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Hiiii can we see some aisling/cullen and “getting a little tipsy, giggling together on the couch as they just ramble on about nonsense“? ✨

Hello!

Of course you can, I’m still not tired of the saps! >:3

Still in Modern time, DadWolf AU because COME AND STOP ME. (they started talking serious things by their own, I swear.) (the link to the song is a shortened version but... Well. The singer makes up for the shortness.)

Tis the prompt list.

Sweeter than Honey and Stronger than Steam(🎶)

getting a little tipsy, giggling together on the couch as they just ramble on about nonsense

“-and then… And then…!”

Aisling started to giggle before finishing her tale, wobbling on her feet and bumping Cullen’s side. Which, somehow, made her giggle all the more, and made him giggle as well. He shushed her and crossed her arm with his, to keep her steady -not that he was any less tipsy or walking much straighter, but maybe they would finally reach the door sustaining each other.

“Ssssssht, we’ll wake everyone up!” He whispered -it came out just a little muffled than his normal voice, actually.

“Weeeeeell it’s not my fault if they’re terribly dull and already sleeping! It’s Friday!” She declared, getting the chance to hug his arm with both of hers and rest her cheek on his upper arm, clutching him close to her chest. Too close, but he had one shot of whiskey too much to be embarrassed about it. He could be embarrassed tomorrow, he decided.

“Eh, I’m touching your boobs.”

“What boobs, did you find them? Can you tell them where I live and told them to please, get back, we can talk about it?”

It shouldn’t have been funny, but it was, and he laughed, making them wobble dangerously on the left, forcing Aisling to accommodate his movement as she laughed with him. She managed, somehow, to stop him and get back on track before they bumped into the wall, turning the pair of them aside so they could finally approach her door.

Cullen leaned on the wall, just beside it -if he had been more lucid he would have pined over the missing contact, but right now everything was nice and light and happy-, as she fumbled in her purse looking for her keys. She swore they were there when she got out, even checked if she had left the door open -she hadn’t- before fumbling more, tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth, very concentrated.

“Ah-ha!” She exclaimed, extracting and presenting her bunch of keys, a little plastic Pikachu and a teal ribbon hanging from the ring.

Finding the keyhole, tipsy as she was, was not the easiest task in the world, but she finally managed, giggling through it. One turn, two and three and four, and the door was open, revealing a dark interior. Calling for Sera -too loud, Cullen shushed her again- revealed that either her roommate was soundly asleep, or she was up and about causing her own kind of mayhem. And with that, Aisling turned towards him, fumbling with her own fingers and smiling.

“Well, it was very nice.”

“It was.”

“Thank you for… Well. For everything. And for walking me up here.” She said, giggling again as her eyes shot down.

He just shrugged, in all answer, not really needing her thanks for something so trivial.

A pause, maybe full of meaning, but it was hard to tell, the last drink made a haze of happiness fall over most of everything and his thoughts eluded him.

“Would you… I mean…”

“Yes?”

“Do you want some water? Or… I have some coffee. Or sweets, if Sera didn’t finish everything.”

“I…”

Cullen considered, trying to force himself to be more present. It could have been a first date. Or the second, depending on how one counted. A second half of a date when just one of them realized it was a date from the start? Well. Whatever that was, they were proceeding very, very slowly. He didn’t want to rush it, not with her, not with their baggage. Getting inside… It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been there before past sunset when she was alone. Except, that other one time when Dorian or Sera weren’t there she’s been crying and stressing herself over an exam. And they’ve been barely friends again. Surely not people who half-dated the other twice.

He considered, looking at her. She was the one dressed casual, this time, a pair of jeans and a sweater, with his tie hanging from her neck and comically long on her. She had borrowed it after half an hour, when he was forced to confess that yes, he intended taking her out on a date but forgot -was scared- to specify it. She was nervous, looking at him form below up in quick, shy glances. He shouldn’t.

By all means, it was soon and he shouldn’t.

“If I don’t bother you…”

She lit up, lips curling up in a big, happy smile. A real one, that reached her eyes and crinkled her nose. It wasn’t the first of the evening. She made way, switching lights on and wobbling in the kitchenette to fetch a couple of glasses. Cullen stepped in, closing the door behind him -and taking the keys from the outside to the inside hole, suddenly understanding why it took Aisling all but minutes to do so.

Not knowing what to do exactly, or where to put his hands -the thing seemed particularly amusing as he considered putting them in his pockets- he decided for the couch. The couch looked particularly comfy, right now, and in the haze of the booze it felt like the best option. He flopped on it with a groan, not caring one bit to sit properly and composed. His mother and Mia would have a fit, surely: slouching in the middle of a couch, legs spread wide open, not caring to take his jacket off not to wrinkle it. The elegant one, the one that Mia insisted made him look nice. Ironing it would be a pain in the ass, but he couldn’t care at the moment, letting his head fall back on the pillow.

“Comfy?”

Two minutes later, he was reached by Aisling, giggling as she asked him the obvious. He cracked just one eye open, smiling at her and… and noticing that if one hand held a jug of water, the other had its fingers closed on the long neck of a frozen bottle, filled with a yellow liquid, no label on.

“What is it?” He asked, as she placed a little clumsily everything on the coffee table, humming under her breath.

“Limoncello.”

“Limon- Why would you freeze some jello in a bottle?” He asked, seriously.

She laughed, hard and loud, retrieving a couple of glasses -two mismatched ones, but who could care, by now.

“No! It’s Tevene, it’s Limon-TCHello, not Limon-Jello!” She keeps laughing as she pours some of it in both glasses - just two fingers of dense, yellow liquid, some drops fell on the wood. “Here, we brewed it last year and brought it down from Minrathous, you have to try it.”

“You did this?” He asked, impressed, as he took the glass from her hand and smelled it.

“Yes. Well, Felix did the most of it, he was the one that cooked… Dorian didn’t help, tho, so it’s actually drinkable” She giggled, her smile faltering a little as she raised her glass and plopped on the couch as well, right beside him.

“If you helped it’s not much better…”

“Hey!” She swatted his shoulder, playfully. “I learnt to cook, how do you think we survived on our own?”

“Two weeks ago you asked me to bring you two food and the list was chips, instant noodles and bologna.”

“As if you didn’t like my bologna sandwich!” She giggled, scuddling closer. They were shoulder to shoulder now.

“Putting together a sandwhich isn’t cooking.”

“You do a better one than mortadella, crunchy salad and paté di olive and we can talk about it.”

“Ok, but you have to prepare me the pasta you and Dorian always complain that nobody can cook properly here.”

“You’re inviting me to dinner?” She asked, a glint in her eyes.

“Someone needs to check that you’re properly fed during finals…”

“Well, good sir, how could I refuse such a kind offer! A toast to seal it!” She giggled, raising her glass towards him as she, somehow, dug her way closer to his side.

“Cheers!” Cullen replied, chuckling as well.

“Cin cin!”

Their glasses clinked together, louder than necessary, and they both gobbled the shot down, at the same time. It wasn’t overly sweet, the tanginess of the lemons making the sugar deliciously balanced, the coldness of it making a great contrast with the heat of the alcohol that spread in his throat. It was good. Very, very good.

“Still can’t believe you made this.” He declared.

“Cross my heart it’s true.” She crossed her heart.

“Admit you used magic.” He giggled.

“I did not! On my honour!” She scoffed. “I didn’t even ask a Spirit for a recipe! I could have!”

“Sure.” He giggled more, slouching a little further on the couch. “Would it be very unproper for me to take off my shoes?”

She raised one eyebrow at him and just answered by flipping her own off, slipping the heels out with her toes and tossing the offending garment haphazardly on the side.

“Be my guest.”

“Put your service to the test?”

That’s when they started singing, giggling all through the song, both pointing their feet on the side of the coffee table and leaning against each other, automatically, years and years still kicking in even after so long. It’s comforting, in a way, it smells of normality and of warmth. At least until Aisling stops abruptly to sing and, after a moment that leaves Cullen in fear he overstepped, just moves her back out and with determination, grabs his wrist and moves his arm around her shoulders, cuddling in his side with a contented hum, head resting on his shoulder with a slightly excessive bump.

“Aaaaw, you’re still so warm.”

“I- what? Am I?”

“Yes. Always has been. Warm and cozy. Should have told you sooner, probably.”

“Why so?”

“Because maybe you’ll have placed your arm on my shoulders sooner, and I quite like this.”

He chuckled, hugging her tighter against his side.

“You were the one to do it, tho.”

“Do you mind it?”

“No. I… I wanted to.”

“Ok. We’ll pretend you did it first. It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone.”

More laughing and giggling, as Aisling shifted a little on her side, bringing her feet close to Cullen’s on the side of the table, her thighs delicately resting against his. She sighed, happily, and they went on talking of nothing and everything for some minutes more. Water completely forgotten as none really wished to move from where they were. They stopped speaking, after a while. Comfy together as they’d never been in years and years, both relishing in the sensation and slowly slipping to drowsiness.

“Cullen?” Aisling asked, after a while.

“Mh?”

“Why you didn’t told me right away when you sent your application to the Academy?”

Silence. Cullen contracted, and Aisling took it as a clue to move away, not wanting to make him uneasier than he was. He, tho, was of another opinion: he just contracted his arm and kept her closer, putting a little force to contrast her movement, at first, and let her know she didn’t have to. She stilled.

“I… I knew you would have been sad. I didn’t want to spend the last months together so much with you crying, or sad for me or….�� He sighed, heavily. “I was so stupid. I should have told you, I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head on his chest.

“No, you weren’t. You’ve never been stupid, silly.”

“No?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“And in Kirkwall?”

Aisling moves up her face to look at him in the eyes without moving too much. She pouts, very emphatically.

“You’ve been an asshole. I know the reasons now, but still.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’m sorry too.”

“For what?”

“For being so rude and mean to you, back then. You were in a stressful position and… And I only added to it. And for what.”

Cullen huffed, slouching down more on the couch, slightly towards his left.

“I shouldn’t have asked you for your permit so many times. I shouldn’t have asked you for your permit at all, that was a stupid idea and I just… Kept it on.”

“You did what they told you to.”

“It’s not an excuse.”

“No. It is not, but you’ve been working on it, and that counts. Same for me. Not an excuse to have been such a pain in the ass and challenging you every five minutes with no need.”

“I-”

“We’re both sorry or no one is, ok?”

She concluded, bumping her head again against him. She centred his collarbone and it hurt a little, but it made his chest fill with warmth. Not enough to cancel years of things he regret now, but… Enough to scratch the point of the iceberg and let begones be gone. With her at least, and knowing she wasn’t still sulking and forgetting over that terrible couple of months…

“What are we?”

“Uh?”

Alcohol was speaking now: Cullen closed his eyes, taking full advantage of being still tipsy and more loose, every paranoia and sensation dulled and making him bolder. For a minute, he was back at being a very awkward and terrified teenager unsure about himself, terrified at losing one of his best friends by confessing. And yet, he’s thirty, and even if awkwardness never went really away, and fear is still there, he owed it to his younger self. Or maybe, it was really the lemon liquor taking full control of him. He could regret it in the morning, tho. For now, he just swallowed, before going on.

“It was… Ah, this should have been our second date, if… Ah-”

“Cullen you don’t have to-”

“No.” He stops her, fingers clutching slightly around her bicep, trying to be reassuring about it. “I- I have to. I meant it as a date after… Well, after last time when you meant it as a date and I didn’t. I…. I never thought it could… That you could- I mean-”

And that was, apparently, the limit of getting tipsy to get brave. Yes, sure, he had the guts to make such a speech in the first place, and yet logic eluded him, words scampering away even more than usual. She didn’t do anything, she just stayed there and waited for him to be ready, patiently. It didn’t make things easier.

“… I understand if you think you’d rather… Not go there. Stay friends. I know I didn’t act like I did for 10 years, but I’d really be happy in being just your friend. I just…” Another glomp. “…I- I just want to know where we stand.”

It was her turn to be silent about it. She took one full minute, that lasted at least a year for Cullen. He hoped she couldn’t hear the heavy thumping of his heart against his ribcage. That her hand clutch tightly over the fabric of his shirt could be either good or bad.

“Take me out on a third date.” She says, at long last, voice soft.

“I- What?” He asked, with disbelief, shifting a little away to look at her, dumbfounded.

“I said…” She turned, pressing her front against his side, an arm bending and resting over his torso and her chin propped on the back of the hand. Close. Too close. And smiling, eyes bright. “… I said, take me out on a third date. Ask me properly and specify it’s a date. Organise something, tell me if I should dress fancy or not, and we’ll see how it goes, if it feels weird or not, ok?”

“Did it… Was it weird? What we did today or… the other time?”

“I wore heels and you were in a plaid shirt and Timberland, and brought me to a pub!” She laughed. “It was embarrassing, I thought I misread the situation.”

“I didn’t want to assume you… Well… We’re even now, I’d say.” He laughed as well, tugging at his tie still on her neck, delicately.

“We are. And that’s exactly why we need a third date when we’re both on the same line of thought. The data champion is still too narrow for a significant analysis.”

“Are you going to treat this like a scientific experiment?”

“Yup.”

“Do you plan to use lasers or magic?”

“I didn’t peg you for being kinky, Rutherford, but if you ask nicely…”

She grinned, and he laughed, his head falling behind as he fell back fully, propping himself on the armrest. Not that it was particularly funny, but the whole of the situation, beer and whiskey made it so. She followed, both in laughing, both in shifting forward to stay where she was. The couch is too narrow for them both to lay on their sides, and forced her to lay on his side. Which she did, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, arms crossed on his side and a leg falling over his. Weird, maybe too intimate if they hadn’t been past enough whiskey to make it cool.

“So, it’s a yes, Rutherford?”

“Are you free next Friday, Lavellan?”

“Fancy or casual?”

“Let me stop being tipsy and I’ll let you know, I don’t think I’d plan anything we’d like tomorrow, right now.”

“By all means, tell me all about it!”

She laughed, again, and he told her. Silly plans, undoable things that required too much preparation, time they didn’t have or taking planes, or were just nice, silly ideas in theory that badly would have translated into practice and made them both keep on giggling and laughing.

Cullen, in the end, forgot he should have gone home.

When Sera got back, a couple of hours later, she found them still on the couch, asleep in each other arms and smiling goofily, Aisling drooling over Cullen’s shirt. She spread the blanket over them both, brought the limoncello back to the freezer, and left them a note, before going to sleep.

House rule number 6: no smooching in common areas! But since you’ll both wake up with a hell of a back pain, you oldies, for this time I forgive you Wiseshit, the dishwashing turns stays the same. *a doodle of Sera with a ermine cloak and a crown on her head, smiling graciously amongst sparkles and little stars and bees. A baloon says "Ain't I magnanimitous"*

A note in a very bad cursive was slipped, the next morning, under Sera’s door:

You’re the best roommate in the world, Your Anarchical Majesty, please do tell Dorian I told you so if he asks. <3 Some possibility of smooching next Friday, hopefully. Tell me if you have plans too, so we can find some accommodation, and if it goes well I’ll wash all the dishes for the next two weeks, promise. … Wow, I am looking forward to wash the dishes for two weeks, I think I got it as bad as my back feels right now. (this don’t tell Dorian, I’d love to live my life without his constant mocking) Pizza for dinner? A. *a very stylized doodle of Aisling as an old lady, curved on her back, a hand on a cane, the other on her back, a chagrined expression on her face. “I’m old indeed, alas!” says a balloon near her head.*

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dadwolf au #dragon age fic #cullavellan #cullen x lavellan #modern au #writing petrel #sera

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tubbietommo · 1 year

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hearmeoutno · 2 years

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Chapter 5: The Nina Project

(14:07)

As Eddie is rummaging through Rick's house on the hunt for food, Mack is searching the kitchen for another good weapon. Turns out stabbing a wooden pole to practice is *not* good for a stainless steel blade! Who'd have thought! Definently not Eddie who warned her multiple times before the blade snapped.

Eddie opens a cupboard and holds up a can.

"Spaghetti O's?"

"Will do I guess. Hey what if I use a meat cleaver? Is that a good weapon?"

Why there's a meat cleaver in a druggie's house, no one knows, but a knife is a knife right?

"Hmm, it's hard to stab with. You can only chop, we don't wanna murder someone."

"We don't?"

With a sly grin she puts the cleaver back and rambling on whole waiting for Eddie to finish up cooking lunch.

"We're already fighting a Jason, why don't we give voorhees a little trick out of his own book?... wait does he even ever use a meat cleaver?"

When they're eating their shared portion and Mack shuts up about a machete wheeling hockey mask wearing guy, Eddie picks up the walkie talkie

"Hey Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished. You there? Dustin, can you hear me? Dustin? Earth to Dustin."

"He's not picking up dude, quit draining the battery."

And that's when Nancy answerd. God damnit. Can Mack ever have the chance of setting a point?

"Hey it's Nancy."

Eddie turns to Mack with a grin on his face

"You said, Mackenzie?"

"Shut up and answer."

Laughing, he responds to Nancy

"Wheeler! Hey. Um, we're gonna need a food delivery, like really soon, unless you want me going out into the world."

"No. No, no, no. Don't do that. Just, stay where you are, and we'll be there as soon as we can."

Apparently 5 seconds or so is enough to have Eddie bored, looking out of the window

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, um... can you pick me up a six-pack? I know, it's stupid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves."

Oh no, Mack thinks, he's not getting away with alcohol for himself without Mack getting a treat to

"ASK FOR A GODDAMN PACK OF MARLBOROS TOO!"

sighing, Eddie talks into the walkie talkie

"And a pack of Marlboros for Mack, please?"

"Hey, I'm gonna have to call you back. "

"No, don't you da- Wheeler? Wheeler?"

Eddie hears hysterical laughter from the kitchen and goes back.

"She really hung up on you, on a walkie talkie!"

"Yeah yeah, at least be happy I got us a six-pack and cigarettes."

"Oh so now you're calling Steve six-pack? Pretty weird nickname, but hey you do you."

She says the last sentence with a wink and Eddie rolls his eyes, walking to the living room and sitting down. This is going to be a long day.

...

(48:58)

"Shit. Shit. Into the boat, we've got company"

Eddie rushes to the side window and keeps a view of the group, Mack standing next to him.

"And our escape plan?"

"Leave it, hide, shut up."

As she reluctantly gets in the boat, she can't help but feel a tiny bit grateful that they're not attacking. Clutching the kitchen knife she eventually picked, she anxiously looks over to the side-door she will be escaping through. It's too risky sticking together. If they catch one, they catch the other and then it's game over.

"Hey, Dustin. You there? It's Eddie. You remember me, right? Hey, if anyone's there, I really think I might be in a bit of trouble here. Okay? Wheeler? Anybody?!"

"We should've never gone into that GODDAMN house."

...

(1:05:00)

"How. Long. Have. They. Been. There. Can't they just leave?"

"Ssssssht, shut Mack. This isn't looking good for us. Euhm, get ready to run, you know the back door. Remember mee-"

"Meet as Skull rock, I know. Look you've told me to get ready to run 6 times already, I got this."

Eddie sees Jason look out the window, probably to the boat house and nervously presses the button on the walkie talkie.

"Dustin? Please. Are... are you there? Never mind."

"What are you doing?"

Eddie runs to get everything ready to leave in the boat. He takes the walkie talkie with him and looks Mack right in the eyes.

"Our escape plan. Run Ryans, I'm serious they are coming in the next few minutes. And please for the love of god don't drop your tapes and blow our cover."

"Meet you at Skull rock Eds"

"Meet you there."

As Eddie drives the boat away, Mack start walking into the forest to try and spare energy, that's when she hears a metal door get flung open. Without hesitation she runs, with no care in the world if they are onto her or not, she just runs. Looking over the water she sees Eddie in the boat, hoping he'll get to skull rock safely.

Why does she still have a knife? Who knows, but having the meat cleaver would've really came in handy right now. Running through bushes she stops suddenly, hearing someone trying to run an engine. She hides as she looks at where the sound was coming from.

"I told that fucker, he doesn't know how to start a fucking boat."

Anxiously she watches Eddie try and fail to start the boat and eventually give up as two people jump into the water. Filled with stress she freezes and looks at the scene in front of her. And that's when it happens. One guy shoots up from the water, levitating like Chrissy did. She doesn't need to watch to know what's happening next so she runs again, to Skull rock we go.

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(Original dialogue)

Sitting against the rock in fear, she clutches her knee to her chest, her ankle aching after a nasty fall that left her jeans and knee fucked too. She managed to keep all her tapes on her person and is listening to the mixtape her best friend from back in Illinois made her, leaving one ear free to stay aware of her surroundings. Eddie isn't here yet, nor can she see him in the water. What if he drowned?

She hears a twig snap behind her and jumps up with the knife in hand.

"Who's there? I'll fucking murder you, leave me alone!"

"Hey chill out, it's just a freak"

It's Eddie, soaking wet Eddie, but its Eddie.

"You have no idea how fuckin worried I was!"

She drops the knife and hops over to Eddie to hug him, relieved that she's not alone anymore. They sit down against the rock, play one of Mack's casettes and fall asleep.

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Well hello there fellow gays, hope you enjoyed some more Mackenzie lore! Again, the usual shit, pls give me some feedback and criticism and have a great day/night! :)

You can expect a new chapter tomorrow because this is just a coping mechanism at this point-

Missed the previous chapters? I put them here for you! :)

Can't get enough? Here's the other chapters!

#st oc #oc #dustin henderson #strangerthings 4 #stranger things #rewrite #steve harrington × eddie munson #they are so gay omfg #gay #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington

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veethe · 3 years

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Hey bagel, just wanted u to know that I think you’re really attractive. That’s all, keep living your life with that info!

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#ssssssht #i had to do this #you called him bagel #thats a no goooo!! 😱😱#noone knows of that nickname! x)#i saved you from him going enrage 🤣#thank you tho #thats really sweet!!

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occultsleutha · 4 years

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❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜

a softer world | @adentincrime

john’s cigarette butt makes a loud ‘ssssssht’ when he presses it, a little too roughly, into the ash tray. the smoke clouds, trails, dissipates, and when the veil between him and two-face is lifted, he finally exhales his last drag, creating another, eyes narrowing to his pint on the table. he hears two-face, but he’s not really in the mood to talk about this shit right now. he’s not drunk enough ( he’s never drunk enough ), and he hates that little, unsettled rattle in his gut whenever he has to face the grand existentialism of john constantine. he wants to brush it off with something sarcastic, deflect it with something flirty... but for a moment he thinks, bitterly, of course two-face would think that. after all, he never dares goes against his precious fate; he romanticizes it, like it’s some kind of bloody salvation - falls in line with it no different than the religious nuts yelling about the end of days, clutching scriptures and beads like it means anything.

john hates that - or maybe he envies it. how less tired would he be if he could just... let go of the fight? he knows he can’t, though. he’s never had that choice.

he should be so fucking lucky.

“well, when i find me ‘ands full with things i’ve no use for, i just toss ‘em back---easy-peasy, like.” john says, with that practiced nonchalance as he slides his glass closer to himself to down the whole fucking thing. then he pulls back with a grin he doesn’t mean, but he guesses he likes harvey enough to not turn the night into an absolute pissing contest of pessimism.

even if newcastle has started nagging the back of his mind, trying to get him to acknowledge how that’s the one fate he couldn’t quite shake.

“so everythin’ i ‘ave is ‘cause i went out n’ took it. that way, at least if there’s consequences then, i’ve right earned ‘em, eh?”

#adentincrime #( inbox. )

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sintlutgart1v1 · 2 years

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Ssssssht! Ik lees… Het is deze week extra gezellig geworden in onze leeshoek met vrolijke nieuwe kussentjes en een bijzondere lees-lamp. De kinderen in de klas genieten er erg van om samen met een leesvriendje (knuffel) een gezellig plekje in de kring te zoeken om een leuk boekje te lezen.

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dwarfwizard-from-panem · 6 years

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Prince Charming. || George Weasley x reader.

Title: Prince Charming.

Pairings: George Weasley x reader

Wordcount: 2.8k.

Warnings: Fluff.

Request:

a story with george weasley! from the prompt list: 1 , 2 , 6 , 9 , 33! You can use (y/n)!! (Y/n) is a hufflepuff but is in the same year as george! She has feelings for george but doesn't want show them. So one day she has to help george at sth for school so they would study together and george would start to flirt with her! @dontwearitoutt

Authors Note:

Thank you for your request! It really enjoyed writing it, so thank you for giving me this chance. I hope that the story is in line with what you wanted and that you’ll enjoy reading it! I must say I made it very very long, hope you don’t mind that. But okay, I’m gonna stop talking and let you read. So take a seat my dear and let the magic happen! Lots of love! X

Summary: Reader is in love with George Weasley but doesn’t dare to admit it. When she helps George with his homework he starts to flirt with her.

Prompts:

1. Excuse me, but who are you?

2. I told you I would make your dreams come true.

6. Can you just be quiet for a moment?!

9. Can I have one kiss?

33. Teach me how to do it.

“Okay, okay. Would you rather go swimming with Draco Malfoy or have detention with George Weasley?” your best friend asked. You rolled your eyes. “You already know the answer..” you said and giggled a bit.

“Yes I do, but I want to hear you say it again!” she said with a grin.

You sighed and said: “I would rather have detention with George..”

“I knew it!” she said and clapped in her hands.

“So when are you going to move?” she asked.

“Uh never?!” you replied immediately.

“What?”

“I’m never gonna make a move. I don’t even know how to make a move. I’m a total loser if it becomes to boyfriends and relationships?!”

“And you think that George is a master in relationships?”

“Well.. He has a lot of girlfriends! Every girl likes him! Besides he knows how to kiss properly.”

Your friend started to laugh. It was no surprise you could tell her in order who had been dating your crush. Sadly enough you knew he would never lay eyes on you. You’re a Hufflepuff and you had just a few classes with Gryffindor. You’ve tried a several times to catch George his attention, but you’re too subtle. Every time when you crossed him in the hallway, you smiled to him. But he was too busy with his pranks to even notice. You’ve never been pranked and most of the people would call you crazy, but you’re waiting for the moment to get pranked by George. Just to have a bit of his attention. But then again … it would never happen.

“You’re dreaming again” your friend said and clapped in her hands to get your attention back.

“I’m sorry!” you mumbled.

“You’re hopelessly waiting to get kissed by George, also known as your Prince Charming! Girl, something needs to happen here!”

The next day you and your friend walked to the hot-houses. You were always excited for the lessons Herbology, because you had these lessons with Gryffindor. That meant that you would see George again ! The lessons started and it was difficult for you to concentrate because from the place you’re sitting, you could see George very good!

Professor Sprout had given you a lot of homework. After dinner you and your friend went to the library to do your homework. When you both entered the library you saw someone sitting on the place where you usually sit. George.

Your cheeks turned red and you wanted to ran away. But then you realized that George wouldn’t even notice you. So you tried to find another table to sit at. You and your friend took a seat on another table and from the place you were sitting, you could watch George working on his homework. George looked up and your eyes crossed each other. You smiled carefully and looked back to your books. George smiled back and worked further on his work.

After a few minutes you heard George sigh, he pushed his book away and threw his hands in the air. He looked around and sighed again. You looked up and saw how he took his book back and tried to work again.

“Ask if he needs help..” your friend whispered to you.

“No?!” you said and tried to work again.

“Y/N, this is your chance! I can see he’s doing the same thing as you. He’s working on Spout’s homework. Come on girl!” she said and pushed you.

You stood up and walked over to George, very subtle you tried to see what he was doing. Your friend was right, he was also working on the homework of Professor Sprout. You stood behind him and give your friend a hopeless look. She made a gesture to you, to say that you had to hurry up a bit. You took a deep breath and tapped carefully on George his shoulder. He looked up and gave you a smile that made your knees weak. You coughed and started to speak:

“I see you’re working on the homework of Professor Sprout. Do you need any help?” You we’re dying inside, worried about how he would react. But you remained calm.

He blinked a few times and said: “Well.. there’s one thing that I don’t quite understand..”. He showed you his papers. “I don’t know where I can find this information..” he explained.

You took his papers and started to read. While you’re reading you walked to a bookshelf and took a few books. George followed you with his eyes and waited until you came back.

“This books will give you more information!” you said.

You helped him finding the right pages and started to explain some other things when George interrupted you.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” he asked. His reaction made you a bit sad, but you didn’t show it.

“I’m Y/N. We have Herbology together”, you said and smiled. You stared at each other for a moment. It came a bit awkward, so you broke the silence by saying: “Think you can manage it on your own now!” George thanked you and went further with working on his homework. You went back to your table.

“And how did it goes?” your friend asked.

“I just helped him with the books, that’s all!”

Your friend rolled her eyes and sighed.

After a while you saw someone sit in front of you. You looked up and saw George.

“Hi!” he said with a smile.

“Hi?” you said back and started to write again.

Your friend smiled and knew that it was better to leave. So she took her stuff and said: “I’m done with my work Y/N. I guess I’ll see you later?”

You came a bit nervous and looked at her. “Well..” you mumbled.

“Good, see ya!” she said and left.

You looked to George and smiled. He smiled back.

“Is there something I can do for you?” you asked.

“Why did you help me?” he asked.

“Well.. because.. well …” you stuttered. George grinned.

“Because you were sighing all the time. It irritated me a bit”, you said. George blinked a few times.

“Oh really, so you think I’m annoying?”

“I didn’t say that?”

“Yes you did my love”,

You rolled your eyes and tried to work again. But you couldn’t, you repeated his last sentence over and over again in your head.

“You’re the first lady that thinks I’m annoying”, he kept on talking. “That really hurts you know!”

“Well sorry that I hurt your feelings then”, you said while writing.

“Y/N what I can do to prove you that I’m not that annoying?” he asked.

“Oh but you don’t need me to prove that! It’s okay”, you said.

It was quiet for a few seconds. But then George started to talk again.

“Do you know you have nice fingers?”

“What?”

“You have nice fingers”, he said and took your hand.

“Long, small fingers”, he said and played with your fingers.

At first you didn’t know what to say, but then you realized people could see that George held your hand. You took your hand carefully back and tried to focus again on your homework.

“Your hair is also pretty! I like girls with Y/H/C hair”, he said.

“George, can you just be quiet for a moment?!” you asked. You enjoyed having his attention, but you wouldn’t make it too obvious for him. Besides you really wanted to finish your homework!

“Okay I’m sorry!” he said.

“Do you have a lot to do?” he asked a few minutes later.

“I’m almost finished” you mumbled.

You closed your books and looked at George who was still waiting for you. “I’m finished” you said and started to pack your things. When you got everything you stood up and walked away.

“Oi Y/N! Wait!” you heard George yell after you.

“SSSSSSHT!” you heard madame Pince say.

“Sorry!” you mouthed to her. George took his books and followed you outside.

“What do you want in return for your help?” he asked.

“Nothing!” you said and walked to your common room.

“Oh come on love! Just ask. What do you want? I can make all your dreams come true!” he said and followed you.

You started to giggle. “Yeah right!”

“It’s true! What do you want?”

You stopped walking and looked to George. “What I want?” you asked and he nodded his head. “You can’t give me what I want” you said and smiled weakly.

“Oh yes I do!”

“No you can’t George. Good night!” you said and went to your room.

“What? Tell me again!” your best friend said – it was more like shouting.

You sighed and told her everything about your conversation with George.

“Y/N, you’re so stupid! You had to ask him for a kiss!”

“Are you crazy?!”

“Of course not. He said he would give you everything what you wanted. You want a kiss from him, sooooo..”

“You’re so annoying sometimes..”

A week later you and your best friend walked back to the hot-houses. George saw you entering and waved at you. Your friend nudged subtle. You gave George a little smile and took a seat next to your friend.

“Well.. guess he knows really well who you are!” your friend said.

“Shut up, I’m so nervous!” you whispered.

After the lessons you and your friend walked over the field back to the castle. George came walking next to you.

“Hi!” he said to you and your friend.

“Hi!” said your friend immediately.

“Would you mind it to give Y/N and me a little talk?” he asked your friend and winked at her.

Your friend shook her head and walked away. You looked at George. “What’s wrong? Having trouble again with your homework?”

George smiled. “A little bit..” he said. “Can we meet each other again in the library? Same table, same chair, same time?” he asked.

“Oh.. well yeah, of course.. I guess” you stuttered.

He smiled and stroked gently your cheek.

“See you tonight my love!”

“I think we’re done with this homework” you said and yawned.

“You’re so cute” George said.

You blinked and looked at him. “Well.. thanks? I guess..” you mumbled and stood up.

“Leaving already?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a bit late and we’re done with your homework so..”

“So.. let’s have some quality time!”

He made a gesture to you to sit again.

“Okay. I sit, what now?” you asked and crossed your arms.

“When was the last time you did something crazy?”

“Something crazy? What do you mean with something crazy?”

“Drink a beer on a school day or dance naked in the snow .. “

“Have you ever danced naked in the snow?”

“Of course I did, you should do it too. That’s real fun!”

It was silent for a while.

“So when was the last time you did something crazy?” he asked again.

“I never do something crazy..” you said.

“What?” he asked.

“No, I just live my life in a very uncrazy way. I just do my homework, go to my bed on the right time, eat healthy. And in the meantime I’m waiting for my prince charming to come and give me my first kiss!” you said. “I’m totally fine with that by the way! I mean waiting for my prince charming to come.. so.”

“Seriously? You believe in a prince charming?”

“Yes? What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing” he said and grinned. “So you’ve never been kissed?”

“No?”

“So you’ve never kissed someone first?”

“No, no one asked me to do that so..?”

“And that’s like some of your dreams right? To be kissed by your prince charming?” he asked.

“Well.. yes!” you said confident.

“Okay..” he said.

You felt a bit stupid about that confession, so you stood up again.

“Guess it’s better that I leave..” You left the library and knew that George followed you.

“Y/N ! Wait!” he said and took your hand.

“I’m not letting you go now! Not now that I know all of this. I’m gonna let you do something crazy tonight!” he said.

“I’m not gonna dance naked..” you warned him.

George laughed. “We can do that later! Come with me!” he said, took your hand and ran to the clock tower.

“What are we doing here?” you asked.

“Don’t you like it here?”

“Yes, but what are we doing here?”

He looked at you and his eyes sparkled.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, George?”

“You would do everything for me don’t you?”

“What? No, of course not!” you said.

“But you helped me with my homework and with my studying?”

“Yes, but that’s.. that! I mean if you would ask me to dance naked I wouldn’t do that?!”

“Are there other things that you wouldn’t do even if I asked it?”

You thought about that for a while. “I can’t think about anything else..”

“So I can ask you anything?”

“I guess so?”

“Okay.. Can I have one kiss?”

Your cheeks turned red. “A kiss?” you asked confused.

“Yes, a kiss”,

You stared at him, not knowing what he just had asked.

“Where?” you whispered.

George started to laugh.

“Where do normal people give each other a kiss?”

“On the cheeks?” you said. He started to laugh louder.

“What?” you asked a bit irritated. “Look if you brought me up here to laugh with me, then I’m leaving!” you said harsh. You turned around and wanted to leave when George pulled you against him.

“Okay I’m sorry Y/N! But give me one kiss, on the lips!”

“Why?”

“Just for fun!”

“What’s so funny about being kissed by a stranger?”

“That’s what I meant with something crazy! You don’t know me, I don’t know you. So let’s kiss”,

“I can’t kiss!”

“Yes you can!”

“No I can’t!”

“Fine I’ll find someone else to kiss me then”, he said and let you go. George walked to the stairs and was about to leave when you heard your friend her words in your head: “So when are you going to move?” – “You’re hopelessly waiting to get kissed by George, also known as your Prince Charming!”

You sighed, this was your only chance. Tonight you could be kissed by your Prince Charming.. You gathered all your courage and said really confident:

“Teach me how to do it”,

George turned his head and smirked.

“What?”

“Teach me how I have to kiss someone properly”,

George came closer and stroked your cheek. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you closer. Your eyes we’re locked and when you saw George leaning in, you decided to close your eyes.

“This is how you kiss..” he whispered and kissed you on the lips.

A tickly feeling grew in your stomach. You felt how your knees became weak and for a moment you thought you would faint. Kissing George was better than your imagination.

Suddenly you felt how his tongue asked for entrance. You opened your mouth and let him in. George took your arms and wrapped them around his neck.

Suddenly George stopped kissing you. He looked at you and smiled.

“What?” you asked.

“Not bad for someone who’d never kissed before,” he said with a grin and gave you another kiss on the lips.

Your cheeks turned red.

“I spoke with your friend a few days ago..” Your eyes got bigger. “What did she tell you?”

“Nothing special. She just told me something about your Prince Charming..”

“What..? But..? Liar!” you said with a smile. “I just told you today something about my Prince Charming.. It’s not possible that you had that conversation with her? You didn’t even know about my Prince – Charming – dream … ”

“Oh yes it can. Remember that I asked you what I could give you in return for you help?”

“Yes?”

“Well.. I asked your friend what I could do to thank you. Guess that your friend has more guts to tell me the truth than you …”

“This is so embarrassing..” you said and tried to hide your face.

“No not at all! Because right now it’s crystal clear that we want the same”,

“What do you mean?”

“Tell me your dream. What do you really want, what do you really wish?”

“Find my prince charming who gives me my first kiss..” you said carefully.

“Now.. who is your Prince charming?” he asked.

You looked to the ground, not daring to look him in the eyes and whispered: “You.”

George smiled and lifted your chin up.

“I told you I would make your dreams come true.. And you’re doing the same for me my princess..” he said and kissed you again on the lips.

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