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instantartific · 1 year

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What sort of personality disorders do 1010 have?

You have made a grave mistake, my friend.

I'm only familiar with Cluster-B disorders, characterized typically by extreme emotions, so I can only speak for those. And saying this again for the people in the back: because 1010 are robots, they literally cannot fit the full criteria for actively having disorders, given that they could not have undergone trauma, nor had a generational influence, nor even have enough time to reasonably develop them. I am 100% aware of this. I just like taking things I notice in characters I like and exaggerating them.

It's more so that the basic formatting of "I live to complete my mission, and my mission is serving the fans" got exaggerated to the extreme.

Firstly! I'll describe each disorder from what I know and then talk about which boy fits what, solely off of my own interpretation of them.

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ASPD:

- Characterized by apathy and a sort of "disconnection" from "societal norms," very, very losely. On its own, typically displayed as a want for self righteousness over purpose.

- It is typically known for a distaste for societal sanctions, as well, and the psych in particular would more than likely have some sort of criminal history out of boredom, not "insane need."

Purl's traits are kept close to his chest; he shows his symptoms in a way that'd typically get a reaction of "he's too quiet and uncaring that it's almost scary, what's wrong with him?"

Purl has a sense of apathy towards performing, and you'd think it's his favorite thing in the world. But he likes the fans they have far more. Not even talking to them directly, more so watching them. He loves watching them and trying to memorize each one before they even speak. He points out specific people in crowds that he recognizes because of this. If you stand out even remotely at a fan meet, he'll pick you out and keep all focus on people he recognizes.

02, quietly, while the others are doing a bit: "... In seat 23B, second aisle. Isn't your name Lizzie? Ahh-haha... I remember you. I still don't like blueberries, if you're curious."

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NPD:

- Characterized by an extremely fragile state of self worth and perception of the world around oneself. On its own, typically displayed as having "a flared ego" due to it being extremely fragile.

- Typically known for a distaste in societal norms as well, but instead often believes oneself to be above or set apart from those norms rather than simply bored by them.

The way I write Rin fits NPD the best.

He has an inherent need for control, that's what it would be. Which manifests itself in very innocent ways. Taking control of the group when it comes to his brothers, taking control over performances, the crowd, everything. It's often unintentional, but he tries to have control over most things in his life. He's the leader, he's the head, he needs to control it.

Though it gets 'out of hand' when his leadership is questioned by one of the others. He'll get outright snappy and even less respondent than he is normally, sometimes even disregarding his brothers' concerns entirely because they act off emotion, and he knows better.

Simultaneously, he's one of the most likely to disobey Neon, finding loopholes in rules to do things purely for the sake of trying to trigger the same intense emotions his brothers feel easily. If he's too "numb," and can find a logical reason to disobey, he will.

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BPD:

- Characterized by extreme difficulty managing one's emotional state and relies heavily on outside influence to determine their own mental peace of mind. On its own, displayed as being "very emotional" or having "extreme emotional responses" to "minor events."

- Typically known for forming "extreme" attachments to those they care about, and allowing those attachments to control their life so much that a borderline would quicker kill themself than allow the person they love most to think poorly of them.

Eloni is absolutely BPD and HPD, cannot change my mind. Luckily for him, his FP is Haym, so he can (thankfully) always be around him for that extra moral boost.

But even with Haym at his side, it doesn't change he highs and lows, often triggered by the fans. His anxiety is greatly tied into extreme paranoia regarding the crowd and others in his life, that can even extend to Neon and the other boys that aren't Haym.

The others don't even want me to be in the group, do they? They'd like it if Captain did away with me. The fans hate me, and they hate me because I'm making the group look bad. Even Haym hates me, he hates me, he didn't say anything to me when we went to the dressing room, he wants me dead. They want me dead, they want me dead, they want me dead.

Haym's BPD as well, as he's erratic enough to have those great shifting moods, extreme responses, and extreme attachments. Smiley and bubbly, and he really only gets by because he splits outwardly; if something is wrong, it's everyone else's fault. And suddenly, whoever he was just all over is a terrible person and looking at them makes him want to throw up. And he can't even do that.

He'd end up getting attached to a random fan at one of their fan meets that asked only him something, to the point that that one fan being in the crowd or not can determine Haym's mood for the next few days. Purl helps him point them out of the crowd when he sees them.

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HPD:

- Characterized by a need for others' attention to be on them to feel worthy of being and having an extremely fragile perception of self and others around them. On its own, displays as "constantly needing attention."

- Typically known for similar attachments as seen in BPD, except displayed onto everyone around them rather than one person. If the histrio is not worthy of attention, they are not worthy of being alive, and will be willing to change their entire identity or even try to kill themself just to be worthy of attention.

Wanna still stick with the fact that if we're staying true to canon, all of them show histrionic traits, no questions about that. This all started with their extreme reaction to the fans thinking poorly of them (getting so overwhelmed they will blow up in response to poor fan reaction), after all.

Zim's traits are all very, very shown to the world in a dramatic fashion; he shows his symptoms in a way that'd typically get a reaction of "he's dangerous, don't get too close to him."

Zim loves being able to perform in front of people, but could give less of a damn for who those people even are. They all blur into nothingness on the stage, and none of them matter once the lights go down, but he's decent enough to try and pretend he recognizes someone that really likes him in particular. If he's not being looked at, he's tuned out, and will often act out specifically for Neon's attention. He doesn't get the same attachments his brothers do, but his emotions hit those similar extremes just as easily.

#this is so long but also i Will talk a lot about cluster b pds and this is proof.#also the thought of 1010 having developed with just. complete extremes in every aspect of their selves is Good.#ও musings #not gonna main tag this one because i am also nervous about it hitting the wrong audience.#ও ~ headcanons

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lostacelonnie · 28 days

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Truly. School festival? Wild i dont think ive ever been to one of those. Not sure mine ever had them but im glad you had so much fun! Its not completely finished yet i get that done next week but its very cool i love it. I have like. 12 piercings now with still more i want. They were a slippery slope from getting two to all the ones i have & want but i hope you're able to get some in the future. I think i like my eyebrow & lip piercings best. Thats a wild difference damn. Its been sunny mostly cool days right now but we keep going from warmer days to rain/snow warnings here. Oh hell yeah congrats! Strange but positive is the best combination to have honestly. Id also love to check out carnivale if that still happens in italy or mardi gras over here down in louisiana if i had time. Just love the idea of big celebration with cool stuff. Oh sparkle is quantum support with action advance & crit damage (?) boost. She's real good for seele or many teams really. I got archeron! Just need to get her light cone but damn was she cool in the 2.1 story. Not gonna spoil if you havent played through yet. Congrats on your archeron pulls! I think i might save for topaz now & get adventurine later? I do like how he plays but ill grab him later i don't think i have use for him yet. Swarm is so annoying i gave up on it for now terrible fuckin enemies. Mood what set are you usin on archeron? I love her talent too just. Insta enemy kill what a time saver. Really did give her a great & interesting kit. Hm ill have to continue & see how complex she is. Been busy with other games & like. Cosmodyssey & the bartender event in star rail. Oh thats fun i love it keep doin that. Ohh congrats on the writing energy!

yeah school festivals are also pretty rare over here but [thanks to a complete coincidence, i didnt even Know we had those] i ended up in a school that actually organizes one JSDKFJG. would tell you what it is but i feel doxxing my school on tumblr.com is not a terribly good idea. AND HEY THATS AWESOME!!! also yeah i heard it Really Is Like That with piercings shdjfg all my friends said so at least. tbh the only reason i dont have any yet is bc when i was the age when everyone gets their first one [around 8-9 among my peers] i was very physically active and didnt wanna deal with the whole healing process while trying to not get the shit beaten out of me in aikido. so thanks!!! i REAAALLLY wanna get snake bites theyre So cool. AND FOR REAL LIKE???? can the weather Please decide what it wants to do with its life. it was literally raining the whole day today and yesterday i cannot keep dealing with this. esp since today was my first day back to school after the easter break so waiting for my bus was just. miserable. And my classbestie didnt come to school today so i guess i cant have nice things. Oh Well. and for real for real im actually so glad my school doesnt seem to have a single normal person in it because everything is just so much more. chill. and the gossip is Insane i tell you. ever since this year i befriended a bunch of cool alt girls my life had been so much more interesting because they know like everything about everyone. and oh good luck with all that!! i totally agree, tho i definitely have to be mentally prepared for such occasions. Due To The Autism. but yeah theyre SO fun. and oh that sounds like. a very good kit actually. might get her in the future but ahh i still cant quite decide who im gonna pull for next..... only time can tell i suppose. CONGRATS ON GETTING MEI #3!!!!! i maxed out her talents already [thank god for how little time that calyx takes] so i just need to get relics for her now. Auugghhhg. but i decided im just gonna wait for the triple drop event to save myself some sanity and am currently focusing on ruan mei's talents rn since i run her with acheron <- guy who has no welt and his pela is lvl 50 not built. ah thats understandable!!! i was initially Completely uninterested in aventurine but used his trial as a march replacement in my clara team and it all fits together so nicely. speaking of which i literally got clara TWICE yesterday, one pull apart, without pity on standard. the universe loves me i guess. so shes e4 now. FOR FUCKING REAL but at least using acheron in sim uni lets one skip the non boss battles so thats a massive timesaver and also makes dealing with the swarm a lot less problematic. since you only have to deal with the big guy at the end and not trouble yourself with the occasional encounter on the way. seriously tho acheron is so cracked in sim uni. she let me get the achievement for finishing every battle with all allies at 100% hp. im currently using band of sizzling thunder + inert salsotto [LOL] on her!!! as i said. scuffed but does the job for now. but im gonna get her pioneer diver of dead waters + izumo gensei and takama divine realm since i heard thats whats best on her. and yeah her kit is super fun!! and have fun with that!! honestly fair, tho im just stuck in my holy trinity of hi3 - hsr - noita. also i love the bartender event a lot both story and gameplay wise. very very cool. and thankies!!!!!!!

#me? answering in under two weeks? equilibrium has been restored #asks #pen pals

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divinefeminine-card · 4 months

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Hi, Palak! Happy holidays! I hope everything's going well for you :) Can I please participate in your free tarot readings?

Question: How would my future husband feel about me on our first meeting?

Initials: MINP

Thank you so much! Please be well and safe 🌼

Hey MINP!

You too, happy holidays love!

It is, thanks for asking 😊

You sure can, here you go!

He would think you are a very balanced person. You will give him angelic vibes. Someone who is rich internally, like spiritually, mentally very balanced and sorted out. He will think you are the perfect blend of aggression and gentleness. You are in harmony with yourself.

Eekk, you might appear to be broken hearted as well. Like, your heart has been pierced many many times. You are very much hurt internally, but still keeping your head up and your spirit high (as you should queen), he would fall for this (extra message)

He would think you are someone who knows how to play their cards, who can control themselves and their situation very skillfully, ahh, they would think you are very skilled!

Overall, you will seem like the life of the party type of person to him, the charismatic one, the attractive one. You might also know how to host.

Extra: You both might meet at a public place, I am sensing an event public yet intimate.

Your welcome, you too, be safe 💘

Hope you like the reading, feedback is appreciated! ❤️

#free readings #tarot reading #free tarot reading #palak reads

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kehideni · 1 year

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Ahh right i owe a Guild Wars 2 What lies beneath post..

SO!! Good things first: the suggested topic of the following who-knows-how-many installments. I really didn’t expect Arenanet, and i’ll go further: ANY mmorpg to EVER even come close to smelling a single WIFF of the mental state their main character is in due to the things the writers and the players put them through. I think it’s a great idea, just like when they killed the commander in PoF. It was ballsy, dramatic, and payed off well. If they can repeat that i’m gonna kiss my monitor for granting me the privilege to see this with one character twice.

The jokes were funny, the animations (exspecially charr eating ramen x’‘‘D if you haven’t seen it yet, look it up. it’s so funny and adorable and real), the connections between the rag-tag team we got for ourselves now. A+

BUT!

Icebrood Saga started out great just like this, and due to poor planning and a sudden steer of the wheel we all know how that panned out. Eventhough the charr and the norn really deserved to have the sort of spotlight IBS promised. And i can’t help but be kinda salty that once again, we are human focused. (and by human spotlight... i mean...that kinda involves everything GW1... it’s nice to get stuff from the source material, but mine too deep and you end up like World of Warcraft, an incoherent mess that lacks direction and literally had to take back SIX(6) expansion’s worth of steps, to be back on square 1 again, and i find it hilarious that this is why DF is praised so much as an expansion)

Once again, nothing wrong with taking from the source material, just don’t let that be your go-to every single time. GW2 is known for reinventing ideas, i just don’t want them to stop that good habit of theirs.

Onto the regrettable stuff: this update was too short. I hope it was this short only because it’s a prologue but IBS burned me once, i’m not gonna hold out my hand twice.

Also wtf Marjory, why wasn’t i invited to the wedding? How are you on your honeymoon with Kas if i WASN’T.AT.THE.FKEN.WEDDING?! Yes i know, that’s not really a thing a player can... er... play but like a little sniplet from it would have been enough... maybe show the new character animations there? Surely the commander could have slurped ramen at their wedding... and throw confetti, and like just have a 1-2 liner with characters you wanna check up on. How is my man Rytlock doing???? You wouldn’t even need voiceacting for it, just regular ol’ chat bubbles, come AAAWWWWN

The sinfully bad:

The new lootchests are a fkin scam. Mate-y, if i do a meta event then i want my reward. When all i had to pay for keys are shitty scraps i could farm without any active farming, just doing the meta there was no problem. But to pay for keys with MATERIALS??!?! B** I’M COLLECTING THE MATERIALS FOR LEGENDARIES!!! WHY WOULD I TRADE THAT UP FOR SHITTY GREEN UNIDENTIFIED STUFF?! uuuuuuuuuuuuuugggh Anet, who thought of this?! Why didn’t you give them a cup of coffee to wake up?!

Also ambushes are fkin brutal man... i love the extra challenge but come on.. atleast give those fkers’ abilities a cooldown where i can fakkIIIN USE ANY OF MY ABILITIES!! Once again, everyone that is not a guardian is fked over.

To close it in a positive note: the male charr voiceactor was perfect, they sounded just as broken and traumatised as i wanted a big ass warrior cat to be after being put through 5 different hells and back, and dying, and then losing their dragon-jesus daughter, and PTSD, and you all know i could still go on. Can’t wait to hear Palawa Joko’s monologue echo back on us, i’m calling it now!

“The scars you have gouged into it spell out your name for ALL to see” rawest. fkin. line. in an MMO. ever!!!

#guild wars 2 #spoilers #rant #what lies beneath #end of dragons

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hugheshugs · 2 years

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hockey isn't for everyone | q. hughes

prompt: #7 — "i hate hockey."

summary: the canucks are on a losing streak and quinn messes up their last game, seeking your comfort.

pairing: bestfriend!quinn x reader

note: my first imagine ahh, im not too proud of it but i have to start somewhere. may or may not be inspired by recent events.

you sit on the living room floor of your apartment, anxiously watching quinn and the canucks fight to break their losing streak. they've gone five games without winning, today's the sixth and the pressure is on.

quinn had been talking to you last night about how much he wants to win today. no one likes losing, especially when your fails are broadcasted to the entire world. he's been your best friend since he joined the canucks so you knew there wasn't anything you could say to ease his mind. you simply tried your best to reassure him that everything would work out in his favour as long as he played his best.

which he did. he played his best, skated his best, everything was going well. until the third period.

you watch as someone from the opposing team slams him into the side of the rink, no penalty being called. although you know it's part of the game and quinn can handle it, your heart breaks and the sight of him standing up on wobbly legs. you assume he's alright, the commentators not mentioning that he's making his way to the bench. only a few seconds later, quinn skates up to the guy who pushed him and crosschecks him, resulting in a penalty.

groaning, you watch as quinn and his emotionless face make their way into the penalty box. you nearly scream when the other team scores, the once 2-2 tie game now looking bad for the canucks. you have your phone on standby, knowing your best friend (aka the boy you have a crush on) will be on his way to you as soon as the game's over.

they take a commercial break and you nearly throw your remote at the tv when you hear the sports commentators talking bad about quinn. sure it was a bad penalty, that doesn't mean they have to bash him for it. you know it's a part of sports but hearing people bash quinn isn't something you're fond of.

with only a couple seconds left in the game and an empty net on the canucks' side, elias passes the puck to quinn past their blue line. he quickly skates over and turns to pass back the puck, not realizing two opponents were right on his tail. the pass was intercepted and shot into their net, a 4-2 loss for vancouver.

you know quinn is beating himself up for it. with the 2/4 goals by the other team basically being his fault, he wouldn't stop thinking about everything he did wrong and how he should have played better. mentally preparing yourself for an emotionally bruised hughes to arrive at your doorstep, you begin setting up some blankets and pillows on your couch, opting for a movie night to try distracting his mind.

while putting his favourite chips in a bowl, your phone begins to ring. you grab it from the counter without looking at the caller id, knowing exactly who it is.

"hi, quinny," you greet softly.

"can i come over?" his voice sounds heartbroken and you can't help but frown.

"yeah, of course. how long'll you be?"

"i'll be right there after this fucking post game interview."

"okay, i'll be waiting."

"can we please get drunk as well?"

you laugh loudly, quickly covering your mouth. "no, we're not getting drunk on a wednesday night."

"oh come on, please," he begs, almost whining.

"the only thing we're getting drunk on is hot chocolate and tangled."

he huffs. "fine, i'll see you in a bit."

"love you," you say with every beat of your heart.

"love you more."

you know he doesn't mean it in the same way you do, but you can't fight the smile that makes its way onto your face. your stomach flutters before hanging up.

around half an hour after the call, you finish setting the snacks on your coffee table when a soft knock on your apartment door grabs your attention. you make your way over and open it, revealing a sulking quinn standing at your doorstep.

he drops his duffle bag to the ground and wastes no time wrapping you in his arms. you know he needs in it a different way you do, him wanting your reassurance and you wanting his love. you play with the hairs at the nape of his neck in hopes of soothing him while he holds you tighter. he pulls away after a minute and you both stay quiet as he grabs his bag and makes his way to your washroom to freshen up.

you take this time to prepare some hot chocolate for the both of you, knowing he only likes it when you make it and it'll cheer him up. by the time you finish pouring the drinks into two mugs — both decorated with the letter of your first initials, — quinn makes his way into the living room and plops onto the couch. you make your way over to him with the steaming sweetness in your hands.

"i hate hockey," he groans, not lifting his head up from the pillow it lays in.

"no you don't," you rebuttal, setting the mugs on the coffee table.

"yes i do. i hate it and i'm bad at it and i'm never going to play it ever again," he insists, lifting his head up as you take a seat beside him and snuggle into the blankets.

he rests his head on your lap at you play with his hair. "you're not bad at hockey. hockey isn't for everyone but it is for you. you played your best and that's all that matters."

"i cost us the fucking win," he looks up at you and you pause.

"n-no you didn't," you lie. he sees right through you.

"i know i did. the team didn't say anything but i could tell by the way they were trying to stay away from me that they were pissed," he tells you sadly.

your heart nearly shatters at his words. the thought of quinn being ignored by his best friends is something you're unable to grasp. they loved their huggybear, always. it feels weird that they set that aside today but it's also slightly understandable.

"quinn, it wasn't your fault-"

"i shouldn't have crosschecked him. if i didn't, maybe we would have won," he plays with a stray string on the blanket.

"don't beat yourself up for it. you have another game on friday, right? make up for it then. it's not like this was the last game of your career."

"i don't even care about the loss, i'm just upset i let the team down. what kind of defence-man am i if i can't even stop the other team from scoring?" he nearly scoffs, ashamed by his skills (or lack thereof).

"hey, you're still a very good player. you're my favourite one, that's gotta count for something, right?" you ask, hoping to cheer him up.

he looks up at you with sad eyes. "sometimes i think you're all i need."

you almost don't catch it, but you do. your eyes bulge as you look down at him but he makes no effort to clarify what he meant and has already looked away. he reaches over to grab the remote without a word and presses play on the movie you had picked out earlier.

"thanks for letting me come over," he thanks while sitting up, grabbing both of your hot chocolates and handing your mug to you. he shuffles toward you, trying not to spill the drink and he nuzzles himself into your blanket. you rest your head on his shoulder and sigh.

"i know you're still sad."

"of course i am."

"that wasn't your last chance to win. i know i can't say anything to stop your overthinking but you can't change what happened. focus on right now and think about your next move, rather than your last."

"when did you become so wise?" he jokes, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. "god, this tastes so good."

you giggle and drink some yourself. "what can i say? wiseness comes with the skill of being able to make hot chocolate."

"that's the worst thing i've ever heard come out of your mouth."

a quarter way into the movie, you begin to notice quinn's attention drifting. you know he's still overthinking and you bite your lip as you wonder what you can do to help. if you're honest with yourself, there really is absolutely nothing that'll get him to snap out of whatever trance he's in. all you can do is provide him with comfort.

"you okay?"

"i'm not going to cry," he mumbles to himself.

you blink rapidly, taken aback by his abruptness. was he trying to tell you that or was he trying to convince himself?

"it's okay to cry—"

"i'm not going to cry," he repeats again, his voice cracking at the end.

your mouth parts slightly, stomach churning at the helplessness you can so clearly tell he feels. it's as if his mind's arguing with him, telling him he's a bad player even though he knows he's not.

"do you need a hug?" you ask quietly and he immediately tucks his head into your chest, making no move to hold you in return.

he just wants you.

you wrap your arms around him immediately and he pulls you into his lap. you straddle him, your thighs on either side of his legs while he holds you tight. you play with the soft strands of his hair again, knowing it's something that brings him comfort.

"i just want to be good. i wanna be as good as petey and brock but i can't seem to do anything right," his voice is muffled by your chest.

you hope he can't feel your heart racing against him, the way your skin on your neck is beginning to dampen with warmth as a result of his face on your body.

"y-you are," you take a moment to compose yourself. "you're just as good, quinny. you're not a bad player, you just had a bad game. what's one game out of a hundred?"

he sighs, his breath tickles the sensitive spot above your ear and you begin to wonder why you didn't stop him from nuzzling into you. if you weren't feeling so good in the moment, you would be upset that he doesn't even realize the hold he has you in. practically a chokehold, if anyone were to ask.

"you're right, you're always right. i just don't think i'll be able to stop thinking about this tonight. it really hurt, seeing the way miller walked past me and how petey didn't say bye before leaving. it sounds stupid but i wish i did better for them," he explains, lifting his head up and pulling away slightly.

you almost sigh in relief, now able to see his face properly. your neck begins to cool in his absence and you almost whine at the feeling, missing his warmth just as much as you wanted it to leave in the first place. you can't stop yourself from wanting him, but you can't let yourself fall for him even harder.

you smile at him sadly. "you know they'll be over it by tomorrow, right?"

"yeah but i won't forget it," he shakes his head.

you're about to open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it.

"i'll just.. try my best to forget about it. i have you here, right? you can help me.. distract me," he runs his tongue over his lip, not suggestively but in thought.

"i'm so lucky to have you," he adds after a moment."

your throat runs dry at his previous words, unable to comprehend what's running through his mind. if he didn't have such an innocent look on his face you would have thought he meant something else. something that involved two bodies, a bed and everything but sleep.

"i'm lucky to have you. c'mon, let's cuddle and go to sleep," you suggest, making an effort to wiggle yourself out of his grasp.

his hold on you only tightens and his eyes darken for a minute before returning to look at you softly. unbeknownst to you, his heart beats just as fast as yours.

"can we just stay here? keep watching the movie and fall asleep with it playing in the background," he almost seemed hesitant to ask.

"it might be a better distraction. we can go to your room if you want, though," he adds quickly after.

you smile and shake your head. "we can stay here quinny. whatever makes you happy."

"thank you, i love you."

"i love you too."

#quinn hughes imagines #quinn hughes #nhl imagine #canucks imagine #bestfriend!quinn #imagine

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ayamturd · 3 years

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enough│dream team

summary: y/n is overwhelmed and hits a breaking point. luckily, her boys are always there for her.

warnings: angst to fluff, light cursing

pairing: real-life platonic!dream team

a/n: was trying to write comfort drabble but got carried away, oops— pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

wc: (1.4k) - m.list

Falling face-first onto the safe haven of your couch, you felt as if you could cry from exhaustion.

Today was long, longer than usual. From pulling an all nighter to barely finish the analysis essay you put off to the very last minute, struggling to understand the notes in most (if not all) of your online classes, to the torturous hours at work dealing with difficult coworkers and harsh customers, to say you were emotionally, physically, and mentally drained was an understatement.

Despite the numerous assignments you knew were waiting to be completed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The stress of simply worrying about them was already enough to drown your thoughts as you smothered your face into the pillow cushions. Before the raging thoughts could continue to ring though, the discord notification quietly broke the empty space, the phone being previously thrown somewhere on the floor.

The bright screen blinded you as you brought the phone towards your face and answered the call with blurred eyes. “Hello?”

“Aye, nice to know you’re not dead!” What?

“Sap, what the hell do you want?” The lack of sleep was present in your quip tone. You probably would have apologized upon realizing if you could think straight.

“Geeez, no need to get all upset. Was just wondering if you were still planning on joining the stream.”

“Stream? What stream?” As if answering your own question, you pulled the phone away to check the date and sat up in slight panic. Fuck. “Shit! I didn’t realize that was today, I thought it was still Thursday!”

Sapnap laughed, but it didn’t help calm your nerves at all. “Honestly, you’re fine. We were just wondering what happened since you weren’t answering any of our messages.” You scrolled through the boys’ messages from the past hour asking where you were.

“Ahh, but still, I’m so sorry. I just got home but let me set up and I’ll be there in the next five minutes or so.”

“You sure? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, s’just a chill stream while we speed run and shit.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I promised and haven’t hung out with you guys in a while anyway.” Rising slowly from the couch, you stretched with a groan and headed to your bedroom to quickly change into something comfortable.

“Alright, nice. I’ll tell the guys, see you then.” You hummed a bye and closed your phone. Slipping out of your dirty uniform and putting on something loose, you collapsed into your office chair and turned on your monitors. You weren’t in the greatest mood if you were being honest with yourself, but you would feel bad if you fell through with plans and didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You tried to force down any negative thoughts before entering the call.

“—eorge! What?!” Clay’s signature yell practically made your ears bleed when adjusting the headphones on your head. You were quick to turn down the volume.

“What are you idiots up to now?” you asked, letting the boys know of your presence.

“Y/n! glad you finally decided to join us!” George remarked. You could hear the stupid grin on his face while loading up the game, and scowled at your screen as if he could see it. “Shut it, Gogy. I was busy and it slipped my mind.”

“Mhmmm, suuure. You totally weren’t ignoring us for the past hour or so.” The cheeky little bitch.

“Hey, just cause the girls you hit up don’t respond doesn’t mean every girl in the world is ignoring you!”

You could hear Clay wheeze as George and you began your usual bickering. Wanting to entertain their streams, you tried to interact and talk with each of the boys as much as possible, but you felt the high of speaking with friends significantly drop as the night continued on.

The events of the day and the sensitive thought of meeting expectations and your inability to do so were starting to creep onto you. Even your game play was off as you died the fifth time in a row within the first 3 minutes again; the growing frustration made you tear up and get more angry at yourself. Who sucks at a block game and starts crying about it?

You didn’t realize you had gone silent until Clay called your name. “Yeah, Dream?”

“I ended the stream a few minutes after George and Sap, no need.” Oh. You must’ve spaced out and not noticed. When did George and Sapnap end stream?

Letting out a sigh, you responded, “my bad Clay, I wasn’t paying attention.”

George began speaking. “You okay tonight, y/n? It’s been awhile since we last actually talked and you got pretty quiet at the end there. I thought you were afk at first but could hear your keyboard.”

“I’m good, just tired.” You struggled to make a smile, barely convincing yourself as is.

“I don’t know, even when you’re tired, you’re not dead silent and completely zone out.”

“Yeah, what’s up with you today? I know you said you were at work but it’s not like you to forget things completely.”

“Plus you weren’t really fighting back that last argument. I know I’m amazing at Minecraft but I didn’t expect you to—“ You let out a stuttered breath and choked back a sob at their words, the heavy weight of the day finally crashing on you.

You could hear George try to apologize for something he could have done to upset you and swallowed your silent hiccups to respond. “Don’t, George. Please. Trust me when I say you didn’t do anything wrong.”

The call went silent before Clay spoke up. “Then what is wrong, y/n? You can’t tell us something isn’t bothering you, we just want to help.” Now that opened the floodgates. Your breathing became irregular as more tears came into view. If the boys were talking, you couldn’t hear anything they were saying. You felt awful for forcing them to listen to you cry your emotions out, but Sapnap was quick to softly console you when you pathetically began to repeat broken sorry’s.

Eventually your sobs became sniffs as you calmed yourself while listening to George tell you to breathe in and out. The call became relatively silent once more.

“I’m so sorr—”

“Y/n,” Clay firmly stated, “never say sorry for something that isn’t your fault. You’re okay, okay?” You sniffed and nodded to his words, replying with a soft okay.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” George was more gentle then before, him trying his best to comfort you in comparison to his joking manner.

“I— I’m just so tired. Tired of school, t—tired of work, tired of trying to keep up with everything. I feel like I can’t breathe and it hurts. A—and I can’t help but hate myself for not being able to keep up with my own responsibilities and shit. I just, why am I not good enough?” The pause of silence was deafening and you looked desperately at the boys’ icons for an answer before screwing your eyes shut.

Clay was first to respond. “Y/n, I know that right now everything feels hard and stacked up against you, but please trust me when I say it gets better. I know you said it’s been hard to breathe but you have to let yourself. You shouldn’t hate yourself for not being able to keep up, it’s just a sign you need to step away and give yourself a break. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here, George is here, S—“

“I’m here,” Sapnap interrupted. Clay let out a murmured groan while George scolded him for talking. “Oh, uh, sorry…” You giggled slightly.

“What I’m sure Clay was trying to say before is, you have us to back you up, alright? Struggling to take on your own responsibilities isn’t something to feel alone in, everyone needs support and we’ll always be yours. You are good enough. You’re too good for your own good that you won’t let yourself see it.” They collectively chuckled at George’s words. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You slowly nodded while still grasping everything they said, a warmth replacing the shuddered breaths as you exhaled. “I do, yeah.” You couldn’t help but feel touched by their attentiveness and genuinely smiled. “Thank you guys, for listening and calming me down. It means a lot.”

“Course, y/n.” Sapnap reassured. “We love you and all that shit.”

“I love you guys and all that shit too.”

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream team x reader #dteam x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dream team x f!reader #dteam x f!reader

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Bennett Windblume Love Letter HCs

AHH my request box is closed but...you've never requested before so I'm in a moral dilemma. Okay, anon. Just because it's you, I'll write you something because I too, care about Bennett. I'm weak everyone, I'M WEAK.

I’m still technically on break so apologies that these aren’t super long. I’m playing 1.4 and this scene right here? I rushed to write it so it may not have been exactly what you had in mind. Once my request box is open, please feel free to re-send your request. I changed the title so it’s reserved for you 💕

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Bennett Affection HCs

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Bennett: Windblume Love Letter HCs

The Windblume festival was a time for fun and games but also a time for Mondstadt citizens to express their love to others. One event that Bennett wanted to use to the fullest to show how much he cared about you. He had originally wanted to try and get bring you your favourite flowers, as per tradition, but a pyro slime ended up blowing in his face and turning the flowers to ash. He took that as an omen to try something else.

So when he heard that there were others that were gathered by the Anemo Archon’s statue to learn love advice? He immediately rushed over for guidance. He’s been stuck in the library for the past week reading romance novels to try and learn how to express himself, possibly woo you, but every attempt has yet to see successful results. It’s mostly because he’s starting to feel embarrassed every time he walks in to see the Liberian Lisa smile knowingly at him.

Bennett, like anyone, is really shy about confessing his feelings. You’ve done so much for him and he doesn’t want to break your friendship but if he doesn’t say anything now. He might never say anything again until the next Windblume festival. A lot of things can happen in a year! What if someone else swoops in and steals your heart? It makes Bennett internally panic at that mental image and it’s enough to resolve his determination.

Going to meet the bard Venti, he was offered the advice of writing you a love poem instead. Venti could personally deliver it on the winds using his “anemo vision” so there would be no way a pyro slime could get to it. Bennett had considered writing a love letter before but whenever he sat down to start writing, he would get too embarrassed and toss the letters out.

Venti listens to the dilemma that Bennet has. He really does care about you and doesn’t want to mess anything up or make you uncomfortable. You’re so special to him and it’s alright if you don’t return his feelings, he can’t force you to love him the same way he does. He just wants to confess in a way that isn’t considered creepy that it drives you away. He would be absolutely devastated if that were to happen.

“I..just want to show that I like them. That even if they don’t return my feelings or anything, we can still be friends...” Bennett mumbles off as he finishes his rant, turning a bit pink at the fact he just poured all his emotions onto this bard he’s never met before. Venti hums to myself as he considers how to approach the situation. Before nodding to himself in affirmation as he pat’s Bennett’s back.

“I like your enthusiasm Bennett. Make sure to channel that vigor into your poetry. Tell them everything you’ve told me and make sure you put your heart into it,” Venti says, before gives Bennett a good ruffle of the hair, “Have faith. Your feelings will be sing true and you’ll realize you had nothing to worry about.”

“Y-Yes sir!” Bennett gives a quick salute before smiling to himself, already buzzing in excitement at the hopeful words Venti brings him, “I’ll get started writing right away. Ah- thank you for your help!”

Venti chuckles at him as he waves at the disappearing figure of the young adventurer. He’s happy to see that the citizens of Mondstadt are safe and happy. That the most pressing issue for a anyone is writing a poem of love. Not that Bennett has anything to worry about, his feelings are completely returned. Venti may or may have not been eavesdropping on the both of you. He says it’s for fulfilling the duties as the Anemo Archon. To make sure all his citizens are safe and etc. But honestly? It’s because he finds you both adorable in your interactions and is secretly rooting for you.

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If genshin won’t give me character interactions then I’ll write them myself. I’ve never written something so fast before. I was really surprised that Kaeya of all people wanted to write love poems. I’m assuming there’s an ulterior motive but I also really hope there isn’t. Be pure for once Kaeya.

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taylorswiftbutsimp · 2 years

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Coney island (Part 4)

Summary: Growing up with strict parents and foolishrules was unfair until they set you up for an arrangedmarriage with an old childhood friend of yours neverthought that fate has its silly ways to be tied at themarriage at a young age.

Warnings : high school love, unrequited love,little angst, force marriage, fluff, happy endingmaybe? Love triangle, toxic gojo, toxic relationship, mental health issues, swearing, fluff and fluff Yeah

Gojo Satoru x Reader

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“New York, really gojo?”

“Yes, wifey New York Cmon drop the last name-calling I'll be your so-called “hubby” wifeyy~~“

New York was the first country you and gojo visited on The first date, you still remember the place where it was

It was coney island it was one of the memories you cherished

“Baby, sit on the bench I'll win you a prize I promise.”

“Oh, I thought you suck at the arcade game Mr.perfectly fine huh”

“I do I still do But I'll try over and over until I win you a prize even if It's a waste of money, it's not a waste I won it for you”

You still remember the way he pouted when he didn't get the ring he wanted for you that time made you laugh

“Sorry baby I didn't get the arcade ring for you...”

“Hmmm it's fine you can give me one if we ever get married heh~”

“OH HELL YEAH I”ll GIVE YOU THE BEST AND ONLY BEST”

“Toru quite down people are looking at us”

“Mmmhh don't care”

“Satoru I can't carry you at my back your heavy, cmon let's get some foods~”

what a good memory that you both used to make every Friday night the movie Marathon you two do

On Saturday morning you both cuddle and give kisses to each other and at night he takes you out to a dinner

On Sunday you both go on a date or go together to an event you two we're invited

The kind of young love you both made was a great experience you can't clearly hate him you both made awesome things together

But time does change from time to time love hurt you

Maybe he wasn't in love with you he just like the idea of loving

No, he wasn't like that you know better you two grew up together, every secret you keep he knows and you know his

But again time and people change he got bored in you and found someone else that is better than you.

“What's with the frown baby? your spacing out again, women are sure crazy you we're smiling a moment~~~ ag- OUCH don't slap me there”

“.. let's just go im tired and I want to sleep all day”

“But-”

“No.”

“But babyyyy~~ you don't wanna go get dinner? I know you're hungry”

“No, maybe angry I'm not that hungry and eat with someone else or whatever”

“Y/n..”

“Stop it gojo leave me alone I’m tired”

lies You weren't tired you just don't wanna get hurt again so Your gonna give him a silent treatment

Honestly, you were a bit annoyed when he said going to New York was nice and he wants to spend time with you he made that an excuse to your father and mother

Here you are now sitting alone on the couch peacefully wondering where he can be, You placed your book down on the coffee table

Thinking about how long will you give him this silent treatment you know it's foolish, and why are you doing this his probably out with some random girl on the streets

Like you care anymore as long as he gives you personal space and time with your lovely book how jealous you are of fictional characters They treat their women right and give them everything

You glanced at the door suddenly opening your gaze on the white-haired male

He was with someone it was a chef that had blonde hair you stare at him weirdly giving him a “what's this” face

Before you can speak he decided to speak first

“Ahh nanami~ meet my lovely soon to be wife Y/n L/n , and wifey this Nanami kento, my chef”

The man or you assumed Nanami was now at the kitchen preparing food for the both of you, you were sitting in front of the counter that has a fancy chair that you liked

You can see him cooking skillfully

And still keeping a silent treatment to gojo, you opened your phone and saw a text from your mother in law asking if you got safely home

You texted her back saying you were both fine and the flight was fine

Gojo came downstairs only wearing a grey sweatshirt and grey sweat pants that matched you looked at him

He was fine as hell now than before

“Ehe~ my wifey starting to drool over me heh~”

“......”

You looked away and looked at your phone scrolling to social media you ignore him and he’s hurt badly

He was hurt and so is his ego you ignored him for what did he do something bad he felt guilty

“Are you on your period baby? You can talk to me I'll get you stuff”

“.....”

Yeah that was the last straw both of you are gonna talk about this

He just needs to let Nanami leave and he can talk to you

The food was served it was delicious you liked it he can see a small smile you gave to Nanami and saying “this is really good”

Oh he was jealous while munching his food he decided to talk

“Oh by the way baby we're going on a date tomorrow on coney island heh~”

Preach chef Nanami he can eat me instead

#gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #anime #gojo fic #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #taylor swift #coney island #spotify #gojo fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento

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backtothefanfiction · 3 years

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WHAT BENNY DOESN’T KNOW | Chapter 5

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: One good night out turns into a two month affair.

Warnings: Mature 18+ ONLY!! Drug use, relationship abuse, mental manipulation, drinking, cheating, angst, language, smut, praise, fingering, slightly rough sex, squirting, unprotected sex (you know the phrase kids...).

Word Count: 6335

A/N- This is a heavy chapter so I have done a longer authors note here. Please read before continuing if you haven’t already read it. Events in this chapter take place 11 months before Italy and a couple weeks after Will’s chapter.

PART FIVE| 11 MONTHS AGO

'Hey Will said you were back. Want to go grab a drink tonight?'

'Yea, sure. Who else is gonna be there?'

'No one else, unless you want to invite others. I kinda just wanted to spend some time with you and catch up.'

'Okay, sounds good to me.'

Frankie had run into Will as he was coming out of a bar earlier that afternoon. He was grateful that Will hadn't notice him coming out through the doors of the establishment, allowing him the chance to pretend like he was just in the neighbourhood; and the fact they had run into each other outside a bar was just coincidence. When Will had casually dropped into conversation that you were home and that he had seen you, that had triggered something in Frankie. Whether it was just his slightly drugged up and alcohol riddled mind or something else, Frankie couldn't tell, but he knew he couldn't get you out of his head.

Frankie had always had a thing for you, ever since Benny first brought you home with him after your last tour together and introduced you to everyone. You were gorgeous, deadly and had a wicked sense of humour, you were everything he wanted in a woman and that's why he had been absolutely terrified to make a move. As time went on and you found your place amongst the group, Frankie came to appreciate how lucky he was just to have you in his life and as a friend and as time moved on further still, it became clear to him that he'd completely missed his chance.

He had started dating Laura just over a year ago now. She was nice, pretty, sassy. She reminded him of a slightly watered down version of you and believing he had fully missed his chance with you and would never get the real you, he figured he could do a lot worse than settling for Laura.

Around month nine of the relationship Frankie started to recognise he wasn't happy. He soon found himself relapsing into old habits he'd fallen into after he'd first come home for good and the PTSD had settled in. It started off as sneaking a bump off someone in the bathroom of a bar one night when they had gone out for drinks with some of Laura's friends. Just a little something to get him through the rest of the evening. A couple of days later it had happened again. It was only when Frankie had dug out his old burner phone from a lock box in the garage and contacted his old dealer, did he realise he was no longer in control anymore, but he didn't care. That's how he had ended up drunk texting you at half past three on a Tuesday afternoon asking you to go out with him for the evening so he didn't have to be at home with 'her'.

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“Hey.” you said getting up from the booth you had commandeered as you waited for him to arrive.

“Hey.” he grinned as he wrapped you up into his arms, his head burying into your hair. It was so soft and smelt amazing, like coming home. “You been waiting here long?” he asked as he reluctantly pulled away from you, both of you sitting yourselves back in the booth. Frankie had taken a moment longer than he should have to get out of his truck when he had first arrived, prioritising snorting another line of coke up his nose off his dashboard, instead of coming straight in to you. A slight panic fogged his brain as he feared he'd taken longer than he had and made you wait ages for him.

“Nah, I only got here like 5 minutes ago or something like that.” You confessed and Frankie relaxed a bit. “Do you want me to go get the first round?” you asked, pointing towards the bar.

“No, its alright, I'll get it.” Frankie said hopping up from the seat. “What do you want?”

“I'll just take a beer.” you replied. You really were a girl after his own heart.

Frankie came back with two bottles of beer a few minutes later, handing one over to you as he tried to manoeuvre himself back into the booth without using his hands. “So when did you get back?” he asked casually, a typical conversation starter.

“Nearly two weeks ago.” you said, taking a sip of your beer.

“Where did you go again?” Frankie asked, his memory of where you'd been the last 6 months hazy.

“Colombia.” you said.

“Ahh, te dio la oportunidad de trabajar en tu español.” Ahh, gave you an opportunity to work on your Spanish.

“Cállate, mi español es muy bueno. Después de todo, aprendí de los mejores.” Shut up, my Spanish is great. I did learn from the best after all, you said stroking his ego and making him blush slightly.

“So what were you doing down there?”

You looked down at your bottle, unable to meet his eyes. “A whole load of stuff that, probably wasn't very legal.” you said, giving him as vague an answer as you possibly could. You looked up, expecting him to have a judgemental look on his face, but instead you were met with one of sympathy. You'd all landed yourselves in some form of shit or another since leaving active service and Frankie was the last person who could pass judgement.

You sat there for almost an hour just talking, drinking your first beers slowly. “You want another one?” Frankie asked, motioning to the empty bottle in your hands that you were now peeling the label off of.

“Yeah, sure.” you said with a smile. You looked to your left to find the pool table had also just become free. “Do you want a game?” you said motioning to the table where the last occupants were throwing the cues on top of it.

“Yeah sure. I'll go get the beers, you go rack ‘em up.” he said, hopping out of the booth with a smile.

You made your way over to the pool table, reaching your hand into the pocket of your jeans, searching for loose change. You took the quarters out, slotting them into the machine. The balls dropped like thunder as they were released, rolling towards the end of the table so you could pull them out the hole in the side. You rolled the discarded pool cues to the side of the table as you reached for the triangle, placing it on the top near you. You bent down to pull out the balls, dropping them blindly inside the triangle above your head. When you had pulled out the last one you stood and was met with Frankie's still smiling face making his way back over to you.

He handed you the beer and you took a sip before placing it on the edge of the table so you could use both your hands to pick out the balls, moving them into their correct spots within the triangle, then sliding them all into place. “Who's going first?” you asked Frankie who had put the pool cues that had been on the table, back into the rack on the wall, choosing his own to play with in the process.

“Well that depends, you get any better at breaking.” you screwed up your mouth at the cheap shot he'd just taken. You were a decent pool player but you were awful at getting the game started.

“Fine Morales, looks like you're going first.”

“Thank you.” he said, jokingly tipping his head at you as he put himself in position at the end of the table.

There was a loud crack as Frankie hit the triangle, the balls bouncing off each other in different directions. You winced in disbelief as he managed to pot two balls with just one shot. He flashed his eyebrows at you, showing off. “You know I think that was one of each.” you taunted him, bringing him back to earth. “You can only chose one, what's it gonna be?”

“Just because I know how much you love playing stripes...” he said leaving the sentence open with a shrug before moving himself around the table to pot one of the solid coloured balls. For a moment, both of you watched eagerly expecting it to go in, but it leaned to the right at the last second and bounced back, away from the hole.

You took a quick sip of your beer before placing it back on the side. “Ready to see how it's done.” you teased, dancing around the table sizing up your first shot. You started out with an easy shot, potting it with not much trouble. Frankie gave you a small nod of acknowledgment before you began circling the table again, working out your next move. You saw it near the corner. You lined up your shot and... clunk, you sank another ball into the hole.

You stood back from the table grinning as you looked over to him, ready to taunt. “That's two.” you said, a faint giggle at the end of the sentence. You danced around the table again looking for the next one. You decided to try your luck but ultimately missed.

“Hey, you can’t get them all in one go.” he said, pushing himself off the wall where he had been leaning. He handed you his beer to hold as he took his go. He fumbled his shot and you were soon handing his drink back to him to take your next go.

It had ended up being a quick game. You had won, easily potting ball after ball, much to Frankie's amazement. “Okay, you had to have been cheating. I want a rematch.” Frankie said, playfully challenging you.

“I mean, I am more than happy to give you one... then beat your ass again and then again and again.” you laughed.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Just rack 'em up again. I gotta go to the restroom.” he said backing away towards the door to the toilets.

When Frankie came back from the toilet he carried himself differently. He seemed both a little bit shinier but also spacey. It was a look you had recognised in people around you many times and had even, on occasion, experienced yourself. You had experimented with drugs a few times over the years, sometimes to keep your cover when trying to get intelligence out of a contact, other times just because it was a night out and you wanted to let your hair down. You never made a habit of it though. You never would have pegged Frankie of making a habit of it either, but it was becoming clearer and clearer to you, as you thought back on his behaviour at the start of the night, that it was.

“Hey, you ready?” he said as he picked his pool cue back up, snapping you away from your internal monologue. 'He's a grown man, he knows what he's doing' you berated yourself, shrugging off his actions. “You wanna break this time?” he asked you, raising his eyebrows encouragingly.

You pulled a face of discomfort. “Uhh.”

“Come on, I'll help you. You'll never get better if you don't practice.”

“Fine.” you said rolling your eyes, your footsteps falling heavier, stomping, mocking a stroppy teenager. He laughed.

“Come here.” He said ushering you to the table and taking a stance behind you. “You're problem is you doubt yourself and then get shaky on your follow through.” He said as you leant forward and lined your cue up with the ball. He leaned over with you, one hand on your left arm, helping hold it steady, the other finding a home over your hand on the cue.

He helped guide it back and you relaxed into his touch as you let him manipulate the shot. It was a gentle, yet forceful, nudge of the cue that sent the white ball careening quickly towards the waiting triangle of balls at the other end of the table. You turned back to him, smiling in triumph at the clack of balls as they scattered across the table. That's when you realised how close the two of you were. You couldn't help but look directly into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, somehow they were both bright and glassy at the same time.

You weren't sure why you were doing it, but you found your fingers reaching for the front pocket of his jeans, hooking just the tips of them in slightly, nudging the bag of blow. His eyes grew panicked as you began to pull the small baggy from his pocket, curling it into your fingers. You bit your lower lip, trying to search his eyes for how he was going to react, if he was going to react. He didn't move. A part of you thought about just getting rid of it, just tossing it out, but you were having a good time with Frankie, he was having a good time with you. You felt safe and it had been so long since you'd had a good night out you thought 'fuck it'.

Neither of you said anything as you began to creep away, bag still firmly scrunched into your fingers. Frankie tried to act casual, attempting to go back to focusing on the game as you snuck off to the toilet. He assumed you had gone to get rid of the coke, he never imagined you'd have some yourself.

You rushed into one of the stalls, quickly assessing how best to go about this. You decided that none of the surfaces were sanitary enough to do this properly. You sighed, half excited, half still berating yourself for stooping to this, as you took a seat on top of the toilet lid. You tucked your hair out of the way before opening up the baggy and tapping only a small amount of the white powder onto the back of your hand. You listened a second, making sure there was no one else in the bathroom with you. Silence. You quickly lifted the back of your hand to your nose, closing off one of the nasal passages and then sucking in all of the powder, with your intake of air, with the other.

You'd forgotten how awful it felt in that first moment, your nose burning. You coughed and continued sniffing as you attempted to clear the passage, waiting for the initial pain and discomfort to subside. It only took a moment for the rush of euphoria to set in. You resealed the bag, then wiped off any remaining remnants on your hands, before tucking the baggy back into your clutched fingers, hiding it, as you left the stall. You quickly checked yourself over in the mirror, self consciously wiping underneath your nose, then fixing any stray hairs.

As you went back out into the bar, the effects of the drug really started to settle in. Everything seemed shinier and brighter, happier. You made your way back over to Frankie who was stood leaning against his pool cue, awaiting your return.

He stared at you intensely, trying to work out what it was that you had done with the drugs. It was only when you came to a stop directly in front of him and he got a look at your eyes did he realised what you'd truly done. He found himself breaking out into a small smile of adoration, impressed by your courageousness, but it carried with it this underlining guilt in the pit of his stomach. That feeling of guilt though was quickly quashed altogether by another feeling as you pressed yourself close to him once again so you could discreetly put the little bag back in his pocket. You gave him a sly smile and that was it. That was the moment Frankie knew he was completely in love with you. You gave him a coy grin before reaching for your pool cue and continuing the game.

Watching the coloured balls dance across the table top when you hit them, felt so much more satisfying now. You didn't even care if you were losing as long as you got to keep watching the balls of colour roll back and forth across the table. You enjoyed your beer and your company, you and Frankie nudging each other and taking any chance possible to touch one another now you were both happy and relaxed. “Come on Morales.” you said as you placed your hands over his shoulders, giving them an over exaggerated massage like he was about to go into a fight. He tried to shrug you off so he could concentrate and sink his last ball. You stopped your movements but didn't take your hands away and both of you froze watching the ball intently as he took the shot. Clunk.

He stood up straight and whirled around, wrapping you in his arms, a big grin on his face. “You know I let you win right?” you teased him.

“Sure you did.” he said placing a kiss on top of your head before leaning back slightly so he could get a better look at your smile, his arm still firmly around your shoulder. He leaned back against the table, his legs spread apart slightly so you could rest between them. You were both smiling content in the embrace, neither one of you wanting to pull away.

Frankie moved his hands to rest against your hips as he began to wrestle with the idea that had just popped into his head. He looked longingly to your lips, wanting to kiss them. Your smile faded as you scanned his face, realising what he was thinking. It was probably only 3 or 4 seconds but it felt so much longer due to the pace at which your next thoughts flooded your head. 'Oh my gosh, are we gonna kiss? What about Laura? Maybe they broke up? Oh I really want to kiss him.' then his lips were on yours and it was like someone had just set off a bunch of fireworks in your brain. Your head felt like it was fizzing and tingling, you couldn't help but smile as you melted into the kiss.

Frankie felt your lips pull tight against his as your smile burst from your lips and it only encouraged his own. He pulled away only briefly so you could both acknowledge how happy you were right then in that moment, but you quickly closed the gap again, practically throwing yourself into him, desperate to feel that tingling feeling in your brain again. At your enthusiasm, Frankie wasted no time deepening the kiss, his hands snaking down to your ass and pulling you tighter to him. This was everything he ever wanted, what he'd dreamed about for years now and it was finally happening. It felt better than he could have ever imagined it to be. Your kisses were powerful and hungry and for a moment you both almost forgot where you were.

Frankie quickly broke the kiss. You were about to protest when he took hold of your hand and started leading you to the door.

Neither of you said anything as he lead you to his truck. He gave you one more quick passionate kiss before opening the passenger side door to you and encouraging you to get in. You happily hopped in before turning back to give him another kiss as he closed the door.

He drove you both back to your place, using his spare key to let you both into the apartment. You had given each of the boys a spare key to your place just in case of emergencies but this was the first time you'd ever seen Frankie use his and it made you happy. The image of it felt so natural to you, like you were both coming home together after a long day.

You didn't have time to revel in the domesticity of it though as Frankie pulled you inside, rapidly closing the door before latching his lips back onto yours. You felt him lift you up into his arms and he carried you to your bedroom.

Your feet dropped back to the floor as you both made it through the doorway, Frankie wasting no time to start undressing you and himself between hungry kisses, both of your tongues fighting to pull each other back together after every break.

When you were both completely naked Frankie wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, lifting you slightly, walking you both towards the bed which you collapsed onto together, Frankie coming to lay on top of you. You reached your hands up into his hair as he covered your naked body with his own. It was only in that moment that you fully realised he hadn't been wearing his trademark hat this evening. You made a mental note of the actions significance and happily kept smiling and giggling into his kisses.

A sudden feeling took over in the pit of your stomach as you watched Frankie's gaze darken, his lust for you taking over at your joyful sounds and the way your naked body moved underneath him. You felt his hands move to your hips and he suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach before guiding your hips up so you were resting on your knees, your ass and pussy on full display for him. “Oh god.” Frankie groaned at the sight. “Hold it there baby, there's something I wanna do.”

You felt him get off the bed and heard him shuffle around on the floor for something. It took you a moment for your brain to realise what he was doing. He was rooting back into his pocket for the cocaine. You thought about saying something but decided not to for fear it would ruin the moment and this would all stop. This was Frankie. You had wanted this for so long and you were willing to put up with anything just to have his love and attention all to yourself.

You felt his hand smooth over your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh, giving it a squeeze before he let go. You shifted your head slightly so you could look back and watch him as he opened the little baggy and began gently patting the powder out of it, leaving a line of it across your right cheek. The dark look in his eyes as he stared at the sight made your knees want to go weak. He could sense the slight tremble within you, “Hold still for me baby.” he said as he took hold of you again, his hands firmly placed either side of your ass, holding you still. You closed your eyes, thinking if you didn't see what was about to happen, maybe you could act like it never did.

It all happened so quickly you didn't even have time to really take it in. Frankie quickly leant down, taking the powder up his nose, his tongue coming out to lick up any remaining powder before he thrust his face between your folds. You let out a startled squeal of pleasure as you felt Frankie's tongue dive straight in, catching you completely off guard. His patchy facial hair tickled your skin and you jerked back further towards his face, Frankie moaning in pleasure at the feeling.

He quickly pulled his mouth away, thrusting two fingers inside you instead, stretching you out and making sure you were ready. His fingers took a moment to explore your heat and you moaned as this thick fingers stroked your inner walls. You let out a groan when he took his fingers out and you were about to lift your head to turn and whine pathetically about it when he suddenly thrust his cock inside you.

“Oh fuck.” you cried out as you attempted to adjust to his size. He leant over you, his arm wrapping around your upper chest, pulling you to your hands. His head nuzzled into your neck, trying to get you to turn your head so he could kiss you. As you began to turn it towards him, his hand that had been holding your chest moved up to grasp your jaw, forcing your lips to his. He felt you clench around him as you reacted to the power move and he gently rolled his hips into you, your back arching, trying to encourage him even deeper.

He began pounding into you rapidly as he straightened himself up again. His grip on your hips was firm, holding you steady, pulling you back into him with every thrust. The feeling was overwhelming and the lingering effects of the cocaine only heightened everything more. “Oh my god baby, you feel so fucking good.” he praised you as your moans of pleasure rang out through the room.

You felt him lean forward again and you turned your head, seeking out his lips once more. “I've wanted this for so fucking long.” he grunted out between kisses. He almost melted when you moaned back into his lips in response to his words. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling your back into his chest again, making his rapid thrusts even deeper. He was hitting a certain spot inside you and it was devastating, your eyes wanting to roll back into your head as you relaxed it against his shoulder.

A feeling began to rise inside you. It felt so overwhelming and rapid you weren't even sure what was happening until it had already happened. Frankie felt your walls pushing back against him and when he thrust back he was forced out of you completely, your release gushing all over his cock and the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ did you just-” he couldn't even say the word. He was so fucking happy and impressed, but he saw the look of surprise on your face. He quickly crashed his lips into yours as he tried to reassure you that what had happened was a good thing. No a great thing. “Fucking do it again for me baby.” he said as he lined himself back up with your entrance and thrusted himself inside you once more.

You couldn't help but cry out, your mouth falling open against his. You felt so sensitive between your legs it didn't take much time at all before Frankie had you squirting again. “That's it, that's my girl. You're so fucking beautiful when you do that baby.” he said as he turned you around to face him. He could tell your eyes were unfocussed, completely blissed out from each devastating orgasm he was pulling from you.

He placed his hands either side of your head, smoothing your hair out of your face as he kissed it. He sat himself back on the bed, trying to avoid the wet patch on the sheets, pulling you to sit on top of him. He held you close as he pulled you back down onto his erection and you relaxed your head against his shoulder as he continued to smooth your hair. He began rocking you gently on top of him, letting you have a small break, both of you enjoying the moment of being close.

When you felt your strength coming back to you, you lifted your head from his shoulder, fixing your lips to his again. He lifted you in his arms, laying you back on the bed. He lifted your legs back, allowing him to push himself deeper inside you as his thrust began to pick up again.

You placed your hands either side of his head, forcing your eyes to focus on one another. “Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful.” he said, his forehead pressing into yours. You're mouth hung open again, your breaths coming out fast inbetween his thrusts, your moans stuttering wordlessly from your lips. He could tell your eyes were starting to become unfocussed again as your next orgasm built inside you.

He placed his hands under your hips, lifting them slightly allowing his thrusts to reach deeper still. The feeling inside you was devastating and your hand reached to rub circles over your clit, encouraging your release to come even faster. Once again Frankie felt himself being forced out from inside you as you once again gushed all over him and the bed, only this time he had a much better view. He was getting so close to his own climax and this only spurred him on even more. He barely gave you a moment to recover before he was thrusting himself back deep inside you.

His thrust were rapid as he chased his own finish and your fingers clawed at his back as you tried to ground yourself. Frankie let out a deep growl as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. His thrusts became sporadic, stuttering as he lifted his head to capture your lips in his own as he finished inside you. He stilled inside you and you relaxed into his arms as you felt every pulse of his cock inside you. It was a feeling that made you feel proud.

You looked up into his eyes. They were ones of complete bliss and adoration. You wanted to tell him you loved him but the words caught in your mouth so you settled for kissing him once more. This time the kiss was tender and not just because you were both exhausted. It said everything you both didn't feel like you could say. A silent acknowledgment of love.

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“Hey where are you going?” you asked him as he climbed from the bed an hour later and began pulling on his clothes.

“I gotta go.” he said as he shrugged on his t-shirt, unable to meet your eyes,

“Oh, okay.” you said, sitting up and curling your knees up to your chest. You watched him silently as your racing thoughts from the bar slowly started coming back to you. They were more prominent now in this post sex quiet. “Frankie.” your voice said tentatively. It was half broken as the reality of the situation set in and an ache began to form in your chest, along with a churning feeling in your stomach. He looked back at you, eyes sorrowful.

Frankie felt like he had just been punched in the gut. He could see the hurt behind your eyes and it killed him. He knew his love for you was so great and he hated that he was hurting you in this moment. He made his way across the room to you, his arms leaning on the bed either side of you as he leant down to kiss you. “I'm gonna make this right, I promise.” he said as you dipped your head away from him. He gave you a tender kiss on your fore head. “I'll text you in the morning.” he said before placing a hand under your chin, encouraging you to lift your head once more so he could give you a final kiss goodbye. You could only watch silently and helplessly from your bed as he turned and walked away. You practically flinched as you heard the front door close behind him, the sound echoing around your quiet apartment, the reality of your actions setting in. What the fuck had you done.

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True to his word, Frankie had indeed messaged you the following morning. There was no mention of Laura just an 'I really want to see you. Can I come over later.' You had of course said yes and you had both had a repeat of the night before, just this time with pizza and TV. You had wanted him to stay, but you also understood why he couldn't. He promised you he would soon though.

You had both carried on that way, the days turning into weeks. Wild nights turning into wild afternoons, always with the promise that at some point Frankie would break up with Laura and you would be together properly soon.

One week turned into two months and with every passing day your feelings for Frankie were growing stronger and stronger. You didn't care if he hadn't left Laura yet. You didn't care about the drugs, mostly because you could see he was using less and less when he was around you. You could see he was getting better. He was happier and shinier and you knew when he was ready he would end things with her and move in with you.

It was a Saturday evening when he turned up on your doorstep drunk and high and unable to get his key into the lock to let himself in. When you finally opened the door to him there were tears in his eyes. “Frankie?” his name fell from your lips as a question as he stumbled through the door. He made a beeline for your kitchen, searching the cupboards for more alcohol to drink.

You rushed over to him as you saw him pull a half full bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. He didn't even bother to get himself a glass, just started sipping it straight from the bottle. “Frankie, what the fuck is going on?” you asked as you snatched the bottle from his grasp.

“She's pregnant.” he choked out. Your face dropped, complete shock taking over.

“What?” your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“Laura, she's pregnant.” he said again. His gaze wouldn't lift from a spot on the floor. There was silence between you as you both let the information settle in.

“What are you going to do?” you asked him tentatively.

“I love you.”

“What?”

“I love you.” he said again, finally looking up to meet your eyes.

“No-”

“I don't want to be with her-”

“Frankie she's carrying your kid.”

“I don't want to be with her, I want to be with you.” he said again stepping towards you, his hands outstretched reaching for you. You remained frozen to the spot as his hands rested either side of your face. “I love you. I don't love her, I want to be with you.”

“How long have you know?” you asked him, your voice cold. He was silent. “How long have you known?” you asked him again, your voice rising, becoming desperate.

“About a week.” he finally admitted. You stepped backwards, away from his touch, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. “Please baby, please-” he began to beg, trying to step forward and close the distance between you again but you kept stepping away, shaking your head in disbelief. “Please, you make me better. I'm better when I'm with you.” You turned away from him, leaving the room in an attempt to get away, panic rising up inside you.

“I'll tell her everything, I'll get help, I promise just please-”

“FRANKIE STOP!” you shouted, rounding on him. He finally fell silent, allowing you a moment to breathe, to think. “I can't do this anymore.” your voice said broken. “If you really loved me, if you were actually going to leave her you would have done it weeks ago when you said you would. If you didn't want to be with her, why were you still sleeping with her, why did you get her pregnant-”

“I don't even remember it.” his voice came back broken and his knees gave way, his back leaning against the open kitchen door. He was sobbing now.

“Frankie, you need help.” you said to him tenderly as you made your way towards him. You sat on the floor beside him, your head leaning on his shoulder. His head slumped against yours in defeat.

“How did I fuck this up so bad?” he asked you. You didn't answer. You didn't need to. “I wish I had a time machine, like that car in that movie, back to the future,,, or that hot tub in that stupid movie Benny made me watch.” he started, his voice calming. “I wish I could go back to when I first met you and tell you how I felt about you. I wish I had told you I loved you the moment I saw you. I wish I'd never let Will or Santiago have the chance to fuck you before I did. Maybe then you would be the one carrying my child right now and not her.”

You let his words hang in the air. You wished more than anything that things could be different right now but they weren't. Frankie had a drug addiction. He had cheated on his girlfriend with you. He had promised you he would leave her but he didn't. Instead he had gotten her pregnant. You had been willing to over look so much for Frankie but for your own sake you couldn't do it anymore. There was a child involved now and there was no way you were gonna hang around and make this situation more difficult for everyone. “I'm gonna go to Italy.” you told him. He looked at you lost.

You had gotten the call that morning. You had been wondering all day whether or not you should take the job but now you saw it as the only option you had. You both needed space. Frankie needed to be there for Laura, for his kid and you couldn't be here as a temptation for him. “My supervisor called this morning about a job in Italy. I think I'm gonna go. I think we both just need some space away from each other to clear our heads.”

“How long?”

“I don't know. Could be a couple of months, could be longer.”

“I love you.” he said again after a moments silence, hoping it would change your mind, hoping it would make you stay.

“Promise me you'll get help Frankie.” was all you said. You were on the next flight to Italy the following morning.

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Make The First Move

George Weasley x Reader

BG: The Yule Ball is only a month away, but the boy you were hoping to ask you out still hasn’t make a move. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

(With guess appearances of Fred and Cedric)

This is an entry for @heloisedaphnebrightmore ’s 1k Followers Writing Challenge

Fluff prompt #1 “Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?”

Fluff prompt #6 “If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it.”

Trope #8 Friends to lovers

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y/n l/n is not a girly girl. You would categorize your fashion mentality to value comfort and functionality more than style.

Yes, during the weekends, you do tend to rock a graphic tee, jeans, soft sneakers and a outwear of choice, depending on what you’re feeling that day- be it a leather jacket, causal blazer to a denim jacket.

Hey in your defence, the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located isn’t exactly the warmest place, besides students are only allowed to wear casual clothes during the weekends.

But every now and then you do wanna pop on a skirt or a dress, especially when its warm outside.

This upcoming event though…. you, like everyone else is oh so very much do want to feel like a star! To feel elegant! Luxurious!

That’s right the Yule Ball is only a month away. It is all that is in every single student’s mind ever since it was announced. Who would their date to the ball be? What outfit would they wear?

A number of students had already picked their respective dates and dresses. However, a remaining select few have not done either- Like yourself. Time is running out and the pool of available potential partners is decreasing day by day.

You didn’t mind going alone, as long as you have a great time with friends, going alone it isn’t really a big deal. But there is a small childlike wishful thinking that wants to have a fairy tale experience.

It also isn’t helpful that you had started to develop feelings for a certain redheaded twin over the summer. You swear that he too felt the dynamic changed between the two of you- who knew that 3 weeks tinkering with joke shop ideas and fixing out the burrow’s garage could be so impactful.

Though now coming to think of it, could you have just read the signs all wrong? The lingering stares, the tighter and longer hugs… Could this be signs that he planning of ways to murder you? Because if this were all romantic signs, wouldn’t he have had asked you out to the ball by now? It was no secret that you hadn’t said yes to anyone yet.

So, what’s taking so long? George Weasley is one of the most confident and popular guys on campus. Surely, he wouldn’t chicken out or get nervous to ask you.

Right??

Pushing boy trouble aside, you focus back on the dress catalogue your mum had sent you earlier today.

Flipping through the pages, 2 dresses caught you eye. One was a short tule the other had a long side leg slit.

You were in the process of bookmarking the page when you felt the catalogue being pulled out of your grasp.

‘Hey!’ You instinctively shouted to the culprit.

‘What’s this?’ George said, turning to the front cover. ‘“Madam Bella’s Evening Gowns, Autumn/Winter 1994”’

‘Give it back George!’ You tried to take it from him, but he quickly held it above his head.

You stood on the bench in hopes to extend your reach. You could almost take hold-

‘Catch Freddie!’ Shouted George and threw it across the table.

Fred flipped to the dogeared pages. ‘Ahh..’ He was scanning through the choices you had circled. ‘Great choices indeed, my dear y/n!’

At first you weren’t sure if he was teasing you or being sincere.

That must had shown on your face as Fred continued, ‘I’m serious y/n/n!’ He placed his left hand on his heart and raise his right. ‘I swear! But you would look good in any dress anyway.’

You blushed at his compliment. ‘Thanks for the confidence boost Freddie.’

He hands back the catalogue to you, and as you took it, he whispered in your ear. ‘A little hint though,’ He shifts back a bit- now being face to face. ‘My vote is on the slit dress...’

Your brows scrunched together- was this boy seriously giving you fashion advice?

‘….I know George would like that..’ He steals a quick glance towards his twin, who has now turn bright red, both from being embarrassed and furious at him. ‘… I-I mean, it would match George’s dress robes.’

Fred sends you a final wink and bids you both goodbye.

You watch Fred exit the Great Hall, never letting him out of sight until he turns the corner. Which George to grateful for, as that had bought him time to calm his face down.

That was the one of the weirdest exchanges you’ve ever had yet, but you also couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to it.

George cleared his throat ‘So…y/n...Have you got a date yet?’

‘No why?’ You look over at him and you thought that you might give your hypothesis a try. Smirking hopefully, you asked ‘Are you gonna ask me?’

If you only knew what was going on inside of George’s head, the boy was panicking.

It was as if time slowed. Or it was because George’s thoughts are going a thousand miles a second.

Of course, he wanted to ask you to go with him!

But his brain was feeding him of insecurities. What if you didn’t want to go with him? What if you did say yes but only as a friend?

Plus, he didn’t want to ask you in front of all these people, thinking that you might be pressured by the crowd to agree.

No, he wanted to do it in a private, more intimate setting. Deserving of your beauty and grand place to confess his feelings.

He’d dream that in return you would say ‘Yes, I loved to go to the ball with you, George!’ and perhaps even say those 3 words he’s been dying to hear-more in the romantic nature than of friendship- and if he was lucky, maybe even share a kiss, that would be the best case scenario.

The worst-case scenario would be you rejecting him, possibly forever ruining the relationship with his best friend and having his heart broken- at least that case, nobody else would witness that.

‘Eh George?? Georgie?? Hello??’ You frantically wake a hand in front of him. ‘Earth to George Weasley!!!’

Great, when you finally had the courage to ask him to be your date-albeit indirectly- You broke him.

‘uuh.. I… I have to go...’ George looked like a deer caught in headlights

‘What?’

His eyes, dart upwards, thinking of an excuse. ‘Yes, I have to go… GO CLEAN MY SOCKS!’ Unfortunately, for him, in an uncharacteristic manner, he failed to think of a believable lie. ‘I’ll see you later!’

And with that he rushed out the Great Hall, leaving you once again gawking with a confused face at another Weasley twin.

You had your back against one of the rock formations near the Black lake, deciding which of the 2 dresses you would be wearing to the ball.

You were enjoying the last good sunny autumn days, taking in the sights of other students having a picnic on this beautiful Saturday. When suddenly a figure had landed right in front of you.

‘Ahhh!’ You had jumped in fright, causing you to slip a bit.

‘I got you, I got you!’ You felt arms holding you tight, preventing you from falling off the rocks.

Once you had regained your balance you check to see the perpetrator that had gave you a heart attack.

‘CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THAT!!’

The boy chuckled. ‘I know y/n/n, but I just couldn’t help it!’

You narrowed your eyes at him. Which made him laugh even more.

‘You know you love me.’ He gushed, bring you into a hug.

‘And that is my weakness’ Your reply being muffled by his shoulder. You Cedric were as close as brother and sister, having basically grew up together as both your families super close. Your father is best friends with his father and so are your mothers ever since their Hogwarts days. Therefore, naturally you and Cedric have a close bond too, being joined at the hip since birth-the only time part was the 3 months that you are older by.

It has been a while since you two had caught up with each other, him being busy with the Triwizard Tournament ofcourse.

‘Have you got any idea about the second task?’

‘Yeahh’ Cedric gulped.

You crocked a brow. Not buying his bullshit.

Cedric scratched the back of his neck. ‘Fine, I haven’t….’ Gazing towards the lake, he continued. ‘But I think it’s got something to do about the water.’

You take hold of his hand. ‘Hey, it’s alright. You’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out.’

‘Thanks y/n. I thought initially you wouldn’t be against me joining.’ He confessed.

‘You know I would support you no matter what. But don’t get me wrong, I’m worried for you Ced, always am. The tournament just upped it to level 1000! But I know that you have it in you to win this, to be the Triwizard Champion!’ You beamed. ‘Imagine that Ced, a Triwizard Champion in the family!’

‘It would be great, would it?’

‘Now to the matter at hand, The Yule Ball.’

‘What about it?’

‘Have you asked someone yet? You enquired.

‘Well there is this gorgeous lady that I’ve been meaning to ask…’ He hinted. ‘Though I am waiting for the right opportunity to ask her, you see everything has to be perfect!’

‘Awww, what an absolute sweetheart!’ You swooned.

Behind Cedric, you could have sworn that you saw someone in the trees. However, in your eagerness to know more of Cedric’s possible date, you brushed it off as the swaying of the branches and falling autumn leaves.

‘How about you? Has Mr. Beater asked you yet?’

You sighed. ‘Not exactly…’

Cedric leaned forward with hands on his chin, interested to hear more.

‘He asked if I had got a date yet, to which I said no. Then teased if he was gonna ask me.’ You recalled. ‘Then he froze. I guess I broke him, cause the next thing he said was that he’s got to go clean his socks.’

That had Cedric doubling over. ‘George really said that?!?!!?’ He had his arms wrapped around his stomach. ‘Clean his socks?!!??’

‘Yeah yeah yeah, laugh all you want Diggory. But you still hadn’t asked Cho out yet.’

‘Heyy! I told you I am waiting for the right moment!’

‘C’mon Ced, Sweet intentions aside. Cho has been declining offers to the ball, time is running out and I bet she is getting tired waiting for you to make a move, especially this close to the ball.’ You know how much Cedric likes Cho and hate to see him sad if and when Cho doesn’t get tired of waiting for him. ‘Sooner or later she might just say yes to some other guy, cause you’re talking so long!’

‘I’m sorry Cedric.’ You had realized that you projected your own frustrations on him. ‘I didn’t mean to go off on you like that.’

‘I know y/n, it’s alright really.’ He smiled, having come up with an idea ‘How about this, the next time you see George, YOU ask him out?’ He suggested.

‘ME?!?’

‘Yes.’ He insisted. ‘That why we would get a definite answer. And this time not more asking in an indirectly direct way. - We don’t want another system error in that head of his. Deal?’

‘Deal’

Picking up the discarded catalogue, he remarked. ‘Hmmm, I think that the long one would suit the occasion better, don’t you think? Being it a formal event and all.’

You agreed. ‘and you‘re not the first one to say that too.’ You muttered-more to yourself.

‘Huh?’

‘Nothing!’

‘So what color are you thinking? Blue or…’

‘Oh I got that all figured out! I was thinking that since the point of the Triwizard Tournament is school unity, I want the grown to be featuring my house colours.’

Fred had ran back to the Gryffindor dormitories as fast as he could. Glad to spot that his twin brother laying down on the bed.

As much as he enjoys teasing his siblings. He could no longer endure the obliviousness of his brother and y/n. He can no longer take the constant nonessential pining, especially when they obviously like each other.

Fred had been trying to get them together for the past month, but it seems that subtly pushing them to the right direction isn’t working. Which leaves him with no choice.

‘If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it’ Stated Fred.

‘What?’

‘I can’t take it anymore Georgie!’ He grabs his brother by the collar. ‘I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I KNOW YOU LIKE Y/N AND BELIEVE ME GEOGRE WHEN I SAY THAT SHE LIKES YOU BACK OKAY.’ Fred pleads, shaking George with each word. ‘AND YOU HAVE GOT TO MAKE A MOVE TODAY! NOW! ASK HER TO THE BALL BEFORE CEDRIC DOES.’

George now dizzy, mumbled. ‘What? How?.....How do you know this?’

‘I saw them together at the lake and me being the best brother that you have decided to eavesdrop.’ Fred admitted. ‘And guess what, Cedric plans to ask a gorgeous lady- y/n- to the yule ball but is just finding the perfect opportunity.’

‘Therefore, brother dearest, it’s only a matter of time til that happens. And I your very supportive wingman urge you to freaking ask y/n out RIGHT NOW before it’s too late.’

That news that Cedric might ask y/n to the ball before he does, had put George back into his senses.

In record time, George had tidy up his clothes and fixed his hair. ‘Right.’ He turned to Fred who was looking smug leaning on the door frame. ‘How do I look?’

‘Smashing.’

‘Great, Now get out of the way you prick.’

George was busy thinking on how to ask y/n out to the yule ball and possibly even side in the chance to ask to go on a date with him, when he accidentally bumped into someone.

‘Wooooahh careful George!’

Damnit! he thought, out of all the people in this huge school, he just had to bump into the one person he doesn’t want to see.

‘Diggory.’ George growled.

‘You two alright?’ Said a voice beside them.

In his annoyance towards Cedric, George hadn’t noticed that you were close by. ‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘Heyy’ Cedric interrupted. George had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. ‘I’ll see you later okay?’

Cedric kissed your forehead and whispered. ‘Good luck.’

This was is. George interpreted that sibling affection as you going out with Cedric to the ball.

Accepting defeat, he cleared his throat. ‘I guess imma go too-‘

‘Wait George!’ You held onto his arm to prevent him from leaving. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

‘Go ahead.’ Replied George, curious onto what it is that is so important to ask him.

‘Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?’

‘Hmm?’ George once again confused.

‘Gosh you are slow sometimes aren’t you.’ You chuckled. You take a step closer to him, coming up face to face. ‘George Weasley will you go to the ball with me?’

It took a second for George to believe what he was hearing. ‘YES!!’ He exclaimed then recomposed himself. ‘Yes, I would love to go to the ball with you.’

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he decided to take it one step further- cause what else has he got to lose? ‘Will you y/n l/n go on a date with me?’

You bring your arms to his neck, his him close. ‘I’d love nothing more.’ You grinned, pulling him into a long awaited kiss.

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