#but omg i can imagine george laughing at himself :((

[fluffallamaful]

Here's something that I feel like should be talked about more, a certain spot or a surprise attack getting an uncommon/rare or weird laugh out of a lee and instead of hiding it or being embarrassed by it (which is what's commonly talked about) the lee laughs at it

"Did you just hear my laugh just then?"

"Was that my laugh? Where did that come from?"

"How did that sound come out of me?"

lee george lee george lee george lee george vibes right there!!

ok this is a concept i’ve had regarding this for ages. but concept (irl);

karl and george are streaming together and karl shows him his vtuber avatar. george immediately starts making all these weird faces and everything to test it out, and then karl zaps his sides just coz he can.

george then not only laughs at the strangest strangled noise that comes out of him, but also cackles at the spasm that the vtuber avatar goes through (trying to follow his reaction). in fact he finds the reaction so hilarious, that he immediately asks karl to do it again — without thinking, he just thought it was funny — before realising that he had accidentally just asked karl to tickle him

[ln444]

1D songs as f1 drivers prompts

included: lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, george russell, max verstappen.

cw: slight angst.

note: i spent days making this omg 😭 i'm so glad it's finally out bc i'm a huge fan of one direction's songs (had my directioner era lol) i really hope you guys enjoy it ! also i was thinking about making it a serie, let me know if you're interested by any of the prompts !

click on the title to play the song!

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lando norris ☆ stole my heart (bestfriends in love)

“under the lights tonight, you turned around and you stole my heart with just one look, when i saw your face, i fell in love„

lando really tried. he attempted to bury his feelings as deeply as he could, but you make it so difficult. the way you're the only one who laughs at his silly jokes, the way you try not to miss any of his races (and send him a good luck text when you can't be there), the way you randomly smile down at him – he could talk about everything you do for hours because he loves and knows every single details about you. sometimes he hates how you make him feel because he just wants to say, 'fuck it,' and kiss you for hours and hours. he can't even count the number of times he's thought about kissing you or the countless times the three words almost slipped out of his mouth out of nowhere. but the thought of losing you forever hold him back everytime, he can't even imagine his life without you. he doesn't know how, but lando has fallen for you, really, really hard and it just keeps going, he just can't get enough of you.

oscar piastri ☆ 18 (teenage love)

“i have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved and to be in love„

oscar initially watched you from a distance, even memorizing your schedule to see you as often as possible. he'd daydream about finding excuses to start conversations with you, sometimes getting so lost in thought during class that he'd lose track of the lesson. then, one day, he finally gathered the courage to talk to you, pretending to need notes from a shared class. since that day, you began exchanging daily messages, making oscar dumbly smiling. you started having study sessions, eating lunch together, sitting together in your shared classes and he'd even wait to walk you home. and just like that, oscar start falling for you. he found himself daydreaming about you more often, imagining how it would feel to hold your hand and how your lips would feel on his. those thoughts would fluster him, but deep down, he hoped they might come true.

charles leclerc ☆ summer love

“you were my summer love, you'll always will be my summer love„

midnight swims, picnics, sneaking out to watch the stars, late-night talks, sharing earphones while lying on the beach, biking, taking pictures of each other with your old camera, whispering sweet words to each other when no one's watching. that's what makes summer your favorite season, because you get to be with charles. but why does being in love with charles have to be so complicated? why do you have to part ways when the summer ends? most importantly, what makes you hold onto this love, so complicated? maybe the fact that charles always promises to be there next summer and keep this promise — or the fact that you're madly in love with this boy—. the craziest part of all of this is how your love for each other never fades, to the point where charles promises to marry you and get a beach house where you can spend all your summers together when you grow up. charles always keeps his promises.

carlos sainz ☆ change your ticket (long distance)

“you should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days, come on let me change your ticket home, don't go, it's not the same when you go„

you never imagined that having an f1 driver as your boyfriend would be so challenging and that you'd have to spend half the year far from him. at first, it wasn't a big problem, and you got used to it quickly. but at times, it really tugged at your heart. carlos always makes sure to call you when he is free and send you texts at random times of the day to ask how's your day going and tell you how much he misses you, but it's not the same. carlos had asked you more than to join the venture, assuring you that his income would be more than enough for both of you. you thought about it—a lot—but the idea of making such significant changes held you back. now, when you think about it, you realize that losing carlos over a simple matter of distance would be a mistake, especially when there's a solution within reach. perhaps traveling the world with your f1 driver boyfriend isn't such a bad idea after all.

lewis hamilton ☆ heart attack (bestfriend's sister)

“got your voice in my head, sayin' «let's just be friends» [...] never thought it'd hurt so bad, getting over you„

lewis doesn't even know how he fell in love with you. perhaps it was the way your smile warms his heart or how you effortlessly make the most boring conversation so captivating. it seems so absurd that, out of all of the people, he fell for his bestfriend's sister. lewis never imagined that it will be this hard to fight his love for you and act like his mind is not filled with thoughts of you 24/7. how could he possibly get over you when just being in the same room as you drives him crazy? he thought about telling your brother, he really did but the thought of losing his long time friend and you along the way held him back. so he decided to bury his feelings deep in his heart and keep his thoughts in the back of his head. yet, with every echo of your laughter from the next room or just the sight of you, his heart would go crazy.

george russell ☆ loved you first

“i've been waiting all this time to finally say it but now i see your heart's been taken, and nothing could be worse, baby i loved you first„

george can't help but think about the stupid mistake he made a few months ago— not confessing his love for you. he had so many chances to do it, to tell you that he fell hard for you and he can't stop thinking about you. but the day he finally decided to do it, he didn't expect to find you arm in arm with another guy, totally breaking his heart. he just couldn't take it anymore, seeing you with him every day and acting like it was fine, as if the looks and smiles you gave him didn't warm his heart and make him want to take your hand and run as far as he could. because george, he's deeply in love, and it's getting deeper every single day. it's so unfair— he was there first, he loved you first. the worst part is that you know how george feels, and you might even feel the same way. george loved you first, and he's going to make sure that you know that.

max verstappen ☆ still the one (ex lovers)

“you're all i think about baby, i was so stupid for letting you go, you still the one„

max tried to date other girls, multiple times. however, it never felt the same. how is he supposed to move on when he's consumed by thoughts of you 24/7? he can't even engage in meaningful conversations with his dates because his mind always drifts back to you. he spends countless nights trying to erase you from his thoughts, to convince himself that it's truly over. yet, deep down, a flicker of hope for your love still lingers. max thought about the endless nights he's spent replaying your conversations and wondering what went wrong. he's haunted by the way your smile lit up his world and the warmth of your hand in his. even though he's tried to move forward, the heartache is still here, reminding him that sometimes, love refuses to fade.

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requests open!

[avonne-writes]

AH i would loveee to hear ur jealous bucky headcanons (hs au) bc like u mentioned that everyone knows they're together but what about before they do! and what about new students! and in university when they're in separate schools - i think bucky would get super touchy but also i can imagine him not even picking up on it or maybe gale is the one that doesn't pick up on it idk what do you think!!!

omg and what was their conversation like when they weren't 'out' but were like talking about the idea of being out bc depending on the vibe of their school it could be a big deal or maybe not what do you think!

Thank you so much for the question! 🩷 This got long, so I'll post about the second question separately. 😊

In high school, before they come out

This is the period of peak obsession. The only thing on Bucky’s mind is Gale. They're both 15, which is a moody age anyway, and they're not very good at regulating their emotions yet, so Bucky is jealous all the time. He's by Gale's side at all times and tries to gatekeep him.

He keeps asking Gale (none too subtly) what he thinks of the other boys Gale knows. At this point in their lives, Gale loves the possessiveness, because he never really had anyone who was this interested in him. So, he always teases Bucky a little ("he's fit, I guess", "I like his jokes"), before reassuring him ("but you're fitter", "but you make me laugh the hardest") and then reaping the rewards (kisses, cuddling).

College

Bucky's jealousy is less general and more targeted by college. He’s only jealous if he feels that his position is threatened. He doesn’t try to insert himself in all of Gale's social interactions, and he’s happy that Gale makes so many new friends.

If he thinks someone doesn’t even stand a chance (like George), he’s not actively jealous. Sure, he’ll passively assert that Gale is his, but not because of that other person, just because he likes to show it in general.

If he does feel threatened though (like with Alex in the first few months), he reverts to high school behaviour but nastier. He can’t stand not being there at any event or outing if Alex is going, he keeps prodding at Gale to know what he thinks about the man, he tries to gatekeep the deeper parts of Gale from him.

However, Gale doesn’t enjoy this behaviour anymore. He pushes back, tries to discourage Bucky from coming with him or doesn’t tell him that Alex is coming and fights with him.

Later life

Bucky's jealousy becomes less about possession and more about belonging. By that I mean, he takes more into account how his jealous behaviour will make Gale feel, even at risk of letting someone get closer to Gale than he likes. He just wants Gale to be happy.

That doesn’t mean he’s not going to be sour if someone gets too close. He makes a moody comment or two, Gale asks what his problem is, and he’s mature enough now to actually say he’s jealous. Gale always reassures him (even if he actually has a reason to be jealous, like with that one guy in Switzerland 😬).

In social situations, his jealousy only comes out in him being more physically affectionate with Gale than usual and his friendliness towards the threat might be forced. But thankfully, he grows out of the gatekeeping for the most part.

[crescendof1]

would love to hear about your girl George fic!

omg girl!george au is soo special to me thank you guys so much for caring about her!!! i posted the first little bit of the fic here.

basic premise is george cannot be normal about being one of the only girls on the grid and it gets in the way of everything. her and max hook up after baku 2023 and then enter a terrible situationship where they hook up all the time, and they almost go on dates but neither of them knows where they stand with the other. george is terrified of being seen as having 'slept her way to the top' and is worried that she'll just be seen as max's wag if they're together for real, sooo dating is hard for her to like wrap her head around. max is just waiting for her to stop being so squirmy so he can ask her out for real. and then!! george does a swimsuit photo shoot/interview for some magazine. she catches max talking about it to some of the other drivers and to her that's confirmation of all the things she's afraid of! so she ghosts him for a bit and they have to go through The Horrors (trying not to spoil the whoooole plot) until they get their happy ending :)

snippet from post-baku under the cut!!

George lays there for a long moment, coming down from cloud nine gently. Max is still between her legs, but he’s moved his torso to the side, head resting on the mattress right beside her ribcage so he’s not totally smothering her. They catch their breath together for a while, the air conditioner humming. Eventually, Max gets out of bed and walks towards the ensuite.  Sated and happy, George can’t help herself but imagine the rest of the evening playing out like a romance novel. Max will go to the bathroom, and get her a washcloth, and gently wipe her down. Then she’ll pull him back down for a long sweet kiss, and he’ll wrap her in his arms and they’ll fall asleep pressed together like that. 

The thought bubble bursts when Max whistles at himself. He’s standing in the middle of the room, still stark naked, and he’s craning his neck over his shoulder to look at himself in the mirror on the far wall. Or rather to look at his back, which is covered in long, deep scratches from George’s nails. 

“Oh my God,” Max laughs, “you are such a hypocrite, talking about ‘no marks,’ and then doing this,” he says lightly as he steps into the bathroom.  

George feels sick, suddenly. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” she says over the sound of the running tap. The vision of Max in her head twists, from laying in bed with her to him pulling the collar of his shirt down, bragging about her to his friends. She imagines walking by the Red Bull garage and hearing the mechanics whisper about her. People already think she’s slept her way up to the top, she couldn’t take adding this fuel to the fire. 

“Wasn’t going to,” Max gripes as he comes back out of the bathroom. George is sitting up already, trying to arrange her facial expression into something demanding instead of begging. Max tosses her the washcloth none too gently, chewing at his lip like he’s annoyed with something. 

Probably the fact that I’m still in his room, she thinks to herself and stands up. Her legs are shaky underneath her, but the cloth is warm between her legs and she wipes herself off. Max just watches her.

“I mean it, though,” she continues, pulling her underwear back on, “not even your friends.” 

She puts her polo back on next, her face is covered by the fabric as Max grumbles, “Message received. Do you need me to call you a car?” 

George can dish it out, but she can’t take it. The confirmation that he wants her out stings. She wonders if he regrets it already. “No,” she says, “Aleix said he’d come get me. Shared rental and all that.” 

“Ok,” Max says simply, boxers and t-shirt already back on. He sits down on the couch, picks his controller back up. The game of FIFA is still paused. Her phone is still propped up on the water bottle, her onboard playing on repeat. All the mess was on themselves, wiped away now. The duvet is barely crinkled. The only proof she didn’t imagine the whole thing are the red lines down either side of Max’s spine. But those are under his tee, now, completely hidden. It’s like the whole thing never happened.

[kritischetheologie]

i haven’t watched the ultimatum queer love yet— still working my way through the french one (which is way more mild than the US version so probably way more mild than the queer one hahah). but omg… the concept would be SO good with an F1 ensemble cast!!! who do you think would be the initial couples, who’s giving ultimatums 👀 also who’s the couple that dips early bc they realize the dreadful state of the streets

This season, on The Ultimatum...

Episode 1: Introductions

Sebastian (36) and Lewis (38), have been together for almost three years now. Seb wants a home, and a garden, and a family. Lewis never thought he'd settle down. Hell, he never thought he'd live in the same city for longer than a year.

Daniel (34) was stunned when Lando (23) gave him the ultimatum. They've only been dating for a year, or two, depending on how you count it. Daniel thought they were just having fun, and then he thought they were just dating, and now... wasn't the whole point of dating someone a decade younger than you that they wouldn't rush the timelines?

Jenson (43) proposed to Nico (38), on their anniversary trip to Tahiti. He was stunned when Nico said no. The sex is so, so good. He's already caved on the nonmonogamy, so long as Nico doesn't tell him what he gets up to on his business trips. What more could be missing?

George (25) introduced Alex (27) to his parents. As his boyfriend, even. The next logical step is getting engaged, and he doesn't understand why Alex doesn't see it that way, what he means when he says, "it's supposed to be more than a logical step, Georgie."

Max (25) and Charles (25), met playing football as teenagers and got together in college. Their respective nieces and nephews have been calling the other "Uncle" for their entire lives. Max is ready for kids of his own, and he thought Charles was, too.

Episode 2: Mingling

Nico's first date is with Sebastian, a buttoned-up scientist. He seems like he'd be cute if you could get him to unbutton, but that's not what Nico's looking to do. He's sick of being the interesting one in the relationship.

Charles sits by the pool and drinks a margarita with Alex. He's got a lovely smile, a calm energy. Max is always so frantic and anxious. Imagining spending the rest of his life with him makes Charles go clammy. The softness in Alex's face, when he talks about his younger siblings, is deeply familiar.

Lando talks about video games with Max for hours. If they weren't both looking to find someone they could settle down with, he thinks they'd get a lot out of spending the time together, but they've both got goals.

Lewis hears enough shit about Nico on his first date with Jenson that he's half expecting Nico to be accompanied by ominous music when they finally meet. Instead, he's greeted with someone whose obvious insecurity and almost childlike desire to explore the world prick at something deep inside his own heart.

George likes Sebastian. He talks to him like a grownup. They have similar timelines on when they'd like kids, and similar values for how they'd like to raise them. Those are the type of things relationships are built on.

Jenson really, really wasn't expecting to get flirted with by the youngest guy there, but there's something about Lando's wacky sense of humor, the way Jenson can never tell if he's laughing at Jenson or at himself, or both, somehow, that makes his heart race. Nico's fucked plenty of twenty-somethings, anyway. Maybe it's his turn.

Daniel thinks Charles is almost too gorgeous, but he could imagine spending a couple of weeks in a trial marriage with him. Max, though... he's the same type of awkward Gen Z weird that Lando is, but 150% more earnest, his face incapable of hiding what he's feeling. Daniel is sick of playing guessing games.

Seb looks at Jenson and sees nothing but trouble. It might be the type of trouble he'd like. But what kind of a partner would he be, dragging Lewis here in the interest of settling down, only to pick someone who just seems like he'd be fun in the sack?

[f1-disaster-bi]

ok so bap girly here again and can I say I got sucked in back to a 2nd gen kpop binge and omfg imagine a "please don't" k.will au with lando having to see the man he loves marry someone else and he has to be best man and 😭😭 im crying here

I don't blame you. If I wasn't on a Fletcher kick, I would be binging rn and omg K.Will!! I haven't heard anyone mention him in so long, and I can only think of two songs with mv's that are as sadder or sadder (Severly - ftisland and Baby I'm Sorry -MYNAME, wasn't even a myname fan and that HURT)

BUT YES

I was thinking Max F but I'm still on my George/Lando kick (and now a max/charles/lando kick)

Lando and George being George's best man because George lost a bet to Alex years ago so Alex is officiating. Lando is George's next choice, they've been friends for years. Lando has always been there for him even when they've had their spats, and George wants his best friend by his side for his wedding

And Lando....Lando grins and bears it because he loves George. It's always been George for Lando, but he knows that George will never love him in that way. They had a drunken kiss once, and George had a whole panic attack about how he's not gay, he can't be gay, and begs Lando not to tell anyone. Lando just laughs off the kiss, reassures George that one kiss doesn't change anything even though inside he has been breaking because he has loved George for so long and this just proves he can't ever be the one George falls in love with

To make everything worse, Lando genuinely likes George's fiancée. They get a long as if they've always been friends. Alex even jokes that George got himself a female Lando because her and Lando have so many similarities and that just makes it worse. Lando can't help but think that if he was a girl then George would have loved him, but he keeps it all inside. He hides his pain with smiles, he celebrates with them for every major achievement and he stands with them on their wedding day. He tells them they're the perfect couple, makes a speech about them being the definition of love, and later sneaks out to get air.

When George finds him, George is worried about him. He's asking if it's too much for Lando because he knows Lando isn't the fondest of crowds but Lando just fakes a smile and lets George pull him back inside to dance until he can slip away again and this time he has to leave because he can't do this. He can't watch George be so happy, and the guilt over hating his happiness is killing Lando, He ignores calls and texts, and eventually has to pull over because he's just sobbing because he wanted it to be him. He wanted to the one George loved, and it hurts. It hurts to feel selfish and jealous and resentment over something that he should let go off so he just cries

And maybe, just maybe, makes up his mind that he needs a fresh start without George in his life because he can't be the friend George wants, and George can't be the love that Lando wants

[mushiewrites]

Omg I have one I have one!

The dynamic difference of bold lee!dream and shy lee!george sbfkndkaa

Like just imagine like on one hand, anytime Dream feels himself in a pretty bad lee mood, he can pretty easily go and ask Sapnap for tickles with just a tiny bit of psyche up. But on the other hand, George is in the most hardcore lee mood he's had in his life and can't even utter the word near any of his friends.

George getting irritated and jealous and flustered as he watches Dream openly ask for tickles in front of him. And Dream smirking as he watches George desperately trying to get his thoughts across, feeling maybe he should help him out but nahhh this is too much fun.

Both Dream AND George finding themselves in a lee mood at the same time. Dream bringing George along with him to ask Sapnap if both of them can have tickles, but not telling George that's what they were doing before hand. George fucking DYING as the words leave Dream's mouth, flushing and desperately waving his arms to explain to Sapnap that this wasn't his idea and Dream tricked him, but way deep down George has never been more excited ahdjbdjsjs

-emmadoodlewrites

okay okay ): my heart my baby georgenotfound my favorite little shy lee ): my big bold lee dreamwastaken ): my babies ):

first of all this made my heart hurt in the best way. like….so warm. it’s funny because i also hc that george would be shy and dream would be more bold (i am 99.9% sure you know this already). which is also funny bc irl george is so unhinged and dream is so stubborn you’d think it would be the other way around. but nooooooo, tks are different

the fact that dream mentally tortures george when dream knows he’s lee by asking for tks himself is a whole new level of cruel. he knows how lee george is but he knows that he will. not. ask. and so dream shows him how easy it is, laughing his lil heart out as george can do nothing but sit there and watch and yearn (i mean he could just ask but……)

but the fact that dream decides to take pity on him and round him up to go see sap???? only for the words “sap can you please tk us?” to pierce through george’s ears??? his eyes would get so wide and it would cause a flood of excuses and stutters and denials to spill out from within him before he could even properly register that sapnap had immediately agreed. once that finally gets into his head his mouth clamps shut, his cheeks are bright pink and suddenly his eyes are glued to the floor and his hands are strung together, fidgeting his fingers together aimlessly bc he just is so. fucking. fLUstERED!!!!!!!!

sapnap and dream just guide him towards the bed, dream laying down first and sapnap gently pushing george down to follow suit as the youngest boy climbs up to straddle the oldest. (dream can handle himself, he loves tks too much to move away). and all george can do is brace himself, grab dreams hand and hold on for dear life as sapnap begins digging into their tummies, both giggling and kicking away without a care in the world 🥺

[sunshine-on-marz]

HELLO DID I HEAR POLY DTEAM???

good morning night i implore you to imagine first time cuddling when all four of you are finally together - it took a while, partly due to your hesitation and partly due to the business of the past week— brief hugs and stolen kisses have been the main thing since the initial meet up, and even that took some time to develop.

despite the bold words spoken over late night and early morning calls, in person, things seem to have shifted. not in a bad way, but in a way that the four of you were getting accustomed to being there. being physically together. george seems to be especially hesitant.

(he was the last one to get here and everything’s still fresh and new, it makes sense, the three of you think).

surprisingly, despite him being the most reluctant of the the four of you, more scared that something will change (even though deep down he knows nothing could change, he loves the three of you and you love him), he’s the first one to initiate something more intimate.

and maybe its not necessarily intimate in the way most may naturally assume, but its the most intimate thing between the four of you; four souls who love each other to the moon and back, yet have never been able to be with each other until a few days ago— never been able to embrace each other until a few days ago.

something as simple as holding each other was an impossible thought just a few days ago, and somehow, it only made it all the more meaningful.

dreams tired, so is sapnap and so are you. having been together the longest, dream and sapnap naturally fall into each other, collapsing on the bed together, fighting over who gets to be small spoon.

you’re in the corner of the room, putting away a few things for the night— gifts from fans and the like. their quiet play-fighting elicits a laugh from you, going to sit on the twin bed next to the one they were on.

“can i?” a voice perks up.

george.

its almost ignored by the two boys fighting on the bed, but you notice and bring it up. his eyes are soft, vulnerable. “can you what, george?” your tone is gentle, not wanting to scare him away, make him shy away from want he wants.

at this point, dream and george stop, arms still wrangled around each other, but full attention on george.

three pairs of eyes on him almost scare him away, making him far more nervous than he was just moments ago. but still, he continues. “could i be the little spoon,” he cringes, quickly clarifying his words. “or what you call it, like the one that gets held, or whatever.”

sapnap is the first one to speak up, joy evident in his words and his big smile. “george!” he moves over almost immediately, starling dream, though he quickly recovers. his arms are wide open, waiting for the boy to join in.

teases and loving words are exchanged between the three as george smushes in, and he mumbles ‘shut up’ -!; ‘idiots’.

he rolls his eyes and comments that theres barely enough room for the three of them, let alone you. you smile in understanding, george being comfortable with the three of you to say what he really wants was enough for you right now; it was enough for all of you.

still, dream, who is practically being pushed off the bed, pouts, and looks over to you, sitting on the bed next to theirs. he lets go of george, who quietly whines but clings further onto sapnap, and places a gentle kiss on the top of his head. (back to dream) he goes over to the bed you’re sat on and throws himself on the bed, pulling you back down with him and you glance back at him.

you laugh as dream brings you closer to him, lightheartedly complaining about how george and sap hate him, and pushed him off.

as the scent of his boyfriend’s hoodie lingers, and george traces shapes into his back, hearing your laughter and dream’s silly complaints, george is happy.

it took so long, and maybe hes a little late, but he finally got here.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS OMG OMG OMGGGGGGG

[wwhatev3r]

hi!! may i have a ship? A rowboat preferably. No I'm sorry that joke was dumb.

So basically a quick summary of my appearance: my friend calls my eyes sea glass (green&blue mixture), i am 5'9, my hair is super curly & brown mixed with red highlights. I tend to look sad even though I am not?? But also I am pretty smiley???

Personality oh boy here we go!! i love music. I think last year i got around 30k minutes of listening to music on spotify. Is that a flex? You bet it is bestie. Geography and History are like my hyperfixations. I am memorizing continent's countries. Oh and I love baking + cooking. Also I love kids lmao. I am jewish!! Went to ncsy. I wear a magen david necklace and have since my bat mitzvah. I am either quiet or super talkative. I tend to say the most outlandish things in the most casual tone. Which causes people to laugh lmao. I also have photoshopped cowboy hats on all my friends & myself. Yeehaw. My humor is pretty solid imo, like I could be a stand up comedian... i think? Idk im an infp and my love language is acts of service. On the downside; i got some spicy mental health & struggle with confidence!! I am always afraid people don't actually like me. Bc guess who has gotten bullied over her body? This girl!! This was super long im sorry I am in a talkative mood!!

I ship you with...

George Luz

Note: GIRL-...Let me just say that I love your personality. Let’s be friends, you sound like an incredible person. I love your energy, just by reading the request you hyped me up. Anyway, I hope you like it. P.S: The rowboat joke took be my surprise, I liked it. 

For👏Sure👏It’s👏George👏Motherf*cking👏Luz! But, let me tell you, I think you would be best friends with Malarkey and Skip too. But yeah, there you have:

You both are just CHAOTIC.

Listen, I’m not even joking when I say that the other day, me and a friend were talking about how we imagine the Easy Boys as girls and I said that Georgie would have super curly brown hair. 

Perfect for each other, It’s destiny right there.

I’m taking this ship request as a wedding arrangement, I’m sorry. 

He helps you memorize the country’s continents with cards. 

And if you get them all right, he gives you whatever you like. 

Just imagine this man’s face when you are telling him random history facts and tea about historical figures. 

“...yeah, and he decapitated her.” You told him.

“What? Are you shitting me? (OoO) I knew she should have never married him. I told ya.”

King and Queen of knock knock jokes. 

Actually, you are both better than knock jokes! Way more funnier.

I can see a scene of you both holding your laugh to not awaken anyone at night. 

He thinks you’re the funniest person he knows, because your comedy is natural.

And OMG, this man would kill just to hear you laugh all day. He loves it so much. 

You start singing a song and George is like:

“Shut up, I was just thinking about that song!” 

He loves to dance!!!!!!!!!!

He knows you're an introvert but when the pub is less crowded or is just with your closest friends, he pulls you to dance with him. 

This man can’t cook. Periodt.

He will burn the kitchen to the ground, but if you’re cooking he tries his best to help you out. 

I don’t think George is religious, but he would be pretty supportive of your beliefs.

I truly believe he would learn more about it and support the traditions. 

Imagine, if you were in Easy Company with him at Bastogne; Christmas was really shitty there but he made your whole day, month and year by making you a star of David with sticks and gave you 9 mini candles for you to celebrate hanukkah. 

Also, he finds your necklace so pretty.

In terms of your lack of confidence and mental health issues, George would be as sweet as always. 

In case you’re truly sad, George puts you over the whole world. Write my words. 

He holds tears when seeing you cry, and makes himself look stupid to make you smile.

He makes sure you know you don’t need to please everyone, since that’s impossible, and that you don’t need to be perfect to be loved, and he also says a lot  that both a flower and the ocean are beautiful and are completely different. 

You caught him a ton of times playing with your curls. He just loves your hair so much.

AND YOUR EYES! HOLY SHIT, he loves your eyes. 

“My god, what I would do to swim in those pretty eyes of yours, It’s a shame that they look like they would cut me like a blade.” 

Sometimes you’re just standing there, living your life and he just comes to you like:

-“Hey, honey, are you sad?”

-“No George, It’s just my face.”

-“Your face looks depressed, is she ok?”

Anyway, he makes pretty good impressions of country boys/cowboys. (yee yee)

So, George has a lot of nephews, and I’m pretty sure he likes to take care of them more when you’re present.

It feels more safe for him and the kids love you more, you’re the cool aunt. 

It’s a little bit of a battle to take care of them, on one side there’s you trying to make them eat lunch, and on the other there’s George giving them ice cream. 

But, in the end you both work pretty well as a team; you guys find a good balance.

I hope you like it, I loved your request. I had a lot of fun writing it <3

[technowoah]

could you do 21 and 23 from the prompt list with george x gn! or fem!reader?

btw i adore your writing!! i love all your ideas and your imagines are so original ahhh i love them sm

So Cliché [3:41 am]

TYSM! OMG THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME🤚🏾😭

Also sorry this came out so late

I am guessing the prompts are from the fluff list, but if this isn't what you wanted I'll do it from the angst list!

21) "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

23) "Pinki promise kiss"

⚠︎ swearing, fluffy stuff, i didn't proofread 😪

Your eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom you were in. The door was closed and the curtains were slightly opened letting in the slightest slither of light inside. The sun hasn't rose yet and your body felt heavy. You turned around under the warm covers of your bed and looked at the clock beside your bed that shined 3:41 am.

You groaned as you rotated around in bed until you found a comfortable way to lay down. Time seemed to be going slower when you woke up, the need to sleep flooded your mind but you just couldn't relax. Turning around again you faced your closed door that led to the hallway. The door always had to be at least cracked and not completely closed, but your roomate was making too much noise at an ungodly hour.

Living alone wasn't good for you at all, you didn't feel comfortable living alone. It was so quiet all the time and no one was around to entertain you or comfort you when things went bump in the night until your friend George suggested that you moved in with him. You always complained that you needed a roommate so he proposed the idea that you two moved in together to make you feel safe.

A few days from that conversation you packed your things and moved in with George. Slowly but surely you moved all of your things into George's place and he was always there to help. George had two bedrooms in his house and they were right next to eachother. You both woke up around the same time and went to bed at totally different times.

George and you always made breakfast together, sat around the house thinking of things to do and just end up sitting on the couch watching anything interesting he finds, doing chores and going out quickly to then inevitably end up back to the couch to do absolutely nothing. George always ended up sleeping while you two had this time together because he stayed up so late you dont know how he could sleep like a baby like that all the time. He ended up either laying on the armrest of the couch or on your shoulder. You always thought that was uncomfortable for him, but he always ended up there. The last couple times he ended up laying on your thighs which flustered you the first time, and the second, basically anytime he goes to lay on your lap you tense up.

You weren't afraid of physical touch, but this was new to you, you've grown accustomed to George and you think you a crush evolved from nothing. You two have been really close and it all started with a stupid Minecraft server. Ever since you moved in you two have grown closer than ever and your complicated feelings if you would want George as a boyfriend or not flooded your mind as we speak.

[4:01]

You still couldn't sleep and it was becoming a problem. You tossed and turned until you felt comfortable and began to count sheep, but you already got to 40 and didn't feel sleepy at all. Encasing yourself underneath your covers didn't help, it only made you hot. You were wide awake at this point. You had sat up and got out of your bed slipping on some fluffy socks and quitely opened the door and shuffled your way to the living room. You tried to stay quiet trying to keep George asleep as you turned on the TV.

Turning down the volume you sat there for a while underneath a blanket you and George had on the couch for times like this. You had a throw pillow underneath your head while you layed horizontal, across the couch. Two shows later and your eyes began to droop, it was a sense of accomplishment because you were finally sleeping so you stayed there still so you continue to lull yourself to sleep.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" George asked with tired eyes and gravelly voice. "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

"Fuck you George. I was about to go to sleep. I kinda want you up with me." You complained as you pulled the blanket over your head with your eyes still closed.

"C'mon silly get in your bed. Were you here all night?" George said while leaning against a wall, clearly still tired.

"No. I couldn't sleep. Why are you here?" You asked, but your words mumbled together.

"I heard the TV." George pointed at the TV that was illuminating objects in the dark.

You hummed and he did as well. "Are you okay bub?"

You had a small smile on your face, you loved the small petnames he gave you. You had a small feeling that he didn't mean it in the romantic way you wanted it to be.

"I woke up and cant sleep now. I was almost asleep, but you came in so.." You said still drowsy from staying in the state of in-between being awake and sleep.

"Im sorry." George said with his head against the wall, eyes closed. "Mm sorry I'm tired." George wiped his face.

"Could you sleep with me?"

"What?" George asked laughing slightly.

"No not that, just sleep in the same bed." You said. Your brain was just working on his own. You wouldn't have said this if you were awake, but you were desperate and needed sleep. Also you were touch starved and your crush on George was becoming more apparent each day, but that wasnt the point now.

"Yeah I'll do that." George said while pushing himself off of the wall.

"What?" You said thinking he would reject the offer.

"You sound like me. Come on." George said making his way over to you and reaching his arms out. You sat up looking at him with half open eyes and ended up grabbing both of his hands to pull yourself up.

Once both of you were on your feet you both lazily made your way to your bedroom. You mad yourself comfortable under the covers while George sat ontop, restricting the cover's movements.

"You're ontop of the blankets, it's weird." You mumbled.

"Sorry, sorry. Um, what would you want me to do?" George asked as he got off of the bed and stood there awaiting for an answer.

Your back was facing towards him when you answered. "Come on under the covers, I dont bite." You faced towards him when you said that.

He smiled a bit and then got under the covers with you, he layed on his back facing the ceiling and his hands on his stomach. He was uncomfortable.

You turnedon your side facing George. "Are you uncomfortable? If you want you can leav-"

"No! No. Im just- Ive never done this before you know. I've never comforted anyone like this." George quickly said.

"Like cuddled anyone?"

"Like cuddle, yeah."

A silence fell upon you two until George laid on his side facing you. His face was close to yours and you tried not to freak out right in front of him. He reached his hand across your body and started to rub your back. You shuffled your body a little so that your heads weren't at the same level, you were level with his chest and you got closer leaning your forehead against his chest. You both got more comfortable and got closer in touch, he soothingly rubbed your back trying to lull you to sleep.

It was a while that you both layed like this, basking in eachothers comfort

"I wish I could sing like Wilbur. That would make this moment better." George whispered against your hair.

"You being here makes this moment already great though." You whispered as well hoping he could hear you.

"Really?"

"Really. I mean it. I love this." You pulled him close.

"I love 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ."

"I love you too."

You smiled with your eyes closed. "Promise you love me?"

"Pinki promise I love you." George lazily locked both of your little fingers together.

"Pinki promise kiss." You puckered your lips hoping he would get the hint.

You heard George chuckle and he softly pecked you lips, it was like he was testing the waters. You opened your eyes and he had a small tired smile on his face, the two of you ended up giggling like little kids and then going back into the calming state you both were in.

Thank God for you both being in that state of tiredness. You just hoped that you both remembered what happend at [4:32 am] when you both wake up.

EXTRA:

You were alone in the kitchen this morning making pancakes. George hasnt met up with you yet and you questioned why. Yes you remembered last night and you're glad that you finally had the courage to say that you loved him, but it wasn't how you pictured it happening.

You flipped your pancake as George came put from around the corner looking fresher and more awake than last night. He smiled at you and made his way over to you. He closely stood by you and reached over your head to grab a glass from above. He only stepped that closely to you to grab a glass.

You begun to think that he forgot about last night's kiss. He had filled his glass with ice and then with water he stood over by the refrigerator for a while until he walked over to you.

You had just finished the second pancake of the day and faced George who was stood beside you waiting for your attention. He smiled at you and slowly leaned down and gave you a kiss on your lips. It was slow and longing, like he wanted to do this for quite a while. One of his hands found the side of your face and the other one pulled you closer by your waist. He then pulled away having a big smile on his face, you matched his smile clearly glad that he did that and remember.

"This is so cliché you know that right?" You laughed.

George rolled his eyes playfully. "Exactly, I feel like I've read this somewhere before."

"Like on Wattpad?" You jokingly asked.

"Yeah I read a bunch of DreamNotFound fanfiction on there." George said as he swayed you back and forth along with him.

"Hey~!"

"I'm just kidding! And I pinki promised didnt I?" George rose his eyebrows.

"You did! You did!" You smiled at him and he matched your smile again.

"I love you." George said.

"I love you too." You replied.

"I could get used to this!"

[fluffallamaful]

Healing AU, tummy kisses:

Tummy kisses are special because they actually were never something that Tommy did: they’re something that Quackity came up with on his own. Maybe he remembers Karl adoring them on days when he was sick and tired and unable to play rough. …Maybe he misses how Sapnap would use them as a way to cheer him up. Maybe he sees how much Dream likes soft belly tickles and decides that he’d probably enjoy some kisses there, too.

At first Dream panics, thinking that Quackity’s about to blow a raspberry. He babbles a bit and then just lies there whimpering and waiting, but…it never comes. Just soft kisses all along his quivering tummy. After around thirty seconds of this he relaxes enough to start giggling a bit, kind of confused. Quackity can’t really tease him — bit busy — but he hums a note that makes him blush anyway. And Sam’s not useless anymore: he’s watching intently, and he starts to whisper soft things about how cute Dream is, and how his tummy is blushing like it’s embarrassed to be receiving such tender kisses. He holds his hands, scratches at his scalp, and continues a rambling monologue praising him for being so sweet and adorable.

Eventually Quackity stops. Dream watches him, clearly wanting something. …Quackity figures it out pretty quickly, but he still plays dumb to make him ask for more tummy kisses out loud.

guxisks ff omgggggg the cutest heckin thing?? quackity just being like “well i guess he’ll probably enjoy some kisses” is so cute :((

my immediate thought is would dream have recieved tummy kisses before?? maybe not?? would sap’s play have been too rough to include them in the early smp days? would george have been too reserved with his affection?? i feel like it’s plausible to say that quackity’s tummy kisses would be the first ones that dream would have ever experienced :((

(discusssionn below)

🦙🦙🦙…

i love how you described his reaction to itttt. like the panic in preparation for a raspberry, maybe even nibbles (particularly coz he knows he can’t squirm away too much),, the confusion, and then the bubbly giggles afterwards :(( like just not knowing how to react at all and not really understanding why it tickles. i love the idea of a certain spot below his belly button causing his legs to twitch and kick out (the best they can), and for his laugh to jump into cackles for a moment. and i also love the idea of him melting back into sam, and trying to twist to shield his face or at least hide himself away from the flustering sight of his belly bouncing between tickly kisses

sam gently crooning at him as well 😭 like everything you described there is so perfect (the blushing tummy ���),, and his added forms of affection like hand holding and head pets,,, dream squirms the best as he can in his lap. also kinda love the idea of sam placing his own kisses into dreams temple and neck, all while he’s reminding dream about how cute and safe he is :(( and OMG dreams reaction to it stopping!!! like his belly is still buzzing from ghost tickles, giggles still tumbling out of his mouth,,, and yet as soon as he feels it stop he lifts his head up to meet the gaze of quackitys.

it’s pretty cute to imagine that he doesn’t even mean to show it on his face that he was enjoying the kisses, and that he would in fact want it to continue. and therefore quackity pointing it out and making him ask would be so much more flustery. like his realisation that he was that readable, and then the embarrassment of being encouraged to ask and admit that he was enjoying himself. he’s so cuteee ahhhhhh!!! and i LOVE that it’s quackitys idea i adore all of this omfggggg

also can’t help but think about tommy walking into this situation instead of the other one :(( like dream being double embarrassed and tommy just being so happy and proud 🥲

🦙🦙🦙…

[spiked-tea-writing]

and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

[now-im-a-belieber]

omg can i please get "im gonna marry you one day" with george luz OR "you pretend that you dont know me in front of your(our) friends" with joe liebgott

whichever you want! tysm 💖💖

prompt: "im gonna marry you one day"

george luz x reader

a/n: i present to you some mediocre george luz fluff with only a LITTLE angst. to make up for my last atrocity lol. this is a feat for me, as the self proclaimed queen of sadness.

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The first time he said so, you thought it was a joke. George was always joking. Always trying to get a reaction from you, whether it be a bright laugh or a mortified warning whisper. You were the best kind of friends.

It was after helping him home at the end of a very long night, when George was more exhausted than tipsy. So you shoved him toward his sofa and untied his shoes. And just as you grabbed your coat and turned to leave, he said...

"You're too good. I'm gonna have to marry you one day."

His tired mumbles died out almost exactly as his head hit the throw pillow. And when you turned with a blush you saw he was already asleep where you'd left him, but that same mischievous grin remained on his face.

It had to be a joke. So you didn't think a thing of his comment, besides the come back you were going to have to throw his way, come morning.

That's how the two of you worked. Batting ideas between your wits until one or both of you were doubled over with laughter and the night was through.

He'd been a good friend. He'd been a generous soul. A watchful eye. A listening ear. He'd been there for you, and stayed that way.

So you'd come to know George well. Whether either of you cared to admit it or not, there was an unspoken, inexplicable bond between the two of you. He was the first person you'd call should disaster strike. The last person you wanted to sit through a movie with, but the person whose commentary you missed most when it was just you in front of the telly.

He was always joking. And whether or not he succeeded in getting you to giggle, he was laughing all the while. But there were those rare moments, when the two of you would talk like the world was ending. Trading dire secrets or genuine apologies.

So when the second time he said it, you knew it wasn't a joke.

There you stood at the platform, the roaring of an approaching train growing louder with each thud of your heart. You wouldn't let yourself think of why you stood here, or where George was about to head off too. You couldn't imagine what horrors might dull his brightness. You shuddered to imagine the glimmer in George's eye being blown away. So you thought further ahead.

"You better make it back here before too long." You shrugged, reaching out to straighten George's collar. You didn't know how to say you'd miss him.

He grabbed your hand, to dismiss your pestering, you thought. But he didn't let go. George just held on, letting his eyes dart from your intertwined fingers, back to meet your own gaze. And then he sucked in a breath, and said...

"I've gotta make it back. I'm gonna marry you one day."

It wasn't some witty call back to the time he'd said so before. He really meant it. You could tell by the softness in his usually impish smile. And the way his eyes desperately searched yours.

And then just like that, his hand left yours, and George was stepping onto the train.

How dare he, you thought, leave you with such weighted words without time to ask why he'd said them. Without time to swat his arm and curse at the way he made your heart rate multiple.

George waved from the door of the train before an impatient usher shooed him to find his seat. You just barely heard as he replied "Alright I'm goin', I'm goin'."

And you tried to pretend that wasn't the last thing you heard him say. You tried to imagine he wouldn't be gone long. And you tried to imagine what life would be like once he returned.

You headed back to the way things were. But nothing was the same with George gone.

And even when you finally heard from him, it wasn't at all as comforting as you hoped it might've been. He wrote little. And asked more of you than he said of himself. He asked for updates about local goings-on. Asked you to tell him how his family seemed, despite having been in touch with them all the same.

You wrote back, answering all his questions and daring to ask a few vague inquiries of your own. You danced around the subject of what he said to you. And he never directly responded to your subtle hints.

But despite having heard George say what he said with your own ears, you decided after a while that he couldn't have been serious. Rarely was he. But often did you let your own thoughts blow things out of proportion. That had to be what was going on, now...

So you stopped wondering, on paper at least. You kept your many frequent thoughts of George to yourself. And you tried not to worry about when you'd hear from him again, or the fact that he had less to say each time.

You just answered all of his usual questions about the state of your hometown and secretly dreamed of the day you got to stroll through it together again. You never knew when his next letter would come. Sometimes months would pass with nothing but dust filling your mailbox. And years had passed since this new discombobulated routine had become normal.

But still, everyday you heard the postman swing open the gate at the end of your path, you eagerly hurried to fetch the mail.

When you heard that sure scuffle of the postman approaching the porch steps that led to your post box, you dusted your hands of a day's work and scurried toward the door.

But, as you approached, a knocking gave you pause. The postman never knocked. You took a beat to smooth your wrinkled clothes before answering the door you were near opening anyway.

At first, it seemed no one was there. Then you looked down to find George Luz on one knee.

"You're home!" You gasped taking in the sight of him. The swoop of his unusually long hair. The grin on his face and that same old glimmer in his eye. You'd never seen it shine brighter, in fact.

Your favourite friend reached for your hands and held them as he did at the train station; like he really meant too.

"I told you I'd be back to marry you one day. Wanna make it soon?"

All your second guesses and dismissive thoughts flew out the window as you threw yourself to meet George where he knelt in your doorway. His arms wrapped around you in time to save you from crashing to the porch, and his huff of stunned laughter was like music to your ears. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tight to prove you weren't dreaming.

"Is that a yes or are you trying to strangle me for taking so long to properly ask?" He quipped

"Both!" You cried, burying your face in his neck and marvelling over how familiar this was. How all the time that had passed so miserably slow without George seemed like no time at all, now.

"Well, we'd better go do the damn thing before you deprive me of too much oxygen." George insisted, holding you closer all the same.

"What, right now?" You chuckled, leaning back to search George's gaze. He was as beautiful as ever. Just as wonderfully himself. Though you could tell some deep wary exhaustion played behind the shine of his eyes. That could be felt with in time. Now, there was a rather pressing matter at hand...

"War is over babe, and I'd been waiting long before that anyhow."

With that, it was decided. George shuffled to his feet, raising you up alongside him. He hurried you along your flustered rush to grab a couple of things. And then the two of you flew down the porch steps and into the rest of your lives together.

You'd been longing for this day before you even knew George was too. Now there was nothing that could keep you apart. No war. No time. No worries. You were now and forever bound to have every movie night ruined by George's blathering over it. And that's just the way you wanted it.

[cappsikle]

just a bunch of fools // george weasley

Request: omg ok hi!! I’m in love with your writing so I was wondering if I could request a George Weasley imagine where they’re at bill and fleur’s wedding, and him and the reader are dancing like complete idiots and totally making fools of themselves, but they don’t care. and they’re all happy and sort of forgetting that the wizarding world is super chaotic rn?? I can’t get this idea out of my head so thank u so much for helping it come to life and fueling my obsession w/ the twins lol<333

Pairing: george weasley x reader

Summary: with the weight of the world heavy on everyone’s shoulders, it feels good to just let loose.

Warnings: nope! (unless you count not proof-reading... haha...)

Word Count: 1.1k (i’m so sorry it’s short :(((

A/N: Ahhh omg this is my very first request!!! this made me sooo happy and I started writing straight away! I hope you like it! If any of you have requests feel free to send them in!

Also, would anyone like me to make a taglist?

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

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You couldn’t even begin to describe how incredible everything was. Molly really outdid herself. Bill and Fleur’s wedding was nothing short of, for lack of a better word, magical. The atmosphere was full of love and joy and just plain old happiness, something that is really hard to come by these days. You and George and the rest of the guests sat through the reception with smiles, and you would be lying if you said you remained dry-eyed throughout the whole thing. But now, it was time for a party.

Bill and Fleur stood in the middle of the room, music filling the area as they begun their first dance as wife and husband. The look on their faces was nothing short of ecstatic, love for each other seeping from every fiber of their beings. As you watched them, you turned your eyes to George, who had his arm wrapped around your waist. He looked down at you and smiled a sweet smile, it was one of your favourite things to look at. You leaned up to place a delicate kiss on his cheek, his skin soft under your lips.

George's lips curl up into a sly smirk, his cheeks lifting with it, “what was for?”

You shrug your shoulders, “no reason, I just love you”

“Well in that case...” George leaned his head down to connect his lips with yours, placing his hand on the side of your neck. You pull away after a couple of seconds, not wanting to miss out on the first dance. But when you look up into George’s eyes, you almost forgot where you were and why you’re there. The crowd cheering as the bride and groom finished their first dance drew your eyes away from George, you both clapping and cheering with everyone else. You hoped this could be you someday. Whilst you and George hadn’t specifically discussed what the future may have in store for your relationship, you knew he was the one you wanted to marry.  

You had gotten together in your fifth year, both of you dancing around your feelings before Fred had enough of the pining and locked you in a broom cupboard until you confessed. Since then, you’ve practically been attached at the hip. Come to think of it, you’ve never actually thanked Fred for doing what he did, but you knew his smug little self wouldn’t leave you alone if you did. You were dragged out of your thoughts, quite rudely if you might add, by George practically yanking you to the middle of the floor which resulted in you almost tripping over your feet. Classy.

“George, what are you doing?”

“Dancing, love. What does it look like?” you couldn’t help but to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of what you were seeing. George Weasley was many things, but a dancer he was not. His arms flailed like they weren’t attached to the rest of his body and his head bopped up and down completely out of tune to the music. Boy, he was an idiot. He was your idiot though, and you wouldn’t change a single thing about him.

Once again, George dragged you away from your thoughts and brought your body close to his, gripping your hips tightly so you didn’t run away from him, although you did try. “George, you know I can’t dance, please let me go!”

“doesn’t matter, love! Does it look like I can?” Well, you couldn’t exactly say yes. “C’mon, It’s a wedding! It’s a time of happiness and joy!” George grabbed both your hands as he started spinning the both of you around, and you couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

“Alright, alright! Just stop spinning me, I’m getting dizzy” George slowed down, giving you a minute to let the spinning in your head go away. Then, he placed one hand on your waist and the other gripped one of your hands as he started moving from side to side sporadically as a jazz type of music played. You knew you both looked like complete and utter nutters, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest. You could feel the other guests’ eyeing you both, but honestly, all you could focus on was him in front of you.

For a moment, you forgot about the war that was raging on outside. As George spun you around and dipped you, it was like everything in the world felt alright. Your heart felt light, but full all the same as you looked at George and he looked at you. Goerge pulled you to stand up straight again and put both hands on your waist, your arms coming up to circle around his neck. That's when a slow song started playing, and you barely noticed the other guests grabbing their respective partners and joining you on the floor. Your eyes drifted to Bill and Fleur, smiling up at each other, and you felt one of your own grace your lips.

George followed your eye-line and smiled to himself. He then lent down so his mouth was right next to your ear, his breath fanning over your neck, “that’ll be us someday,” your heart begun to beat harder in your chest at his words, not really knowing how to respond. And Goerge wasn’t lying either. He thought about the little black box was in his drawer back at the Burrow, hidden from you and his family. Fred was the only one aware for his plans, naturally, and Goerge suddenly started feeling giddy for what was to come.

He wasn’t entirely sure when he was going to do it, but he knew for sure just how much he loved you. Goerge left a chaste kiss on your temple before lifting his head up to look at you, meeting your eyes. You both smiled at each other, your cheeks warming slightly from the idea of actually marrying him. You both knew what was to come, the war coming closer and closer every second, so you both felt it was important to make the most of and cherish every moment you have left.

"I love you; you know that?” you smiled brightly at George’s words and leaned up to connect your lips with his, him eagerly reciprocating the kiss. You felt the tears build up at your waterline, trying desperately not to let them fall, but a single tear slid down your cheek. George pulled away, bringing his hand up to wipe the tear away, “why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head at your own silliness, “I just love you so much.” George thought about teasing you for your sappiness, but then he surprisingly felt prickles in his eyes that indicated that he wasn’t far from the waterworks either. So, instead he brought you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and resting his forehead against yours.  

You sniffled slightly, looking deep into George’s eyes. And that’s how the two of you stayed, wrapped up in each other’s arms and loving each other for the rest of time.

Until it all came to an end.

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Ahhh anon I hope i did your request justice!! Thank you so much for sending one in, I actually screamed when I saw the notif! If anyone else has a request please send them in!!

Please don’t forget to reblog/comment so I can grow! 

- Mills <3

[amazingmaeve]

Scared - Fred Weasley

Harry Potter Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N decides to move to London where she meets Fred Weasley who changes her life for the better. She’s scared of loving him.

Request: Hi!! Can I please request a (Fred lives! Au) Fred Weasley x Salvatore (Vampire)!reader where she’s Damon and Stefan’s younger sister (I can so see her acting like Damon, but really being soft once you get to know her) oneshot where she needed time away from Mystic Falls, so she goes to London, where she meets Fred & George, and she & Fred over time fall in love. At some point I’m sure they would have the talk about her being a vampire and him being a Wizard (it’d be so shocking for the both of them haha). And during the war, instead of leaving England like Fred asked, she follows the Weasleys to Hogwarts, kinda just hiding in the shadows until she sees Fred is in danger and saves his life. Almost losing him freaks her out because it reminds her that he’s mortal and she’s not, so she runs back to Mystic Falls, where Elena, Damon, & Stefan (Stefan lives au😅) have just taken the vampire cure and she takes it too, going back to Fred (Omg I can so imagine her asking Molly to bring her to the joke shop so she can run into Fred’s arms to surprise him and apologize for running off)

Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some violence

AN: I hope I did it I may have left out a few things since I couldn’t fit them in. Also I haven’t seen the deathly hollows only clips so if I got anything wrong that’s why. 😊

Y/N didn’t plan on going to London but she needed to get out of Mystic Falls. Get away from all the drama. Especially the drama between Stefan Elena and Damon.

She didn’t understand how everyone fell so in love with Elena and Katherine. But she got over it.

Damon and Stefan were angry about her sister leaving but Y/N didn’t truly care about it. Stefan got used to it but Damon just was snappy.

When she was in London she got a to breath a bit without her brothers by her side. Even though London was usually gloomy she made the best out of it.

While shopping Y/N ran into someone while she wasn’t looking.

“Sorry about that,” Y/N sighed and picked up her bags.

When she got up she saw someone else staring at her. The guy who was pretty tall and had red hair.

“No worries darling what’s your name,” Fred asked with a smirk on his face.

“Y/N,” She answered while looking the guy. She thought he was pretty cute himself.

“What no last name,” Fred laughed.

“I don’t even know your know so why would I tell you my last name,” Y/N snapped at the Weasley.

“Fred Weasley,” Fred introduced himself while pushing his hand out.

“Y/N Salvatore,” Y/N rolled her eyes while shaking his hand. “Well I have to get going,” She said after shaking his hand.

“Wait,” Fred yelled out as Y/N began walking away. Y/N turned around with a confused look on his face. “Can’t I at least get your phone number,” He asked.

“Maybe next time,” Y/N teases with a smirk on her face then walked away with her bags in hands.

Y/N was sure she wouldn’t see Fred again. Y/N thought he was cute but nothing would happen about. How wrong was she.

As Y/N sat in restaurant eating some breakfast she felt someone approach her and she turned around to see Fred standing there.

“Fancy see you here,” Fred smirks sliding in the booth besides her.

“Hello Fred,” Y/N greets the red head.

“I never got to ask what you think of London,” Fred asked taking a menu. Y/N stared at him in shock as he just sat there so casually.

“How do you know I just came here,” Y/N asks suspiciously.

“Well your accent is American and you looked like you didn’t know where you were love,” Fred put down his menu to give her that same smirk.

“To answer your question it’s gloomy but nice,” Y/N ignores his last statement and decided to answer his question.

“So can I get your number now love?” Fred asked as Y/N felt butterflies in the bottom of her stomach. She didn’t know why she was having these. The last time she had these is when she was human.

“Nope,” Y/N popped the P.

“What why you said ‘maybe next nine’?” Fred asks as confusion crossed his face.

“Well I’m a liar,” Y/N admits.

“Hmm,” Fred made a humming noise.

“Why are you making that noise,” Y/N questions as the waitress came over and sat the food on the table.

“No reason so if I can’t have your number will you at least let me take you out on a date,” Fred asks taking a bit out of her bacon.

“Why are you so adamant on hanging out with me,” Y/N asks feeling heat rise in her cheeks. Y/N doesn’t know why she’s feeling like this. She does have her humanity on but she’s hasn’t felt like this way in a while.

“Because there’s something interesting about you and I want to get to know you love,” Fred admits giving you a smile.

“Fine if it will stop you from annoying me,” Y/N snaps writing her address and phone number down and giving it to Fred before leaving. Fred looked back at her in awe knowing that this girl was special.

In reality she didn’t want to admit but she was happy that Fred has asked her out. He seemed like a good guy and he was really cute.

He called when Y/N was taking a drink out of a blood bag. He asked for a date on Friday and it was Wednesday.

Y/N agreed to the restaurant and the time. When Y/N hung up the phone she stared down at it with a smile on her face.

She didn’t even realize she was smiling since she hadn’t for a while. Y/N let out a sigh before shaking her head and wipping the smile off her face ignoring the feeling she had.

On Friday Y/N put on her best dress and put on some make up before exiting the flat with a smile on her face.

She saw Fred approach in a suit and Y/N couldn’t deny he was pretty handsome.

“You look beautiful,” Fred gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Well you don’t look so bad yourself,” Y/N teased giving a little punch on the shoulder.

When they got to the restaurant Y/N ordered a salad while Fred for stake. While they waited Y/N learned that Fred had many siblings. 7 to be exact. One of them was his twin George.

“Wow I can’t handle the two brothers I have it must of been hard for you,” Y/N laughs. “No wait I feel bad for your sister it sucks only having 2 it must suck even worse to have 6.”

“Ginny knows how to take care of herself she’s a strong girl,” Fred tells Y/N.

When food came they ate and Fred told her some of the pranks he played on some people just leaving the fact he was a wizard out of it.

Y/N was having a good time.

“I can’t believe you put hair die in her shampoo,” Y/N lets out a giggle.

“Me and George got in big trouble for it grounded for 2 weeks and Ginny ignored us for 1,” Fred scoffed.

“Well I don’t blame the girl I would have been pissed to,” Y/N takes a sip out of her wine.

“Did your brothers ever prank you,” Fred asked curiously.

“No but my older brother does like to joke around a lot,” Y/N admits while rolling her eyes.

As night went on the date ended which made Y/N feel a bit sad as Fred walked her back to the flat.

As they stood in front of the building Fred approached Y/N wrapping his hands around her cheeks putting his lips to hers. Y/N was shocked but kissed back wrapping her arms around his waist.

They parted ways as Y/N went into her building with a goofy grin on her face.

Y/N liked the way she was feeling but she hasn’t been in a relationship that wasn’t sexual in a while and didn’t know how to handle it.

So Y/N ignored Fred’s calls not knowing what to do next. Y/N felt bad and it was strange for her to feel bad. She usually didn’t care about people’s feelings.

As Y/N sat in her couch someone knocked on her door.

“Who is it,” Y/N yelled.

“It’s Fred,” Fred yelled back.

“Y/N froze in shock she didn’t know what to do but to answer the door.

“Hey Fred,” Y/N waved awkwardly.

“Why’ve been ignoring my calls,” Fred asked putting his hands into his pockets.

“I haven’t been ignoring your calls,” Y/N muttered looking at the ground.

Y/N saw the Fred approached her putting his fingers underneath her chin lifting her head.

“Why are you lying to be love,” Fred whispered.

“I’m sorry Fred I just haven’t felt like this for someone in a while,” Y/N admits while closing the door and letting him.

“I could’ve helped you,” Fred puts his hand on top of hers as she put it down on the kitchen counter.

“I know but we barely know each other,” Y/N scoffs.

“Well the let me get to know you,” Fred interjects before she can say anything else she let out a sigh and nod. “George gets annoyed every time I talk about since he hasn’t even met you.”

“You want me to meet your brother already,” Y/N asks flabbergasted.

“No I would wait til the 3rd date darling,” Fred gave her one of his smirks which made her feel like puddy in his hands. She felt so happy with Fred.

From then on Y/N Fred began to go on more and more dates. And after the third date Y/N met George. She was nervous but Fred reassured her that he would lover her and it was true. George was happy that his brother found someone to make him happy.

They knew almost everything about each other after 3 months. Except about her being a vampire and him being a wizard. They both wanted to tell each other but Y/N was scared of rejection and Fred was worried Y/N would get hurt by telling her.

Y/N invited Fred to her flat feeling nervous about telling him. She could compel him if he didn’t like it but she couldn’t do that to him.

A knock on the door broke Y/N out of her daze.

“Fred you have a key you can come in,” Y/N lets out a little laugh.

“Sorry love just didn’t want to startle you,” Fred closed the door as enters the flat. He notices the worried look on Y/N’s face and goes to stand in front of her. “What’s wrong darling,” Fred whispers putting his hands on her waist.

“Nothing,” Y/N muttered burying her face in his chest.

“Well obviously something’s bothering you,” Fred asks rubbing her back.

“Okay I’m going to come on and out with it,” Y/N moves back and lets out a sigh. “I’m a vampire,” She blurted out.

Fred stares at her for a second before laughter.

“Right good one,” Fred laughs and begins to notice that she isn’t laughing with him. “You’re serious,” He gasps.

“Yup,”

“That’s so cool,” Fred lets out a laugh. “Well since you told me I have to tell you something,” Fred gives her a grin. “I’m a wizard.”

Y/N gaps at him with shock on her face.

“That is so cool.”

Y/N and Fred that day began to get closer to each other with know each other’s secrets. She met his family at his older brother Bills wedding. And they all excepted her with open arms.

Molly gave her tight hug which made George and Fred laugh. Arthur shook her hand giving her a smile. Ron couldn’t believe his brother got a girlfriend. Ginny gave Y/N a handshake and smile. She also met Harry and Hermione who greeted her.

Fred told Y/N she would meet Bill at the wedding.

Everything was going great until the death eaters came.

Most people were fine and only had cuts and bruises. Fred then went to the battle of Hogwarts and told Y/N to stay behind which made her mad.

“I can’t stay behind,” Y/N snaps.

“Yes you can love this is different than vampires,” Fred argues with.

“Please I just don’t want something bad to happen to you,” Y/N pleaded with him.

“I’ll be fine love just stay here,” He whispered giving her one last kiss.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered as he left.

She couldn’t just sit around and do nothing when she had this feeling in her gut that something was going to happen to Fred. She didn’t know where she was but she found the castle with some luck.

Y/N saw fighting everywhere as she entered Hogwarts. It was like a blood bath.

Y/N finally saw Fred getting attack by this one guy which made her eyes widen and ran over to the guy and bit into his neck killing him.

Y/N couldn’t stand the look Fred was giving her so she left feeling ashamed of herself why’d she do that why didn’t she just push him away. This was the first time in a while she felt guilty.

Y/N went back to mystic falls to take the cure maybe if she was human Fred would look at her in a different way.

Stefan and Damon were confused about her decision. But let her take it it would make her happy.

On the way to London she felt nervous and felt tears creep up. Y/N hoped Fred would look at her like her did before.

When she got to the burrow Y/N was met with the nice look of Molly.

“Y/N dear come in,” She let Y/N in. “Fred has been worried sick about you.”

“I know that’s why I’m here I need to talk to him,” Y/N admits running her fingers through her hair.

“Well come on dear let’s go,” Molly gets her purse getting ready to go to the shop.

When Y/N entered the shop it was full of customers. Y/N had a smile on her face as she saw all the stuff that was going on.

Y/N lost Molly and then she heard someone say, “Y/N.”

She turned around and saw Fred standing there with a smile on his face. She knew it was Fred she didn’t know how she just did.

Fred ran up to her giving her a tight hug and gave her kisses on all of her face.

“Where have you been I’ve been worried sick about you love,” Fred whispered in her ear.

“I love you,” Y/N blurts out with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. Fred put his warm hand on her cheek and caressed it.

“I love you too,” He whispered kissing her on the lips as she wraps her arms around his neck and his around her waist.

He lifts her up feeling on top of the world and in the moment Y/N knew she’d be alright.

[cursestothemoon]

omg omg omg i have a hc request for fred x fem! hufflepuff when they play each other for quidditch😼

yes

competition 

:)))))

also i am loving all these fred requests 

ok so before you guys were dating fred would be very carefully around you

would go out of his way to make sure nothing hit you 

will yell at people on his own team if they hurt you

very sweet

nice guy

that all changes when you guys start dating

both of are naturally very competitive being quidditch players and all

so yeah there would be a healthy competition between you two

he would be more verbal about his heckling 

and you would go as far as too sneak up behind him and try to shove him off his broom (only if you got really desperate)

“come on Y/n, that can't be your best can it?”

“Can it Weasley or else ill come down there and knock you off your broom”

“You wouldn’t even be able to catch me, love”

but he also would help you get ready before games

you guys would have little rituals

hE WOULD BRAID YOUR HAIR FOR YOU

AND LIKE GIVE YOU A KISS RIGHT BEFORE GETTING ON THE PITCH

ok im not sure how true this is

but an extensive google search told me that Fred’s quidditch number is 5 and George is 6

fred would insist on getting 5 kisses before each and every game

and if you guys were playing against each other he would add your number onto that

little butt smack

but when you guys are in the game

both of you act forget your mushy moments

soft kisses

no

you need to destroy the other 

he would also be showing off 

at any given chance

“oi! Y/N! watch this!”

“what’s it like dating one of the greats, darling?”

hes so annoying 🙄

would fly by and smack your butt

will result in a penalty for gryffindor 

oliver will try to drown fred in the showers

oliver is also constantly yelling at fred

wOW WAIT IMAGINE GOBLET OF FIRE FRED JUST ZOOMING AROUND ON HIS BROOM

HAIR FLOWING IN THE WIND

wow

alright now let’s talk business

if you were to get hurt 

like seriously hurt

and he’d have to watch you fall 

you know he would try his hardest to get to you fast enough 

and would blame himself if he couldnt

oNE TIME YOU FELL OFF THE BROOM AND FRED WENT TO GO AFTER YOU

COMPLETELY ABANDONING THE GAME

AND OLIVER WOULD STOP HIM

OR SOMEONE ELSE WOULD PUT A HAND TO HIS CHEST STOPPING HIM

AND FRED WOULD BE SO ANGRY

WOULD FIGHT THEM

THEY WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO PLAY FOR A GOOD WEEK OR SO DUE TO INJURY THAT MADAM POMFREY WAS UNABLE TO HEAL

no one tried to stop him anymore

ok when he would get hurt you would refuse to play

people hated it when hufflepuff played gryffindor because they just knew if either you or fred got hurt, the game would either be delayed or a team would have to be a player short

he will charm your uniform to be gryffindor colors

will also charm it so the back says Weasley

you would charm his to be hufflepuff colors 

he is NOT a fan of how close you and cedric would be

would absolutely L A U N C H bludgers at him

he gets a bit aggressive

alright if gryffindor lost he'd be in a mOOD

would insist on being doted on after he congratulated you on your win

but yeah

you better be holding him

and kissing on him 

because he lost and he’s sensitive 

but ‘at least im dating someone as talented as you, love’

bUT IF YOU LOST

would tease you

not super rude

but would tease you

and if you were genuinely bothered by it he’d immediately feel bad

“aw baby, come here. I’m sorry, i’m only joking.”

but if you tried to tease him

...

he would glare over the pillow he was hugging to his chest making you laugh

aw after games it would be so cute because you’d both be tired and cuddly

after the post game adrenaline induced s e x