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mvltisstuff · 11 months

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hi hi

idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are pls could i request an evan buckley where he has a gf/wife and a baby but the 118 doesn’t know, and maybe one day reader/kid is injured and they either turn up at the fire house or the 118 is called to the scene and buck has to come clean about his secret wife/gf and kid?

thank you bestie, i love your writing <3

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evan buckley x reader

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a/n: what tswift album do u guys think the 118 are 🤭 also what happens to yn is inspired by an episode of s19 that i love sm it’s so funny :))

buck knew the second y/n got pregnant that he wasn’t leaving. two years of dating is a short time to have a child, but they loved each other more than anyone. they knew they could give a child a good life, so they went with it.

all three of them moved to la, so buck could work with the LAFD and y/n could get to a higher position at work. their life there was immaculate. their little family was thriving, so buck put a ring on her finger. he didn’t even hesitate to buy the biggest one he saw, because he loved y/n the second he met her, and he emotionally couldn’t wait anymore. the words husband and wife rang in his ears, making him drop a dumbfounded grin.

no one at work knew, he didn’t really know what they thought of him. his team knew he was too fine to not have anyone, so they figured he was just with some girls here and there. the last thing they expected was a child and a fiancé along with it. it never came up in conversation, but buck still didn’t bother. he didn’t want to face any judgement from people that he didn’t already get from his family. the constant scrutiny about his age and his girl was exhausting.

now, neither of them would’ve changed it for the world. buck can’t imagine himself happier or in a life without them. it hurts him to even consider what would happen if y/n and his little boy weren’t there. he always gazed at them playing, sometimes just wanting to observe their brilliance.

buck knew he would have to explain to his team that he’s married, and that doesn’t mean he’s ashamed. he wants the world to know, but he doesn’t want y/n to be hurt by opinions from other people. he didn’t realize how soon he would have to until the alarm rang and until dispatch came through with the address. it was their house. the house where buck and y/n raised their son and the one where either could be hurt. every single scenario waved over buck, making him panic more by the second.

“you good, kid?” bobby asks, taking note of his bouncing knee.

“uh.. yeah! yeah, i’m fine,” he lies. buck hasn’t been with them for more than a year, so they just pass it along, not knowing any better. buck climbs out of the truck, grabbing a few tools before sprinting toward the house. now, the teams more alarmed. what is it about this house is making him act like a maniac?

“y/n?” buck calls out, running around trying to find her.

“kitchen!” she yells out, sounded distressed which only makes buck move even quicker. when he walks in, he immediately notices her leaning over the sink, her hand in the disposal. bobby and the rest of his crew walk in behind him, the four of them standing in the kitchen staring at her. “well?”

“oh-“ bobby moves, starting to gather some more tools out of his bag.

“what the hell happened?”

“i dropped my ring down, and i was trying to make him lunch,” she nods to the baby, sitting on the floor happily, clearly having no idea what’s happening. “i don’t even know why i tried to grab it, like some idiot!”

“hey,” buck says, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “you’ll be fine, y/s/n is fine, yeah?” she looks up at him and nods, brushing her hair with her free hand.

“should we know the kids name too?” chim asks, giving buck a completely bamboozled expression. y/n passes buck the same face as hen walks over to check her hand. buck can’t get around it this time, and he wants them to know for once.

“um, guys,” he starts. “this is my fiancé, y/n and my son.”

“your what?” hen shouts, peeking her head out from behind y/n’s shoulder. she gives hen an awkward smile and buck stands there stiffly, worried about their reaction. everyone looks around at each other in shock that buck has his own family, and they didn’t even know.

“why didn’t you tell us?” bobby wonders.

“because i didn’t know how you’d react! i’ve heard it all from my parents, i didn’t need any more.”

“buck, we would’ve welcomed you no matter what your home life is. we’d love to get to know you and your family despite how it might’ve happened,” hen tells him, kindly. buck is confronted with immediate love, something he’s not to familiar with other than when his shifts end and he’s in y/n’s arms again. he’s surprised to say the least. he expected at lease some judgement, but there was nothing of the sort in the room.

“i’m thrilled you’re all having a nice moment here,” y/n interrupts. “but can we maybe get my hand out of my sink?”

buck and bobby pull the cabinets open and start drilling at the pipes underneath. buck secures the ring in his fingers before beaming up at y/n, showing her that he found it. “i got it!” he replies excitedly. “thank god, i don’t know if i have insurance for this thing. cost me my left leg,” he whispers to bobby. once they fully disconnect the system, hen slowly drags her bloody hand out and wraps it up. she hisses at the contact of the gauze and antiseptics. chimney starts to clean up the rest of the supplies, as hen treats the wound.

“so,” chimney begins. “when’s the wedding?”

“time and place, chim,” hen tells him. “time and place. but, yeah, are we invited?”

“yes,” buck says, obviously. “you’re invited.” he moves over to scoop his baby off the ground, carrying him over to his friends. they all speak to him in their little baby voices, and y/n watches with a shining smile on her face. buck knows he did the right thing, but he wishes he didn’t wait as long. now, he is certain that he has two solid families.

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peachhcs · 1 month

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person A cheering on person B at one of their games wearing their number and person B couldn't be happier

person b is jacob fowler please!!

you, in the stands

jacob fowler x fem!reader

the love is in the air at the conte forum between you and your boyfriend, jacob fowler.

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warnings: probably inaccurate hockey game writing lmao. i know what jacob's hair color is now! thank you middstape i appreciate it LOL

GUYS i'm sorry i haven't posted anything in a hot second. i've been busy with ending school and starting my summer job, but i have more time now, so i'm hoping to get through my inbox, work on my gabe au and will smith au! this was so cutie to write thanks so much for requesting!! :) gif is not mine btw!

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the conte stands were packed with fans wall to wall, bleacher to bleacher. boston v. new hampshire had been the most anticipated game since the eagles played them a few weeks back and the boys were most definitely ready to show the wildcats what else they had up their sleeve. of course you were at the game. you’d never miss one of jacob’s games, so there you were tucked five rows up from the glass where you were far enough away to avoid being too close to someone getting smashed into the glass, but close enough where you still followed everything happening.

your best friend stood beside you after taking the whole day to convince her to come. she was never a huge hockey fan, so dragging her along to games was more of a chore than anything. the two of you sported your eagles gear along with every other person, except yours was special.

you and jacob had only been seeing one another for a couple of months—neither of you wanting to take things too fast, so for the first few games you showed up in a sweatshirt (or jacob’s). this time, however, jacob gifted you his jersey to wear.

your eyes literally grew the size of watermelons when he proposed the idea last night.

“coming to the game tomorrow?” jacob’s voice filtered into the bathroom where you did your nightly routine in front of the mirror.

“of course. is that even a question?” you laughed. whether you and jacob were dating, you’d always be at the hockey games growing up a hockey fan yourself.

your boyfriend’s laugh brought a smile to your lips, “just making sure. i like looking up and seeing you there in the stands every time.”

he was so corny, but you loved it nonetheless. he smiled when you stuck your head out of the bathroom, “you’re adorable. i think i’ll drag y/bsf/n (your best friend’s name) along.”

“i don’t know about that one y/n. remember last time you brought her?” the boy laughed again.

“whatever. i’ll make her come,” you shrugged and disappeared back into the bathroom.

when you came back out your boyfriend spread himself out on the bed with open arms for you to climb into. it was a miracle the two of you even fit on the twin xl together. shutting the light off, you crawled in beside him, snuggling into his side immediately. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as you breathed him in and got comfortable.

“any outfit ideas yet?” jacob asked into the growing silence of his dorm room. he knew you loved planning out your game day outfits and appreciated the numerous options you’d send him.

“mm, i dunno yet. sweatshirt probably.”

jacob hummed as the idea in his mind grew larger and hung on the tip of his tongue to propose it to you, “what about you wear one of my jersey’s?”

your eyes popped open. “one of your jersey’s?” you repeated like you didn’t hear him the first time.

his eyes searched yours in a slight anxious manner, worried you didn’t like his idea. your relationship was still so new, he didn’t want to force you into letting other people know you were his if you weren’t ready.

“yes?” the red head squeaked out.

“i-i yes. i’d love to,” your smile grew wider which sent relief through the boy’s system.

so there you were in your usual spot sporting your boyfriend’s jersey proudly. his last name was etched across your back letting everyone around you know that you were fowler’s girl.

the famous freshmen line—will smith, ryan leonard, and gabe perreault—flew down the ice towards the goal. everyone was on their toes watching the trio work seamlessly together to get the puck across the ice. it was nearly impossible to hear anything, but this was the atmosphere you grew up in. loud and noisy was your thing and ice hockey could never fail to bring a smile to your lips.

jacob told you he loved that about you. he loved seeing how happy you got for him and his team on the ice.

unh came back down the rink with the puck in possession. you watched jacob get himself ready for a block, the boys each shouting incoherent things to one another. the wolverines were tough players, but you weren’t worried. the boys have beaten them each time they played and it wasn’t looking like unh was closing the score anytime soon.

jacob slid down, blocking the puck from entering the goal. the fans, including yourself, jumped up in excitement. “that’s my boyfriend!” you exclaimed excitedly.

whether jacob heard you or not, he looked up at the stands, smiling beneath his mask, seeing you there so happy for him. you blew tiny kisses in his direction which he caught and pressed against his chest before refocusing on the game.

your best friend nudged your shoulder, a knowing smile on her lips. everything was good, really good, when you had your boyfriend’s name across your back and his eyes on you in the stands when he wasn’t playing.

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 2 years

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The Other Sister || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @fireandbloodsource DIVIDERS by @straywords

Summary: In which Elys’ older sister is to be wed to the Rogue Prince Daemon himself, however, the Prince’s gaze finds itself on her, and her only.

P.t 1 P.t 2 P.t 3 P.t 4

A knock at the door interrupted Elys’ chain of thoughts as she looks at Elaena on the bed asleep. Covering her chest through the sheer night gown with her hair, Elys quickly walks to the door.

She slowly opens the door peeking at who was knocking at her door late at night. It was a handmaiden, “Are you lady Elys?” she questioned as Elys stares at her. “Yes?” “The prince wishes for you to see him, my lady”

Taking in her words, Elys looks back at her sisters’ sleeping form on the bed before silently closing the door behind her. The handmaiden led her around the Red Keep before stopping at a door.

She stood there for god knows how long, her hands playing at the side of her dress. “You may go, thank you” She smiles at the women as she nods, walking off.

Slowly inhaling and exhaling, Elys knocks on the door. Almost immediately, the door opened revealing the silver haired man, a grin plastered on his face as he opens the door wider.

Embracing him in a hug, he chuckle’s hearty as his arms wrap around his lover’s waist, a soft kiss planted on her forehead.

“Did I wake you up?” Elys pulls back to look at him, “No, I couldn’t sleep” She sheepishly repljes as he moves them both on his bed. Elys took notice of his very big bed chambers, definitely fitting Daemon’s personality.

“You?” It was her turn to question him, “Sleep did not come to greet me, but the image of you did” He whispers against her ear making her giggle.

“You know Rhaenyra came to speak to me” Elys’ hands occupied with playing with his rings that adorned his fingers. “Did she? What did she say?” Grinning up at him, she looks to the burning fire.

Daemon’s eyes on her side profile. “She said that she would love for me to be her auntie and that you will be more happier with me” Elys whispers the last bit, a saddened look on her face.

Daemon takes her chin in his hands as she looks into his violet eyes. The look of care and admiration that he gave the women made her heart melt. Very different to what others say about him.

“I announce my marriage tomorrow at the celebration-“ Elys quickly places her index finger on his lips to silence him. “I only hope that you make a good decision, one that will make you happy Daemon” She searches his eyes, his face in her small hands.

Without saying anything else, he shoves his face in her chest, her chin resting on his head as she rubs his back. “I will be happy with any decision you make” Elys whispers. That was a lie.

She wished that she could beg on her knees for Daemon to marry her, but she couldn’t. Elys wasn’t in any place to tell him who to marry.

“Avy jorrãelan” He confesses, “Daemon-“ “eman dōrī issare sīr sure hen ñuha feelings Elys” He pleads with his eyes as she breaks into a smile. Elys brings his face closer as she softly kisses his lips. “I love you too Daemon, I have never been so sure either” (i love you) (i have never been so sure of my feelings)

“I must go now, before my sister finds herself alone” Elys frowns as she moves away. Daemon’s hands tug on her dress as she grins, without arguing, he walks her to the door before turning her around and pressing his lips onto hers.

Her eyes widen before melting into the kiss, “Sleep well,” He says against her lips as Elys’ lips tug up in a smile. Turning around, Daemon slaps her ass, the interaction made the women yelp, the man giggled like a childish boy as she huffs playfully as she leave his bedchambers.

“Do not worry, sister” Squeezing Elaena’s shoulders, the younger looks at her through the mirror. Today was the day that Daemon would announce to the court his marriage to Elys’ sister.

“I do not Elys, I worry for the sake of it” Her smile reaches her eyes as Elys reciprocates it, but the smile not reaching her eyes.

Smoothing out her tight figured dress, much different to Elaena’s flowy, innocent one. Elaena screamed pure and innocence while Elys, the opposite.

“My darling daughters, they are ready for you” Their father entered the room as he looked at his two daughters in each others arms. A sadden smile makes it to the man’s face.

“Father-“ “I longed for this day for you Elaena, but as it seems to have come, I can’t help but feel saddened.“ He confesses as he steps closer to the two. Elys and Elaena’a father had always wanted nothing but for the best for them both.

“Do not burden yourself father, I will fulfil my duties you have put the effort into and make you proud. Our house, proud” Elaena embraces the man in a hug, one to which he gladly took.

He reached his hand to Elys as she wraps her arms around her father and sister. She can’t help but cherish this moment for most likely the last time. Once Elaena is named the Lady wife of the King’s younger brother, her duties would fill her day, not sparing her time for them.

Hand in hand, Elys and her sister walk into the throne room where an audience had already formed. The crowds whisper as the two walk up before the steps leading to the Iron throne where King Viserys sat. What a menacing throne it looked.

“Lady Elaena and her sister Lady Elys from House Stark” One of the King’s kings guard calls out, releasing Elys hand from her sister’s, she takes her rightful spot beside her father as Elaena stays at her spot, directly infront of the Iron throne as she faces the audience.

The sound of footsteps could be heard as you held your breath, Daemon came into view. He walks closer towards your sister with an empty face making Elys worried.

Elaena, oblivious to his sour face, deeply curtesies infront of the Prince. “My prince-“ “I have an announcement that I am most joyed to share with you all today” Daemon interrupts Elaena as Elys winces, both saddened and embarrassed for the elder.

Turning around, Daemon looks around the room, “I plan to marry…” He continues, Elys freezes in her spot as Daemon slowly turns to her direction. A sly smirk on his face as Elys’ breathing quickens. No. He wouldn’t.

She subtly shakes her head in fear of his next words. Her eyes glance to her sister who stands there dumbfounded before her eyes followed the Prince’s, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when it lands on Elys.

“The Lady Wlys Stark” He announces before the room broke into murmurs. She felt as if the room started to spin before your father steps forward, “This is most absurd your Grace! Daemon is to marry my eldest, Lady Elaena!” Elys flinches, his shoulder pushing her to the side slightly.

“Daemon, what is the meaning of this?” Viserys stands from his throne, Elys gulps in nervousness, knowing her sister was sending daggers her way, Elys refused to meet her eyes.

“What? You simply wanted me to marry a Stark, I simply choose the other sister, the far more interesting sister if you ask me” He mutters under his breath.

“No, no, No! You can not be seriously considering this Elys!” Elaena finally spoke—more like screamed. “Tell him, tell Prince Daemon that you decline his proposal!” Tears streamed down her face as Elys’ eyes flicker from her left to right eye.

Elys no longer saw her beloved sister, but instead someone full of hatred. “And if I don’t?” She slowly say, “Elys!” Your father sternly spoke beside her as she glances at him, disappointment clearly written on his face.

“Then I’d think of you as dead. Need I remind you sister, that that was my position, I waited my whole life for this and you take it right under me!” She yells in your face as Elys leans backwards at her fury.

“I was meant to fulfil the role of being his Lady Wife! To beae his children!” Her loud voice echoed in the throne room as the others witness the older sister’s fury. Daemon stood there watching the two sisters, his command ready for when something was to happen to his lover.

“Elaena please. Do you honestly think you could fulfil that role sister? Bear his children and put up with him?” Elys spat, Elaena’s mouth opening then closing.

“You seduced him didn’t you? Last night when you left the room.” She whispered, “I knew you were always jealous of me! Jealous that I would marry into royalty and you wouldn’t! You fucking whore!” The loud sound of Elys’ hand making contact with her sister’s cheek bounced through the walls of the room.

Gasps could be heard as Elaena clutched her cheek in shock. “That is enough!” Their father steps in between the two as Elaena lunges towards Slys, but not before Daemon motions for his guards to take ahold of the clearly crazy sister.

“Might I remind you, Lady Elaena, that that is my future wife you are talking about,“ Daemon walks over to Elys, his hand resting on her lower back. Elaena tried breaking free but it was no use to the guard’s iron like grip.

“Is this what you want, brother?” The King looks over at Daemon and Elys, “Truly, I do” He answers, his hand now on her hip pulling her closer to him. “Then if it what you truly desire, then I cannot take that away from you” Viserys nods before walking away, the audience soon to follow.

“One day you will thank me sister” Elys lifts Elaena’s chin before she cocks her head making the younger sigh sigh. “Take her to her room” Elys says to Daemon’s men as they nod and take away Elaena.

Finally being left alone with Daemon, Elys turns around placing her palms on his chest. “I’m happy with your decision” She grins for the first time that day.

“I am too, imagine what life would be like with your sister” He groans, his head resting on her shoulder as she chuckles. “Then don’t imagine, you are marrying the other sister” Elys’ lips tug up in a small smirk.

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once-upon-an-imagine · 1 year

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Bad Liar (Chapter Five) - Fred Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD I have no idea how this turned out! I hope you guys like it though :D

Prompt List

Warnings: Adrian Pucey, I think that’s it xD let me know if I missed anything though

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

Your name: submit What is this?

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Bad Liar

Did all my dreams never mean one thing? Does happiness lie in a diamond ring? Oh, I've been asking Oh, I've been asking for problems, problems, problems

“(Y/N), are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” you were snapped out of your thoughts and looked back to your friend. “Uh- y-yes” you insisted.

“Really? What was I talking about?” Angelina smirked.

“Um… about… the Yule Ball” you tried.

“Lucky guess” she glared at you. “Merlin, could you be more in love with him?” she laughed.

“W-what?” you asked, nervously. How does she know?

“Fred! You can’t stop staring at him” Katie intervened. Right, you’re ‘dating’, so nothing seems out of the ordinary to them. “I think is so sweet” she smiled.

“Yes, you look so much happier with him than you ever did with Cedric” Angelina added.

“Really?” you asked, smiling a little.

“Yes! Fred treats you like you’re the only thing that matters to him” Katie told you.

“That’s not true” you said, feeling your cheeks burn before you felt a small paper ball hit you on the head. You turned to see where it came from and saw Fred smiling at you from the other side of the classroom. Fred looked back at Professor Snape to make sure he wasn’t looking and then he started motioning to you so you would get his message. He pointed at you, then he made a stupid little dance, and then he pointed at himself, mouthing the words: ‘You. Ball. Me.’ You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help to laugh a little and nodded at him. “Yes” you nodded with a big smile that Fred returned before winking at you. “What?” you asked looking back at your friends who had their eyebrows raised at you.

“You were saying?” Katie smirked.

“Shut up!” you insisted, relieved when Professor Snape released the class and you all made your way to the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn’t long before Fred caught up with you and your friends.

“Hi, sweetheart” Fred said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I got this for you” he said, placing two chocolate chip cookies.

“Oi! Those were mine!” you heard the faint voice of Ron not so far from you.

“Thank you, Freddie” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

“What were you ladies talking about?” he asked, holding your hand and you closer to him.

“Nothing-” you started.

“Actually” Angelina interrupted you. “We were talking about how cute you two are” she smirked at you too and you rolled your eyes.

“Why, thanks, Angie” Fried smiled, kissing your forehead and smiling dreamily at you. “I believe so” he stated. “Don’t you, darling?”

“O-of course” you chuckled nervously as you finally reached the room where you had to wait for Professor McGonagall.

“Settle down everyone” Professor McGonagall said walking inside the room. You were standing on one side of the room with Angelina and Katie as the boys stood on the other side of the room. “Now, the Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost… a dance” she stated as groans emerged from the boys’ side and the girls seemed a lot more excited. “Silence” Professor McGonagall continued. “The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons” she warned.

“Try saying that five times faster” George whispered to Fred making the guys laugh.

“Now, to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight” she said looking at the girls.

“Something’s about to burst out of Hilary but I don’t think it’s a swan” Ron whispered to Seamus, and they laughed.

“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance” Professor McGonagall said glaring at Ron. “Mr. Weasley, will you be so kind to join me?”

Ron’s smile fell from his face as Professor McGonagall pulled him up to dance. You saw the faces of Harry, George, and Fred and you were trying really hard to contain your own laugh.

“Now, place your right hand on my waist” she told him.

“W-where?” Ron asked nervously.

“My waist, Mr. Weasley” Professor McGonagall repeated. Ron did as he was told and heard a wolf whistle coming from the crowd that you knew came from Fred. He turned to glare at the exact direction where he knew it came from and saw Harry trying to hide a laugh while the twins smirked at him. “Now, bend your arm. Mr. Filch” she said. Filch put on the record player and the music started. “And… one, two, three… one, two, three…” she repeated dancing around with Ron who was not having the best time of his life. Fred mocked his little brother, dancing with George as he smiled brightly at you, as you tried extremely hard not to laugh. He really loved this girl.

“Promise me you will never let him forget this” Harry leaned down to whisper to the twins.

“Never” they both said at the same time.

“Now, everybody, come together” Professor McGonagall said as she kept on dancing.

“May I have this dance, love?” Fred said, bowing in front of you, and you giggled loudly before taking his hand.

“Of course, Freddie” you said sweetly as you started dancing around the room.

“So…” he said, getting your attention. “I’ve been thinking-”

“Really? Well, that’s a first” you mocked him and he glared at you.

“Do you want to know, or not?”

“Sorry, continue” you smiled.

“Well, since this is the last Hogsmeade, I thought maybe we could… go on a date” he said, hoping you didn’t notice the blush rushing to his cheeks.

“Y-you… you want to go on a date with me?”

“Well, you know, given that… I’m your boyfriend and… we’re going to the Yule Ball and all” he chuckled. “It occurred to me that we never really had a date” he told you as you raised your eyebrow at him. “Fine! Ginny and Hermione asked me about our first date and when they found out we haven’t been in one, Ginny nearly kills me” he admitted.

“Fred, you don’t have to take me out on a date” you giggled.

“I know I don’t have to but, firstly, you deserve it. I mean I would even be a worse boyfriend than Diggory if I don’t take you out on a date” he explained.

“That’s sweet, Freddie” you smiled. “What’s the second motive?”

“Ginny terrifies me and she said she would actually kill me if I don’t” he quickly said.

“Well, I wouldn’t want her to kill my boyfriend and only prospect date for the Yule Ball” you chuckled. “So, I’d love to go on a date with you” you told him, trying as hard as you could to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he smiled brightly at you.

“Great” he said, trying to contain his own excitement. “It’s a date, then” he smiled.

“It’s a date.”

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You stood outside of Gladrags Wizardwear after you and your friends bought the perfect dresses for the Yule Ball. You were nervously waiting for Fred to arrive so the two of you could go on your first official date. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This was Fred. your best friend since you first arrived at Hogwarts. But now, suddenly, everything had changed.

You felt butterflies every time he smiled at you. You felt your cheeks burning when he complimented you or he kissed you. You thought it was probably because your last relationship ended up being a shitshow and Fred was the first person to show you any kind of love. Even a better love than Cedric ever did. So, you decided that today you were going to rationally organize your feelings for Fred. Because you could not be in love with your best friend, right? So the only logical thing to do is to take feelings out of this and just, think about it instead.

“Hey, love” you heard that beautiful voice behind you. Okay, this may be harder than you thought.

“Hi, Freddie” you smiled, turning around and smiling at him.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” he asked, taking off his scarf and placing it around your neck. And here come the stupid butterflies.

“W-well, I was just waiting for you” you told him. “It is chaos in there” you said, waving at the store. “There are a billion girls trying on different dresses, if you went in, you’re never coming out” you told him.

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you” he said, holding your hand and pulling you away. “Wait, where is your bag? Did you not get a dress?”

“I did, but Angelina took it with her” you told him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise and I knew that if I had it with me you would take it out and see it” you smiled.

“That’s not-!” he started. “Okay, yeah, that does sound like me” he laughed.

“So, where are we going?” you questioned, intrigued.

“Well, don’t worry, we are not going to Madam Puddifoot’s because I know you hated your dates there with Diggory” he told you.

“Y-you remember that?”

“Of course, I do” he said as if it was nothing. “So, instead, I thought we could go to Zonko’s, Toms and Scrolls, Honeydukes, and then the Three Broomsticks” he suggested.

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

“Yeah” Fred said, getting nervous all of the sudden. “W-would you rather do something else? I knew I should have asked you, but Hermione said-”

“Fred” you stopped him, kissing his cheek. “That sounds like a great date!” you smiled.

“Yeah?” Fred smiled at you.

“Yeah” you nodded as Fred kissed your forehead.

After visiting all your favorite Hogsmeade spots, you were now sitting in a booth at the Three Broomsticks and Fred brought two butterbeers to the table. Your nerves quickly faded away with Fred. Because this was still Fred. He was still your best friend. And you were now 100% sure that you were in love with him.

“So… all of the sweets are to make you ill?” you asked as Fred explained to you his latest invention with George while the two of you ate your Honeydukes candy. The Skiving Snackbox.

“Yes, not seriously ill, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. They're double-ended, color-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom. That's what we're putting in the adverts, anyway. So far we have Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles” he said, happily.

“Freddie, those sound brilliant!” you said, munching on a Sugar Quill. “You and George are really geniuses, you know that, right?”

“I think you’re probably the only person who’s ever called us that, love” he chuckled, eating another Chocolate Frog.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t be the last” you smiled, sitting closer to him. “Um… Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

You felt your heart beating a bit faster when he smiled at you, with a bit of foam on his upper lip and you cleaned it with your napkin. You wanted to tell him.

“I uh-” you wanted to say that you loved him and that you wanted this to be your first actual date. But instead, something else came out. “I have to go to the bathroom” you chickened out. “I’ll be right back” you smiled nervously, getting out of the booth.

Fred sighed, hoping that he hadn’t made anything weird. He had actually been looking forward to today all week. Well, if he was being honest, longer than that. A lot longer. He thought he might just see where you stood with him after a date and maybe he would get the courage to tell you that he wanted this to be your actual first date. Everything had been perfect so far, and he had been dying to kiss you since he picked you up in front of Gladrags Wizardwear.

“Well, isn’t this sweet?”

Fred was snapped out of his thoughts when a very unpleasant, yet familiar voice sat on the booth in front of him.

“What do you want, Pucey?”

“Relax, Weasel, I come in peace” he said, grabbing one of your Sugar Quills and Fred glared at him. “My bad, Weasley” he corrected with a smirk. “Sorry, force of habit. But, I do come in peace-”

“I seriously doubt that” Fred told him.

“Look, mate, I’m just looking out for you” he said, starting to eat your Sugar Quill.

“You’re looking out for me?” Fred asked with an angry chuckle.

“Yes, mate, I don’t think it’s fair, the way (Y/N)’s using you” he said.

“(Y/N)’s not using me” Fred said defensively.

“Isn’t she? Then why are you pretending to date her?”

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not pretending. We’re in a relationship, no matter how that breaks your… well whatever it is you have instead of a heart” Fred told him.

“Uh-huh. So, that’s why she was Diggory’s treasure in the last task?”

“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“I do, mate. She’s just going to use you until Diggory wants her back and then she’s gonna dump you” Adrian shrugged.

“That’s not true” Fred said, rolling his eyes.

“Isn’t it? Then I guess I’m wrong and the two of you are completely and madly in love” he smirked, taking a bite of the sweet.

“I really don’t get why this is any of your business or why you insist that (Y/N) and I are not dating-”

“You’re not” Adrian added.

“But, I can assure you that we are very happy with each other” Fred told him, starting to feel a bit on edge.

“That’s not what I asked you is it?” Adrian smirked. “See, I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. You have that stupid face whenever she comes near you. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you” he explained. “So, that means that this whole ‘thing’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. “It’s until she gets bored. Dumps you, and runs back to Diggory.”

“Why the fuck would you even care? You need to leave (Y/N) alone-”

“Or what?” he snickered. “This whole ‘jealous boyfriend’ thing is not a very good color on you, Weasley” Adrian sighed.

“Is this because she hates you? Because you would probably be the last person she would date? Because you’re really not helping your case by being here and telling me all this” Fred told him.

“She doesn’t hate me. Trust me” Adrian told him, glaring at him a little.

“I think that out of the two of us, I know her pretty well” Fred said. “And believe me, she does” he smirked.

“How well do you actually know her, Weasley?” Adrian said, returning the smirk. “Because I will admit, if you are at least getting those benefits out of this, I might be just a little bit jealous” he said, noticing Fred’s cheeks and ears turning red.

“Get the fuck out of my table” Fred said, smashing his fist against the table. “I swear, Pucey, if you speak about (Y/N) like that again, I will kill you with my bare hands” he said between clenched teeth. Adrian simply smiled at Fred and stole another one of your Sugar Quills.

“Fine. I’ll leave” he said as if it was nothing. “But when she gets tired of you and runs back to Diggory, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you, Weasel” he said before getting up.

Fred took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you came back. He didn’t want you to see him like this, even if you would probably notice something was wrong like you did whenever he was upset. I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you. He hated to admit it but, Adrian was probably right. Not about the part of you using him, of course, he had agreed to do this with you. But what was going to happen once this whole thing was over? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He wasn't sure if he would be able to just go back to being your friend. But what was he supposed to do? You didn’t love him back. Probably worse than Adrian being right, George was right. All along. He kept saying that this was the worst idea but he still did it. And now, he wasn’t sure how to out. Because he didn’t want to get out. But he knew you would.

“Hey” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts and sitting down next to him again. “Sorry I took so long, there was a line” you lied. You were trying to think of the best way to tell Fred that you were in love with him. But now his mood seemed to have shifted. “Is… everything okay?”

“Yeah” Fred quickly said, clearing his throat. But you could tell he was lying.

“Are you sure? You seem upset-”

“I’m fine, (Y/N)” he insisted. (Y/N). Not ‘love’ as he usually called you. Even more, now that the two of you were dating. You knew he was hiding something. Which was what really worried you. Fred never lied to you. “I’m gonna get something else to drink, okay?” he asked, getting up and walking away before you could respond.

“O-okay” you said, deflated. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to tell him after all.

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“I’m in love with Fred!”

“BLOODY HELL!” George jumped, sitting up on his bed. “What the fuck, (Y/N)? What if I had been naked?”

“I would have been scarred for life! Did you hear what I just said!”

“You can’t just barge in on me like that! What if I was taking a huge dump!”

“Well, you weren’t!”

“But what if I was?”

“Then, gross! Did you fucking hear what I said!”

“Yes, yes. You’re in love with Fred” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry to dump this on you, it’s just… well, everyone else thinks I’m already in love with him, you know? And now I am and I don’t know what to do! I didn’t see this coming!”

“Really? You didn’t think that pretending to date someone, holding hands, hugging, and kissing as much as you two do would make you develop feelings for him?”

“No…” you insisted but George glared at you. “Okay, fine! You were right! You said one of us would end up falling for the other and those feelings would not be reciprocated and IT HAPPENED!” you said, freaking out. “I’m the one! I’m the one who fell for Fred and now I don’t know what to do!”

“(Y/N), calm down. You’re overreacting!” he laughed.

“OVERREACTING?! No! George, I fucked up! We promised we wouldn’t do this! What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be with Fred anymore, but I also don’t want to break up with him because… well, I do want to be with him! But that’s not fair to him! That would be extremely selfish of me so… what do I do now?”

“Well… you could… tell him how you feel?” George suggested.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Or… or, I don’t tell him and then I save myself from embarrassment when he rejects me!” you said, slapping his arm.

“So what is your plan then, to fake date him until he falls in love with you?”

“Do you think that could work?”

“(Y/N), this is ridiculous! Just talk to him and sort this out so you can both admit that you love each other and stop driving me crazy!” he snapped, widening his eyes when he realized what he had just said. He hoped he was wrong, but the look on your face told him that he had just fucked up.

“What did you just say?” you asked nervously.

“Uh... um... n-nothing! I said nothing at all!” he panicked.

“George!”

“I just said that you should tell Fred that you love him-!”

“No, no, no.... the, um, the... love 'each other' part?”

“E-each other? I don’t recall saying anything about each other-”

“Oh, Merlin!” you gasped. “Fred- Fred’s in love with me?”

“Did I- uh? Did I say that? I don’t think I’ve said that!”

“George!”

“Alright, fine! You two are a couple of idiots that are ridiculously in love with each other and are too idiots to notice!”

“W-well, what else did he say? I mean, does he… want to go out with me? R-really? Not this fake thing we’ve been doing?”

“Well, given that he's desperately in love with you, he probably wouldn't mind getting a cup of coffee or something!”

“George, this is serious!”

“Look, if Fred finds out that I told you this, he’s going to kill me!”

“If you don’t tell me what you know, I’ll kill you!” you smiled sweetly at him.

“Fine” he sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“How long has Fred been in love with me?”

“Probably since the day we met you on the Hogwarts Express, but he admitted it to me a few years ago” he said. “You didn’t really notice? You’re the only one he lets call him ‘Freddie’” he said.

“That’s not true, you call him Freddie!”

“Yes, whenever I make fun of you!”

“W-well, why didn’t he ever say anything to me?”

“Why do you think, (Y/N)? For the exact same reason you were just freaking out about him finding out you love him” he explained. “He didn’t want to make things weird between you two” he told you. “That’s also why he kind of distanced himself from you when you were dating Diggory” he said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Oh, Merlin” you said, sitting on one of the desks. “Then… w-why did he agree to pretend to date me? Now I feel horrible” you told him.

“See, this is why I said it was a bad idea. I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want him to get hurt because I knew the more time he would spend with you, the more he would fall for you. I must admit though, you falling in love with him was a plot twist” he smirked.

“Shut up!” you glared at him. “Wait, so… this is a good thing!”

“What is?”

“I love Fred and he loves me so… I just have to talk to him so we can be together… but you know, seriously this time” you told him.

“Really?” he glared at you. “That’s the first thing I told you to do and you yelled at me and you slapped my arm!”

“Well, that was before I knew Fred loved me too!”

“Okay, so… now you know” he smirked. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s a good question! I mean, I’m gonna tell him, but how should I tell him?”

“For Merlin’s sake! Just walk over to him and tell him!”

“What if I do it at the Yule Ball? Don’t you think that would be romantic?”

“Sure, whatever ends this conversation” George said, exasperated.

“George!” you glared at him.

“What do you want me to say?” he laughed.

“Okay, that’s fair” you sighed. “I’ll tell him at the Yule Ball. I’ve decided” you smiled.

“Brilliant” he smiled, trying to be supportive.

“Just, do me a favor?”

“What’s that, love?”

“Don’t tell Fred” you told him.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“George! I promise I will tell him!”

“Okay!”

“I’m not joking, George. You have to pinky promise me!”

“Fine!” he said, sticking out his pinky. “I pinky promise!”

“You know that this is bigger than an unbreakable vow, right?”

“How is this big than an unbreakable vow? If you break an unbreakable vow you die!”

“Yeah, but if you break my pinky promise, I will kill you in a much more painful way than any unbreakable vow ever could” you said staring at him dead in the eyes. “Got it, Weasley?” you asked, glaring at him and George tried to not look as nervous as he actually was.

“G-got it!”

To Be Continued

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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 6?! xD I think this story has two or three chapters tops left, depending on the inspo I have (if you have any suggestions for more, my inbox is always open :D)

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Do You Still Love Me? (3/3): Never Tear Us Apart

Pairing: Shield/BCC/Renee

Summary: Yuta comes home, he wants to fix his family.

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything but the idea; characters (unfortunately) and gifs aren't mine.

Title from the song Never Tear Us Apart by Bishop Briggs

These gifs have really nothing to do with the story, they were just cute af and I feel like we deserve them after being sad lol

(Gifs aren't mine)

"He's going to be so mad at me for this, but I had to do it, he's so unhappy. It's not just Bryan, you guys, apparently a lot has been building up to this. I know he won't say anything, though, because he knows it's nobody's fault. He said that Roman and Seth's schedules have been insane lately, Regal has been locked in his office with managerial duties, and now with you working for AEW, it's like he sees you, but can't talk to you. I'm only saying this because he feels like he's being selfish for being mad."

"Oh, my poor sweet boy." Renee sighs. "I wish he would have said something, we would have tried to work something out."

"Has he said anything about me and Mox, something we can do?"

"Only that he feels bad for making it seem like you aren't enough for him, but he thinks that all he does is whine and cry to you both and that you may be tired of it, of him."

Tears well in Yuta's eyes as he overhears the conversation between Danny, Renee, and Claudio. He wants to be angry at Danny for calling them, but he understands why he did, he knew Yuta wouldn't. He feigns sleep but knows he's been caught when he feels as the bed dips down beside him. Renee's gentle hand pets through his hair and she smiles sweetly at him as she wipes the tears that escape his eyes.

"Hi sweet boy, do you want to come home with me and Claudio, or do you want to stay here with Danny?"

"Nothing will get solved if I don't come home, right?" Yuta whispers.

"It doesn't have to be solved tonight if you're not quite ready yet, baby." She whispers back and he watches her make eye contact with someone over his shoulder. "Claudio and I will tell them that we talked to you and that you're okay, that's all anybody needs to know."

"It's true Tesoro, you can stay here, and nobody will say anything about it." Renee moves over to the side so that Claudio can sit down, but she can stay physically connected to Yuta.

Yuta reaches out and takes Renee's hand, loving her smile when he does. He thinks about what they are offering him and decides that he wants his family whole again, he wants his Dragon back. He takes his hand back momentarily as he pulls himself into a sitting position against the headboard, seeing Danny staring warily at him as if waiting for Yuta to yell.

"Thank you for calling them, Danny, I really appreciate it. Don't look so scared Death." Yuta chuckles softly when Danny smiles and rolls his eyes at him.

"Yeah, yeah, Philly, I just want my room back, I decided to kick you out, so I called Mom and Dad to come get you."

"More like Mom and Daddy, but whatever." Yuta has to hold his stomach with how hard he laughs when Danny chokes and sputters, trying to come up with a comeback.

Claudio and Renee start laughing too, and Yuta feels happier than he has in a while. He sobers slightly when he thinks of the serious conversation to be had when he gets home but keeps his smile. Yuta turns to Renee and Claudio and gets their attention.

"Can I have a moment with Danny before we go? Just a minute, then we'll go home."

"Of course, baby, take as long as you need, we'll wait by the elevator for you, just text us if you change your mind about staying." Claudio kisses him on the forehead and moves off the bed to let Renee kiss him on the cheek, rubbing the lipstick she leaves behind. When the door closes behind them, Yuta wraps his arms tightly around Danny, laughing when he hears him grunt from the impact.

"Thank you, Danny, really, I appreciate it." He pulls away, stepping back.

"You're welcome, Philly, I knew there was a chance you'd be mad, but I had to call them. Like you said, you can't fix anything if you're hiding out here, not that I think you're hiding, of course. I just know that these people make you happy and I want you and them to fix whatever is broken."

"Yeah, I want to fix it too, especially with Bryan, he may be an ass, but he's still my Bry and I miss him."

“Just… look, I know you love him Philly, but make him explain himself, forgive him sure, but not right away. The others being busy is out of their hands for the most part, but whatever he’s doing isn’t okay. So, listen to what he has to say, make him explain himself, and make him earn your forgiveness and trust.” Danny wraps him in a hug again. “Now go, before they think you changed your mind.” Yuta squeezes him once more and let’s go.

“Yeah, I’m sure when I get home, Mox is gonna grab me and not let me go until we have to leave for New York with Claudio. I promise that there’s gonna be a difficult but necessary conversation between Bryan and me. I love him, but I won’t let him treat me like this anymore, I deserve better.”

Yuta meets up with Renee and Claudio at the elevator, hearing the end of whatever phone conversation Renee is having.

"Yeah, here he comes now, we'll be there soon, just be patient for a little longer, okay? I love you too, bye."

"Everything okay, Re?" Yuta asks, taking the hand Claudio offers him, smiling when his lover laces their fingers together and kisses the back of his hand.

"Just Jon checking in with us," she trails off and looks at Claudio.

“What is it? Is Jon okay?” Yuta looks between Renee and Claudio, trying to find a hint of the issue at hand.

“Listen baby, Mox had, what we think was an anxiety attack.” Claudio cuts him off before he can freak out.

“No, Tesoro, it is NOT your fault, Mox got worked up and he was able to be calmed down quickly, it happens, you know that, so it was not your fault. He Is going to tell you the same, after he lets you breathe, of course.” Yuta sighs sadly.

“I’m still sorry it happened. I’d like to check on him for myself though, can we go home? I want my family.” Claudio kisses him deeply.

“Of course, mi amor, let’s go home.”

Yuta notices that it’s past midnight when they get in the car, though he doesn’t know why it surprises him. He sees Renee look back at him again for what seems like the millionth time.

“I’m not cool enough to have teleportation powers, Re, I promise I’m still here.” He chuckles mirthlessly and Renee sighs.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry, I just… none of us realized how busy we were getting and how little time we were spending together. No, don’t tell me it’s not our fault, when this was starting we promised that being on different promotions wouldn’t affect us. We promised that we would make sure there was time for our relationship.”

“Renee, I should have spoken up, I don’t think the busyness would have been so bad if Bryan and I weren’t fighting. I know you feel bad about this but please don’t. Y’all being busy didn’t do this, it was a very small part of the problem that I didn’t speak up about. I’m mad at Bryan and a small part of me is mad at Regal for not stepping in like he told me would, but we all have demanding jobs so being busy is an inevitable thing.” Renee sighs and Yuta leans up to put a hand on her shoulder, smiling at her when she covers his.

“Okay baby, hopefully that will be fixed tonight, but we are going to make sure that we do something about the schedules, or at least make sure we spend some time together at the shows, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, you hear me? I can’t do anything about Seth or Roman’s schedules, but I can make sure we in AEW see each other.” Renee squeezes his hand and rubs her thumb over it.

“Tesoro, I hope you know that no matter what, you can come to me for anything, and I know that Mox would agree. I don’t care if you tell me something every hour, if something is bothering you, please let someone know, capito?”

Yuta agrees and they both leave him to his thoughts for the rest of the drive. He thinks about what he hopes happens tonight and how, if they make up, what happens when they get back to work. Forgiveness and closeness are easy when you’re home and have nothing else to focus on, but will that change at the next Dynamite? He decides he can’t take the worry he still has for Mox and decides to send him a quick message, just to let him know he’s thinking about him.

Me: i love you Moxie 😘

He doesn't have to wait long for a response, like Mox was just staring at his phone waiting for him to text or call, and that makes his heart ache more for what he realizes he put Mox through doing this.

Wild Thing 😡🩸📌: i love you too Pup, can’t wait to see you and give you your present ❤️

Renee snaps him out of his thoughts when she reaches back and grabs his hand, realizing that he must have been rubbing his palm on his pants, the slight burn confirming it.

“Sorry, I must have been deep in thought, thanks Re.”

“I just don’t want you to hurt your hand, baby.” She squeezes his hand briefly and smiles at him, turning back around.

The rest of the drive goes by quickly after that, his thoughts stay quiet as Claudio distracts him with his singing to the radio, and Renee laughing at him. Despite Renee only being in a relationship with The Shield, he knows he truly loves her for her heart and kindness. He knows no matter what happens tonight, his family will survive.

Yuta opens the door to the house that Regal rented for them while they were in Maryland. He had said it was because they wanted to celebrate his birthday in a house if they couldn’t be in their home. Claudio is at his back with his arms wrapped around his stomach like he’s worried Yuta will run if he’s not holding him. Yuta stops when they and Renee get through the doorway, turning his neck and demanding a kiss from his Swiss lover, feeling Claudio relax. He hears Renee talking to someone and Mox appears in front of him, Claudio stepping back for a moment. Mox’s hands cradle Yuta’s face and he can see the residual panic in the former Lunatic’s eyes settle as he realizes Yuta is actually home. He puts his hands over Mox’s and bumps foreheads with him in greeting.

“You’re okay?” Mox whispers.

“I’m okay, Moxie, and I’m home now, not going anywhere.” He feels Mox deflate at that statement and the guilt starts to consume him.

“Hey, no, don’t do that, I can hear your brain screaming.” Mox kisses him deeply, blanking his mind momentarily.

“I love you Mox,” Yuta whispers against Mox’s lips.

“I love you too, Pup. Wanna see your present now?” Mox leans back and grins like a child who’s gotten away with something, Yuta can’t help but smile at him. “Yes please, Moxie.”

Yuta will deny squealing when Mox picks him up and wraps his legs around his waist, taking him into the living room where Regal, Renee, and Bryan are, Claudio close behind. He makes eye contact with Bryan and sees something that looks like sadness and guilt swimming in his eyes, but as he looks around, he sees something that surprises him more.

“Seth? Roman? Wha-How?” Mox allows him to drop down to his feet.

Seth swoops in with a hug of his own, letting Yuta burrow his face into his neck. When Seth feels his tears start, he beckons Roman over to join the hug, making Yuta cry harder when he wraps his arms around them.

“Shh, it’s okay Baby Boy, we’re here. Happy Birthday, alofa.” Roman murmurs into his hair, hand rubbing his back.

“Happy birthday, sweet boy. Decided since you, me, Mox, and Claudio are going to New York, I’d come travel with you, even if we arrive a day early.” Seth whispers in his ear.

They hold Yuta for a few moments longer until he starts to pull away slowly, kissing each of them before stepping away completely. Mox instantly molding himself to Yuta’s back, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. He strokes one of the arms gently as a reminder that he’s not going anywhere. Yuta clears his throat, getting everyone’s attention.

“I just wanted to apologize,” he raises a hand when the protests begin, silently asking for them to let him finish. “Not because I took time for myself, but because I didn’t answer any text messages or calls. I’m sure that freaked you all out and I’m sorry, I should have at least sent a text about where I was and that I was safe. I didn’t think about your side of this and I’m sorry I scared you all. I’m especially sorry that I wasted time with you two, we have so long together, and we lost some of that time because I didn’t check in.” He squeezes Mox’s arm, silently apologizing to him personally.

“Darling, as long as you’re okay now, we are okay. Did you get what you needed in your time away?” Regal asked softly.

“Yes and no, I realized that I can’t run from my problems, but before I get into that, I have a request.”

“Anything Pup, you name it.” Yuta shivers as Mox nuzzles against the back of Yuta’s neck, his breath warm against his skin. He sees everyone else agree with Mox, nodding and smiling at him.

“I just want a family lunch together before we have to part ways again, call it a birthday lunch, whatever you want, I just want all of us together.” He makes sure to make eye contact with Bryan. “All of us. Please?”

Bryan gets up from the couch and makes his way to Yuta. He can feel Mox tense behind him, growling lowly, calming only when Yuta runs a hand over his arm again and puts his other hand out for Bryan. Bryan hesitates for a moment before taking Yuta’s hand, holding onto it gently like if he moves too fast, it’ll go away.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. We’ll have lunch tomorrow for your birthday and spend as much time as we can before you have to leave for New York.” Bryan runs a thumb over the back of Yuta’s hand.

“I-I also want to talk.” Yuta declares lowly. “I want my family back, I want us to be okay again, I want you back, Bry, but we have to talk first and be honest with each other.” Bryan exhales sadly.

“I know sweetheart. Any particular way you want to do this? I’ll do whatever makes you comfortable.” Bryan still isn’t looking him in the eyes but stroking the back of his hand.

“I want Seth and Claudio with us, I-I don’t trust you as much as I did before, Bry, so I want them with us, they know you.” Yuta shushes Mox as he makes a sound of protest. “Shh, Mox, it’s okay, I want you to go with Roman, Regal, and Renee just for a little bit, okay? And after we’re done, we’ll have a puppy pile. Maybe we can get two mattresses and put them on the floor, have one huge bed like at home. Renee would it be okay if I asked you to join us?”

“Of course, baby, I’d love to join the puppy pile.” Renee giggles and Yuta smiles at her.

“Please Mox, only for a little bit, I promise.” Mox sighs, but goes with Roman and Renee, Yuta can see Regal hesitate for a moment. “Please Regal, I-we have some things I’d like to discuss just you and me when we’re done in here. I just need this with Bryan, Seth, and Claudio, please.”

“Of course, Sunshine, find me when you’re ready, I love you.”

“I love you too, old man.” Yuta smiles at him and watches him follow the other three, turning back to Bryan when he’s gone.

Bryan pulls gently on the hand still in his grasp, leading them to the couch. He watches as Seth and Claudio sit in the chairs by the couch, close enough to comfort Yuta if needed, but far enough away that it feels like a personal conversation between him and Bryan. Bryan never lets go of his hand, turning so that he’s facing Yuta on the couch. Yuta clears his throat uncomfortably.

“I just want to know why, Bryan.” He utters softly. “I want to know what changed between you and me. Did I do something to make you ignore me, to make you so mad at me?” He hears himself whimper at the end. “No, no sweetheart, not at all. I-I, it’s hard to explain without sounding like the biggest asshole, or maybe the stupidest one according to Mox and Roman.” Bryan sighs dejectedly. “It’s nothing you did, I swear Yoots.”

“Will you tell me? Please Bryan?” His eyes start to water.

“Yeah sweetheart, you deserve to know.” Bryan exhales again before takes Yuta’s other hand in his, holding both of them. “You didn’t need me anymore. Let me explain baby, just let me talk and I’ll let you say whatever you need to after, I promise.”

Yuta listens as Bryan explains that Yuta learned from Bryan so quickly that he had nothing left to teach him, he was exceeding in everything that Bryan had for him to learn. He told him how proud he was of Yuta, but that Bryan felt that he was only holding Yuta back from time he could be spending with the others in training. The plan was always to have others join and he saw Danny almost stuck in place with the JAS.

“I knew that he could be more if he was with us, Jericho is a good mentor, but he gets caught up in himself and his needs and he forgets those around him. I guess I can’t really say anything though, can I? I was so focused on savinghim, I was letting you drown.” Yuta can’t help but nod and agree with Bryan.

“You just… stopped. You weren’t around anymore and even when you were, we weren’t talking. Why were you so angry at me? Why push me away?” Yuta ducks his head slightly and feels Bryan touch his forehead to Yuta’s gently.

“I got in my head, I got fixated and you suffered for it. I forget that you don’t know much about me from before and that everyone else does, you only really know me from AEW, and that’s my fault. It’s not an excuse, but I get over focused. I don’t even realize I do it until someone knocks me upside the head. I got upset at you for not understanding something that you had no prior knowledge of, and that’s on me, sweetheart. You did absolutely nothing wrong, this is all on me.”

Yuta can feel the tears stream down his face, and he feels the comforting presence of Seth behind him, not intervening or interrupting, just comforting. Bryan releases one of his hands to cup his cheek, swiping a thumb through the tears and kissing his temple gently.

“Let me earn your trust and forgiveness back, I’ll spend the rest of my life doing so if I have to, but please give me a chance to make this right. However long it takes, sweetheart.” Yuta sighs and sees the sadness deepen in Bryan’s eyes, thinking he’s about to be rejected.

“Okay, Bry,” he whispers, seeing Bryan’s eyes light up. “You have a lot of work to do, I just don’t trust you like I did; you broke something between us. I really thought you were falling out of love with me and just didn’t know how to tell me.” He gently places his free hand over Bryan’s mouth to stop him from speaking, Claudio chuckles from his chair quietly. “BUT I’m willing to let you make it up, because I need to learn how to speak up too, we both did things the wrong way here and we both need to work on things. Don’t do this again, Bryan, I couldn’t take it a second time, just be honest with me please.”

“I promise, Yuta, I swear I’ll do better and if I slip someone will yank me back to reality.”

“Don’t worry Tesoro, I’ll put him in the Swing, I think he’ll remember then.”

Yuta laughs loudly; he feels lighter now that they’ve talked. He leans and kisses Bryan deeply, moaning when he wraps his arms around Yuta’s back and pulls him closer. Pulling back, he sags against Seth’s chest, enjoying the closeness and comfort he provides for Yuta.

“I need to talk to Regal; will you all meet us in whatever room Mox set the bed up in?”

“Of course, Tesoro, do you want me or Seth to go with you?” He gets up and walks to Claudio, placing his hands on the back of his neck, Claudio tipping his head to look up at Yuta.

“No, I want to talk to him one on one, but thank you mon cheri.” He nuzzles his nose against Claudio’s and kisses him gently. “I love you, Claudio.” He whispers so it’s for Claudio’s ears only.

“I love you too, Tesoro.” Claudio pecks his lips again, then gently pushes him towards the stairs. “Go to His Lordship and meet us when you both are done.”

Yuta makes his way to the first bedroom upstairs, seeing Regal sitting in a chair, reading a book. He knocks gently on the open door, startling his Englishman slightly.

“Sorry about that, I was hoping we could talk.” He stays at the door, waiting to be invited into the room.

“Yes, of course Sunshine, come in come in.” Regal puts the bookmark in place and sets the book to the side.

Yuta surprises the Lord when he sits on his lap, draping his legs and wrapping his arms around his neck. He puts his face in Regal’s neck, breathing his lover in, and calming himself before the discussion they need to have. He purrs softly when Regal scratches his nails gently up and down Yuta’s back, further relaxing him.

“I’m not mad about the busyness, ya know?” He tells Regal after a few minutes, with his face still in his neck.

“Oh? Do you want to tell me what is troubling you, darling?” Regal pets a hand through Yuta’s hair.

“You and I discussed the Bryan situation after the interview, and you told me that you would help me speak to him like I did with Seth and Claudio. I kept waiting, but you never did anything, even when I set a meeting up. You just got busier, and I understand that, but I lost some trust in you when you didn’t even try to help even though I came directly to you.” Yuta breathes in Regal’s scent deeply to stay calm.

“Oh Petal, I’m so sorry, you did come to me and all I did was faff around, not helping in the slightest. Can you ever forgive me, love?”

Yuta knew he had forgiven him the moment he sat on Regal’s lap, so he just nods, and places kisses up Regal’s neck, making a trail to his lips, kissing him lovingly. He stays in Regal’s lap, reconnecting with his older lover after so much time apart. When they separate, Regal strokes Yuta’s cheek idyllically, kissing him one last time on the forehead before Yuta gets up and holds his hand out.

“Let’s go find the others and join the birthday puppy pile. What do you say Your Lordship?” Regal chuckles and grasps Yuta’s hand.

“Yes, darling, let us go find the others, I’m feeling quite tired after the events of the day.”

Regal and Yuta leave the room to find the rest of their polycule in one of the guest rooms. Yuta claps his hands gleefully when he sees the bed that Mox, Roman, and Renee made up for the night, piled with every blanket, sheet, and pillow they could find. Everyone was already settled in waiting for the two of them. Mox and Roman were in the middle, Seth had Renee cuddled up between him and Roman, Claudio had Bryan between him and Mox, and as Yuta got closer to the bed, Mox grabbed him and laid him right in the middle between him and Roman. Bryan and Claudio made room for Regal between Bryan and Mox as they knew that Mox preferred to sleep next to the older man in sleeping situations like this. As Yuta drifted to sleep with Mox molded to his back and himself buried in Roman’s chest, he felt Renee’s hand grab his and another hand join Mox’s on his hip. For the first time in a while, he felt peacefully content. Tomorrow they would have to separate once more, but Yuta knew nothing in this world could tear his family apart.

Tesoro: treasure Mi amor: my love Capito: understand Alofa: love Mon cheri: my dear/sweetheart

Disclaimer: I've read so many BCC stories that have ideas about why Bryan did what he did and why he's mad at Yuta that it all lives in my head... if these ideas are yours please let me know so I can give you the credit you deserve. I know @blackpoolcombatwriter is one that deserves credit ❤️

Thank you so much for reading! We finally reached the end of the story, Muse Yuta demanded peace haha so here we are! Much love!

A HUGE thank you to @sinderellanightwolf and IperOuranos for y'all's help

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daenqyu · 4 years

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— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake”

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself

but he knows you’re still in your underwear

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight

why are you so pretty?

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him?

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed”

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?”

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised?

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response

which he receives quickly

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a b r a

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen

“thank god you’re awake”

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers

which makes his heart speed up

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now”

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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appreciation - max verstappen & daniel ricciardo

in which you originally plan to go congratulate your two favourite boys but instead they end up showing you just how much they appreciate you

NOT MY GIF

warnings: language, oral (both male and female), masterbating, its a threesome so, also im wine drunk beware, mentions of Pierres dnf (im still hurt)

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You could help but pace around the AlphaTauri garage, nerves killing you from the inside as sharp teeth bit on your nails, waiting impatiently for the next five laps to pass. Sure, you should've been more upset, you were Pierre Gaslys’ PR manager after all - and he certainly didn't have a good sprint race - but your two best friends, your two favorite boys, were currently second and third. You just couldn't contain your excitement.

It felt like you were transferred back to their Redbull days. You knew the media would be going crazy with the fact they’ll make up the front row for the race tomorrow, but you also knew nobody was more proud of them than you.

A yelp of excitement left your lips the minute Daniel crossed the checkered flag, relief immediately filling your body as you realised Pierre was still sat sulking in his motorhome.

You, of course, had your own duties to fulfill before you got to meet up with your friends and helped Pierre struggle through the disappointed questions thrown his way from various journalists and reporters. You had the perfect view of Max and Daniel from where you stood and a smile crept up your lips at the joint interview they were doing. Pride was all you felt for the two boys and you just couldn’t wait to congratulate them.

When you found out they were conversing in Max’s motorhome you deemed it as the perfect opportunity to portray your emotions to them. “Knock knock,” you smiled, opening the door after a few seconds and grinning at the duo standing in front of you.

You beamed up at them and they smiled proudly back down at you. “Congratulations, I’m so proud of you both!” You tackled them into a hug, squeezing their bodies into you as they held onto you tightly.

“Someones happy,” Daniel chuckled in your ear, his deep raspy voice sending goosebumps down your skin.

“Think you might be happier than I am, love,” Max smiled, only pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes. Your grip against them faltered, holding on to each of their biceps while they maintained their strong grip on your body.

“Its cute, isn't it Max?” Daniel questioned, his usual teasing smirk forming on his face again. Never breaking eye contact with you, he looked you up and down, licking his lips teasingly as you regained eye contact.

“The love that she holds for us?” Max mocked, tapping his finger against your cheek in order for you to look at him. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, beads of sweat still tangled within it. You couldn't fight the urge to rake your hands through it. He looked beautiful without his usual cap resting atop his head and you found yourself questioning as to why he even bothered with it in the first place.

“Always showing your appreciation for us, darling, it's heartwarming really,” Daniel admitted, his thumbs beginning to draw circles on your back. You bit your lip in anticipation. You had a strong feeling about where this was going to lead and you had no objections to it in any way whatsoever.

“Think we should show her how much we appreciate her mate?” Max pondered, cocking his head to the side and pulling your lip out of your mouth with his thumb as he waited for Dan's response.

“You've never spoken truer words, Max.”

Almost like they had this exact moment planned, they simultaneously moved towards the couch. Max laid upon it, beckoning for you to join him with a pull of his fingers while Daniel stood happily to the side, his hungry gaze never leaving you as you timidly walked up to the Redbull driver.

“Take a seat, love,” Max smirked, shaking his head lightly when you moved to straddle him and tapping on his face at the confused look you shot his way. “Up here, darling.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you let out a shaky breath before taking a step forwards. “Take off your leggings, love. I think Max wants a taste.”

When you looked over at Daniel he had his suit zipped down, sitting halfway down his body. His muscles were now on full display through his fireproof shirt and of course your eyes were drawn towards them. He took note of your gaze and ran his hand down his body, slowing his movements as he reached his pelvis and reaching underneath his suit to grip his member. “Enjoying the view?” he teased, you could see his hands moving underneath the suit and could only imagine what he was doing.

“Hate to break this moment up but im getting quite impatient here, doll,” Max butted in from his position on the couch, he now had his hands crossed behind his head and was the image of cool, calm and collected - definitely not impatient in the slightest. “Now be a good girl and strip for us.”

You quickly pulled your leggings down your legs, wetness gathering embarrassingly fast at your core as you threw them across the room before positioning your thighs on either side of Max’s head. “You're not going to break me, darling,” he chuckled, reaching up to grab your hips and forcefully pushing you down to sit on his face. A blush creeped up your cheeks at his eagerness and a gasp of delight echoed through the room as he took a swipe between your folds. Max knew what he was doing when it came to women, sure he wasn't adventurous, but that was what Daniel was here for.

You bunched his hair in your fist, lifting your hips up to allow him to stimulate your clit with his thumb. His arm was now wrapped around your thigh, giving him perfect control over your body. He held you down against his face as he sucked and lapped every inch of your core. You quickly glanced behind you, peeking back at Daniel who was already looking at you, his lip caught between his teeth and his cock on full display. He didn't falter his movements when the two of you looked at eachother, instead quickening them and actually laughing when you let out a breathless moan.

Glancing down at Max’s body, you realised he also was pleasuring himself. You would have felt useless if your mind wasn’t only focusing on the euphoric pleasure he was giving you. Your head rolled back on your shoulders as Max rubbed circles on your clit, his tongue never once leaving your core. You began feeling guilty at how tired he must be - that was until you remembered he was a driver for living and had plenty of stamina to outlast your usual hookups.

It was only when you felt a tap against your cheek that your eyes opened again. Now face to face with Daniels throbbing cock, you looked up at him, your eyelashes fluttering innocently as he stared down at you. “Open wide,” he demanded.

You did plan on obliging with his request, but when Max managed to slip a finger inside your drenched core, a moan escaped you. The parting of your lips seemed like the best opportunity for Dan to slip his cock inside. Your eyes widened at the sensation but you enclosed your lips around him without a further thought. Hollowing your cheeks as you flattened your tongue against his prominent vein, you wasted no time in sucking him off. You wanted so desperately to show him how proud you were and judging by the curses he let out, you were succeeding.

You moaned against his dick. Feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, you sped up your movements against him. His hand weaved between your hair, gently pushing you into him, causing you to gag and him to smirk in delight. “Such a pretty girl, isn't she, Max?’

You could feel Max hum from between your legs, the sensation caused your eyes to roll back and once again a moan of your own vibrated across Daniels cock. “Fuck darling, just like that,” Daniel moaned, his own hips bucking forward chasing his own release. You could hear vigorous faps from behind you, Max's muffled hums, your moans of delight and Daniel's praises filled the room and you were sure if anyone happened to walk past they would assume a porno was being filmed.

You could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unravel. Your thighs unintentionally squeezed against Max's head, a slap of disapproval being delivered to them before he continued again.

You looked up at Dan with wide eyes and he nodded sweetly at you. “Going to cum darling?” he grunted, his voice cracking as he seemed to near his own release. You nodded up at him, a string of curse words leaving his lips before you felt him release in your mouth. The feeling of his salty cum washing down your throat spurred on your own orgasm.

A partially loud moan left your lips as pure pleasure washed over you. You lifted your hips up, giving Max space to breath and barely even noticing his own cum sprawled across his abdomen.

“Shit that was fucking great,” he praised, his face dripping with your juices and the most delighted smirk plastered across his face.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating J.D.

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous and @poruchik-logy)

(Sorry about the inactivity lately. With the holidays coming up, I’ve been a bit busy. Plus, I’ve written a post or two on my other blogs which means no post on this one. Anyways, hope you enjoy!)

- You meet J.D. when he transfers to your school. You’re in study hall when you just so happen to look up and make eye contact with the boy while glancing around the room.

- For the rest of the period, you feel like someone's watching you, and lo and behold, every time you sneak a glance his way, his eyes are on you. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking, he just raises an eyebrow at you when you turn and meet his gaze.

- You spot him in the lunchroom later that day and ask your friends about him though they don’t have much information besides his name and where he moved from which they got from one of their teachers forcing him to introduce himself to the class. He was a mystery …and boy were you intrigued.

- You have your first conversation at the local Snappy Snack Shack. You’d just popped in to grab a little junk food, only to find him stalking through the store in his black trench coat. You figured you’d dance around each other until one of you left but before you knew it, he’d sauntered up to you and interjected that you looked familiar.

- Before you knew it, the two of you had introduced yourselves and began a sort of flirtatious conversation. He bought you a slushy and offered you a ride home on his bike which you coyly accepted after a moment of nervous hesitation.

- It was that same night that he returned to your house, rapping at your window and damn near giving you a heart attack. Even though it was terrifying at first, it was also sort of endearing and you soon found yourself joining him outside.

- Now, It’s your choice whether or not you sleep together that night. If you do then consider yourself kissed and claimed from then on. If you don’t, he’ll continue to show up at your house or hang around you at school until he gets what he wants. You.

- You suppose that your first date happened at the Snack Shack so from then on, the two of you were sort of seeing each other. Well, one of his favorite things to do with you is not be at home so the two of you were hanging out in an empty lot.

- The sun went down and you were sitting in the dark, the glow of the moon being the only thing lighting up your date. You were sitting down and he was lingering on his feet somewhere behind him, sorta pacing from what you could hear.

- He knelt down beside you and you turned your head to look at him, only to immediately get pulled into a kiss that all but had you melt into the floor. It was passionate and somewhat rough, exactly what you’d expect from him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

- Well, he most certainly isn’t letting you go after that. I hope you like him babe because you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon.

- This man is fully willing to makeout with you in public. So yeah, there’s a lot of Pda.

- His hands are pretty much on you at all times.

- Pecks on the lips. He loves when you just give him a kiss for no reason at all.

- Rough, passionate kisses. He asserts his dominance by hooking his arms around you and pulling you into a searing kiss until you can’t breathe.

- He definitely calls you “woman” and a ton of other pet names ranging from cute to just plain annoying.

- He never would have imagined a girl like you would actually put up with him for so long …but boy is he thankful you have.

- He’s a little shit and that’s just something you’ll have to live with. He’s blunt, conniving and sarcastic, but he does care about you.

- He pretends like he doesn’t give a shit a lot of the time but he does, more than he cares to admit.

- Surprisingly enough, JD actually really likes cuddling. You’ll usually lay with your legs intertwined and your head resting against his chest while he wraps his arms tight around you.

- Jason's father sort of ignores him, they aren’t very close and certainly not close enough to be sharing affection besides; maybe, a pat on he back or something similar. So he craves attention and affection.

- He yearns for you to touch and love him but he doesn’t know how to tell you that he wants you to suffocate him with your own body. He’ll just try to repeat whatever it is he did to make you touch him or touch you until you do something to him.

- Hugs from behind.

- Husky whispers in your ear. He does it on purpose because he knows what it does to you.

- Motorcycle rides.

- Trying to get him to quit smoking. It never actually works but he; somewhat, tries to cut down on it for your sake. He thinks the fact that you care is sorta amusing.

- Cutting class together.

- Going shooting with him. The beer bottles and porcelain plates kind of shooting, not the Ram and Kurt kind of shooting.

- Dark humor. Although, sometimes you genuinely don’t know if he’s joking or not.

- He can always seem to make you laugh, even if it makes you feel guilty to laugh at some off the stuff he says.

- Hearing an alarming amount of gun and bomb facts.

- Going to Snappys Snack Shack with him.

- Junk food binges.

- He’s kind of a stalker if I’m being honest. He follows you around without you knowing, finds out everything he can about you, etc. You’re sort of like an obsession of his and that can be good or bad depending on the situation and to what extent you know about his feelings.

- He knows practically everything about you, ranging from your birthday to where you are at pretty much any given time.

- He’s not too great at all that lovey dovey shit but he tries. It might take him a little while to get the hang of it but he eventually will.

- Getting him to play the sax for you.

- Having his hand on your thigh whenever he’s driving.

- Making out.

- Hickeys.

- He likes when you wear his clothes, it’s like marking his territory without getting in trouble for making your neck different colors.

- Listening to morbid music.

- Deep existential conversations. What else do you talk about with your girlfriend besides the meaning of life and why society will ultimately cave in and destroy itself in a violent revolt?

- Late night phone calls from him. Be prepared to rush to your landline at three a.m. so that you don’t wake up your parents. You can’t even really be mad at him because he’ll just immediately launch into either a spiel about how he missed you or ask what your opinion on Manchurian candidates are; successfully silencing you in bewilderment.

- Getting random knocks at your window whenever he decides he just has to see you.

- Your parents either love or hate him, there is no inbetween. He’s generally pretty good at playing the role of the upstanding young man who cares a lot about their daughter; that parts real of course, but occasionally a parent will just get a bad vibe from him and his charade; though convincing, just won’t work on them.

- If that’s the case with your parents then you’ll sort of be forced to sneak out if you want to see him, which he’s particularly good at helping you do.

- Getting kept away from his father. He tries to keep your interactions to a minimum, especially if you have a much different personality than to the man.

- Incredibly jealous though he’ll always try to hide just how upset whatever situation you’re in makes him. He makes jokes and “forgets about it” as soon as you join his side, convincingly acting like nothing happened or that he saw nothing wrong with it but staying up the rest of the night wondering what he can do about it.

- Possessive. You’re each others, aren’t you? He’s yours and you’re his. Everybody belongs to someone and the two of you belong to one another.

- Is he protective? What do you think? If you ever complain about a person bothering you, he’ll almost immediately ask if you want him to kill them. You think it’s a joke. It’s not.

- Although it may seem like he does things just for his own benefit, he would genuinely do anything you ask of him. Sometimes he’ll surprise you with the lengths that he goes to make your life easier and happier.

- He’s hot tempered and kind of an asshole so the two of you are; most likely, almost constantly fighting. You’ll usually be yelling at each other or arguing passionately which is a problem because he thinks you’re hot when you’re angry. He’ll usually wind up trying to kiss you which succeeds in making things worse and having you give him the silent treatment/break up.

- He tries his best to give you your space but the instant you want him back, he’s all over you. He usually never actually apologizes but he doesn’t force you to when you’re in the wrong either so you suppose it’s fair.

- I love you’s are few and far between. He doesn’t really want to make himself seem too vulnerable so you only get them on rare occasions.

- The two of you tend to not talk about the future. He wants to be with you forever; which is obvious, and he wants you to be his; which is also obvious. But you don’t know if you’re entirely sure you can handle him. So, you try to just enjoy the time you’re spending together and not think about how things may end.

- You’re either the Bonnie to his Clyde or his blissfully unaware darling. Pick your poison.

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secretive (shane madej x reader)

requested by anon “Could you do a Shane Madej x reader where he thinks the reader is cheating on him with Ryan. Like they whisper things to eachother and stop when Shane enters the room, they text all the time and hang out without Shane a lot. He ends up snapping at the reader about it but it turns out they were actually planning a suprise for him.”

summary shane madej has never been an insecure guy. but when it comes to you, that side can come out to play.

gif cred belongs to @ryanbergara

shane was rarely insecure. he had learned to become proud of who he is, lanky limbs and all. but of course, there was the occasional slip up--especially when it came to you.

when shane first met you, he was smitten. your dorky personality, stunning beauty, and unrelenting kindness drew him into you instantly, and he chased that feeling to the ends of the earth. and now, almost a year and a half into your relationship, he could honestly say that he has never been happier.

but of course, those pesky insecurities come out to play sometimes.

shane had volunteered to do coffee run that morning before filming unsolved. when he came back to the office where he had left you both, he saw you two sitting unbearably close at the desk, talking and smiling and ignoring everyone else in the room setting up for the shoot.

trying his best to brush it off, he entered the office and gave you both a smile. “caffeine time?”

you leaned away from ryan, clapping excitedly. “caffeine time!”

he gave a wide grin at your cheeriness and grabby hands, handing you the order he had memorized on your first date.

you stood up from the desk and giggled, “you can have your seat back. i gotta get back to work.”

“alright, have fun,” shane smiled. you gave him a quick kiss before skipping off to your workplace. after shane settled in his seat with his coffee, he said to ryan as casually as he could, “what were the whispers about?”

ryan gave him an entirely unconvincing confused look. “what whispers?”

“between you and y/n,” shane explained, motioning to the door you had just exited through.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” ryan said, shaking his head at shane. before shane could press any further, you came back into the office.

“sorry,” you giggled. “forgot my phone.” you snatched off of the small table and then pointed to ryan with a serious expression. “text me, bergara.” and then you left, just as quickly as you had come.

ryan looked up from his prepared manila folder to the camera crew, not daring to glance at the unintentionally glaring shane, and spoke, “are we ready to roll?”

“who are you texting?” shane teased when he entered the living room to see you curled up, smiling at your phone.

“just ryan,” you shrugged. that didn’t sit right with shane.

“you two seem awfully close lately,” shane tried to comment nonchalantly. but if he implicated that anything was wrong in his tone, you didn’t notice. you just giggled as your phone buzzed with another text. shane took a sip of his tea with a frown.

after a while of smiling at your phone, you moved over to cuddle with shane as he watched a show on netflix.

you placed a kiss on his cheek as you draped yourself over him. “i love you.”

that did lighten his heart a bit. “i love you, too.”

ryan and shane got lunch together many days of the week. then he would come back to the office, pay you a visit in yours, and get back to work. but today, ryan had a different idea in mind.

“why don’t we eat with y/n today?” the shorter man proposed. that unsettled shane a bit. supernatural beings were nothing to him, but a guy taking invested interest in his girl friend as of late? that rattled him.

shane excused, “she’s usually busy during our lunch.. but we can check.” he shrugged. “no harm in that.” and though his thoughts betrayed his words, he led the way to your office.

you were on the phone when shane peeked in. you waved him in as you spoke, “it’s alright, lea.” you tapped your pencil against your desk as the boys filtered in. “yeah, just send it and we can edit and complete. it’s no problem. just relax and enjoy a day off, girl. of course. see you.” you hung up and gave the boys a smile.

“what was that about?” shane asked, coming closer to your desk to give you a quick kiss.

“was that the girl who hasn’t shown up for the past few days?” ryan asked, taking the seat across from your desk.

“yes,” you groaned. “im trying to be patient with her, she’s using some sick days so i can’t really get on her, but did she have to take off in the middle of this project?” you let out a huff.

shane was slightly bothered that ryan knew more about this than he did. but instead, he asked, “would it comfort you at all if we had lunch with you today? or is this girl taking up your schedule?”

you grasped his hand in yours. “please have lunch with me.” you reached out your hand to ryan, who laughed as he took it. you squeezed both of their hands, though shane’s lips were now tightly pursed. “this morning has been insane.”

“we got you,” ryan nodded with a grin that you returned sweetly. when you looked up at shane, he quickly changed his expression into a grin. he felt his jealousy rising second by second during the entire lunch.

shane had just walked into the breakroom to see you and ryan laughing as you poured yourself a cup of tea. “that’s actually not a bad idea, bergara. where’d you come up with that one?”

“i’ve got so much in this noggin, you don’t even know, l/n,” ryan responded easily, making you laugh again. shane still hadn’t been noticed, but he felt as if his heart was beating so loud that he surely would be.

“but yeah, shane stays late every thursday,” you continued, “so if you came over right after work, we should be able to get it all done and shane wouldn’t even know!”

“im a genius,” ryan praised.

“that you are,” you agreed, holding your cup out. he clinked his water bottle against it and you both turned to the door. shane was long gone.

you had stayed a little bit late that day, and so shane was stuck pacing your shared apartment as he awaited your arrival home, thinking of what to say.

his blood boiled as he thought of the implications of the past couple of weeks. you and ryan were definitely planning something. and with how close you two were lately, it was probably something that shane, your boyfriend, would not care for at all. and if his thoughts were right, then had this happened before? is he only noticing this now? he couldn’t even begin with what he needed to say to you.

you were the most important thing to him. from the moment he met you, he knew he had to be with you. and now that you could be cheating on him with his best friend? his heart was pumping and aching in his chest, and he didn’t know whether to be angry or sad.

when you opened the door, his head immediately shot up. “hey,” you smiled. after you closed the door behind you and took in his frantic state, you asked, “something wrong?”

“we gotta talk,” was all he could manage as he shook his head.

you furrowed your brow as you slipped off your jacket and dropped your bag. “okay..?” you stepped toward him. “what about?”

but your innocence just seemed to frustrate him. “i know about you and ryan.” you stopped in your tracks, but he didn’t dare glance at your reaction to his words. he was worried about what he’d find there. “i heard you guys talking in the breakroom earlier about meeting up when im not home, and how you two always text lately, and you’re always.. touching and..” he took a breath. “i know, y/n.” he finally looked up at you to see your face frozen in what seemed to be shock and concern. you stepped closer to him.

“shane, what?” he stood his ground, arms crossed as you moved in front of him. “shane, no.. no, i love you so much, i would never cheat on you.” you placed your hands on his arms and looked him dead in his eyes. but his expression remained stone.

“why should i believe that?” he spoke lowly.

he wished he hadn’t seen your heart break in your eyes. “shane, ryan and i are your best friends, we wouldn’t dare do that to you. we..” you let out a sigh through your nose and removed your hands from his arms to fish your phone out of your pocket. you unlocked it and handed it to him, revealing the texts between you and ryan.

scrolling up, he found:

boogara, 12:38pm okay, this might be a stupid question..

y/n, 12:42pm i love it already, do tell

boogara, 12:44pm alright do you think it would be at all possible to get balloons custom made as characters from the hotdaga?

y/n, 12:45pm OHMYGOD I LOVE IT WE ABSOLUTELY CAN IM LOOKING INTO IT RN

boogara, 12:46pm shane better appreciate this idea as much as you do when his birthday comes around

y/n, 12:48pm ryan, that man will celebrate harder than he’s ever celebrated before

boogara, 12:49pm he better

shane didn’t know what to make of that as he handed his phone back to you.

“we were planning a surprise party for your birthday,” you sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket. “that’s why we’re so.. secretive.” you twiddled with your hands nervously. “but i guess not anymore.” shane didn’t know what to say. you looked up to him sadly. “you thought i was cheating on you..?”

shane’s heart burned with guilt. softly, he spoke, “i did, yeah.” your frown deepened. “but not because i don’t trust you,” he explained, taking your hand in his. you looked to your hands instead of his desperate eyes for a moment. “but because i just..” you looked up at him, and the words spilled out, “i don’t know, im just always in awe that i get to be with you and... i guess i got scared that maybe you thought i wasn’t good enough for you, because god knows im not.”

“shane,” you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. “you’re perfect for me. ryan is definitely one of my best friends, but he doesn’t hold a candle to the love i have for you.” he offered you a short smile. “i only have eyes for you, dork.”

“im sorry,” he whispered. you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“i am, too,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “will you still act surprised for your birthday..? ryan’s pretty proud of himself.”

“i’d do anything for that little guy,” he sighed, pulling away from you to gaze at your sweet smile. “let’s go watch drunk history.”

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years

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You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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marigold-doms · 3 years

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Hii! Love your stories, really good job🥺💕

I'd really like to request an Ateez oneshot based on the music video of the "Treat You Better" song of Shawn Mendes (if you have ever seen it). I actually am new to tumblr, so idk how this request thing works, I'm really sorry....Soo you can choose just one of the members, otherwise I would like to ask each of them🥺. If I have to be detailed: the plot is like, Y/N is in a really toxic relationship with a bad guy, n the boy/s are Y/N's best friend (or just friend), possibly in love with her, helps her out, with a good ending. Hope this is not too much 😖

Thank u in advance 💕💕🙏🏾

Mika🌻: ahhh hi hi!! thank sm for requesting queen!!! 😘So sorry that I’m getting this out soo late but I hope you like what I did with your request💕It would take me ages to do a one shot for each member so I decided to do a headcannon/reaction to how each member would get you out of this toxic relationship. I hope that’s okay🥺

(the gifs that I used here are so irrelevant to the reaction... oh well😂)

|| Ateez Reacts || to your toxic boyfriend

—hongjoong🌻—

He’s the first to say that he hates him.

Hongjoong right off the bat knows that he doesn’t vibe with him because this man has a really good sense of people and especially knowing that you’re getting involved with that man makes him uneasy.

You could say that his love for you was nothing short of intense and sometimes overbearing.

Of course, you had already decided to date the man so he couldn’t stop you from your inevitable heartbreak.

“You hurt her I swear you won’t be hearing from her anymore because you’ll have to answer to me.”

When he figures out that your boyfriend verbally abuses you, from hearing it across the hall, he’s so quick to find you and snatch you away.

“You have no right in talking to her like that. She deserves more than you.”

You’re crying in his arms with the studio door locked. You wanted out of the relationship and you finally felt confident with hongjoong’s support that you could escape.

He has always been there for you and in a way you’ve always known that he’s been in love with you.

“I need a new start, joongie.” You sniffle into his chest before looking up at him. “You think you could be here for me?”

Hongjoong brushes the hair from your sticky face. “Of course, angel.”

—seonghwa🌻—

Your best friend does not tell you what he really feels about your bf.

His answer to your problems have always been. “if you’re happy with him, it’s your choice to stay or not.”

Seonghwa hated being the one to figure out that your man has been play you this entire time. He regrets telling you to stay if you’re happy—your bf seemed happier in the arms of another.

And his heart completely shatters for you. He wants no part in causing your heart break.

So being the calm and composed man that he is, he confronts your boyfriend.

The man is caught red handed and he has no explanation for himself.

“you better tell y/n,” Seonghwa says, shoving his hands in his pockets to pull out his phone. “Or I might have to give my best friend a little proof photo before she has reason to break up with you.”

“She’s my cousin.”

“I’m sure you don’t grasp your cousin’s ass while making out with her in front of your car.” Seonghwa reveals the picture before shoving it back in his pocket. “You have 5 hours.”

A true king. He finds justice for you.

—yunho🌻—

Yunho’s actually stunned when you tell him who you’re dating. It breaks his heart because he knows the kind of man that your boyfriend is. And it pains him to warn you.

“You don’t know him, Yunho. He’s not like that.”

This makes things rocky between the two of you and a couple months later you’re hit with the realization that he was entirely right. Your man didn’t change and you were completely cornered. You’ve had enough of his hot and cold. Breaking up 5 times in the past few months. Who knows how many girl’s he’s been with during those breaks. You were through being thrown down after being lifted up.

Yunho catches you on accident when you’re crying in the stairwell of the library at night.

‘Y/n!” He rushes to you and automatically hugs you. “What happened?”

Tears are spilling out of your eyes while your mouth is struggling to put out the words. “I was wrong Yunho! I’m so sorry! Im sorry I pushed you away! I’m so sorry!!”

Yunho shhh’s you and he calms you by petting slow strokes over your back like he used to do when you were in high school. “It’ll be okay. You have a choice and I can help you with what ever you decide. Okay love? It’s okay to leave him.”

You nod, already knowing that he’s gonna be there through it all and you couldn’t be more grateful for having Yunho in your life.

—yeosang🌻—

Yeosang is too private to tell you his true feelings and most of the things he says to your are mild roasts, like the savage person he is.

But when it comes to seeing how you’re completely in love with another man, it breaks his heart to even call that guy your boyfriend.

“Is your thing coming today?”

“You talk about him like he’s a disease.” You narrow your eyes at him as you share your ice cream bowl.

“Because he is. Coming when he wants and leaving like he didn’t do any damage.”

You start to feel sad and Yeosang knows he’s said too much.

“Y/n... I’m sorry I—“

“No it’s okay. You aren’t wrong.” You look at your hands but the night begins when your boyfriend walks through the door.

That night you’d had enough. Yeosang wakes up to banging on his door and when he opens it, he’s shocked to see you in front of him with a sad smile on your face.

There are tears in your eyes when you say it to him. “I did it. I broke up with him.”

Yeosang mirrors your smile before letting you into his apartment. “About time, dummy.”

—san🌻—

He’s the most emotional one about this. Super pouty when you are around and you;re so used to him joking about being your boyfriend instead that somehow it’s like water off a ducks back and you kind of disregard his sincerity.

When you get a boyfriend and he realizes that he’s not the man that he’s portraying himself to be to you, he looses his mind seeing him with you.

“Are you sure he makes you happy?” San asks you for the hundredth time.

“Yes San, I’m fine.” You aren’t fine. You thought that the man of your dreams was supposed to put you first not to only call you when he’s horny.

San notices everything and he hates that he sees right through your lies.

One night he’ll just come to your apartment in hopes to talk to you about it but he’s shocked to find you crying on the floor because your toxic boyfriend has yet again left you alone to deal with the aftermath of an unsettled argument.

“That’s it, I’m tired of seeing you do this to yourself!”

San collects you from the ground and helps you into your bed. “I’m calling him.”

You don’t stop him this time because you know that he’s truly there to help you out.

In your time of need, San is there to help you mend yourself and he does his best to make sure that you are happy.

—mingi🌻—

There’s no aggression in this man when he talks to you but with your boyfriend. All offense should be taken.

Mingi wants your toxic boyfriend to know that he doesn’t like him. HE wont reflect that onto you though because mingi thinks that its only fair to treat you like a queen.

Throws him hella attitude when he is alone with him and even flat out asks you why you haven’t just broken up with him yet.

when he catches your bf bring his hand up to hit you, he sees your reaction of flinching and he instantly grabs his wrist.

”You’re out of your goddamn mind to think that I wont do anything about you even thinking that you could lay a finger on her. I never want you around her, ever.”

Mingi is just a loud teddy bear but he will not hesitate to knock out your abusive boyfriend.

“Come on y/n. Let’s find someone who’ll treat you better.”

“You think that you’ll be better?” Your ex questions.

“Better than you could ever try. At least he cares.” You defend mingi.

Mingi’s heart almost melts as he takes you into his car to drive back to his apartment.

—wooyoung🌻—

Is the first to challenge your bf

He always tries to show how superior he is to him.

one because he has the fattest crush on you and he would hate to feel like the guy you fell in love with is better than him.

You might‘ve just over looked a flaw and wooyoung was going to make sure that he figured out what it was

Terribly for you, it was that your bf was sleeping with your roommate when you were out of town.

He didn’t want to just tell you what was going on, he wanted to get revenge for you. Make the guy have a taste of his own medicine.

“You know I told her that you were sleeping around.” Wooyoung leans against the door of your apartment, right in front of your roommate as soon as your bf is about to leave. “That both of you are sleeping together.”

Ofc he hasn’t told you yet... but he wants to see the fear and regret in their eyes.

“Looks like you have a lot of explaining to do later.” He’ll then leave and quickly drive to where you are. Wanting to be there for you when he tells you the truth about your toxic partner.

—jongho🌻—

Jongho is definitely the type to keep his crush on you a huge secret.

its less of a secret when your toxic boyfriend confronts jongho about how he knows about his crush.

To intimidate him—but unfortunately for Your bf—jongho is not easily wavered.

“And what Are you gonna do about it if I am?”

“I’ll just tell her not to talk to you—afterall, she’s in love with me.”

This was when jongho realized that your bf was a manipulative/possessive person. And he wasn’t about to allow this person further into your life.

His plan? Easy. Make your bf so jealous that he ends up getting his poor little heart broken because you couldn’t take that he was being too suffocating.

And who’s there to do damage control and show you how much better of a boyfriend he is when your ex finally leaves your life???

EXACTLY. Plan well thought out and jongho is finna show you what it’s like for a real man to treat you right.

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daisy-day-dreams · 3 years

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Road Trip

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you're having a nice day🤗 Here’s the first of the spin the wheel challenge with out sweet boy EZ.

Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff

Word Count: 588

Pairing: EZ Reyes x reader

*gif not mine*

The view before you was incredible. You stood staring in awe, feeling as if you must be dreaming. You had dreamed of this trip with EZ for years now never believing you would be here so soon or maybe even ever. You were here now together and you couldn’t be happier.

“It’s incredible,” EZ said from beside you. “Somehow it almost seems even bigger than it was the last time I was here.”

One of your first destinations on your cross country road trip together was The Grand Canyon. The last time EZ had been here was after graduation, the last big trip his family had gone on together.

When he got locked up EZ had seen it as his life was over. There was no hope, no future, but there was you, you who was thankfully just as stubborn as him if not even more so. He tried to push you away, to shut you out and make you see there was no hope for him anymore. He wanted you to get as far away from him as possible. He wasn't going to drag you or anyone else around him down with him. How he saw it there was no future for him but there was for you.

Still you would visit him as often as you could not taking no for an answer. It wasn’t long before your visits were all he looked forward to. You would talk about this trip that the two of you would go on once he was out. He didn’t think that the two of you would ever go but it was a nice distraction from his surroundings. It gave him something to look forward to, to dream about. It gave him hope if only for the few fleeting moments he had with you.

“It really is,” you agreed, taking in the view with him. “I can't believe I've never been before.”

The last time EZ was here was special for him. It only felt right that this would be the place he was going to pull out that little ring box that had been burning a hole in his pocket since the very beginning of your trip and propose to you like he had been dreaming of doing since the day you met.

Next thing you knew EZ was down on one knee ring in hand looking up at you, his face full of adoration for you.

“What are you doing?” your voice shook as you began to process the scene before you.

“Y/N, you've been my rock, my light, and my life. I'd be nowhere without you and I don't want to spend another day without you. Will you marry me?”

You were in shock but still managed to utter out the only words you could get out in the moment but it was the only ones really needed. “Yes, of course I'll marry you EZ.”

With the biggest smile on his face he was quick to slip the ring on your finger before pulling you in for a kiss.

Breathless with tears running down both your faces you stayed there, foreheads pressed together neither one of you wanting to part just yet.

“So where to next?” You asked, meeting his eyes breaking the silence.

“As long as I'm with you anywhere is perfect to me.”

“How about Vegas?” EZ pulled back first, giving you the biggest grin as he caught on to what you were saying. “I don't want to spend another moment not being your wife.”

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed 💖 As always if you'd like to be added or removed from a tag list please let me know!

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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating George Weasley

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and George first meet when you’re both attending Hogwarts. Him and Fred are obviously pretty popular so you probably know about him before he knows about you.

- As most couples in school do, you met because you were placed in the same class and wound up sitting pretty close to each other. This class also just so happened to only contain one Weasley in it; something I’m sure happened quite a lot with the trouble the twins always started.

- Since he doesn’t have his twin, he’s a bit more focused on the classroom itself and eager to find himself the oh so important class buddy. While he was sitting at his desk, bored out of his mind, his eyes fell on you for the first time and he immediately perked up. He found his buddy.

- Both of the Weasley twins are quite social; or at least not scared of social interaction, so he has no problem coming up to you and introducing himself. He’s eager to make you his friend and get closer to you, and since he’s funny, sweet, charismatic and much, much more, you’re more than happy to accept his friendship.

- George sort of has a crush on your for a while before he asks you out; which Fred obviously rags on him for. And his crush on you only worsens as time passes and everyone he knows starts to catch on to his affections, hinting at him needing to ask you out.

- You were invited to the burrow at least once and his Mom even gave him a knowing look, telling him he should get a move on and saying “sure you don’t” when he shyly insisted that he didn’t know what she was talking about.

- Although it takes him a bit of time, he does manage to ask you out with little problem.

- George has always been a bit affectionate with you so when he took your hand in both of his and started toying with your fingers as you were doing something, you really didn’t pay it any mind.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to go out sometime, love?”

- You froze for a second, not expecting to hear those words leaving his mouth, and his heart raced as he awaited your response. You looked over at him to see if he was joking or not and gave him a genuine smile as you were met with his sincere face.

“I would love that George.” He smiled and pressed his lips to the back of your hand.

- The two of you have sort of already done everything you could together; in regards to going to places at Hogsmeade and stuff like that, so you really don’t have a very extravagant first date. You both just walk around the more wooded areas of Hogwarts, talking, teasing, and nudging each others shoulders.

- You share your first kiss that same day; he just couldn’t help himself. He was walking backwards in front of you for a while before he stopped, forcing you to stop as well. He took your face in his hands, looking into your eyes for a moment before slowly leaning in, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to.

- Your lips met in a soft, somewhat chaste kiss and you both smiled at each other after pulling away. He kissed your forehead before wrapping his arm around you and continuing your walk.

- And just like that, everything in George’s life seems to fall perfectly into place. You’re his and he couldn’t be happier.

- Lots of Pda. He’ll usually keep his affection sorta innocent when you’re in the public eye, the idea of getting heated when one of his siblings can see is a bit awkward to him and he’s just more of a reserved person in general. The absolute most you’ll get is a makeout at a party, other than that, he’s just tooth achingly sweet.

- He loves giving you affection but he especially loves you giving him affection. He had to share his mother and father with six siblings growing up so having one person; especially one that he loves so much, giving him their undivided and loving attention is like a dream.

- Handholding and hand kisses. He likes taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it before he laces your fingers together.

- Getting pulled into his side whenever you’re standing next to him. He’ll wrap an arm around your waist and keep you close to him, finding comfort in you being all nestled into him.

- Cheek and forehead kisses.

- Having kisses pressed all over your face before he catches your lips in his.

- Sweet and slow kisses. He likes keeping your lips on his for as long as he can. He also likes holding your face in his hands whenever he kisses you, lovingly brushing his thumb against your cheek bone as the two of you pull away.

- You holding his face in your hands? Godlike.

- He loves when you straddle his lap as you’re snogging; nothing beats it in his eyes.

- Sometimes, he’ll lean down and rest both his arms on your shoulder, his chin laying against his forearms/hands and there’s just something about it that never fails to fluster you; at least a little bit. It’s probably the close proximity and the fact that he brushes kisses along the back of your neck absentmindedly.

- Princess, darling, love, etc. He adores giving you pet names. And you giving him them? He didn’t think he could love you more but he stood corrected the first time you called him one.

- He likes spooning as much as the next boy but there’s just something about resting his head on your chest or borderline sleeping on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck that he finds so comforting.

- Waking up next to you is one of the best feelings in the world to him. His eyes slowly opening to see the sunlight streaming on your face, hearing your soft breathing, having those snuggly, soft spoken conversations. He lives for it.

- Him reading to you. It melted his heart the first time you cuddled up to him, asking what he was reading and saying that it sounded nice, admitting happily that you’d like to hear some when he asked if you would.

- George is used to being the one who explains things so if you have a question, he usually has the answer; and he always gives it to you with minimal teasing.

- If you ever give him a gift, just know that it will be worn, displayed or shown off with pride. He’ll always give you a kiss and an adorable thank you, showing it the upmost love as though it’s the best thing he owns.

- He likes to rag on you for it but he secretly loves when you ask him to reach things for you.

- Competitions and bets for kisses.

- Cheering him on at Quidditch games. Its quite funny to see how aggressive your typically sweet and fairly docile boyfriend can be whenever he’s out on the field.

- Showing him different muggle things. He’s a particular fan of Saturday morning cartoons.

- Going to Zonkos. You’re always dragged there whenever you go to Hogsmeade, well, there’s less dragging and more relenting on your part after he gives you puppy dog eyes.

- Going to Madam Puddifoots. He definitely feels a bit out of place but he doesn’t mind too much, he thinks it’s sort of sweet and finds the sight of you in the shop to be quite cute.

- Sneaking around the school using the marauder's map and just his impressive memory of the castles layout. You swear that he must have the entire school memorized.

- Helping him and Fred with pranks.

- Getting to hear all about his new product and prank ideas.

- He’s sorta used to just going along with Fred's plans so he tends to be fine with whatever you want to do. He may teasingly whine and complain but he never really has an issue with any of it.

- Fred third wheeling or going on double dates with you guys, though it isn’t really third wheeling when it’s Fred; he’s just as involved in your relationship as you are.

- Visiting the burrow and writing each other letters during your breaks. Molly absolutely loves you and welcomes you with open arms. She always finds something to invite you to.

- Helping out at the shop once they buy it. The two of you make goo goo eyes at each other from across the store and Fred teasingly pretends to gag whenever he makes eye contact with one of you afterwards.

- He somewhat fusses over you; especially when you’re out in the elements. He’ll pull your jacket collar closer to your neck, put your hat and scarf on for you, etc. He has this cute need to take care of you.

- Fred teasing the two of you; or just George when the two of them are alone. You’re pretty used to it by now but he does occasionally manage to somewhat fluster you.

- Him whispering little comments to you; especially when he’s bored. You’ll have to stifle more than a few laughs during class.

- He’s always able to make you laugh and he absolutely lives for it. It doesn’t matter if your laugh is the ugliest thing in the world, it’s still music to his ears.

- He hates when you worry over him; though he does like the fact that you care about him enough to do so, so he’ll usually try and joke around to make you relax and feel better.

- Assuring him that you don’t mind his holiness. He’ll pretend that it doesn’t bother him but you know that it does so you take special care in reminding him that it doesn’t matter to you.

- George has always sort of felt like the lesser twin so it means a lot to him whenever you reassure him that you only love; and have only ever loved, him. He could have proposed to you right then and there when you first said so.

- He understands you better than anyone else. If you’re going through something, he’s right there with you, comforting you and trying his best to help.

- We’ve got ourselves a jealous boy right here. Since George is a bit insecure, he definitely has a habit of getting jealous over you. He tries to reason with himself that it’s not his place to interrupt or ask you about the guys you’re around but sometimes he just can’t help it.

- He’s definitely a bit overprotective of you, almost in a maternal/paternal way at times. He’ll almost kill himself a dozen times for the sake of a prank but the minute you do something remotely risky, he’s trying to stop you like he’s your parent.

- Whenever anything upsetting or scary happens, he’s the first person to ask if you’re okay. He sticks by your side and watches out for you like his life depends on it.

- George is a lover, not a fighter. The two of you rarely have fights but when you do, they’re more so just arguments that may or may not get a bit heated; depending on the subject matter.

- George has always been good at smoothing things over and understanding other peoples point of views so your arguments never last very long. You rarely ever not resolve an argument before you leave each others sides, unless you really need to leave for something, but when that happens you’re usually over it by the time you reunite again.

- Lots of I love you’s and all kinds of them at that. He’ll say them sincerely, he’ll say them playfully, he’ll jokingly sing them; whatever comes to mind or fits the mood. He just loves to say I love you.

- He may lose an ear but he doesn’t intend on losing you anytime soon. He knew you were the one the moment he laid eyes on you and he never ceases to be amazed by you.

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Jack Bass x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Bass's.

Notes:

I have no idea when this is supposed to be set. Just go with it.

I have two things to say about Jack in this gif, though. 1. Does he not know how to carry a tray. And 2. I love this statement, here. Its like 'Bart's Dead, Chuck. I can barely contain my joy, Chuck. Its taking all my willpower, Chuck, to keep a monotonous expression. Also Chuck I am carrying a tray, do you see this?'

Plot: Bart Bass decides to be his creepy fucking self (Not that Jack is exponentially better in any way but whatever) towards you, Chuck's best friend- but thankfully, Jack accidentally walks in on the scene and gives you a get out of jail free card.

Good old 'lesser of two evils' shit. I love stuff like that.

Warnings: BART BASS being predatory, and a bit of age difference (You and Jack. I'm going by actors ages though so there's only a, like, 11 year age gap between him and Chuck which is not that bad if you ask me). Sexual references.

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Chuck looks from his phone, that's flashing Blairs name, to you and your big, wide eyes and lips mouthing 'Don't you dare', then to his father quietly tapping away on his phone on the couch a few feet away... then back at his phone.

"Charles- " You hiss, prepared to threaten his very existence but he cuts you off first- slipping off the bar stool beside you and heading for the hallway.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Why am I friends with him again!? You think, but stay quiet and hope that Bart doesn't realise that you're back there despite having said hello to you earlier when he came in. You think, if you stay quiet like a mouse, he will forget your existence and keep texting until Chuck gets back- although, who knows how long he and Blair can go on for.

Depends what its about, honestly. If its about revenge or espionage... well, the conversation could last quite some time.

Should I just leave?

The impulse to run away is a strong one, as you sit there with your cheeks heating up and you start to feel nauseated. You never liked Bart Bass, from the moment you met him. Before that, actually. You had heard Chuck talking about him to Nate before you even became friends with them, and none of what you heard was good. And then you did meet him, one day when Chuck invited you over to do a school project. Or 'school project' as he so obnoxiously put it. You really did end up just doing a school project, though. Hence your friendship nowadays. Bart was creepy towards you even then, at 16 with terribly died hair and the wrong eyeshadow.

You've been very careful since then to never be alone with him like this. You would talk to him at parties if you were forced to, say hello to him when Chuck had you at his place and the man walked by, but that is the extent of your communication with the creep. Always, always, someone would be around. Chuck, mostly. But also staff, or Nate, or random fundraiser ladies, or Jack who Chuck the bastard never left alone with all willy-nilly like this, unfortunately, or Lily, or literally anyone else possible on the earth.

You've even hidden away in the men's bathroom, which is disgusting no matter how expensive the restaurant, with Nate before to get away from this man when Chuck once ditched you both at a dinner with him. And that's the story of how you got your first kiss, too, and it was from Nate Archibald. Hell yes.

That's how much this man makes you want to grab your bag and flee.

But you don't. You stay glued to your seat, super still, listening only to the tap-tap-tapping noises that Bart makes and the bump-bump-bump noises your heart is making right into your throbbing ears.

Until it stops.

Not the bump-bump-bumping, oh no. The tapping. And, nightmarishly, it's replaced by a groan and footsteps coming towards your turned back.

"Y/N," As soon as he says your name, his hands fall on your your shoulders and you literally jump under his touch. Shit- Shit- Fuck- what's happening- "I've been meaning to speak with you recently but Chuck- ah. Well you know him. He refused to share with me your telephone number. But I knew you'd turn up here at some point, so not to worry."

"Uh... right." You cant even force yourself to be your normal, cheery, polite self in this position. You just want him to get. off. of. you.

"Did you want a drink?" He asks, in that possibly cheery (But only because its slightly louder then his usual husk level) but mostly still scary voice he uses to convey emotion, letting go of you thankfully and rounding to the other side of the bar. You shake your head, though. He raises his brows, picking out a scotch for himself. "You don't drink? Shocking, seeing as you're friends with my son."

Oh I drink. You think, giving him a shrug. Just not in situations like this one. Also, what must he think of Chuck? Jesus Christ. For sure, your boy likes debauchery but what's wrong with that?

"Well, I like that." Bart pauses before pouring his drink, to appreciate you. "Mature."

Damn it. It makes your skin absolutely crawl.

"So... " You take a deep breath, tucking your hair back behind your ears rather then ruffling it back like you usually would to get it out of your face- lest that be recognised as some kind of extremely subtle form of flirting. God, fear makes you think weird things. "What did you want to discuss?"

"Oh- Just, your future. Where are you going to school? Will you be sticking close to us?"

Us? US? No, I'll be far far away, from you.

You don't really want to tell Bart where you're going to be going to school, because in your fear addled brain you know that that will just lead to 'Which campus?', or 'Where will you be staying?' and you really don't want it to go there.

You're just taking another, shakier deep breath, when the front door of the apartment opens and shuts loudly and set of feet trample down the hallway towards you. Immediately total relief plashes over you and you wipe your face. Oh, thank god.

Jack Bass appears in the doorway to the living room, looking as put-together yet somehow simultaneously still totally relaxed, as always, and forces aa polite smile onto his handsome face. "Brother. Y/N? Its good to see you."

You have no idea. "Good to see you too Jack. Uh- Chuck's in the bathroom."

"Thanks. For that... enlightening, information, Y/N. I needed that." You cheeks flare up in embarrassment, but ultimately you just roll your eyes as Jack flashes you a subtle wink, and turns promptly to his - much, - older brother. "Bart."

The older brother in question looks less then pleased at his baby brothers appearance in his home. Right now. And he possibly isn't thrilled about that little wink, either. Like you two are in on some kind of joke together. "Jack... What are you doing here?"

"Simmer down, bro. Just visiting." Even you know that that excuse is weak, but anything that comes out Jack's own monotonous voice right now is blessed where you're concerned so you certainly don't say anything. Or make any faces, which would be more appropriate. "Y/N, I don't think Bart-man here's too happy about my presence." Hm, no. You'd have to agree with that observation- not that you've looked up at Bart since Jack came in. You wont risk it. Jack glides through the room with the practised grace of a man who's lived 3 quarters of his life in suits and the other, happier quarter in board shorts, and ends up right next to your chair, an arm resting on the bench in front of you.

If you weren't already so nervous about Bart, you would blush about Jack.

"At least tell me you're glad to see me."

You grin, which is less forced then you thought it would be prior to trying it. Damn, he's good. You think, realising he just swepped in here and made you comfortable in less then 50 words. "Always, 'Uncle Jack'."

"Oh," He groans, like it physically pained him to hear you tease him like that. A tiny smirk even slips through his usually emotionless - well, not emotionless. He has one standing colour, that being sly, - stone statue of a face. "'Uncle Jack'- Please, stop. I'm barely a decade older then you."

That's enough to make anything else possible, inappropriate. Unfortunately. "Hey, I said I'm glad to see you." You wink, a bit sly yourself. "Count your blessings."

His grin widens a bit, like the dangerously charming Cheshire cat-type that he is. Genes that Chuck inherited, clearly, if his track record with girls say anything at all, but that Bart obviously missed out on. "You've got a point."

"She's a remarkable young woman." Bart pipes up, making your stomach tie itself up in knots again, and you immediately revert your gaze to your lap. Remarkable young woman... you want to barf. "Who, I was actually having a conversation with before you burst in here, unannounced." He takes a slow sip of his drink, then mutters. "And uninvited."

"Well that's great." Jack straightens up, clapping his hands together and finally showing his teeth in a smile. They're really freaken white, compared to his skin, deeply tanned by the hot Australian sun. "A visit would be kinda uncomfortable without a conversation; I'll join. I can converse with the best of 'em, Bart. I assure you."

"It was private." The old man sneers, thinking that he's got the upper hand on Jack, and all you can do is hope to god that he's wrong.

Jack turns his head back to look at you, and you meet his gaze tentatively. Your eyes scream, 'Please don't leave me alone with that guy'. He promptly looks back to Bart. "Well Bart why don't we ask the lady in the room what she wants? We are gentlemen here aren't we?" Then Jack makes a face, all crumpled up and unsure, for a moment. "Err. Well actually... 'gentleman' might be a bold faced lie. We'll ask anyway. Y/N! Do you mind if I weigh in here?"

"Not at all." You say quickly, flashing a tiny, thankful smile. He gives you another wink- this time actually subtle. So Bart didn't see it. Your smile gets a little bit bigger, relaxing. He's got you.

"Great." You watch him pull out the stool beside you, that Chuck - who has still not returned from his phone call with Blair. You assume some, likely cruel vengeance must be involved. Possibly involving that Humphrey guy, - had vacated and settles down in it. He then sets his arms firmly on the bench and looks up attentively at Bart, not breaking eye contact with him. Boy these Bass's like their stare downs. "So?" He prompts, expectantly. And a little arrogantly- a Bass speciality that you truly don't mind at all. "What's on the agenda, today?"

Bart glares heatedly, back.

Throughout the awkward discussion between the three of you, which your good friend Chuck has yet to return to discover - at this point you're resigned to him having climbed out the window and scaled the building probably, - , Jack constantly, skilfully changes the subject for you whenever Bart rears to close to somewhere uncomfortable. He makes jokes that make you laugh, he nudges you with his elbow at times - but never touches you any more then that, although you honestly wouldn't mind it if he did, - and takes the attention off you a lot. At times you truly thought you saw steam come out of Bart's ears.

When finally Bart gives up and excuses himself, saying he as an early dinner with Lily, you feel exhausted and relieved. After the door swings shut behind him, you cover your face with your hands and deeply sigh.

"So, what was that about? You looked like a trapped mouse. I recognise that look, I invented that look." You pull back slightly from your hands and glance over at him, to see him thoughtful for a moment. "Well, not by making it. By... causing... it... Either way, it was not good." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his own drink - scotch, - that he made Bart pour for him; Raising his eyebrows at you for an explanation over the rim of the glass.

Jack's always been great, like this. Even when he was horrible, he was the lesser of two evils between him and Bart. Good for a laugh and quality eye candy in a pinch- and that counts for a hell of a lot when it comes to surviving Bart Bass and the Upper East Side. And he had the power and pull of an adult, but knew what the hell was going on like one of you.

So he always made you feel at ease.

You ruffle your hair back, and sigh, straightening your back finally from their hunched over position they live in when you're uncomfortable and pushing back your shoulders. "He was just, saying some weird stuff... and Chuck disappeared to talk to Blair." At that, Jack nods in total understanding. Like ah, yeah. Got ya. Finally, you shrug. "He just makes me really uncomfortable. No offence, but I hate your brother."

As you watch Jack's eyes don't even flicker; He's totally on board with what you've said. Then he finishes the rest of his scotch in one gulp. "Ahh- I hate him too."

"As do we all." Chuck's voice suddenly pops up, as he appears in the doorway like Jack had earlier. You have to practice some serious self control so as to not laugh, at Chuck so coincidentally turning up again at the perfect moment to proclaim his hatred for his father. Jack grins back at Chuck coldly, nodding. Yeah. "Anyway, Y/N, I apologise but I'll be having to abandon you. Blair's waiting for me at her, empty, apartment." He pauses for a moment for dramatic effect, in perfect Chuck Bass fashion, and you roll your eyes, grinning. Jack smirks. "But you're welcome to stick around a while and help yourself to the amenities All on my tab, of course. Good to see you again, Jack." Then he pockets his phone and heads toward the door. The second Bass of the day leaves the building.

"Bye, nephew!" Jack waives as the elevator doors close behind Chuck then swiftly turns around back to you, to which you raise your eyebrows. "So, what do we do now?"

"I dunno." Shrugging you grin and turn your stool to angle your legs towards Jack. "When Chuck says those magical words 'All on my tab'," Those words, oh; You speak them with just as much raw, breathy sexual arousal as the man himself would. As the words demand. 'All on my tab'. Good lord, sex if they were words. "I tend to take advantage."

"An easy girl to please; That's what I like to see." Your cheeks flame up at those words out of Jack's mouth as he turns to look down at the room service menu. Yes, Jack Bass has toed the line, between platonic and flirtatious since the very moment you met the man... but that seemed a little bit more then toeing the line.

And you get a far different reaction to him doing it then you do the other Bass brother.

You don't even really mind the implications of his words.

"You're staying back with me?" You ask, feeling hopeful at the idea.

"Yeah well, I cant in, uh, good conscience," He makes a bit of a show to you, of pressing his hand to his chest totally earnestly as those words 'good conscience' come out of his mouth. "leave you here unguarded in case Bart comes back, can I? Besides, the way you said 'All on my tab'- man, you could sell moonshine at an AA meeting with that voice."

"Ha," You laugh, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. "Well, thanks."

"Oh. Don't thank me. You're just using what uh, your mama gave you. I actually encourage you totally, to do that more often- "

"No!" You exclaim, sighing in exasperation; But there is still a smile on your face you cant seem to shake. "For not leaving, today. When you walked in. It would've sucked if you had, not that I would've blamed you at all."

"Hey, just call me your knight in shining armour." He doesn't look up from the menu, flicking through it. Then turns to you with one of those beach boy/politician, toothless grins of his. "Besides you were automatically, my favourite person in the apartment. I mean, anyone with... uhhh- different, appendages to what I have, instantly gets a one-way ticket access to my rare bouts of chivalry. Now come over here, pick out what you want off here."

You just gape at him and that comment, making him stifle a laugh and return to the menu himself.

Bass's.

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