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fake dating — isaac lahey x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, cheating, fake relationship — drama

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synopsis: in a world where supernatural beings live in secret alongside humans, your ordinary life takes an unexpected turn when you and isaac decide to spark up a fake relationship to spite scott and allison. however, it takes a turn for the best.

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through the windows of the cozy beacon hills cafe, you found yourself sitting across from isaac lahey, the enigmatic and brooding boy from your high school. the atmosphere was charged with an unspoken tension, a palpable energy that seemed to envelop the two of you.

his stormy blue eyes met yours, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. “so, we're really doing this, huh?” he murmured, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup.

you nodded, a mixture of nerves and determination coursing through you. “yeah, it's crazy, i know. but it might just work.”

the idea had been born out of desperation. you had watched scott and allison's friendship blossom into something beautiful, something you'd secretly yearned for with scott. and you knew isaac had felt the same way about allison. so, in a moment of shared frustration, you both hatched a plan to stage a fake relationship, a way to counter the overwhelming presence of scott and allison's romance.

isaac leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours. “you know, this could get complicated,” he warned, a hint of caution in his voice.

uou chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “complicated is an understatement, Isaac. but maybe, it could also be the solution we've been looking for.”

and so, with that unspoken agreement, your fake relationship began. little did you know that this charade would lead to unexpected feelings, unexplored connections, and a journey of self-discovery neither of you had anticipated.

a few weeks into your fake relationship, everyone began to take notice of the change in dynamics between you and isaac. one sunny afternoon, as you all gathered at scott's house, stiles couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the two of you.

“so, when did you guys start dating?” he asked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. the rest of the group turned their attention to you and isaac, curious expressions on their faces.

you exchanged a quick glance with Isaac, your heart racing. you knew that the façade you both had been keeping up was about to face its first real test. isaac cleared his throat, putting on a convincing smile.

“we, uh, didn't really make an official announcement,” he replied, his tone casual. “it just sort of happened.”

stiles raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his gaze. “really? because i'm pretty sure we would have noticed if you suddenly became an item.”

uou felt the weight of the group's gaze on you, waiting for an answer. with a nervous chuckle, you leaned in slightly closer to isaac, allowing your fingers to intertwine with his.

“yeah, stiles, isaac's right. it kind of just happened,” you chimed in, trying your best to sound genuine. “we've been spending more time together, and things naturally evolved.”

stiles eyed you both suspiciously, but seemed to accept the explanation. “huh, well, i guess congrats are in order then.”

as the day went on, you and Isaac continued to play your parts, though the act felt strangely less like acting and more like reality with every passing moment. the more you pretended to be a couple, the harder it became to differentiate between what was genuine and what wasn't.

a couple of days later, scott and allison approached you with smiles that held a hint of curiosity. “hey, so we heard you guys are a thing now?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

isaac and you exchanged a quick look, a silent understanding passing between you. “yeah, it's true,” he replied, his expression softening as he looked at you. “guess we just clicked.”

scott grinned, giving isaac a playful punch on the shoulder. “well, it's about time! you guys make a cute couple.”

allison nodded in agreement, her smile warm. “definitely. and you know what? we should all go on a double date sometime. what do you think?”

your heart skipped a beat as you glanced at Isaac. he met your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and realization. it was a curveball you hadn't anticipated, but there was no turning back now.

“sure, that sounds like fun,” you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your chest.

you couldn't help but groan in annoyance as you attempted to zip up the gorgeous, tight black dress you had on. isaac was sitting at the foot of your bed, watching with furrowed eyebrows in a playfully judgemental way. “trying to impress mccall?” he teased, a smile on his face. you shot him a glare

“the plan isn't working, jackass,” you snapped at him, struggling with the zipper as you pulled upwards with all your might. “besides, i assume the cologne you're wearing isn't just for shits and giggles, huh?” now, it was his turn to shoot you a glare.

isaac's lips quirked up at the corners, amusement dancing in his eyes. “you caught that, huh?” he replied, his tone mockingly innocent.

with a huff, you managed to get the zipper up a couple of inches, but it stubbornly refused to budge any further. frustration gnawed at you, and you realized you might need a bit of assistance.

“isaac,” you sighed, looking at him with a mix of annoyance and desperation. “could you maybe give me a hand here? this dress is conspiring against me.”

he chuckled softly, pushing himself off the bed and sauntering over to where you stood. his fingers brushed lightly against your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. “alright, stand still,” he instructed, his voice surprisingly gentle.

as his fingers grazed the exposed skin of your back, a jolt of electricity shot through you. you sucked in a breath, feeling the tension between the two of you intensify. his touch was warm, his fingers deftly working to guide the zipper upwards. each inch he pulled the zipper, your heart seemed to beat faster, the proximity between you both becoming palpable.

“better?” his voice was low and husky, the words a mere whisper against your ear.

you nodded, struggling to find your voice. “yeah, thanks.”

isaac stepped back, his hand lingering on your waist for just a moment longer before he let go. the room was thick with unspoken words, a charged atmosphere that neither of you could ignore. you met his gaze, a mixture of emotions swirling in his stormy blue eyes.

“anytime,” he murmured, his lips curving into a small, almost shy smile.

the night of the double date had arrived, and there you were, seated across from scott and allison in a dimly lit bar. the atmosphere was a mix of excitement and tension, with each of you trying to play your roles convincingly. you shot Isaac a quick glance, finding him seated next to you, engaged in what appeared to be a polite conversation with allison.

“so, isaac, what is it you like to do in your free time?” allison asked, her smile warm as she leaned in slightly.

isaac's lips quirked into a smile, though you could sense a hint of restlessness in his gaze. “oh, you know, the usual stuff. hanging out with friends, reading, being apart of a pack of werewolves,” he replied, his voice casual as he earned some laughs from allison.

as the conversation between isaac and allison continued, you found yourself in a similar situation with scott. the two of you were making small talk, discussing school, training, and everything in between. but just like isaac, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of boredom settling in.

as the minutes turned into what felt like hours, you exchanged a glance with isaac, your eyes meeting for a fleeting moment. there was something unspoken in that shared look—a mutual understanding that this double date was nothing like what you had anticipated. the connection you had both been cultivating, the emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface, seemed to be fading away in the presence of scott and allison.

you cleared your throat, attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction. “so, scott, any exciting plans for the weekend?” you asked, a forced smile on your face.

scott's eyes lit up as he began talking about his plans to hang out with his friends and maybe catch a movie. as he spoke, you found your attention drifting, your mind wandering to the enigmatic boy seated beside you. you watched isaac, his expression polite but distant, as he exchanged pleasantries with allison.

feeling the need to escape the stifling atmosphere of the bar, you excused yourself under the pretense of getting a drink. your heart felt heavy with the weight of the evening's events, and you hoped that a moment alone would give you a chance to clear your mind. you walked over to the bar and leaned against it, ordering a drink to soothe your frayed nerves.

a little while later, as you stared down at the swirling liquid in your glass, you felt a presence beside you. you turned slightly, not surprised to find isaac standing there, his gaze fixed on the array of bottles behind the bar.

“mind if i join you?” he asked, his voice soft.

you shook your head, offering him a faint smile. “not at all.”

isaac signaled to the bartender and ordered a drink for himself before turning to you. “you looked like you could use some company.”

“thanks,” you replied, taking a sip from your glass. “honestly, i just needed a break from all the...acting.”

isaac's lips quirked into a rueful smile. “tell me about it. allison's nice and all, but i feel like we're running out of things to say.”

you chuckled softly in agreement. “yeah, scott and i were discussing the most mundane things. i never thought a conversation about the weather could be so painful.”

isaac chuckled too, his laughter mixing with the low hum of the bar. “guess our plan didn't exactly go as smoothly as we hoped.”

“no, it definitely didn't,” you admitted, glancing at him with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. “but you know what's even weirder? as boring as this night has been, it kind of made me realize something.”

he arched an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “and what's that?”

you took a deep breath, deciding to be honest. “i actually prefer talking to you.”

isaac's expression softened, his gaze locking onto yours. “really?”

“yeah,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. “i mean, it's like we can actually be ourselves around each other, even when we're faking it. does that even make sense?”

isaac's lips curved into a genuine smile, and you could see a spark of something in his eyes. “yeah, it does. it's strange, isn't it? how this whole thing started as a charade, but now i feel like i can be more honest with you than I can with anyone else.”

the honesty in his words tugged at your heart, and you felt a sense of connection that was impossible to ignore.

as the night continued, you decided to engage in some friendly competition, moving over to a corner of the bar where a dartboard was set up. you found yourself standing at the line, a dart in hand, ready to take your shot. scott sidled up next to you with a confident grin.

“careful, (y/n),” he teased, his eyes dancing mischievously. “i've got pretty good aim, you know.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, focusing on the dartboard. “we'll see about that, mccall.”

just as you were about to throw the dart, you heard a dry chuckle from behind you. isaac's voice was laced with sarcasm. “oh, this should be good. the mighty scott mccall taking on the humble game of darts.”

you couldn't help but smirk at Isaac's remark, feeling a surge of camaraderie between the two of you.

ignoring isaac, scott leaned in a bit closer to you, his tone more intimate. “you know, if i win, maybe i'll finally get that real date.”

you couldn't help but laugh, your aim slightly off as you released the dart. it hit the board, but not in the bullseye you had intended. “nice try, mccall. but i think i'll be just fine on my own.”

isaac's voice chimed in again, dripping with sarcasm. “at least you almost hit the board.”

scott narrowed his eyes at him. “got something to say, lahey?”

isaac leaned casually against the bar, a smug grin on his face. “oh, nothing really. just enjoying the show.”

scott picked up a dart, gaze switching between the object and isaac. “alright, let's see if you're as good as you think you are, asshole.”

you watched as he handed isaac the dart. isaac couldn't help but smirk at the challenge, returning scott's gaze as he picked his poison. he turned to face thw board, positioning his hands at a good angle in order to get the best throw possible. scott was praying on his downfall, but your expectations remained high. eventually, fulfilled, as the sharp end stuck itself into the thick material of the wood.

“would you look at that,” isaac murmured, making his way to you as he had been doing for a while. “seems like i'm the one getting a date instead.”

as the night wore on, with the dartboard now a backdrop to your laughter and light-hearted teasing, you couldn't help but feel that maybe this night had turned out to be a success after all—not in terms of the original plan, but in terms of the bonds that had formed, the walls that had crumbled, and the unexpected connection that had taken root between you and isaac.

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rottenstyx · 8 months

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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

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rottenstyx · 8 months

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hii! if you do still write for the maze runner, could i have a minho and reader fic, kinda enemies to lovers where she gets drunk one night and insists on sitting next him and hes just really snarky and confused?she ends up laying her head on his shoulder and is completely enamoured by his hands? (absentmindedly plays with it,admires it) and the others notice it and tease them relentlessly, maybe he has to carry her to bed and she asks pleads for him to stay? and the next morning they get teased even more?? totally fine if you dont want to but thanks!!!💕

omg enemies to lovers with minho

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Minho only has time for two things right now: one, making it out of the Maze long enough to scratch out the day’s findings in the Map Room, and two, his best friend Newt. Today isn’t like the other days, although it seems like it due to the endless litany of tasks that always seem to await him. He wakes up early, he runs the Maze, he comes back and helps everyone else pretend that they’re totally getting closer to finding a way out, even though they aren’t. Even though they may never find such a thing.

That’s why Newt’s so high on Minho’s list of priorities right now. Today differs from the others because it’s an important day for the Gladers, it’s Greenie Day. Some unlucky kid was sent up here while Minho was out mapping the Maze, some kid who’s probably already fighting back tears at the prospect of being stuck out here with the rest of them until the day that he dies. It’s not a pleasant life, Minho can attest to that. The Greenbean’s about to find that out for himself.

Still, the newbie will be a part of the Glade from this day forward, which means that Minho’s either going to befriend him, tolerate him, or just avoid him for as long as possible. Or her. There technically has been one girl sent up here, but Minho does his best to spend as little time thinking about her as possible, so he can’t be blamed for reverting back to the old belief that only boys could ever be sent up in the Box.

Newt leans against the door of the Map Room, waiting for Minho to finish tallying out all the turns he took this morning. Minho only has so long to remember the precise pattern of corridors before they flicker out of his head, and Newt knows it. If today’s Greenie caused serious problems, Newt would have mentioned it as Minho was walking out of the Doors. On a casual day like today, though, the blond second in command doesn’t mind waiting.

Newt straightens up once he sees that Minho is done. “All ready, then?”

Minho nods, heading out of the shade of the Map Room to rejoin the land of the living. “All ready. What are your takes on the Greenie?”

Newt shrugs. “Seems like all the others. A bit shaken up, certainly. You might want to check any new supplies that were sent up for you, the kid got a nosebleed and started spewing blood over a few boxes near him. We think we’ve gotten most of it off, though.”

Minho makes a face. “Start him on a course as a Slopper for that. If we have to clean up his blood, he has to clean up ours.”

Newt chuckles. “Can’t say that I haven’t thought about it. He doesn’t seem all that bad, though. Doesn’t remember his name, of course, but who does?”

“He is a boy, though?” Minho asks, careful to keep his tone unassuming.

Newt still sees through him, just like always. “Yeah, a boy. What, Y/N won you over so easily that you want another girl around?”

Minho makes a face. “Don’t remind me of her. I’m just curious. Feels weird that they would send up one girl and no others. Maybe I want someone else who’s pretty and doesn’t make me want to jump into the Box Hole and see what happens.”

Newt arches a brow. “You think Y/N’s pretty?”

“Pretty annoying,” Minho says through a deadpan stare.

Newt snorts. “Hilarious, Minho. Remind me, though, what exactly is your problem with Y/N? She’s friends with the rest of us. Personally, I think she’s just fine.”

Minho’s brow furrows, as it always seems to at the mention of Y/N. “I’m sure she’s fine with you, just not with me. We don’t talk that often ‘cause I’m always out in the Maze, and when we do, we only ever find problems with each other.”

“That’s just because you only talk to each other after a long day when you’re both starving,” Newt says, “you always pick the worst time to interact. I swear, if you found her on one of your days off and actually had a proper conversation, you’d enjoy each other’s company a lot more.”

“But why would I want to waste my rest day on my mortal enemy?” Minho asks, eyes opened wide in an expression of mock horror and derision.

Newt just grins. “I suppose you’d have to wait and find out. Honestly, I swear the two of you could actually be good friends.”

Minho presses his lips together. “Yeah, just like me and Gally. I’m sure we’ll be best buds sometime soon.”

Newt laughs and mercifully drops the subject. Neither of them want to complain for a while, anyway, they’ve got a stellar evening planned. The best part of a Greenie day isn’t the arrival of another stumbling, wide-eyed burden to bear, it’s the afterparty. Bonfire Nights are fantastic, they always are. Gally’ll get into a fight with somebody, then one of the Gladers will get so drunk that everyone can tell stories for months afterwards. What’s not to love?

The sun sets soon enough, and the rushing darkness brings a tide of Gladers all gradually headed towards the site of the bonfire. They don’t head there directly, but by chance, swinging in and out of the area until one looks up and finds themselves surrounded by friends. That is how it is in the Glade, Minho supposes, although everyone pretends to be tough as nails they’d follow whoever they needed if would mean they wouldn’t feel so alone.

That’s a dark enough thought, though, so Minho pushes it to the back of his head along with the rest of the restless worries that tend to creep over him once dusk falls. Tonight is for fun. He can stress later.

Minho catches up with the rest as everyone circles around a stack of logs dragged out by the Builders about an hour or so earlier. He arms himself with a branch about as long as his arm, lights it on fire, and launches it at the bonfire alongside Newt and Alby. He used to pretend to be a hero when he did this during the first few months of his arrival to the Glade, some warrior or fighter in an ancient war. Anything to disguise the face that he is still relentlessly here, even after everything he’s been through to try and leave it. He’s long since given up pretending.

Minho stumbles upon his friend group soon enough, arranged somewhat on the outskirts of the whole Bonfire Night gathering. They’ve got a good view of Gally’s fighting ring without being within the Keeper’s line of sight, which is perfect for those who wish to watch the matches without actually being dragged into them.

Minho has already helped himself to enough of Gally’s hospitality through his special drinks, so he thinks he’s good without a fight for tonight. There was one time a few months back when he’d been arguing with Gally for a while and Minho had actually bothered to go into the ring and solve a few problems with his fists. That had been a good night.

For now, though, Minho is content to sit back, drink too much, and listen to his friends’ tongues loosen as the hours pass by. The sun set long ago, and he can watch as the golden light of the bonfire slowly swallows all of them whole.

He’s briefly startled when a figure appears out of the gloom and slides into a seat next to him, tossing her head back to enjoy a sudden breeze. Minho narrows his eyes at her.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

He didn’t mean for the question to come off that harshly, but he’s not about to apologize. Just as he said to Newt earlier this afternoon, Minho and Y/N have rarely said anything to each other that wasn’t bitter. They just don’t get along well, that’s all.

Y/N, however, just grins back at him, apparently unbothered by his attitude. “Sitting. I thought it was obvious.”

Minho’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, but why next to me?”

Y/N shrugs, taking a mouthful from an already severely depleted glass of Gally’s brew. “It was an open spot. You may not like me that much, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up a perfectly good place just because you’re pouting at me.”

Minho frowns, raising an accusatory finger in the air. “I am not pouting.”

Judging by the upward slash of Y/N’s smile, though, he may not be right about that.

“Of course not. And I’m not the best looking one here by far.”

Minho almost laughs but manages to keep it to himself just in time. Newt appears to have seen through him anyway, though, the blond boy looks altogether far too proud of himself. Minho glares at him, which just makes Newt’s smile broaden.

As the night wears on, Minho finds himself surprisingly alright with Y/N’s presence. He was preparing himself for all out war, an exchange of insults and vitriol just like every other time they’ve tried not to speak, but for some reason, tonight is different. It’s for the best, too; Minho wouldn’t want Bonfire Night ruined by his supposed enemy when he only gets this kind of celebration once a month.

About an hour or so into the whole affair, Minho is abruptly dragged out of watching the festivities play out when he feels something on his shoulder. He glances over to see Y/N leaning against him, her head tilted against the top of his bicep. Were it any other day, he would have all but shoved her off, but for some reason today he stays stock still so as to not encourage any movement.

Instead, he looks at her, really looks at her for what must be the first time in forever. She is pretty, he hadn’t been lying about that. Perhaps everyone who looks at her must fall in love, perhaps that is why Minho has spent all this time running from this inevitability just like he does all the others. Even the firelight is enamored with her, it traces lines of gold up and down her arms, collecting on the lines of her fingers as they reach for Minho’s.

He feels himself tense up as she takes his hand. Her touch is soft, feather-light, yet it still shakes him to the core. Minho watches as she turns over his hand, gently tracing his palm.

“You have nice hands,” she murmurs under her breath, and Minho has to remind himself that she’s only doing this because she’s drunk and he’s drunk and nothing has to matter at all.

Still, that doesn’t mean he has to pull away. Minho’s hands are tanned from spending all his hours out running in the sun, and hardened from calluses. For a moment, he’s almost embarrassed to have her looking at them. That being said, to leave now or otherwise push her aside seems impossible, so he stays quiet and only feels himself relax when she repeats her intoxicated whisper about how much she likes his hands.

Truth be told, Minho doesn’t know how long he would have stayed there were it not for the voices of his friends interrupting the whole thing. He feels as if a spell has been cast upon him, trapping him in place. He could have remained there the whole night, Y/N’s head still on his shoulder and her hands still wrapped around his.

Frypan’s voice, by contrast, is a rude awakening. “So, what’s all this about? I thought you hated each other.”

Minho jerks his gaze up with a start. “We’re– we don’t–”

Newt cuts him off with a broad grin. “See, what have I been telling you? They’re perfect for each other. It’s adorable.”

Minho glares. “Oh, shut up. If you weren’t drunk as a skunk I’d meet you in Gally’s ring for saying that.”

Frypan snorts. “Deflecting, are we? Just face it, Minho, you can’t pretend you hate her forever.”

Minho rolls his eyes with as much incredulity as he can muster, but that doesn’t mean he moves a millimeter. The boys’ teasing comments fade into the background when he looks over at Y/N, and vanish fully into silence when she meets his gaze and smiles at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a smile he likes so much as that one.

When the night ends, for unfortunately even a night as golden as this one must surely end, Minho finds himself reluctant to stand up. He’s certain that Y/N is asleep by now, and he doesn’t want to wake her up. She just looks so quiet there, so peaceful. Peace is rare around here, so why should Minho be the one to rob her of that bliss?

Carefully, he stands and gathers her up into his arms. He starts the walk back to the hammocks, weaving around people and trees as if he were in a dream. At one point, Newt appears out of the gloom, grinning at Minho as he half disappears in the dark of night.

“What did I tell you? A regular Prince Charming, you are.” Newt says.

Minho makes a face, but when he blinks Newt is gone again, vanishing back into the darkened land and sky. Minho manages to make it to the hammocks and gently lays Y/N down, smoothing a roughspun blanket around her so she doesn’t feel the chill of the wind currently pushing them together.

He spends one last moment there, feeling his drinks weigh him down with all the weight of the world. One of her hands is turned up, as if reaching for him even now. He lets his fingers brush it once before he, too, evaporates into the darkness.

It’s bright outside. Minho doesn’t know how that happened, how he managed to get from Y/N’s hammock to his or even when he fell asleep, but the next thing he knows, it’s morning again. He drags a tired hand over his face. Man, he forgot how his head always pounds the morning after Bonfire Night. He feels like an army of enraged Builders has gone to war against his skull.

Minho pulls himself up. Thankfully, today is his off day, so he won’t have to get up at dawn and try to run after all of this. Instead, he’s greeted by the sight of his friends, who are all beaming at him with the kind of triumph that tells Minho he’s about to be teased relentlessly.

Frypan chuckles as he laces up his shoes. “If it isn’t our favorite romantic. You know, I didn’t know you had that much game.”

Minho blinks for a second, confused, and then remembers everything that had happened the night before. The drinks, the fire, Y/N with her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. Things happen.” He manages.

Newt’s eyes widen. “You’re not going to try and push it off again? You can finally admit that you’re head over bloody heels for the girl?”

“Hey, I never said anything of the sort. I’m just saying that things happened, alright?” Minho says hastily.

Frypan grins. “We’re sure. Go wake up your Sleeping Beauty, I’m sure she’d like to see you.”

Minho waves a hand at them as they dissolve into laughter. Maybe he will go talk to Y/N anyway. He certainly has a few things that have just come to mind, things about feelings that he didn’t know existed until last night.

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rottenstyx · 9 months

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Brenda: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Minho: I sleep with a knife.

Y/N: Both of you are pathetic.

Brenda: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/N: Gally.

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rottenstyx · 9 months

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why is every newt fic under the gally x reader tage like im begging yall to not

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Ch.5 Repatching (Till We're Safe: AU The Maze Runner, Gally x FemReader)

“I have to say, I’m very disappointed in you. If I'd known this silly situation of yours would have affected your work, I would’ve-*sigh*.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it'd be this difficult.”

“I believe you.”

I woke up in the middle of the night, barely being able to hold on to whatever fleeting conversation that was. Was it a memory? It was the voice of another woman. But as quickly as it came, it quickly left, leaving me in tears.

Just as I realized daylight was pouring in, I heard the screeching gateways of the maze open. The dream would have to wait another time, I didn’t want to process whatever fleeting memory that might’ve been, it was entirely too painful to think about.

Breakfast was fine and went by with no trouble, then I got the news broken to me by Alby. Apparently I’d start med-jack work a day earlier than expected. All on Gally’s recommendation.

I started my day with Clint and Jeff, we went around the Glade and set up supplies and repatching Gladers up, tending to some colds and alleviating allergies, which provided a nice distraction, for a while anyway.

I realized I couldn’t help but feel upset, why the hell didn’t he let stay with them another day. Is a day with me too insufferable? Did I do anything wrong? If it was my lack of work, it wouldn’t have been my fault anyway, the prick shank didn’t let me work. And why the hell was I getting upset over this? It’s not like I wasn’t excited to do med-jack work.

While I wrestled with my thoughts, we headed to the Builders. I could hear my biggest source of stress mouthing off already. Something about how they needed to be more careful with handling the support beams amongst other things, who even cared. How the guys haven’t told him off already blew me, if it was me I’d hav-

“Hey Clint, we’re all good today.”

“Hey Gally, my legs kinda shucked up.”

“You’ll live.”

“I can take a quick look at it.”

“Since when are you quick?”

“You know what you are? You’re difficult. You are a very difficult man. Difficult to work with, difficult to talk too-”

“And anybody could say the same about you princess.”

“Stop calling me princess, was being difficult the reason I’m not working with the builders for this last day?”

“You slowed us down yesterday.”

A quiet “not true” chimed from a crowd of builders taking a small water break, and Gally shot them a look.

“Will both of you just shut up and kiss already, shucking hell it’s painful to watch!”

Jeff's irritated statement started an uproar of laughs, gasps and two very embarrassed, bright red faces facing his direction. I quickly finished up the builder I was helping and we left swiftly, and I couldn’t help but smile at Gally telling them to shut up in the distance.

After everyone ate dinner and decided to use downtime to relax, I realized I forgot to put some things away in the med-jack room. I walked in to see Gally struggling to repatch his hand wound from my second day. And I couldn’t help but notice he had some new cuts on his hands too.

“Why didn’t you say anything about the cuts earlier?”

He was startled not realizing I was in there.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up like that.”

“You need help.”

“I’m doing fine, just go relax, it's after hours, what are you even doing here?”

“First of all you’re in MY area and I came because I forgot to put some things away. Just let me redo it.”

Finally admitting defeat, he sat on one of the chairs and held out his hand. As I started cleaning his wounds, I noticed the many smaller scars he had littered all over his hands. I turned around to reach the aloe and he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry about Jeff earlier.”

Him apologizing was something new and almost uncomfortable.

“It was kind of funny.”

He shot me a confused but incredulous look that for some reason pulled on my heartstrings.

“It was embarrassing.”

“Why? Because somebody told you the truth?”

“What truth would that be?”

“You’re difficult, stubborn, irritating-”

“Watch it greenie. Just remember I went easy on you in the sand pit.”

I found myself starting to enjoy whatever game this was, sure he was still the bane of the Glade but of course someone has to tell him.

“So I’m not wrong?”

“*scoff* You think you’re any better? You’re stubborn, overconfident, dramatic and shucking irritating ”

“Please I’m a damn joy to be around, and you know it too.”

“Yeah Joffrey sure thinks so for some reason.”

He stood up from his chair as I rewrapped the new bandage on his hand, I didn’t notice how much closer we had gotten.

“Are you jealous?”

“Watch it.”

There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite determine but for some reason I wanted to keep poking at it.

I think it was time to admit a growing problem, and it was getting impossible to ignore, while I had come to despise Gally, he was so fucking attractive. There was no way any of us had room for whatever this was going to lead up to, how could I even think of entertaining this?

And yet, these small interactions with Gally are sometimes the only things on my mind. I loved and hated it at the same time.

I should’ve stopped here but shucking hell, that look of frustration fills my heart.

“Why?”

And in a soft but frustrated tone,

“You know why.”

I didn't know how to respond, and in just the nick of time, I had finished repatching his wound. The smart part of me kept suggesting I end whatever this was, and yet another more louder part wanted to know more. But as Gally walked away he said,

“You shouldn’t come by the Builders for a while.”

No, I couldn’t do that.

“I’m sorr-”

“Don’t be.”

He walked away and I went back to whatever I needed to do originally, for some reason my mind was emptier than I thought possible.

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I honestly think no one has ever written gally that well before I'm completely in love with what I have read until now from this story can't wait to see what's gonna happen next

Ch.4 Foundations? (Till We're Safe: AU The Maze Runner, Gally X FemReader)

After a Greenies first 2 weeks, they get chosen for whatever job they were best at during the rotation. However my 2 weeks aren't done till 2 more days, this morning Alby decided to keep the “best” for last. The Builders. I think it was pretty apparent that my first job Med-Jack was the job I was going to get chosen for, however to keep up the order you gotta go through all of them.

However after breakfast, I decided to find Gally to just ask what I needed to get started with and I found him talking with Alby near the hammocks, as I walked over, a person who I gratefully forgot about till a week ago and again today, decided to grab my shoulders.

“Hey Greenie.”

“Oh, what’d you need?”

“I can’t say good morning?”

“What’d you need?”

“Alright then, I’ll go straight to it, have dinner with me today. I know the builders aren’t going to be the most pleasant group today, least of all Gally, so what do you say?”

Yeah I didn’t like this guy one bit, and I’d rather stomach Gallys nagging over whatever the hell Joffrey was going on about. Since the first day he’s never sat right with me, thankfully he wasn’t somebody I’d have to interact with much as a med-jack.

“Sorry Joffrey, I think I'm okay.”

“Cmon y/n, what’s your deal with me? I’ve tried to be nice, listen I’ve heard the guys talking, they’re waiting for your routine to set in before anyone tries to “talk” to you, and there's no telling what any of them might do after that, hell even Alby laughed about it, let me help you. ”

I considered his words for a bit, there could’ve been some truth to what he was saying, but I remembered another important detail at this point. He was the only boy in this damned prison or wherever we were, that succeeded in making me uncomfortable beyond measure. I'm grateful I remembered what “red flags” were because Joffrey lit up every single one.

“Listen Joffrey, I don’t know how much clearer I need to make this for you. I don’t want to eat dinner or breakfast with you, and I don’t need your protection.”

“Careful y/n, you wouldn’t-”

“She wouldn't what?”

We both quickly turned to the side to see Gally walking up to us. A soft feeling of ease sat on my shoulders when I realized he was here, but as quickly as it came, I dismissed it.

“Go on Joff, finish it.”

“Just making sure she knows that we all need to get along”

“Yeah I think she got the point. Get to work.”

As he walked away, I wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face. I wondered if there was a 3 strike system for hurting another Glader. I found myself stuck in thought till Gally finally spoke up,

“Are you coming to work or are you gonna waste more time?”

That attitude of his was becoming a really annoying prick in my head.

“Hey, he came up to me and bothered me first, I’ve been trying to tell him to back off since day one! I probably could’ve made it clearer if you hadn’t butt in.”

“Yeah you're welcome now he won’t bother you again.”

“Yeah well if Minho couldn’t get him to shut up, I doubt he’s gonna stop because of you.”

“The hell did Minho tell him?”

“He just told him he was messing it all up on the first night, it’s not like there's anything to mess up, I don’t think anybody should be “trying”.”

“When did I ask?”

I shot him an annoyed look and I watched a smug smile appear on his face. That face of his made it really difficult to stay mad or annoyed at him.

As we walked to the new building, it seemed like they were laying groundwork for a foundation. As the hours passed by, Gally stood beside me helping me. I got the hang of using tools pretty quick, they worked hard and fast, it wasn’t a bad job to have. Despite the jokes and banter, the builders weren’t as dumb as everyone said they were. Airheaded and stubborn? Absolutely, working with Gally for a few hours solidified that. The only bad thing the entire time? Oh, Gally not letting me fucking work. It’d go something like this…

“Watch your hand.”

“I got it.”

“If you didn’t I wouldn’t tell you to watch your hand, you’re gonna smack a finger.”

“Gally I’m using the smallest and lightest mallet you have already, I'd have to use my whole body weight to bruise my hand.”

“Okay fine break your finger then, matter of fact, let me do it.”

“Why would I let you do it?”

“Shucking hell just move, you’re doing it wrong anyway.”

If it wasn’t irritating moments like this, it was more. I went to carry some logs and a tool bag. We were getting more supplies for the foundation until…

“Lemme carry that.”

“It’s not that heavy, I'm fine.”

“You're gonna get hurt. Just carry the bag.”

“You might as well be carrying half the shack, just let me do it.”

As he walked around to my other side, he grabbed the logs without asking again, leaving me only a light tool bag.

I hated how good he looked walking away with all of that, and just as that thought came, I shook my head and cursed at myself silently, this was becoming a regular problem.

I decided to think about the other jobs, I pulled in as much weight as I could, and that was fine, if anybody slacked off, that was a problem. But for some reason when I’m here with the builders, they don’t mind. At around the end of the day, my duties were reduced to handing things to them or holding certain things in place, if it wasn’t for the hot sun, I would’ve barely worked a sweat in.

“I didn’t work today Gally.”

“Yeah I know.”

“I got the hang of it at the start, why didn’t you let me do more?”

“You’re gonna be a medjack, so one, there wasn’t much point in you working with us today and second, you can’t really get your hands injured before being med-jack so…”

““So that's what you were talking to Alby about this morning. You know I could’ve been better at this job.”

“Yes and sorry princess, leave the building to me and the rest of these guys.”

“You’re not gonna let up tomorrow either will you?”

“Nope.”

The dinner bell rang and everyone was quickly dismissed. I stayed instead.

“What? Are you waiting for me?”

“Waiting for you, hurry up I wanna eat.”

“Alright Greenie if you wanna work, then help me so I can finish faster.”

It didn’t take us very long and we worked the rest in calm silence. As we walked to dinner I heard him softly say,

“If you want, you can eat with us so he doesn’t bother you again.”

He really didn’t like eye contact, it was either smart remarks in front of others or quiet comments that confused me, even after 2 weeks I still didn’t know what to think about him. Others would’ve said he was brash, blunt, or a straight up shank to the rest of them, there was some truth to it but that wasn’t all he was.

“Thank you.”

I ate my dinner and sat with the builders, who despite me not pulling enough weight, they welcomed me still. I didn’t say much and instead listened to the chorus of laughter and conversations. Sitting next to Gally brought back that feeling again, the feeling of familiarity and habit, and it almost made me forget where I was.

Once dinner ended and we went our separate ways, I decided to climb up a small tree close to Homestead. I figured maybe I used to like star-gazing. Usually at this time of night, I would’ve found myself trying to remember my life or I would’ve repeated my name in my head till I went to bed.

But this time I found myself thinking of Gally, I wondered who he was, what his parents would’ve looked like, what did he do in his spare time, did he always like building? Did he have a favorite color or a favorite anything? Questions I asked myself, I asked about him.

But of course that was ridiculous, I didn’t know him, I didn’t know any of them. I don’t know where the hell we are or why we’re here. I stayed wrestling with my thoughts for a while until somebody else had the same idea.

“Oh heya y/n, see you found my spot.”

“Oh I'm sorry Newt, I can get down.”

“No it's fine, I like having company anyways.”

We stared at the stars for a bit till he chimed up,

“How’re you holding up?”

“It’s weird, when I'm with people, doing my job, I forget where I am, I feel almost comfortable with certain people. But afterwards the gravity of where we are just sets in and I'm reminded of whatever we could’ve lost out there.”

“Yeah you get used to it after a couple weeks. Wanna know the cool part?”

“Not sure if there's a cool part about it but go on ahead.”

“We come up the Box with no memory and not a bloody clue who any of us are, so we have a clean slate. We can make our lives here for however long they keep us here, take it from somebody who tortured himself for a year about what I could’ve lost out there, we only have each other here.”

I heeded his words and as I thanked him for easing my anxiety, we stared back at the stars. I thought about what he said that night and all I could think about was how I just wanted to go back to work tomorrow and hear Gally complain again.

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GIGGLING NIGHT, BALMY MORNING

Gally x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here

Synopsis: Y/n had the great idea to taste Gally’s drink for the first time and apparently drunken words are sober thoughts

Warning/content: alcohol, being drunk, just one little mention of creepy dude, fluff, my English

a.n.: 2.1 words- gally has my heart edit: i'm sorry if anyone read it and it didn't make any sense, i kept it in my drafts and after correcting an error the first paragraph has been deleted, then the second one when i correct another error from the draft on tumblr, i also saw that a paragrah duplicated so i'm sorry if something like that happen again (??? why? my tumblr drafts are buggy)

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“Hey!” Y/n yelped as a hand took her drink, she turned and found Gally next to her, holding her jar with raised eyebrows “How much have you drank?” he asked with a small smirk. A pout immediately formed on Y/n’s face “You weren’t supposed to be fighting?” she crossed her arms.

Tonight, like every day a greenie came, was a bonfire night. Y/n loved these. She hated them first, when she didn’t know anyone it was complicated, when she was the only girl and the boys were full of alcohol and testosterone it was scary. But she quickly got along with some of the Gladers and bonfires became the only nights where she could be herself and just laugh without thinking of anything.

But what she loved the most during those nights was to watch Gally fight. Sure it was cliché, two boys fighting because they’re bored and to occasionally prove who’s stronger. But Gally was her friend, whom she had a massive crush on, and it was making her feel safe to know that he could defend her. And the bonus was during the hot summer nights when he would take off his shirt.

The other thing is that she had never drank during a bonfire before. She wanted to stay sober so she could run away from the creepy dudes easily and the piss color of the beverage didn’t encourage her to try it. Whatsoever tonight she drank. She had a long and tiring week, her muscles were all sore and she just wanted to relax.

Gally leaned over a little to be on the same level as her “Yeah. But I saw you drinking and I wanted to join you” Gally during the bonfire was always in a good mood, forgetting about work and pressure for a night. He was smiling and especially with Y/n. He couldn’t help it but she lit his mood even when most of the time he didn’t want to admit it and was in complete denial, ignoring Newt and Frypan’s teasing.

“Well joining me doesn’t mean that you can steal my drink!” Y/n whined and Gally chuckled. He could see that she was tipsy, it was the first time she had drank his beverage and it was very strong for someone who had never drank any alcohol. And it turned out that she was a giggling, bubbly drunk who pouted for nothing.

She tried to get her drink back but Gally was way taller than her and she quickly gave up. Gally laughed at the small frown on her face “Come sit with me you can barely stand up” it was true, she was stumbling and had to lean on a tree to stop herself from falling.

She followed him reluctantly and sat next to him, their backs against a fallen truck after Gally took a jar for himself. “Good night?” he asked as he tilted his head to look at Y/n, he still hadn’t handed back her drink and she had brought her knees to her chest “Yeah,” she said softly.

She let her head fall on his shoulder and Gally stopped breathing for a second. He wasn’t used to physical affection except for the few pats on the back he received from other boys and he had to admit he quite like it. He let himself relax under her touch.

Y/n’s gaze followed his movement as he took a sip of his drink “It really tastes bad” she faked a gag and he chuckled, Y/n could feel his vibrations of laughter “Then why did you take this much?” he asked with a smile. She shrugged “Dunno” she mumbled.

She took his hand that wasn’t holding his jar on her own and played with his fingers “I like your hands” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She spread her hand on his “Look! It’s sooo big compared to mine!”

He laughed “Yeah yeah I see,” he said when she insisted one more time. She lifted her head and furrowed her brows “You’re making fun of me?” she pouted and he rolled his eyes “No.” he smiled.

She bit on her lower lip with squinted eyes, trying to find if he was lying or not before her head fell again on Gally’s shoulder. He lifted his head to find Newt looking at him with a smug smirk on his face, he wiggled his eyebrows, and Gally shook his head feeling his cheeks heating up.

The boys were not used to seeing Gally being affectionate with anyone, he was known to be the tough, strong, tall guy of the Glade but apparently, Y/n had him wrapped around her finger. They were happy for him, especially the builders, he smiled more and was calmer than before. True they found it weird but it’s just that they weren’t used to it.

But as Gally was too focused to fight Newt’s stare he saw the boy’s smile growing even wider and finally felt Y/n moving next to him. He looked down to find the girl sitting on his lap, usually, he would be flustered but not this time, he didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol running through his veins but he liked this confidence that he had.

She placed her hands on Gally’s cheeks to looked into his eyes “You have beautiful eyes” she said with a beam on her lips, she observed every feature of his face, tracing his freckles with her finger with the foolish smile still present.

He enjoyed the feeling of her touch and smiled contently. She leaned back like an artist would do to look at their art “You’re hot” she stated, Gally smirked “Oh yeah?” he asked playing along and she hummed.

Y/n then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hide in the crook of his neck “Tired?” Gally asked and the girl shook her head lightly and he could hear a small ‘no’ coming from her. He chuckled “It means yes,” he told her.

She lifted her head “Nooo” she whined but he could clearly see that she needed to sleep, her eyes almost shut. “C’mon let’s get you to bed” he informed but she didn’t want to go to sleep so she straight up “I’m not tired” she tried her best to keep her eyes open.

She ran a hand through his hair “I like your hair also, I like everything!” she said enthusiastically. She turned as she felt a presence behind her to find Newt and Minho standing in front of them “You’re good lovebirds?” the latter teased expecting Y/n to brush it off.

But her smile only grew bigger “Yeah! I told him he’s pretty,” but a wave of uncertainness came to her and she bobbed her head to look at Gally “Did I tell you?” she asked and he shook his head “You only told me I was hot”. Her eyes widened, ashamed that she didn’t tell him yet “Well you are pretty!”

The three boys chuckled and Minho sent Gally a knowing look that could say ‘Go, boy! Go!’. “Well thank you,” Gally said to Y/n. She turned her head to look at the two other Gladers “Don’t you find him pretty?” she asked them.

They both nodded with grins on their faces “Oh yeah very much” Newt said and Y/n hummed happily not understanding the irony in his voice. She went back to her previous position, hid in Gally’s neck, hugging him.

“Gally is comfortable?” Minho said moving his eyebrows to Y/n, she lifted her head “Yes” and got back to Gally’s neck. The boy rolled his eyes at the Runner “Stop messing with her, she’s drunk” he warned.

Minho huffed “I know but you know what we say” he sat next to the Builder followed by Newt who spoke “Drunken words are sober thoughts” he nudged the boy. “She really finds you hot. Shank.”

Gally looked down at Y/n, she was asleep, curled in his lap, the mouth slightly open soft snores were coming from her. “I have to leave you” he informed the two boys who sent him a look “Not like that” Gally warned.

He carried her bridal style to her hammock and set her down. He was about to leave when he heard her grumbling something “What?” he whispered “Stay” she said opening her arms for him to come.

He looked left and right with a small smile and laid next to her, well he tried to. The hammock was made for one person so Gally fell on her “Ow… I can’t breathe!” she whined. He chuckled and placed her on top of him “Better?” he asked. “You take all the space” she mumbled her face finding the crook of his neck again.

“Are you calling me fat?” she laughed softly, God he loved her laugh so much, it sounded like music to his ears. “Noo! It’s just- you have broad shoulders!” Gally wanted to tease her a bit “And what does it means?” she sighed “It’s- I- You know what never mind” she pouted.

He tried not to laugh but failed “Hey… I get what you were saying” he finally said when he only heard her groaning against his skin. In answer, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders “Cool” she pronounced and drifted off into the bliss of sleep.

He held her tightly, enclosing her with his arms. He kissed her head and shut his eyes before joining her in the arms of Morpheus.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Gally opened his eyes to find Y/n still asleep next to him. He smiled at the sight and resisted the urge of caressing her cheek so he didn’t wake her up. But it seemed like she noticed he was awake and started to move. She finally opened her eyes.

She squinted her eyes, adapting to the light she lifted her hand above her head. “Hello,” he said with a morning voice that created butterflies in Y/n’s stomach “Hi” she hid again in his neck.

“Slept well?” he asked as he rubbed her back and she hummed. She looked back at him, a grin on her face “Any headache?” he said referencing her state last night “Yeah. There’s too much alcohol in your thing” he laughed at her answer “Hey! If you haven’t drank this much maybe you wouldn’t have this headache right now”

She sighed “Pff if you say so” she said with all the bad faith she had. They stayed like this in silence for a few minutes “I like this morning, it’s more relaxing” Gally stated and Y/n hummed in agreement “Yeah- well without the headache”

He chuckled and turned to face her “If every morning could be like this one” he whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear “You’re quite lucky, Gally” his name when it was Y/n who was saying it, it sounded way better. He tilted his head waiting for her to continue “Because I think I really like you”

He smiled “Think?” she smiled even wider “Yeah no. I’m sure,” she told him a hand on his cheek, looking at him lovingly. “You’re quite lucky too. I’m sure I like you too” he cupped her cheek “Cool”

She leaned in, her lips on his. He kissed her back, moving them so he was over her, her arms found his neck keeping him close. She giggled as Gally peppered her face in kisses, she stopped him and looked deeply into his eyes.

He liked this form of proximity. It was new to him and he didn’t think that he could be this confident in telling his feelings. He didn’t think he could be affectionate, maybe because everyone he knew told him he couldn’t be. Well everyone except Y/n. She always brought out the best part of him.

“You know everything I said last night?” he nodded his head “Yes” she kissed the palm of his hand resting on her cheek “I meant everything” Gally captured her lips once again “You really have beautiful eyes” she bit the inside of her bottom lip, her thumb tracing one of Gally’s eyebrows.

“And you still think I’m hot?” his lips turned into a small smirk “Oh yeah. Even more now than I’m sober,” she said back.

After minutes of alternating between kisses and silence to look at the other’s eyes, Gally finally spoke “We should get up” Y/n furrowed her brows “No” she said as she shook her head. He laughed at how stubborn she could be “Yes. I’m a keeper I have to work” he started to get out of the hammock but Y/n stopped him “One, you’re my keeper. And two, a few more minutes are not going to kill anyone, they can wait”

He laid back down and wrapped his arms around her waist. True, they can wait.

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Minho: Just be yourself. Gally: 'Be myself'? Minho, I have one day to win Y/N over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Newt: Couple weeks. Alby: Six months. Thomas: Jury's still out. Gally: See, Minho? Gally: 'Be myself'.What kind of garbage advice is that?

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Y/N: So. I’m in love with Gally.

Newt: Gally?

Frypan: Our Gally?

Y/N: Uhhh, yes? Thoughts…?

Frypan: And prayers, she-bean, holy shit.

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rottenstyx · 9 months

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loved this 🥺

JUST ONE?

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you reject George everyday but he never gets the hint Warnings: none Note: in my head this was going to be way better lol

you internally groaned when you heard your name being called from across the corridor

you turned around and saw George weasley running up to you

he did this every day, it was a routine

"go out with me?" he asked, slightly out of breath

"well good morning to you too, George! no" you smiled sarcastically, turning him down once again, for the upteenth time

"you sure?" he raised his eyebrows

"yep" you nodded

"not even just one?"

"not even just one"

you sat with your friends in the great hall, eating breakfast when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you didn't want to look but you saw your friends giggle and stare in awe

you shifted in your seat to look at him, seeing George standing behind you, a stupid grin on his face as he held out a bouquet of colourful flowers out for you

"will you go out with me?" he asked

you sighed as you shook your head "no thanks"

"alright" he nodded, the smile never leaving his face

you turned back and saw your friends giving you weird looks

"what?" you questioned

"why won't you say yes to him? those flowers were beautiful!" your friend, Faye, whispered

"fine" you huffed, tuning back seeing George walking away

"George!" you yelled out, making him turn back, brushing hair out of his face

he came back to you, is smile widening as you took the flowers

"here you go, Faye, since you like them so much" you said giving them to her

"thanks, George" you looked back at him, letting him know he can leave

"have a good day!" he waved before going away

"don't you feel bad for him? he does this every day and you say no, yet he still has that smile on his face" your other friend, diana commented

"he obviously doesn't like me, guys, he's just doing it to tease me" you rolled your eyes

"tease you for what? do you like him?" Faye wiggled her eyebrows, putting the flowers on her lap

"no, I don't know why he keeps doing it, he can't take the hint" you huffed

George refused to give up, growing up with one of the most popular guys in the school meant he picked up how to ask a girl out

Fred had girls coming in droves just to look at him, while George had to chase to get her to even talk to him

that's one of the reasons he kept asking you out, if he gave up- that would mean he didn't have an excuse to talk to you, to be in your presence.

but the other reason is because he noticed the glanced you would give him, he saw the way you'd blush when he started talking to loudly

he knew there was some sort of feelings there that he held onto, making him believe that you will one day you'd say yes, and that he'd never let you go when you finally say yes

so he walked up to you as you sat in the library

he sat next to you after grabbing a random book

"what are you doing?" you whispered

"reading" he mumbled, focusing on the book

"I didn't know you could read upside down" you chuckled, looking over at his book

his face flushed as he quickly flipped it around

"thanks" he muttered

"so, will you go out with me then?" he smiled, speaking too loudly for madam pince's liking, earning an aggressive hush

"you're going to get us kicked out" you scolded him quietly

"so yes?" he beamed

"no- it's always no" you replied, frowning at his smile growing wider

"ok, enjoy your book then"

you were sat in class next to Faye when you looked over at George, a table away from you, scribbling on his paper, Fred was next to him, his wand out as a piece of paper formed into a bird before it started flying around the room as McGonagall was turned to the board

you shifted in your seat, facing away from George when you noticed him going to look at you

you watched from the corner of your eyes as he leaned over, putting the paper on your desk, next to your arm

you looked down as he sat down properly, turning to McGonagall

hogsmeade this weekend? it said, in messy handwriting

you took your quill and wrote back

no, George

you gave it back to him and noticed Fred looking over too while shaking his head, whispering something in his younger twins ear, making him frown

"just one! then I'll stop"

"when are you going to stop, George? I've never said yes and I never will" you sighed, looking up at him tiredly

his smile slightly faltered before it came back

"I'll stop when I know you mean it" he shrugged

"when I mean what?" you tilted your head

"when you say no" he spoke happily

"I really like you, I have for a long time, Lee told me to go for it and Hermione told me you talk about me sometimes so i just figured that you...yeah." he continued sheepishly

"you're not pranking me?" you questioned, seeming a little shocked

"No" he shook hi head vigorously "no, I would never do that! I promise, I like you, I do!"

you stayed silent, thinking for a moment when he spoke up again

"so do you really mean it? when you say no?" he asked, stepping closer to you

you hated that Hermione told him, you knew she was probably trying to help the poor boy you've rejected countless times but she didn't have to out you like that

"No" you replied softly

"do you want to go out with me then?" he smiled gently

"sure"

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#george weasley

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this is most definitely my favorite story in here. can't wait to see what happens next. so happy the hat chose slytherin can't wait to see how it's gonna turn out. A VULTURE that's so fuckibg cool

A/N: Here ya go, Chapter Eight!!!! As always please remember to read the intros etc. I don’t give permission to republish, copy, or use my work elsewhere.

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Chapter Eight ~ Academic Chess

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A/N: Finally it’s chapter 7 of our Harry Potter/Addams family crossover. Not as long as future parts but sssh we’re getting there. Don’t forget to read your letter and intro!!

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Chapter Seven ~ The Ceremony

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A/N: It's chapter 6!!! Hope you like it. @kpopgirlbtssvt i'd love to know what you think - hope you get better soon :)

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Chapter Six ~ The Hogwarts Express

(Y/N) had been sitting in her lone compartment for hours and hours and hours – well actually, it had only been three and a quarter hours since they had left the station, but it felt much longer with no company – some people had passed by occasionally, but soon ran off, whispering to each other. Jinxy had spent most of his time sleeping or trying to sit on the pages of (Y/N)’s book, and was currently pawing at the compartment door – which was starting to get rather annoying. “Stop it, Jinx, will you?” She said, trying to focus on the words of her book, though her eyes only kept drifting back to the views from her window. But the scratting at the door only continued as the kitten tried to dig his nails into the wooden door, jumping up to the window a few times and nearly tearing off the blind. “I asked you to stop,” (Y/N) repeated, putting her book away and staring determinedly out the window. It went quiet for a moment or two, and just as she started to release a breath of satisfaction, she heard a few more deep scratches and the sliding of the door. Snapping her head to look quickly, she just saw the cat zipping out of a small gap in the door. “Jinx!” She exclaimed in alarm, rushing after him with his cage in hand as fast as she could; she wasn’t going to lose him on the first train ride. “Jinx, come back here right now! This isn’t funny!” She commanded, but the little kitten continued running ahead, looking through open compartments that didn’t seem to interest him and defiantly ignoring her protests. “I’m warning you, Jinxy!” She said, trying very hard not to yell down the train – but she was sure she was already causing enough of a disturbance. As soon as she thought she was catching up, the cat pushed his way into another compartment that had been left open ajar; she really hoped it was empty. Unfortunately though, things never seemed to go just how she wanted. She practically burst into the compartment, surprising two boys who looked to be her age, who were stood up on their seats, trying to keep Jinx away from a rat and a startled looking owl in a cage. Swiftly, (Y/N) scooped the kitten into her arms, trying to keep him from wriggling away, and started her apology. “I’m so sorry,” she said, giving Jinx a scolding glare, “he’s a little excitable today, and he’s never seen an owl before – bats and octopi maybe, but never an owl.” (Y/N) exclaimed, stopping the kitten from swiping at the other boy’s rat.

“It’s alright,” said the first boy, setting the bird cage down next to him near the window.

“Yeah,” said the other, “as long as he doesn’t try to eat Scabbers again,” he grumbled, holding the rat closer to him.

(Y/N) shook her head. “Oh he won’t, I promise.” She wondered how long it was appropriate to stay, had she apologised enough? She certainly hoped so. “Er… I’m (Y/N), by the way – (Y/N) Addams.” She held out her hand for the first boy to shake, which he did.

“Harry Potter,” he introduced, smiling shyly before pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Oh…” (Y/N) uttered in surprise – of course she’d heard of Harry Potter before, he was practically a legend (from what she had heard anyway, through word of mouth, not a whole lot of information made it to the Addams’ correctly). “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Harry.”

“Blimey!” They heard from the red-headed boy on the other seat, who quickly forgot about the piles of sweets on his lap. “So it’s true? You’re an Addams? And you’re a witch?” Word had certainly gotten around much faster than she had anticipated.

(Y/N) nodded timidly, trying to wrestle Jinx back into the bat cage. “Yeah… I got my letter a couple of days after my birthday. A bit of a surprise, to say the least.”

Despite Harry obviously not understanding the significance of her surname, he didn’t seem to think it would be polite to ask. “Well… er… you can stay, if you want.”

“Really?” She asked, after Jinx’ little disturbance she had expected them to want her out of their compartment as soon as she’d got there, not an invitation.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, we don’t mind. Right?” He checked with his friend.

The red-head nodded as (Y/N) went to sit down, moving some of the candies and wrappers off the seat. “I’m Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley.” He held out his hand for her to take, it was slightly sticky, but she did her best to ignore it.

(Y/N) was about to introduce herself in return, but remembered that she already did that. “I… er, nice to meet you.”

“So,” started Ron, rummaging through his sweets, “what house d’you reckon you’ll be in?”

“I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug, it was a question (Y/N) had asked herself (and her family) many times over the last few weeks, “I suppose I’ll be happy wherever I end up.”

“Well,” said Ron as he chewed on a licorice wand, “I reckon I’ll be in Gryffindor, hopefully anyway, that’s where all my family were sorted.” He proudly stated, but there was an underlying nervousness in his eyes.

Time flew by with Ron and Harry, and (Y/N) expected they’d be pulling into the station soon, she’d been to the bathroom to change a little earlier already. The boys were very nice, Ron had been asking lots of questions about her family, fascinated by what were quite mundane things to her; like how she had to practice sword-fighting once a week, or having to upkeep the poison garden, and even how they lived in a muggle town by the sea. He seemed to talk quite a lot, she noticed – not in a bad way, it was quite fun how he bounced through topics and always kept their conversation going. And even though he’d grown more and more confident since their meeting, Harry didn’t seem to have too much to say – much to share.

“So anyway,” Ron started, after he’d finished his fifth tangent, “why is it that the Addamses lost their magic, anyway?”

“Wait, you can lose your magic?” Asked Harry, startled at the prospect.

(Y/N) shook her head, quick to correct the misunderstanding. “No no, you can’t. Well, not really.” This could take some explaining, what was the easy way? “Er… well y’see, some people are born with it, like muggleborns. And some inherit it from their family…” This would be much easier to explain if she hadn’t just wrapped her head around the whole thing just a few weeks ago. “And some people who should inherit it, just don’t. They’re squibs – people from wizard families who haven’t got any magic. And we were all squibs after my great-… or was it my great-great- er, so-many-greats-grandfather. No one really knows why, but then we were sort of… shunned, if you like… by the other purebloods. So we just went on as normal, and just sort of forgot about it…”

Ron nodded along as Harry seemed to understand. “Yeah, they were part of the Sacred Twenty-eight y’know. Well, Sacred Twenty-nine back then. Real big deal, but most of them are right gits anyway. You’re probably better off.”

Well she didn’t know that… she never actually finished reading their family history books – but who could blame her? They were massive!

Soon enough, the train slowed to a stop and people were ushered off, carrying cages with their pets to the baggage. It was dark by now, and cold, but it only made it better to see the stars – you don’t get views like that in the rest of the UK, too much air and light pollution.

“Firs’ years!” Someone shouted through the crowds, holding up a lantern. “Right then, firs’ years, this way please!” They followed the voice through the swarms of students, ducking between everyone, until they made their way to the front where they were greeted by an enormous man. Of course, (Y/N) wasn’t too startled by his size, she had honestly expected stranger from the wizarding world, but Ron seemed completely in awe by the man’s size, jaw dropping as they stared up. “’Ello there, Harry.” Said the man cheerfully, before he lead the group of children away and towards the lake, where there were lots of boats lined up.

The three of them shared a boat, with Harry at the front with a lantern. It was a funny sight really, watching their peers wobbling about or falling in. But of course, that wasn’t the best part – far from it. As the boats pulled themselves along, they were revealed the most spectacular view.

Hogwarts Castle. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before; towers and turrets pierced the night sky, countless windows glowed gold from every wall, great stone walls uplifting it all. It was truly a masterpiece. Better yet, it would be their new home for the next seven years.

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