flattered," he deadpanned, though he couldn't surpress his grin for too long, "now I'm dying to know which character you'll pick. My bets on Yoshi for sure."

"Well I hate to disappoint you," she replied as she picked up the remote and jumped onto the couch, "but it's Waluigi or bust."

"A woman of taste," he said, bowing dramatically before joining her on the couch, "this should be interesting."

"Oh sweetie," she sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "you may be the formula one world champion, but I'm going to absolutely destroy you at this."

"Oh is that right?" He quipped, raising an eyebrow in challenge, "well we'll see about that. Best of three?"

"You're on," she grinned.

"You cheated!" She exclaimed after their third grand prix came to an end, "you pushed me off the track at the last turn and put me in reach of the flowers, that's absolutely cheating."

"You're just mad cause you didn't think of it," he smirked, leaning back on the couch and shrugging his shoulders, "but it's alright, not everyone can be a world champion."

"Oh you are so full of it," she huffed, dumping her control on the table and hugging the couch cushion to her chest, a pout on her face.

"Aw don't be a sore loser Sophie," he teased, batting his eyelashes at her, "its just a game." Before she could think too much about it she swung the cushion in her hand and hit him square in the face with it.

"Really?" He asked incredulously, "did that make you feel better?"

"Yes actually," she smirked, before swinging the cushion again. This time he was ready for her though, and grabbed the cushion from her hands before it could make contact.

"Don't start another competition you can't win," he warned, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"What makes you think I won't win?" She challenged. Max made her no answer, and when she realised what was about to happen it was too late and the cushion had already slammed into her face.

"Oh its so on," she stated, grabbing the other cushion as she jumped from the couch and dodged his next blow. They raced around his suite for what felt like hours, trading blows and laughing like maniacs.

"Alright that's it," he threatened after a particularly harsh blow. Sophie huffed out a squeal as he tackled her around the waist and her back bounced onto the soft bed. She gasped for breath through her laughter, her heart pounding in her chest from the exertion. When she opened her eyes she found herself nose to nose with Max, who was staring back at her intently. His gaze flickered almost imperceptibly to her lips and her heart raced impossibly faster.

The spell was broken by the blaring of his ringtone. He groaned as he stood up and plucked his phone from the nightstand, answering it with gruff 'yes?'.

Sophie stood from the bed and straightened herself out, clearing her throat and ignoring the fluttering in her chest. When she looked up again he was hanging up the phone and watching her warily, as though she were a cornered animal.

"I had a lot of fun," she said quietly after an awkward beat, "certainly beat sitting on my own watching hallmark movies."

"Yeah me too," he agreed, his face softening, "probably the most fun I've had in awhile."

"Well I won't lie I probably would have had more fun if you hadn't cheated," she commented breezily, and suddenly the weird tension between them was no more. "Next time its all out war."

"I'm shaking just thinking about it," he teased. Sophie rolled her eyes and stepped closer to him, a small smile on her face.

"I better get to bed," she sighed, "rematch soon yeah?"

"Absolutely," he nodded, his heart thudding when she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on her shoulder, his heart thudding so loudly in his chest he was sure she'd feel it.

"Night Max," she murmured as she stepped back and headed for the door.

"Night Sophie," he called after her, a content smile on his face.

~Monaco~

"Hey Sophie, want another drink?"

"Sure," she grinned, "I'll come with you."

Max led the way around the dancefloor to the crowded bar at the other side of the room. He had no problem muscling his way to the front of the crowd, but Sophie struggled to get through. She smiled gratefully when Max took her hand in his and pulled her to the front with him. He didn't let go once she'd settled beside him, and her heart fluttered at the feel of his hand in hers.

"Oh I love this song," she grinned as she finished your drink and a remix of 'Into You' blared drom the speakers.

"Come on then," Max suggested, downing his drink before grabbing her hand and dragging her to the dancefloor. He rested his hands on her waist and swayed their bodies in sync with the music. As the baseline began to rise her eyes met his and her heart felt like it was trying to escape from her chest. His face was so close to hers that their noses were almost touching, and when the lights flashed she could see the glint of want in his eyes and knew it was a look she wouldn't forget.

As the chorus dropped she threw all caution to the wind and pressed her lips against his desperately. He pulled her flush against his chest, his hands on her back holding her there. She felt like her body had been electrified, every inch that was pressed against Max feeling like it was on fire.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private," he murmured against her lips, and she couldn't surpress a shiver. She nodded in response, and he wasted no time in grabbing her hand and leading her through the club and out the front door.

"Where are we going?" She asked as he led her down the street. He stopped and turned to look at her, a vulnerable look taking over his face.

"Oh well I was thinking we could go to mine since it's so close," he started, rubbing the back of his neck, "but if I've misunderstood this then we can absolutely just...."

"No," she giggled, shaking her head and pressing another kiss to his cheek, "you haven't misunderstood anything. I was just asking."

"Oh," he laughed, "well then yeah, my place is nearby so we can go there."

"Lead the way," she grinned, "I'll text George and let him know I've left and that I'm OK."

"He's not going to murder me is he?" Max joked as they continued down the street.

"He's probably too drunk to even notice I've left," Sophie snorted. As they walked their hands brushed against each other, and Sophie couldn't fight her smile as he took her hand in his and swung them back and forth.

"So," he said awkwardly as they entered his house, "do you want a drink or..."

Sophie cut him off with a firm kiss, backing him up against the wall and pressing her body flush against his. "I didn't come home with your for drinks Max," she stated, pressing breathy kisses along his jaw, "so why don't you show me where your bedroom is and we can tour the kitchen in the morning."

"Who am I to argue with that?" He laughed before kissing her with renewed enthusiasm. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to steer her down the hallway to his room, his lips never leaving hers.

[fellatitledthemf]

Rating Pjo character because I can and I'm bored

If you gonna hate, ok. If you gonna agree with me, cheers. If you gonna kill me, ok.

I'll be rating by personality, how are they written, and my personal opinion

Percy Jackson: 6/10

-Harry Potter premium

- He's that type of overpowered mc that's dumb as shit and only gets serious 3 times in entier serie to defeat villain

- When we're already talking bout Harry, really like how Percy didn't let bullyinh and shi slide unlike Harry, very nice

Annabeth Chase: 8/10

- I ABSOLUTELY love how hor traumas are written, perfect.

- Very realisticly crush. Went from brother figure to romantic feelings, heeps thinking there's good in him. She was just a kid, you can't blame her.

- her demidog power: smart

Thalia grace: 6/10

- didn't got much if her character

- I didn't like how at first she was "I know Luke he would never" and then throw him of cliff in the end

-like how she joined hunters, nothing much to add

- DAM

Stolls: 7/10

- mischievous twins who do pranks 24/7 gita be my favourite gender

-were actually kind of funny in last olympian

- Fred and George if happy end

Clarisse la Rue: 8/10

-proud to say I never hated her for "bullying" Percy after how Ares treats her

-were nice written character in general

-had all rights to be jelous at Percy, her relationships with Chris and Silena are top tier

Luke Castellan: 9/10

-Had all right to turn evil. Amazing antagonist

- I'm ace..BUT

-I LOVE when character actually try fixing things instead of continuing being puppets

-would really wanna give 10/10 but no because of his crimes

Grover: 10/10

-THAT ONE IS THE GOAT. THE GOAAT

-friend everyone needs

- nah bro everything 10/10 for this bro

Bianca di Angelo: 2/10

-died in most dumbass way

-brother's figure more important than life

- 2 because it adds to Nico's character

Ethan Nakamura: 8/10

- joined Kronos to fix unjustice, had rights to

- realized it was wrong, tried fighting against Kronos

- died a hero

Silena Beauregard: 5/10

- betrayed camp, tried fixing it, dead

- stayed loyal to Charles, that deserves some credit ig

- I'd too, join Luke if I had a chance

[trulyyours-rune]

"You're Safe with me."

Quick warnings: Topics about bullying, name calling (such as queer, not mention a lot though.), bit of angst, language here and there, male x male, fluff ending, bit of violence, kinda short cause I'm tired, reader is male and uses he/him, reader is badass cause why not?

BILL'S P. O. V:

"For as long as I can remember, me and my brother, Tom, are often called names a bullied at school from seeming different in everyone's eyes. Even though known to be most popular boy of our grade has been helping us pull through. I like him, don't take this the wrong way of course! Only like a friend. Now...the more I think about it...Is it just a friend way?" I scribble down with messy writing into a diary I recently bought myself, a nice black leather one with a lock with a code. "Bill! C'mon! Hurry up, gonna' be late for school!" I hear my twin brother yell from down stairs. "Give me a minute!" I shout back.

I rush as I put the book in my drawer, grabbing my backpack and nearly tripping down the stairs. The front door opens and my mom is already in the car, smiling and waving her hand gesturing for us to hop in. "Shotgun!" Tom tells and sprints to the car. (He would so do that.) I groan and hop in the back, setting my backpack to the side. We pull out of the driveway and make out way to what me and Tom call hell.

Not gonna lie I'm hoping y/n will be at school today. We're good friends. Many people would sacrifice a lot just to be friends with him, but he only sticks with my band/friend group. He's funny once you get to really know him, and pretty... Pretty? Yea- no. Well he was handsome of course because girls slobber on him day and night. Never dated one of them? Wonder why.

I seemed so drained in my thought the kids from outside if the car screaming snapped me out of it. "Bye, love you ma." "Love you too, have a good day alright you boys?" "Alright." Both me and Tom almost say in sync as we grab our backpacks and stepping out of the car. Georg and Gustav were waiting at the nearby fence. "Where's y/n?" I tilt my head while approaching them, Tom close behind. "Haven't seen him yet." Gustav shrugs, looking over his shoulder for the boy. I feel myself frown a bit, I was really looking forward to seeing him. Especially inside of school. Hate it in there.

The high-pitched bell rings, making me jump a bit from the sudden loud noise. "Got science first today, you guys?" I ask, looking at my friends as we walk. "Me and Tom got math first." Georg rolls his eyes and Tom groans. "History." Gustav shrugs once again. "Y/n was supposed to have science." I pout a bit. We soon enter the school and a overwhelming feeling surrounds me with looks and stares. I keep my head down, and so does Tom.

I reach my locker and grab the stuff I need in a swift motion, slamming the locker door shut and locking it. I feel an arm shove into me, which makes me bump into my locker. "Watch it, queer." A male voice I hate to recognize walks past me. I clench my teeth together and tense my hands into fists, soon relaxing and walking to Mr. James classroom. (Suck at names 🤩)

I find the spot where I usually sit beside to y/n like usual. Sliding my books under my desk and keeping my head down as I figit with my fingers. The bell rings again, meaning class has started. 1 hour and 30 minutes to go. Lucky me. The teacher passes out empty notebooks, still putting one on y/n's desk like he doesn't notice he's here or not. We pull out our textbooks and that's where the boring part begins.

A couple minutes pass by, we have 1 hour and 12 minutes left. I scribble random doodles on my notebook. A loud "bang!" Of a door slamming open was heard, making me mess up the drawing and look back. Y/n entered through the door breathing quick and heavy as if he just ran an olympic race, "Sorry I'm late, uhm..." He looks down at his shoes to find an excuse. "Parent's car wasn't working." Pretty lame excuse, I smile to myself, but at least he was here.

He sits down in the desk next to me, looking over and signing a quick small wave, I wave back with a smile.

Y/N'S P. O. V:

I knew he would be here, and I feel guilty for being late. Who knows what happened to him while I was gone already? I look down at the notes, clueless what was going on. I never paid much attention anyways.

A minute or two passes by, when a small note gets passed onto my desk from behind me. I open it up and it's one of those 'do you like me?' notes but instead of '□ yes □ no' it was marked '□ yes □ yes' signed from: -the girl behind you. The girl obsesses over me, does this 4 times a week. I chuckle and catch Bill's attention, showing him the note from my desk, pointing behind me. He smiles a bit before drawing God knows what. I erase one of the 'yes' and replace it with no and I check 'no' and crumple it back up and toss it behind me. I hear her open it and sigh in defeat. I smile to myself by the rejection.

(Lunch time cause I have 0 clue what to do now 🥰)

I wait by Bill's locker as he grabs his stuff, he seems off today. Not usually talking to me as often as he does. Tom happens to pass by and I wave to him, he waves back but continues his walk to the cafeteria.

"You alright Bill?" I look at him, he looks at me and closes his locker. "Yeah I'm alright." He looks down a bit. I hum crossing my arms and standing up straight. We start walking to the cafeteria and I see glares getting passed on towards Bill. I glare back at the people and stand my ground, they look away and continue to do whatever they were doing. Feeling power for reputation and both good was a nice feeling. Being respected all because of their reputation could go down if they make a fool of themselves and I use it against them. I would never to Bill, he's one of my best friends after all. He's a sweet boy, not sure why people pick on him. Who cares if people are different? Someone popular could get an ugly haircut and no one bats an eye, and other kids are bullied for what seems to be 'looking different.' Who gives a crap!? Not me, that's for sure, and hell, I get respected.

People call him "Gay." "Emo." "Queer." and the list goes on, ruins his self esteem. Which makes my blood boil each time, he tries to get me not to worry about it so much, but he's my friend! A pretty one at that. Wait- where am I going with this? "Earth to y/n." I see a slim hand wave in front of my face as we walk, snapping me back to reality. "Wait- what's happening?" "Lunch." He shrugs, standing in line.

Eventually it's our time to pick up food, wasn't even all that good after all. Yet I'd rather not starve. Our trays are full and we stand off to the side to spot out the group. Bill sees dirty blonde dreads and starts heading the direction so I follow closely to him.

"Hey man!" A random guy, seems to be a huge sports wannabe guy, stops me in my tracks, startling me. Bill doesn't notice and keeps walking. I hear other guys giggling their asses off like idiots, coming from the nearby bleachers where Bill is walking. "Hey man liste-" I try to talk my way out but he interrupts me with questions I don't even care about. I try to shimmy past him but he just walks in front. I start to get more and more annoyed as the other boys get closer to Bill with what seems to be small opened cartons of milk. "Move!" I shove him with my shoulder but I already hear a splash ahead of me, my heart drops at the moment. Everyone's laughing and Bill is soaking wet with milk while his tray lays on the ground.

He forms tears and runs off to the bathrooms, I go to go chase him but I shove my food tray into the guys chest, ruining the jersey he probably doesn't even know the team of. I run off to the men's bathroom, hearing a stall slam shut and light sobs. "Bill?" I call out. "Go away." "Bill come on, it's me." I put a hand on the stall he was on, pushing on it slightly, he locked it.

I sigh as I still hear the crowd laughing from outside and rage fills my gut. I hear a small click and the stall is unlocked and opens slightly. I see a soaking wet Bill, his usual eyeliner running down his cheeks. I feel my heart break at the sight, I frown and hug him, he hugs back and continues to sob into my shoulder. I rub his back gently and let him cry. "Here." I say, letting go for a moment to sit down against the wall, reaching out my arms. He rests on top of me, arms wrapped around my stomach.

Poor boy looks so mentally and physically drained. I wipe one of the tears of eyeliner across his cheek, it smears a bit but mostly gone. "I wanna go home." I hear him mumble. "My place? I was late because I got your favorite snacks. Still forgot them at home though." I giggle. He smiles and nods, sitting up. I stand up, my clothes may be wet, but it's not like it's the worst thing that will happen to me. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and walk him out, his head cowered down, hiding from shame. After a bit of walking we see Tom, Gustav, and Georg at the office at the entrance. Tom and Georg hug him, also not caring if their clothes got wet or not.

"We're heading to my place, got snacks so he gave in." I chuckle. Tom nods. I take Bill's cold hand and walk him out the entrance, the sun glare making us squint a bit.

BILL'S P. O. V:

(Once they're at y/n's place 👍)

I walk inside the warm house, kicking off my shoes by the door."You can go to my room and change your clothes with mine, I don't mind." Y/n looks at me, walking into the kitchen to grab the snacks he was talking about. I nod and walk to his room, opening the door to the place I felt most comfortable. I spot his drawer and take one of his shirts and pants (that we're both a bit big for him.) and changed into them. They were warm and cozy unlike my milk soaked ones. I walk into his bathroom and grab a towel and dry off my hair, making it messy in the end but who cares beyond this point. I turn on some warm water and wash the eyeliner off my face, drying my face off too and turning off the water.

I walk back to his room and he's already laying in his bed, eating. "Your parents not home or something?" I ask, grabbing some chips he recently bought. "Both working today, their shifts been crazy this week." He shrugs. "Wanna watch a movie?" "Your pick." I say, y/n smiles and puts on a horror movie, Scream I suppose. "You know..." Y/n looks at me. I look at him, letting him know he has my attention. "You're safe with me." He smiles, his cheeks seem redder than usual, but mine feel a bit hotter now and my heart is beating like crazy. I return the smile, after those simple 4 words I truly do feel like I am safe. I want to stick by his side, for... Eternity. He's my safe space. He's the one I come crying too whenever I can. I must be smiling like an idiot now.

I lay back into his bed, closing my eyes a bit. I feel something weighted beside me, it's y/n, also laying down with his eyes closed. He looks so pretty like this, he always has. It's almost like I wanna kiss him sometimes. (Cause you do 🤩). You know what? Fuck it. I place my hand on his cheek and the other one I lay a quick kiss too. My face red as I roll onto my side, facing away from him. Rethinking life choices.

My heart just acted as if it got chased by a bear. But I hear a chuckle and arms wrap around me and pulls me into him he laughs and kisses the top of my head. I must be blushing madly because my entire face feels like it's on fire. I dig my face down into his shoulder as my arms wrap around him. He was my safe space after all.

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And kids that's how I met your fath-

Anyways. It's 1:52 in the morning and I've been fighting every nerve to stay awake so it may seem rushed. Anything does when you're half asleep after all.

But ngl, hope you enjoyed <3

[astralissas]

Sacrifice (1)

Series Summary: Daughter of notorious Death Eater, Corban Yaxley, and best friend to the Weasley twins, you find yourself dragged into the Second Wizarding War pledged to a side you'd vowed never to support. But all will be justifiable if it means you can protect the ones you love -- at any and all costs.

Pairing: George Weasley x Yaxley Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: None Yet

Series Masterlist

“It’s getting close.” The voice of your mother carried out of the bedroom door, making its way to where you were huddled against the wall.

“I know.” Your father’s baritone voice replied. You knew without peeking in that they were speaking of the mark tattooed upon your father’s forearm. You’d heard it said time and time again from those who passed through your house; the same words uttered in different ways -- “It’s becoming clearer”, or “It’s nearing”. The statements were nearly always accompanied with varying degrees of frightened tones, but not your father’s. He spoke matter-of-factly, determined.

“What will we do with her?” Your mother’s voice rose to a sneer as she spoke about you, “The Dark Lord will not be pleased with us given her…present company.” 

“We cannot control our children. The Dark Lord is all too aware of that.” Your father replied. “As for her, I think her present position may be beneficial.” You heard your mother’s hum, intrigued, but at that same moment, you heard your father stand, forcing you to slide down the hallway and back to your room, now out of earshot of their conversation.

You shut the door behind yourself silently, sinking down onto your bed. You’d grown adept at sneaking around, between the covert meetings at your house and constant company with the Weasley twins. The thought of the twins brought a smile to your face, and you glanced at the photo framed on the table beside your bed -- the only personal item you’d bothered to leave out when you’d packed your trunk in anticipation for today.  

The photo, taken during your first year, showed a shorter, younger version of yourself squished between the gangly red-headed brothers, the three of you glancing between one-another and laughing. You could still recall the day that you met the Weasley twins. You were a measly eleven years old, feeling both downright terrified and intensely relieved to begin your education. You’d sat on the train with Pucey and Montague, just like your parents insisted, and watched as they were sorted into Slytherin, to the surprise of none. So when the Sorting Hat was placed on your head, and, after a slight deliberation, had bellowed, “Gryffindor!”, dread immediately pooled in your stomach, along with the knowledge that you had just been branded to be the black sheep of the family.

You made your way to the Gryffindor table in silence, feeling as though you couldn’t take a deep breath. The two red-headed twins waved you over to their bench with matching smiles, paying no mind to your last name, nor the shocked glares coming from the table across the room.

The twins had been a saving grace, honestly. They’d jumped on top of the Howler that arrived a few days later, attempting to muffle the shrieks of your mother, “Disgrace!” “Traitorous!”, or the disappointed lilt of your father, “We just can’t understand how this could happen.” They’d told you the most absurd jokes to chase away the frowns that came after a run-in with Slytherins where the words “blood traitor” echoed in your ears. They’d even opened their home when you became too much of a shame to your family. 

That was where you’d spent the last two glorious summers -- The Burrow. Warm days filled with de-gnoming the gardens, tidying the house, swimming in the pond, watching from the ground as the twins looped around the orchard on their brooms, and sneaking into their room late at night to help them fiddle their way through an ever-growing list of new experiments. It was how you’d planned to spend this summer, until an owl arrived from your parents at the end of last term informing you that they anticipated your return to the family manor, for the first time in three years.

Your reunion was filled with indifference so cold that you wondered why they’d even bothered to summon you home in the first place. You’d secluded yourself to your room, finishing summer schoolwork in the span of a week, and only creeping out at dreaded mealtimes, or worse, when the families came to visit. 

Your home was a revolving door of pure-blood families. Although always stiff and unpleasant, the air of fear was new and palpable each time the adults visited, rushing into your father’s study and hurriedly closing the doors behind them. When not forced to sit in tense silence with the children of the other families, you tested out a set of hearing devices which you had worked with the twins on developing during the previous school year. They were faulty though; at best emitting only blips of your father’s conversations while, the remainder of the time, spitting out a horrible crackling sound that left your ears ringing.

You could only handle so much of the reclusivity before you snapped, demanding that your parents allow you to go to the Burrow, like every other summer. After a long yelling match during which your mother had gotten so angry that her wand erupted a vicious fireball that had scorched the walls, your father had finally agreed that you could go, only, as he pointedly said, because the holiday was nearing its end.

You spent the remainder of the morning watching as the rays of sun crept through your window and counting down the hours until the Weasley’s were expecting you. There wasn’t much to pack when you’d never truly unpacked to begin with, but you had carefully stown the photo between a few pairs of robes, and dressed for the day when the clock finally struck ten. 

Your parents were waiting for you near the fireplace, where one of your house elves had carefully stacked your trunk. You grabbed the handle of the trunk and tugged it with you as you made your way toward the Floo Powder. “Well,” You said lamely, even more eager to escape the tense atmosphere than you had been prior, now that the comfort of the Burrow was so nearly in your grasp. 

“Wait,” Your father grabbed your forearm in a bruising grip, forcing you to meet his eyes. He paused before speaking as he always did; finally beginning, “This year is going to be immensely important in your…education.” You tilted your head, brows furrowing together. Since you’d been sorted into Gryffindor, your parents had been indifferent about your schooling. “The Tri-Wi--”

“Corban!” Your mother hissed, and your father spared her a glance before turning his attention back to you. 

“We believe an event will occur. An event in which you must seek to assist in any way you can.” The urgency in his eyes paired with the death grip on your forearm only enhanced your desire to get to the Burrow, so you shook off his convoluted warning without much thought.  

You yanked your arm from his grip. “Uh, right.” 

“I mean it, Y/N.” Your father stepped nearer to the fireplace. “We’ve been far too lenient with you. You will not continue to disgrace this family name further.”

Your mother joined him, laying a hand on his shoulder and adding, “We will not allow it.”

Unsure of how to reply, you opted for no reply at all, taking a handful of Floo Powder in one hand, and your trunk in the other. You stepped fully into the fireplace, casting one last glance at your parents before dropping the powder and calling for the Burrow. 

Immediately, you were engulfed in the emerald flames as you began spinning, keeping a tight hold on your trunk. You squeezed your eyes shut and waited -- there was a reason you preferred to be in the stands during Quidditch matches. Finally, the rotations slowed, and you stumbled to the ground atop your trunk in the Weasley’s kitchen, inhaling the smell of Mrs. Weasley’s cooking, mingled with clean laundry and a fresh breeze floating in from the open window. 

“Hello -- oh, dear.” Mrs. Weasley hurried to help you to your feet, brushing soot off your shoulders. Her face twisted to a grimace as she glanced at your trunk, but she schooled it quickly, bringing you into a warm hug before pulling back. “Lunch will be ready in a bit.” She said kindly, “The boys have been waiting for you all morning. So incessantly that I’ve banned them outside.” She nodded out the door with a knowing smirk. 

“Thanks, Mrs. Weasley,” You said, reaching for your trunk to drop into Ginny's room before she stopped you, shaking her head. You beamed, basking in the familiarity of the Burrow, and finally feeling settled for the first time since the end of the previous school year. “I’m happy to be back.” 

“We’re happy to have you back, dear.” She returned the sentiment just as warmly before shooing you out the kitchen door and into the yard, where you could spot two heads of flaming hair lounging in the warmth of the summer sun. 

George was the first to spot you, jumping up from his position to envelop you in his arms, lifting you from the ground. He’d hardly set you down before Fred swept in for the same signature greeting. A giggle bubbled from your mouth, feeling the weight that’d been on your shoulders since the start of the holiday lift.

“It’s been a dull summer round here without you.” Fred said as soon as he’d set you down. You smiled in agreement, realizing that the few weeks spent at the family manor was the longest you and the twins had been apart since you’d gone to your parents for the summer holiday after Third Year. “Want a toffee?” Fred proceeded to offer, holding out a brightly colored wrapper.

“C’mon Fred, you should know better.” You laughed, settling yourself next to George on the grass, who was shaking his head, “It hasn’t been that long.” 

Fred shrugged, sitting on your other side. “It was worth a try, anyway. We need a tester.”

“Preferably someone we don’t like.” George emphasized with a glare at Fred.

“Isn’t your dad picking up Harry today from his Muggles?” You inquired. Having heard plenty from Ron about the abuse Harry sustained, particularly at the hands of his cousin, Dudley, it was quite obvious who the tester should be.

“Only dad and Ron, though.” Fred responded.

You shrugged, “Just ask to go with.” 

A smile crept across George’s features as he caught onto your plan, “Hasn’t Ron said Harry’s cousin is a bit of a pig?” Fred, too, smiled as he caught onto George’s wavelength. The twins were brilliant in their own right, but they had a habit of missing the answer that was right in front of them, too caught up in their thoughts and creations. You knew what awaited Dudley, having helped the twins with the engorgement charm yourself, and you felt a sense of giddiness as you looked forward to hearing about it in action. 

Being back at the Burrow, with the twins, it finally felt as if everything was right. The sun was bright, warming your skin; such a stark contrast against the cold manor from which you’d come, where the curtains were often pulled taut, settling a gloom over everything. The hushed tones of the manor were the polar opposite of the twin’s excited voices which they fought to keep quiet as they updated you on the progress they’d made with the newly dubbed Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. 

“But Mum came in to clean our room last week and found the order forms.” Fred went on with a pointed look at his brother, “George didn’t put them away.”

“Well, I didn’t think she’d come snooping!” George defended.

“Oh come off it,” Fred argued, “You knew she’d be tidying with Bill and Charlie staying in there.” 

George opened his mouth, ready with a retort, before you cut him off, “Well, either way, you’re lucky I have the order forms and products you sent me last month in my trunk.” You shrugged, going on, “I’m sure you’d made developments since then, but better than starting from scratch.”

“Have I ever told you how absolutely wonderful you are?” Fred charmed.

“Splendid,” George agreed with a vehement nod.

***

Much like many of your other cohorts with the twins, you really hadn’t considered the consequences beforehand. But now, facing a fuming Mrs. Weasley -- who was much, much more frightening than a few detentions, an owl home, and the disappointed cadence of Professor Dumbledore -- you were truly wishing you’d thought this one through. 

“The potential of you two!” Mrs. Weasley was roaring at the twins. She’d been cross with the three of you before, but you’d never seen her like this -- eyes sparking with anger, face increasing in shade until it nearly matched her hair. You wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d begun spitting fire with how riled up she was. “And yet you sit around putting your talents to waste on ridiculous, miniscule little pranks!”

“Just because we don’t want to sit around some dull office and measure cauldron thickness…” Fred mumbled under his breath.

“Perfect Percy.” George followed up in a mocking tone.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of you!” Mrs. Weasley snapped before continuing on her rampage. The tongue-lashing continued on for a few minutes but, when Mrs. Weasley finally allowed the three of you to depart, she was still far from satiated. You expect the reprimand would still be ongoing, had Mr. Weasley not cut in and reminded her, with a wink shot to the three of you, that she’d wanted to get supper out before the sun set.

“So, you think You-Know-Who is rising again?” Fred whispered incredulously once you all were outside, away from any prying ears that may overhear.

You shrugged, “I mean, he must be. Why else would the Marks be darkening?” 

“But it makes no sense.” George muttered, “Harry defeated him, what, fourteen years ago? Why come back now?”

You shook your head, “I’m not sure. I gleaned all the information I could before those Extendable Ears went faulty.” 

Fred’s eye twitched in annoyance -- the three of you had been trying to pinpoint the error in the Extendable Ears for months now to no avail. Your conversation was cut short, however, by a loud clanging noise. The eldest Weasley’s had engaged the dinner tables in a midair battle.

By the time the tables were settled on the ground, and loaded with a feast, you found yourself seated next to George -- “No, no, Y/N” Fred had insisted when you suggested he sit next to his twin, “I’d much rather sit over here next to Charlie.” Fred had patted Charlie jovially on the shoulder who, in turn, shot George a smirk while you settled bemusedly into your seat. 

As always, Mrs. Weasley’s cooking was phenomenal, and you found yourself listening to the animated debate the twins and Charlie were engaging in regarding their speculated outcome of the Quidditch World Cup the following day. The sun had set and the candles were burning low as you glanced at the twin beside you.

The twins had always been popular at Hogwarts. At first, it seemed everyone simply appreciated the boys’ humor -- their ability to make nearly anyone laugh. But, as the years went on, their athleticism on the Quidditch pitch and agreed-upon good looks had led to them acquiring more than a few admirers. 

You’d certainly be lying if you said you’d never looked at the twins that way -- one more than the other. You stole a look at George -- his hair had grown out slightly in the time you’d been apart, hanging over his ears now. His nose and cheeks were tinged red from the summer sun, and you knew the burn would fade into freckles in a few days. You averted your eyes before they could fall lower and linger on his lips.

Just a friend. You reminded yourself -- a mantra you’d had to chant to yourself for the last few years. But, as Mrs. Weasley sent everyone to bed, and George laughed at something Fred muttered to Harry, your mantra went out the window. You were so screwed.