#george fluff

There you were, laughing and talking with your friends

They hugged you and handed you small wrapped gifts with even smaller bows on top

And he knew then: he forgot your birthday

Out of all the things he could have forgotten, he forgot this ?!

And the worst part: he already had the perfect idea for your gift

But now he doesn't have anything and just stands there like an idiot, completely frozen

It's a wonder no one has noticed or bumped into him yet

George's fight or flight instincts are kicking in and he comes to the conclusion that he needs to get out of there to think of a last minute gift idea

But too late, your eyes locked with his in that exact moment

Oh, how he would love to dissolve into thin air right now

Or to apparate out of here, but Hermione's voice tells him "You cannot apparate inside Hogwarts!"

Yeah, that becomes evidently clear this second

You smile at him from the distance, sending him a gentle wave

George decides that it is time for the fight mode to be activated and he puts on his best poker face before casually strolling towards you

When he reaches you, his heart beats against his chest, something that only you are able to do to him

For a moment it is very awkward

George is too stunned by your beauty that he can't even formulate a coherent sentence

Your hair is adorned by a cute bow, in the colors of your house, and your hair is made into a beautiful hairstlye, your stunning eyes looking up at him

Finally, he manages to congratulate you and you hug each other tightly

Before you can sit down again, however, he grabs your hand and leads you a bit further away from the table and - specifically - your friends

"Do you want to go out with me?"

George would very much like to slap himself the moment those words leave his mouth

And apparently, you are just as stunned as he is

"O-On a date, I mean."

Good save, he thinks to himself

Only now does he notice how his heart is going crazy inside his chest and his hands are getting sweaty

But the smile you answer him with makes him forget everything

The loud voices around you? Gone

"What?"

You giggle, squeezing his hands a bit tighter

"I said that I would very much like to go out with you. On a date."

You are teasing him, he knows that

And he absolutely loves it

He can't stop a big smile from spreading on his face now and he notices a slight blush on your cheeks as well

Only after you left to go back to your friends does he realize the meaning behind your words

George actually has a date with you

Now he needs to make sure it is the best date the whole Wizarding World has ever witnessed to make up for the lack of an actual gift

What he doesn't know, however, is that you immediately saw through him and knew that he forgot

"I’d like you both to meet my nephew, Michael!" Phil smiles, patting the back of a small child who's staring at his feet and tugging the bottom of his shirt. "Sorry to spring it on you two, but you’ll have to babysit him today."

You and George quickly share a look before Phil tacks on, "Don’t worry, he’s very well behaved." Another look was shared between you too, causing Phil to sigh and concede, "Fine, you can pick first for next week’s shifts."

You squat down beside the boy and give him a gentle smile. "Hi Michael, my name’s Y/n!"

The boy barely glances up at you and only mutters a polite "Hello Y/n."

George mirrors your stance and sends a small smile your way. "Hey buddy! Do you like coloring?"

Michael’s head snaps up as his eyes widen. You can't help but let out a slight laugh at his cute expression.

Both boys tear off towards the stairs as you shout a "Be careful!" after them. The sound of a tumble and then soft crying spurs a sigh from Phil. "Maybe you should get on that."

Right.

At the bottom of the stairs sat a crying Michael and an equally panicked George, who was desperately trying to calm the boy. Michael reached his tiny hands towards you and you brought the small boy into your arms in an attempt to comfort him.

One ice pack and two lollipops later, Michael was as happy as could be. He's perched on a comically large stool, swinging his feet back and forth as he draws next to your coworker.

"George! Why aren’t you drawing? You said you would help!" Michael whines a bit at the boy beside him.

Placing your hand on George’s head and ruffling his hair, you laugh. "That’s because pretty boy over here can’t tell his colors apart. Think you can teach him the colors, Michael?"

The boy’s face splits into a grin as he launches into an animated explanation of the rainbow.

The sound of the front door opening brings you back to the register. After checking out the customer, you feel a slight tug on your pants and look down to find a patiently waiting Michael. Once again, the boy reaches his hands up and you lift him into your grasp.

You give George a questioning look, but find no answer when he mirrors your confusion. Michael pokes your cheek to get your attention, holding a hand up next to your ear.

Leaning towards you, Michael asks, in the loudest whisper you’ve ever heard, "Is George your boyfriend?"

You can feel the shock run through your body at that moment. If you weren’t so utterly confused by this fever dream situation, you’d honestly be impressed by the fact that you didn’t drop the boy the second he asked you that question.

Instead, all you could do was stare at the "boyfriend" in question. His eyes were wide and his jaw might as well have been on the floor. His face was so red you would make a colorblind joke if you had the ability to. When you finally do remember how to speak, you sputter for a moment before managing anything coherent.

"W-what?! Michael, where’d you get that idea?" The boy looks at you with a very confused face, as if you just told him that aliens aren’t real.

"But you said he was pretty! And George said the same thing too. When we were drawing, I told him to draw something pretty and he drew you!" The boy might as well be exposing George’s deepest secrets with how much the Brit is groaning at him to stop.

George thought you were pretty?

"Michael! Your parents are here!" Phil’s voice once again makes an appearance from the office window and Michael hops down from your grasp.

"When you get married, can I come to the wedding?" The boy grins before racing up the stairs to Phil’s office.

Well, this was going to be an awkward shift.

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‘We’re just friends.’ They say while they leave marks on each other’s soft, delicate skin. Hands gripping the sheets, soaked in sweat and tears as they reach for their peak.

Hair splayed onto the bed, legs around his hips and hands running through his hair. He groans against her as she runs another hand on his back, nails leaving a trace of her on his body.

Thrusting his hips back and forth, he looks at her face as she pants with her mouth slightly parted. He releases himself at the sight of her, knees unable to support his body.

She climbs on top of him and continues for her sake, this time. She admires the noises that fall out of his mouth as she moved. When she finally reached her peak, she lay on his chest for a while until his breathing became steady.

Once he’d fallen asleep, she’d dress up and leave. It was a routine they’d practiced many times before.

She’d forgotten when and how it started but she knew where it’ll end. Y/N knew better than to let herself be swayed by his kisses and his gentle touch. She was no longer certain of when they’d cross the border of being just friends and now, stuck in their dalliance. They were playing a dangerous game and Y/N wasn’t about to let herself lose.

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Y/N took a gulp from her butterbeer, her friends huddled around the table. It was Alicia’s birthday blowout in The Three Broomsticks since they couldn’t leave for London.

She had been told that it was only going to be the three of them – Alicia, Angelina and Y/N.

“I’ve already got a dress picked out for next week!” Angelina wiggled in her seat from the excitement.

“I wonder who I’m going with.” Alicia sighed dreamily, tucking a hand under her chin.

“You’ll be leaving me alone to myself, then?” Y/N hinted.

The two snorted and Angelina spoke. “As if you’ll be going alone.”

Y/N leaned back on her chair while her friends snickered, brows arched in confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I bet you’ll be the first to get asked.” Angelina said with a smirk before breaking out in a sing song tease with Alicia. “By George.”

As if on cue, the door burst open and in comes Oliver, Lee, Fred and George.

The girls immediately sat up and made space for the newly arrived boys, leaving an empty seat next to Y/N.

“Seriously, I thought it was only going to be the three of us.” She whispered, feeling betrayed.

Y/N settled further in her seat as the empty seats get taken, George sitting beside her.

It wasn’t unusual for them to sit near each other but Y/N felt a shift in her heartbeat. Her stomach churned at the whiff of his ginger hair. One more minute spent beside him adn it’s game over for her.

Y/N pushed her chair back and abruptly stood. The group stared at her in confusion and shock.

“Er,” she tucked a hair behind her ear. “I gotta go study for the test tomorrow.”

She snatched her bag from the chair and hurriedly left the group without a glance.

George shifted in his seat as his friends stared at him with wide eyes, Angelina and Alicia silently sipping their drink.

He didn’t know why Y/N bolted out of her seat when he arrived. It couldn’t have been because of him, could it? He’s never seen her act so strange. Given that she was always a little bit weird. But he was used to him and her being weird together.

The silence was broken when Lee spoke.

“So..” He trailed, taking Y/N’s unfinished drink. “I can drink this then?”

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It had been a week after that small encounter in The Three Broomsticks with Y/N and George had been trying to get to her but she always had somewhere to be.

“McGonagall’s expecting me.”

“I need to tutor some of the juniors.”

“Gotta go help out at the basement.”

Since when did the basement need helping? For a few days, he let it slide. Maybe she really had stuff to keep her busy. But not once did she look back at him when she’d gone and it didn’t sit right with George and he was determined to put an end to it.

The last period felt longer than usual as George waited for it to finish so he can finally do what he planned. During the class, he tried to get her attention many times but it was like he didn’t even exist to her. When they were finally dismissed, he immediately swept all his things in his bag before swiftly blocking Y/N as she made her way to the door.

“Excuse me.” She mumbled, exerting great effort to not look George in the eye as he towered over her.

“Since when did we becamepolite to each other? Knock it off, Y/N.” Y/N crossed her arms and George mimicked the gesture. There was never an exchange of thank yous or excuse mes, it was just shoving and picking at one another.

“Knock what off?”

“Stop whatever you’re doing because you’re driving me insane.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N nudged his shoulder. “Let me go now. I got homework to do.”

George hadn’t planned what to say when he finally got through to her so he let her walk hurriedly past him. With a sigh, he watched as Y/N disappeared into the crowd.

The night of the Yule ball was quick to approach and George found himself standing by the stone archways, watching as his twin waltzed around with Angelina in his arms. The room was buzzing and a new set of punch were served at the bar. The Great Hall was adorned with white Christmas trees and the ceiling rained of light snow and colourful lights subtly danced along the floor.

A week or two ago, he’d been planning how to ask her out to be his date. Maybe pick out a tie that matches her dress and show up early at her door to escort her down like the princess she was in his eyes. But there he was, standing alone as he observed from the distance.

They never talked about the things they did behind closed doors but to George, it was one of the things he liked about them. With Y/N, he was most comfortable and vulnerable. She and him fit like puzzle pieces. They understood one another even without saying anything out loud.

But maybe it was time to clear the air and finally voicing his feelings towards her. It killed him to not be able to be jealous or to have her attention fully for him, because he had no right.

A quick scan of the hall led his eyes to a lone figure sitting in one of the empty tables untouched by the lights. George didn’t hesitate to tread the dance floor towards her.

“You look great.” He approached her with his hands in his pockets, trying to hide how nervous he really was. “It’s a shame this area is poorly lit.”

She looked good from afar but she was even more beautiful up close. Her chest was covered by a black floral bustier with a slightly puffed skirt that goes down just a little past her knees. Her hair was brushed neatly into an elegant ponytail, perfectly done to expose her neck and a string of pearls dangling from her ears.

He extended a hand when she didn’t respond. His mind already coming up with ways to revive his dead self esteem if she ignores his gesture as an invitation for a dance. He released a breath of relief when his plan proved to be unnecessary as she slid her hand in his.

They were both silent as they smoothly inserted themselves into the sea of dancing pairs. George snaked his hands around her waist and swayed her along to the music, trying to catch her eyes as they moved.

“Being away from you pains me greatly.”

Y/N lifted her eyes to look at his. They were among many other students but as she looked into his eyes, everything else melted away from her vision. It was just she and him like it had always been.

“I…” She breathed out, finally deciding to break her silence. “I can’t keep doing this with you, George.”

His face reflected confusion, unaware of Y/N’s true feelings. He didn’t need to wait long before he finally knew.

“What do you mean?” He tried to look for answers but her conflicted expression didn’t give away much.

“I can’t keep pretending like we’re just friends. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel anything towards you.” With that, they both stood still as the world around them continued to move. “Because I do. I tried to stop it but…”

What else did she need to say? She was short of an explanation for him and for herself. Y/N tried so hard to pull away but one step back is two steps forward when it comes to George. She was too late to get away. There was nothing else to do but to embrace it and bask in it, they’ve done everything. What could go wrong?

George held her hand and trailed out of the hall, stopping halfway one of the empty stairwells.

“I don’t get you, Y/N.” He hasn’t let go of her hand.

“Me neither.” She chuckled as she tried to steady the beat of her heart.

Unexpectedly, George closed the gap between them by stepping on the same level as she. It wasn’t like they’ve never done this before. But there was something different this time, in the way he held her against him and the way his lips wasn’t in a hurry like the other times. Their chests rising and falling in the same slowed pace and their lips tenderly dancing in one rhythm and bodies melting into one.

She was the first to pull away and he rested his forehead against hers as they breathe each other in.

“I can’t do this anymore, either. Friends don’t do the things we do.”

Y/N was sharply pulled out of her fantasies at his words. She was about to speak when he cut her off.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

dreamwastaken / clay

how clay gives love: giving gifts

i think sometimes he doesn't word things in the way he truly means it so when he gives you gifts he feels like it kind of makes up for it?

he isn't too affectionate with his words unless he's like straight up flirting with you

so he'll give you gifts to balance it out

clay <3: come outside :]

looking at the text, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion

you had just seen him a couple hours ago before heading back to your own apartment

nonetheless you still went down to see what surprise he had for you

once you reached the doors of the lobby you saw clay standing there, hiding something behind his back

but you were distracted by how cold it was, regretting not bringing a jacket

your hands went to your arms trying to warm yourself up

clay saw this, put whatever he was hiding down, and took the hoodie he was wearing off to put on you

"you're going to get cold though," you said.

"you're going to get cold too," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"well thank you," you said, "what're you doing here?"

he suddenly remembered the gifts he got you and turned around to grab them

turning around quickly, he smiled at you

"for you," he said, holding out roses and chocolate covered strawberries

your heart warmed, knowing that he thought of you

"what are these for?" you asked with a smile on your face, reaching out to hold them

"i just wanted to get you something," he smiled back

"thank you," you said and chuckled. "you coming inside?"

he looked at the time on his phone and shrugged

"why not"

georgenotfound / george

how george gives love: acts of service

we all know that george isn't the most affectionate person

so he does his best to give you love by doing things for you

sighing, you opened the door to your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend

when you left for work, you didn't have the time to clean the apartment up so you were dreading coming home to a messy apartment

but when you opened the door, your apartment was spotless

the surprised look on your face made your boyfriend chuckle and you looked towards him

"did you clean the whole apartment?" you asked him, putting away your shoes and bag

"yeah," he replied.

"thank you," you said with gratitude in your voice

you walked to the couch and sat down, happy you get to rest rather than clean

soon enough you were falling asleep

when you woke up, a pillow was behind your head, blanket across your body and you were now laying down rather than sitting up

you looked around and saw george in the kitchen cooking dinner

"babe?" you called out

"yeah?" he called back

you wrapped the blanket around you and waddled to the kitchen to rest your head on his shoulder as he cooked

"you're cooking dinner too?"

"yeah, i saw you fall asleep and i don't think we've had a home cooked meal in a while so i just thought i'd cook," he explained

you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder

you were beyond happy to be with someone like him

sapnap

how sapnap gives love: physical touch

i think while sapnap was visiting karl it kinda showed that sapnap is preeetty affectionate

when he gets excited he'll reach out toward you to share his excitement

when either he or you aren't feeling the best he'll pull you down on a couch or bed and just cuddle with you

"babe!" sapnap yelled to you from his bedroom

"yes?!" you yelled back

"come here!"

you got up from the couch in the living room and walked to his room

opening the door, you asked, "yes?"

"come sit with me, chat misses you," he said

"are you sure you don't miss me?" you chuckled

"what? me? never? i ain't no simp," he said, trying to act tough,

"mhm, okay" you said, walking to sit next to him

"facecam?" you asked.

"yup"

"what're you doing?" you asked

"playing bedwars," he said, joining a lobby

"team or no?"

"by myself," he said

you nodded and payed attention to how he was playing

it reached the point where sapnap and one other person was left

"you got it babe," you said, trying to encourage him

"mm, i know" he said, being very cocky, clearly he didn't need the encouragement

he then threw a fireball at the other person while crossing a bridge but the other person block clutched

sapnap groaned and ran over to where they were to kill them

he had already gotten their bed earlier to he just needed to kill them

they were both hitting each other and sapnap wasn't making a sound because of how focused he was

and once he got the "victory" screen he jumped in his chair and reached towards you, holding your arm and pulling you into a hug

"babe, i won!" he said, a smile occupying his face

"i know!" you said, a smile occupying your face with happiness for him

karl jacobs

how karl gives love: physical touch

this was quite obvious

karl is definitely an affectionate person

doesn't matter what either of you are doing

he'll love being in your presence and keeping at least a hand on you

it can be holding your hand, resting it on your thigh, keeping his pinky wrapped around yours, resting his head on your shoulder, anything

you and karl were at the mall, looking for something he needed for his stream

he was walking a bit ahead of you, though he didn't notice at first

he reached out to grab your hand but felt nothing

so he looked around and saw you were walking a bit behind him

he grabbed your pinky with his and continued walking

he finally reached the store he was looking for and walked faster, kinda dragging you along with him

you chuckled and walked a bit faster so you were next to him

"you were going a bit fast there, silly," you said.

"well, maybe you were going too slow, ever thought of that?" he challenged

you stopped walking, looked at him with an expressionless face, let go of his pinky, and walked in without him

"wait no!" he called after you

you were being petty and decided to give him the silent treatment

"babe, talk to me" he exaggerated out

you were just looking around the store till you found something you like and brought it to the cash register

karl followed you, getting what he wanted and putting it down in front of the cashier with your stuff

he rested his head on your shoulder and grabbed your pink with his

but you didn't wrap yours around his

he huffed out in frustration and payed for both of your things

you both walked out with his pinky wrapped tightly around yours

he seemed to have enough of your games and grabbed your shoulders and forced you to face him

"will you please just hold my pinky!" he said in distress

you laughed and held his pinky then brought him to the food court

quackity / alex

how alex gives love: remembering the little things

he may seem like the careless type but when it comes to someone he loves he definitely cares

he may not show it a lot but whenever you bring up something you like alex makes a mental note of it

you were finishing up an assignment you had that was due at midnight but you were starting to get hungry

you were thinking of calling your boyfriend to see if he wanted to get food but you didn't want to bother him'

so you sucked it up and continued with finishing your assignment

though, a knock on your front door distracted you from your work

you got up from your desk and looked through the peephole to see your boyfriend standing there with your favorite fast food

you opened the door and smiled at him

"how did you know?" you asked, letting him in

"i remember you telling me you had a big assignment to work on and i know you don't really feed yourself so,"

you laughed and hugged him, "thank you," "you remember my order?" you asked, looking through the food and seeing that he didn't mess up a single thing

got all the right sauces and remembered to not get any pickles on it

"yeah, i've remembered since the first time you ordered, nimrod" he said, insulting you so he didn't seem so sappy