itsreallydamngiving

[itsreallydamngiving]

y’all can call me oria

she/her, 18, queer as hell ofc

my ao3 account is the same user

fandoms: marauders, dc, harry potter, maze runner, heated rivalry, formula racing, miraculous, basically anything i fixate on tbh

my works:

the antidote (george weasley x reader) - 1. 2.

hinting to you (beau maxwell x reader)

a little too considerate (john tucker x reader)

[itsreallydamngiving]

all the requests i got are so cute and i have all the main plots and storylines i just need time to actually write. 💔💔💔

[itsreallydamngiving]

Hii, can I request a John Tucker x garrett sister!reader??

we don't have enough fics about out sweet tucker:((

hiii and tysm for this request which you can now find here!

a little too considerate

[itsreallydamngiving]

♯┆a little too considerate

john tucker x fem!reader, graham!reader, strangers to friends to lovers, ever so slightly forbidden, reader is independent and chill asf also stubborn, very much chill, happy ending, grumpy-ish reader x sunshine tucker, a kiss is the most outrageous thing that happens

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wc: 3.8k

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When Garrett decided to introduce you to his team you were a freshman at Briar U, Garrett was a sophomore but the one year age gap had never stopped him from being the protective older brother he was. You didn't blame him, your childhood was one you barely remembered. Memories trapped as far back as possible when it came to your father, yet Garrett remembered everything. You tried to simply cherish the positive, but you were even more guarded than Garrett, you didn't let people in. You were happy with people seeing the surface even if the surface was nothing true.

So when Garrett had introduced you to his friends, nearly a year ago, he wasn't worried about you getting to close to them, but the hands-off rule was supposed to be implied. He knew you wouldn't let them. Dean and Logan attempted to joke with you, assuming your personality would be similar to your older brother's, only to be immediately glared with blunt completely devoid of amusement. John Tucker on the other hand after seeing the miserable failure of his teammates attempted a sincere and sweet welcoming that included food. He thought you were lethal, in personality and looks. Still he somehow managed to make you feel oddly comfortable, you didn't know how to feel but regardless your guard didn't budge. Before meeting you Tucker asked Garrett what food you liked, to this day you were completely unaware how he happened to nail it the first night you met.

Tucker being the only boy in the house you mildly got along with apart from your brother meant your brother trusting Tucker with you, whenever you went out and you needed a ride if Garrett wasn't available there goes Tucker, very serious about his responsibility too.

On one specific night about a four months ago, you went out with two friends from class. A simple party which you wished had stayed as low-key as it sounded when your friends had proposed the night out. The place was the exact opposite. Your friends sorority was packed worse than sardines and there was not safe way to drink alcohol, your pregame was the only thing keeping you from completely exploding because of how overwhelmed you were. Your friends didn't help much Moni had found a girl she ended up leaving with and Charlie was in the corner sucking off some jock's face.

You were trying hard to stay for Charlie but your last straw was when some drunk idiot grabbed your arm to try and make conversation, nearly doubling over you. You shoved him off and found Charlie and told her, "I'm leaving, you coming?" She shook her head and that was all you needed to wake your way towards the door pulling out your phone.

You checked Garrett's location and saw he was in Hannah's dorm, "Ughhh, this is so fucked." you muttered as you stepped out into the freezing cold. You scrolled through your contacts and found "John Tucker" and hit the call button.

The phone rang twice before Tucker picked up, "Hey, you okay, doll?" His warm and alert voice spoke through the speaker.

"I'm okay, are you busy? I just left this stupid frat party, my friend who drove us is gone, and Garrett is busy." You spoke feeling quite vulnerable out on the cold sidewalk and asking for help.

"I'm grabbing my keys now, where are you?"

"Let me send you my location." You said with a slight shiver in your voice from the cold as you sent Tucker your location.

"I will be there as soon as possible. Stay where you are." He told you and you heard his truck engine roar to life on the other end of the call.

"Okay."

"See you soon, doll." He said and then hung up. Not even ten minutes later, Tucker's truck pulled up right beside you and he leaned over to open the door for you from inside. "It's freezing, get in."

"Trust me, I know that much." You muttered with a cold visible breath as you got into the warm truck immediately and put on your seatbelt. "Thank you, Tucker." You finally told him as you faced him while he was already looking at you.

"My pleasure. Wasn't going to leave you out here to become a popsicle." He said with his warm inviting smile as he turned back to look onto the road as he started driving again.

You simply smiled back softly, a rare smile. Suspiciously so those 'rare' smiles were becoming more common, specifically more common when Tucker was around.

"Where to?" Tucker asked pulling you from your overthinking.

"Hockey house." You said after a bit of consideration. "I'll steal Garrett's bed since he is with Hannah tonight."

"Sounds good. What happened tonight? Party didn't work out?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"I don't think it's my scene. Never again am I going to a greek life event. It was so weird." You told him with your fully honest demeanor as usual. "The girls I went with both were in it for hook ups and didn't let me know. I don't mind like that is all their business and right but a warning I would be all alone would have been nice." You ranted.

Tucker's smile only widened hearing you speak even if you were speaking in frustrated, simply hearing you had an effect he did not want to label. "Well, you're free from that now. You hungry? We can pick something up or I can make you something?"

"You seriously need to be put on a pedestal. I'm literally starving. Also your food is heaven sent, I prefer that over any fast food." You were instantly looking far more content at the thought of an actual meal.

Tucker laughed softly as your reaction. "Anything you want." He mumbled, attempting sarcasm knowing full well it was completely truthful as you two pulled into the hockey house.

Once you got into the house you placed your heels by the door in relief of being free of the hell that were those heels. "Do you think Garrett has done laundry recently?" You asked Tucker as he closed the door behind you.

"No clue, just borrow something of mine. It'll probably fit you better anyways." Yeah that was definitely why he was offering, no other reason of course.

"Sure, why not." You agreed quickly needing to get rid of your party outfit. Tucker guided you up the stairs to his incredibly clean and cozy room. "Okay, I officially nominate you for best room in the hockey house." You announced as you entered and looked around.

Tucker blushed slightly and then reached for his closet pulling out sweats and a Briar U hoodie. "Have you already seen Dean's and Logan's then?"

"Hell no, I would need a hazmat suit for Dean's and I can just sense this is better than Logan's." You replied as you looked around checking out his decor.

"Here, these should work." He said handing you the clothes which you took with much gratitude. "You can change in here. No one else is home and the door locks. What do you want to eat?"

"Surprise me." You told him as he headed out of the room, "Also thank you, Tucker."

"Of course, doll." He replied quickly his accent peeking out further with the word doll.

That night ended exceedingly well considering how unenjoyable the night had been originally. You ended up on the couch in super comfortable clothes with a bowl of fried rice and sesame chicken, Tucker whipped up, and him right beside you as you barely listened to the movie on the television. Both of you too caught up in the conversation with each other. You both eventually ran out of conversation and fell into the exhaustion, falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch with the movie playing like static in the backgrounds.

That was the night your guard was weakened. After that it like was like dominos, every interaction, every considerate look, every reassuring smile, and every plate of food placed in front of you continued to knock your walls down. Tucker was becoming an issue. And the worst part was you didn't want this issue gone.

Now, tonight felt weird. The house was hosting a party, naturally of course, they had won another game. But something was off. Maybe it was how you opted out of drinking for the night or maybe how you had not even exchanged a glance with Tucker tonight. He was too busy being fancied over, it was well deserved. He had made the winning shot after an incredibly tight game. Yet still somehow the entire team was not exhausted and continued flirting the entire time, including Tucker.

It bothered you, it shouldn't have, not at much as it did at minimum. You weren't used to sharing Tucker. He was usually the one in the hockey house that didn't get ran over by puck bunnies. You weren't sure how, he was gorgeous, a sweetheart, and the best cook ever. Tucker was the total package, nobody had noticed that before why all of sudden? Just because he was great at hockey? You had already known that.

You knew everything. You knew his exact process when making the whole house pancakes for breakfast, you knew how he made sure to call his mama at least twice weekly, you knew he preferred to practice on the ice early because it was more peaceful, and you knew how empathetic he was, in and out, kudos to his mama by the way. You knew everything and maybe that is why it stung seeing him not even spare you a glance because also knew everything. He knew how you liked your morning coffee and evening tea, he knew how you took the long way back to your apartment in order to get more time to yourself, and he knew how to dismantle your walls you so meticulously built up.

You weren't sad anymore, you were enraged. Not at Tucker, no, you were mad at yourself. You let your walls fall and now you had a fucking crush, a crush on your brother's best friend and housemate. And Tucker probably didn't even like you back, he was a sweetheart with everyone. He treated everyone with the same respect and care he did with you. This sucked.

You didn't even spare him another glance as you pushed off the wall and pushed through the crowd to leave that stupid hockey house. Unfortunately, Garrett was with Hannah on the staircase and saw you as you reached for the door. "Hey! Where you going?" He called out.

You spun around like you had been caught stealing all their hockey tape. "I'm leaving."

"No shit, sherlock. It's late just stay the night." Your brother offered.

"No, thank you." You said with very obvious irritation.

"What's wrong?" Hannah asked with care and immediately catching your demeanor.

"Nothing, I'm just over this." You told her. "Have a goodnight."

"You're going to walk?" Garrett asked.

"No, I'm floating home." You muttered with an intense sarcasm as the music thumped in your ears and the floor vibrated lightly with mockery. You waved at them and then turned to finally leave your new found hell.

For the next week you avoided the hockey house like the plague. You made sure to text your brother and answer his calls so he wouldn't think you were dying but that was where the contact to anything related to the hockey house and Tucker stopped. You didn't answer his text he sent checking up on you or the stupid reel he sent you about puppies.

In order to distract yourself you delve into your studies like never before. You asked every professor for an opportunity to start research in your field. So when Allie called you on Friday night asking if you were free and wanted to go to Malone's, you had an actual excuse to deny the invitation. You had basically found a second home in your professor's abandoned office.

Back at Malone's, Allie and Hannah arrived without you to meet the four guys. "No mini Graham?" Logan asked as they sat down in the corner booth.

Allie shook her head, "Busy."

"On a Friday night?" Dean pressed.

"That's what she told us when we called." Hannah said honestly as she slide into her spot beside Garrett.

"She wasn't been to the house all week." Logan added.

"Is she okay?" Tucker finally spoke as he stared at his glass. "We haven't talked since last week's game."

"Really?" Logan asked with a small smirk as he raised his glass to take a sip. They all knew how weirdly close you and Tucker had gotten, it was common knowledge, and only because you only got close to him.

"Did you do something?" Garrett asked staring Tucker down.

"No, dude, what." Tucker scrambled out completely innocent but fearful of Garrett. Dean let out of a small laugh matching Logan's.

"Look you are the only one here other than Allie and Hannah that I believe wouldn't be a jerk to my sister." Garrett told Tucker. "She probably just pulled away, she does that a lot."

"So she doesn't hate me?"

"No clue." Garrett said with a shrug.

"I'm calling her." Hannah announced pulling out her phone to facetime you. The phone rang a couple times before you picked up.

"Hannah? Everything good?" You asked, your voice slightly rough through the speaker and the camera pointed towards the ceiling. Tucker felt slight relief at the sound of your voice for the first time in a week.

"Where are you?" Allie questioned leaning over to be in frame.

"School, working." You could hear your keyboard clacking away in the background.

"It's nine pm on a Friday night, mini Graham." Dean commented.

"I'm aware."

"So get your head out of your books." That earned an elbow from Allie to Dean.

"Go get your dick wet, Dean." You shot back quickly. Logan along with Allie busted out laughing and Garrett horribly held back a laugh. Hannah and Tucker were the only ones without any amusement. There was something wrong and they knew it. "Any other reason you all called, I'm busy."

"I'm cooking for dinner tomorrow night. 6:30." Tucker said taking the phone from Hannah so you could hear him properly over Dean muttering a complaint about your attitude.

Your typing stopping momentarily hearing his forever patient tone. "Oh, um. Sorry but I'm booked for the weekend, thanks for the invite." You responded bluntly after a moment and started to type once again.

"Are you sure? Have you been eating properly? I can take you a plate." Tucker continued desperate to hear you talk to him.

"Yes, I have. And I'm okay, don't even worry about it." You replied with the same tone you spoke to a stranger with. "Have a good night everyone, I have to focus." You shot out quickly and then hung up.

Everyone just stared at Tucker for a second as he held Hannah's phone. "Very considerate of you, Tuck." Dean slipped out without remorse.

"A little too considerate." Garrett said as pieces started clicking into place. "You like her?" If there was something to be known about the Graham siblings it was that the two of you were blunt as hell. Everyone at the table immediately fell into silence, they wanted their suspicions.

"Are you going to kill me when I answer?"

"No, probably not."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that answer." Tucker mumbled. "I mean, I guess I do." He spoke with an unsure tone which got him a sure smack to the head, courtesy of Dean.

"You either do or you don't." Dean said bluntly.

"Fine." Tucker muttered grabbing his head. "Yes, I do. I know it's wrong and I'm sorry, man. Bro code or whatever." His hands dragged on his face lightly stressed and worried.

"Tuck. Trust me it's okay, out of all of my friends. You are probably the only one I would allow to date her." Garrett reached out to pat Tucker on the shoulder since he looked like he was incredible distress. "The hard part will be getting her. That I know."

Logan and Dean nodded because you appreciated your independency and everyone knew it. If a man was interested in you there was more competition with your love for your freedom than with other suitors.

"I bet you could grovel your way in." Allie added.

"Grovel?" Tucker questioned the possibility.

"Yes, like beg on your knees. Romance book style." Allie continued and Hannah nodded in agreement knowing you well enough.

"Then help."

And so the plan started. Allie created a group chat called, "Tucker Begs" with Hannah and Tucker. The girls took this entirely too seriously because it had officially been 10 days of no contact since the party and that was 10 days too many for their liking.

"What if you bring her food?" Allie suggested as she sat on a kitchen island stool while eating hot cheetos with Hannah by her side.

"She would just take it with a thank you and close the door." Hannah added. Tucker sighed as he was multitasking as he washed dishes and brainstormed with the girls. But like a prince in shining armor Garrett barged into the house.

"John Tucker. You have an opening, she's sick. Make her soup become a nurse or something but she is sick, I'm sure of it. She won't answer my calls, only texts me, and Beau said she wasn't in class yesterday." Your brother announced.

"And why don't you take care of your sister?" Hannah asked Garrett.

"Because she is crazy stubborn and sick, that is not a good combination. Also totally look out for Tucker and his situation."

"How sick are we talking?" Allie asked with slight concern unlike everyone else apparently. Meanwhile Tucker was speeding through the dishes with haste.

"Bye." He muttered quickly as he ran up to his room to grab a jacket and keys to speed to you. Once he got to your apartment, he knocked with urgency and without hesitation, just focused on seeing you. He wasn't just doing this to gain points with you, no, Tucker held genuine worry and care for you.

After a moment, you got up to unlock the door. You were exhausted physically, mentally, emotionally and however else you could be deteriorating. You had overworked yourself in the matter of a week and got sick because of it. You were in a hoodie and sweats, nearly toppling over before you reached the door. Tuckers worried face was the first thing you saw which freaked you out mentally, not expecting him there at all.

"Hello?" You spoke confused and with a rough obviously ill voice.

"You don't look okay."

"Oh really? I didn't notice." You said ready to shut the door but instead he pushed it open and stepped in which earned him a glare as you closed the door behind him. "Why are you here?"

"The better question is, what do you need?" Tucker asked testing the water as he reached for your wrist to pull you closer. You didn't pull away, you were too tired, or at least that is what you would tell yourself. "How about a bath?" He suggested soothingly as he took hold of your other hand. He was far too good at this.

"I don't need your help." You muttered as you let your head fall against his chest in direct opposition to your words, betraying you.

"You probably don't want help but need is another story, doll." Tucker told you softly as he moved his hands onto your shoulders to ease you over to your room, carefully maneuvering you onto your bed before slipping away to run you a perfectly tempered bath. You felt like such a burden but you were also far too exhausted to protest something that sounded so nice.

Tucker came back into the room after a couple minutes of struggling with your tub. "You are going to sink into a relaxing bath, okay? While I go make you something with nutritional value. Sound like a plan?"

You nodded as you stood up carefully, got some clean and comfortable pajamas from your drawers, and then headed into the bathroom but not before facing him and shooting a quick and genuine, "Thank you."

"Not a problem." He replied before leaving you be to raid your pantry and fridge for whatever he could find. He scavenged enough ingredients to make your favorite soup minus a couple ingredients but the idea and execution is what mattered the most.

After probably the best bath you would ever experience in life you felt a bit less gross and were able to detangle your hair somewhat and change into fresh clothes. And as if heaven sent as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, you could smell exactly what Tucker made. You felt like proposing that very minute if your hunger hadn't been stronger.

You stepped out into your kitchen and Tucker was stirring soup in one of the biggest pots you owned. "You are an angel. I apologize for anything evil I have ever done to you, how will I ever repay you." You half joked as you walked over to him.

"Someone is feeling better." Tucker looked up at you with a playful smirk that included the type of softness you don't see daily.

"Far better. Thank you, again."

"No need to thank me, doll, this is what people do for the ones they care about."

"Your wrong, sorry not sorry, I totally need to thank you and apologize, John. I have completely ignored you for nearly two weeks and still in a time of need, here you are. I mean, that's crazy… and I'm so sorry for ignoring, I just got scared."

"Scared of what?" He asked setting down the big ladle and facing you properly.

You froze up for a second realizing you had outed yourself. Oh well, blunt was the family name, right? "Scared of this, petrified of how close we are, about how comfortable I am with you." You looked at him directly in the eye, cranking your head up a bit. "I don't let people in, that's the last thing I do but you are so easy to be around, so easy to talk to, and so easy to fall for. It's ridiculously easy to like you and to-"

Your rambling was cutoff by his soft lips capturing yours once again with ease. You kissed him back almost instantly and melting, hooking your arms around his neck pulling him closer earning you a muffled sound from his throat as neither of you made a move to pull away until you were both breathless.

You just stared up at him in slight awe and shock afterwards. While he couldn't contain his smile of admiration for you.

"You're going to get sick." You whispered.

"Worth it, besides I made enough soup for the both of us."

John Tucker was and would for ever be a more than just a little too considerate, for you.

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(more notes: i am taking more requests y'all also working on some i already got. this is so cutie and i love the whole off campus friend group like i want to be there pls and ty also this is also on my ao3!)

[itsreallydamngiving]

i want to be in bed and post my next off campus fic tonight so bad but im at a family party instead like FREE ME im basically already done with it 💔💔💔

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[itsreallydamngiving]

♯┆hinting to you

beau maxwell x femreader, friends to lovers, idiots in love core, reader is lowkey nonchalant asf for half of it, very much chill

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wc: 4.1k

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Beau Maxwell the definition of a good person. He is sweet, kind, funny, strong minded, loveable, and loving. Beau came from an amazing family with an even better sister, building him into the wonderful person you called your best friend since your freshman year of high school. The eventful day is seared into your minds, both of you lost in the halls attempting to find the very same class on the first day of high school with not a clue in the world where the damned geometry class was located. The tall lanky boy ran into you completely oblivious and frustrated as well as dropping you onto the floor in his rush.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He spit out quickly as he scrambled to help you off the floor.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You replied with a small laugh at his immediate apology and accepting his help. "You should get into football with that tackle." You said making light of the moment and dusting yourself off.

He smiled and grabbed your book bag off the floor as he looked you over to make sure you were okay once more.

"What's with the rush anyways?" You asked out of simple curiosity as you reached for you bag back from him which he cautiously returned.

"I'm lost." He admitted pulling out a slightly crumpled half sheet of paper, his schedule. "I have no clue were classroom H205 is. I found H204, 203, and 206, but not 205."

You looked at him in amusement because of his expressed frustration. "Well lucky for you, I am also lost." You said pulling out your neatly folded schedule and handing it to him. "Want to scavenge for this likely hellish class together?"

"Y-yeah, that sounds good." He said with a charming smile looking over your nearly identical schedule before handing it back.

That charming smile still remains but on a taller and built man. Beau grew into his looks and into himself by the time the two of you entered Briar U. So had you, sprouting a bit taller and much more confident than that 15 year old girl lost in the halls. Something that hadn't changed one bit was your friendship. No matter how long your lectures left you studying and no matter how long football practice ran, both of you made the effort to see each other. Beau brought coffee for the shared late night study sessions were you studied together in silence with your opposing class assignments and you always sat in the same spot of the stands for each and every one of his games.

This particular night you were in his apartment, working on some tedious class assignment in preparation for your midterms at his dining table while Beau was showering. You had a key to his apartment and were there before he got back from practice to welcome him from his brutal practice which in his words was more like conditioning and hazing. So there you sat typing away with your headphones full blast as you tried to get rid of this to-do list item as soon as possible. Nights like these had become much more usual as semesters had passed. Now in your junior year this was in occurrence at least three nights a week, either in his apartment or yours.

Beau walked out of the shower feeling far more refreshed but still exhausted. He was in his lounge sweats and slides as he toweled his hair damp and walked out to see you exactly where he had left you before getting in the shower. Hair up, in sweats, and a hoodie completely focusing at the dining table with a reusable water bottle beside your laptop on the table along with a notebook and pen. An imagine that relaxed his mind far more than he wanted to look into.

"Hey," He called out although it did nothing. He smiled as your lack of reaction due to your focus and he walked up behind you carefully nudging your shoulder to get your attention. "You almost done?" He asked as you pulled off your headphones and looked over at him.

"Nearly. I just need Allie to text me back so I can finalize. I think she is out because she hasn't answered and I texted her almost an hour ago."

"Probably with Dean." Beau said as he sat down in the free chair beside you.

"Are they still feigning a casual relationship?" You asked before taking a sip of your water bottle.

"Yup. Still completely casual, apparently."

"That's hilarious." You noted as you put the bottle back in its spot. You and Beau had driven up with Dean and Allie to New York for Thanksgiving and after the four hour car ride the only thing you two had assured was a debrief until two in the morning about whatever Dean and Allie had going on.

Beau nodded and then asked, "You staying the night?"

"Probably, why?"

"Just asking."

"Did you have something planned?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Okay." Beau started, "Well, I will admit Karina wanted to come over at some point this week."

"Oh." You said with a little nod in understanding. "That's my cue to leave then." shutting your laptop stacking it up with your notebook.

"She could come over tomorrow." Beau added in worry that you would feel like he was throwing you out, which you did in fact feel exactly like that.

"It's okay, Beau. You have fun." You said simply keeping yourself composed, trying not to reveal an inch of the hurt you were feeling, and packed your things. "Text her, she'll probably be ecstatic." you added trying very hard not to sound sarcastic but failing miserably, which Beau caught onto immediately.

"Wait, no, come on. You can stay, I'm not kicking you out." He scrambled as he saw you stand up.

"I know but uh… I should probably still go." You simply replied slinging your bag onto your shoulder and grabbing your water bottle to head out.

"Let me take you to your place then." He said reaching for his hoodie draped on his couch.

"I drove here." You told him shutting down his idea knowing fully well that if he drove you home he would stay the night.

"Oh. Okay." Beau dropped his hoodie back onto the couch.

"Good night, also text her." You said as you walked over to the door of his apartment.

"Yeah, I will. But just text me when you get home."

You unlocked the door and head out after nodding in agreement.

"Good night." Beau murmured as you headed out and he shut the door behind you.

He never sent Karina that text. Instead, he sat on his couch playing a musical in the background as his mind was occupied waiting for your text letting him know you were home safe.

After ten minutes a notification rang through his screen.

'i'm home safe’

'Good' 'Sleep well' Beau sent out mere seconds after receiving your message.

You liked the message and then got ready for bed, it was only nine but you might as well. Sleep was better than over thinking the entirety of your friendship or whatever the hell it was with Beau.

That was the first time where your friendship felt slightly unstable. It wasn't completely crumbling but it felt like it needed an inspection but of course both of you decided to avoid it.

The next time was a week later after your grueling 6pm midterm which was in fact not true to whatever the syllabus had stated. You walked out needing only to relax so you naturally pulled out your phone and clicked on Beau's silly contact picture.

'calling quarterback'

Your phone rang a couple times and then it got sent to voicemail. Weird, he didn't have class or practice today. Whatever, you were far to tired to deal with finding Beau Maxwell on a random Thursday.

Then all of a sudden after you slipped your phone into your pocket and put your earbud in you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to end up face to face with a guy from your class.

Hunter Davenport.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi."

"How was that for you?" He asked about the midterm.

"I don't even want to talk about it."

"Right. That professor needs a warning label."

"I agree." You replied with a small tired smile as you looked up at Hunter.

"I was planning on doing something to chill out after that. Want to join me?"

You replayed the robotic voicemail directions in your head before asking, "What did you have in mind?"

"How about food and then we can figure it out from there?" He suggested and you nodded. You knew him a bit hearing a couple people talk here and there but he was great in class and had been your project for the first research project of the semester so what could be the worst thing that could happen.

You now know exactly what the worst that could happen.

Although, you couldn't say it was horrible. Especially not as you slipped on one of your oversized t-shirts after getting out of the shower. Yes, you two had gone for a bite. Yes, you two had a good laugh. Yes, it ended up with him in your apartment, and yes, eventually your bed. No, you didn't regret it. Hunter was hot, and sweet, also the food was absolutely wonderful.

Hunter was currently in your shower as you turned on the kettle. You had not even reached for your phone since you stepped into your apartment, more like you were too busy to do so.

"Oh fuck." You muttered after picking up your phone to around five missed calls, and ten new messages from Beau. Also one from Allie, courtesy of Beau worrying about you to Dean and Allie. A sudden knock at your door pulled you from looking over the text.

You went to open it with your phone in hand and there stood Beau.

"Oh hey, I was just textin-" You started.

"Why didn't you answer? You always answer." He exclaimed, his voice laced with worry.

"I was busy, Beau. I had called you and you didn't answer either."

"Well I was busy too."

"Okay?"

"What does that mean?" Beau asked and before you could answer he walked into your living room as normal only to be greeted by an oblivious Hunter walking out of your bathroom only wearing a towel, hanging low on his waist which he currently was adjusting.

"Hey, pretty! Do you have any clothes that could possibly fit me-" Hunter called out before looking up and stopping in his tracks as he saw Beau.

"What the actual fuck?" Beau asked, his temper boiling as he looked over at you with confusion.

You stood frozen as you felt like shit hit fan at an alarming rate. "Okay um, so basically. Actually… wait." You rambled before walking up to Hunter and pulling him into your room and telling him where he could find some sort of clothes and then walking back out to a ticking Beau.

"I told you I was busy." You weakly started with.

"Oh I can tell. Busy with Hunter Davenport. Fucking Hunter Davenport, unbelievable, quite literally at that." Beau stated obviously far more affected by this than either of your expected.

"Wait, why is that an issue?" You asked completely confused.

"Because well… whatever I don't fucking know!" Beau said sounding like a mess. Then because Hunter had wonderful timing he walked out of your room in just sweatpants that of course had to be Beau's old sweatpants he had left behind some random night.

"Don't tell me you have a boyfriend?" Hunter asked still shirtless and combing a hand through his hair.

"No." Both Beau and you said at the same time.

"Okay cool, then what's going on?" Hunter asked now confused.

"Good question. Beau?" You pressed as you turned to look away from Hunter to look at Beau.

"She didn't answer her phone!" Beau argued weakly. "And keep in mind she always answers her phone."

Hunter scoffed which did not help with Beau's ever growing dislike towards the guy.

"Beau, I'm completely fine besides you were busy earlier and I respected that so respect this for me." You told him as you attempted to cope him out of his obviously intense feelings because Hunter was still in your apartment and you really didn't want to scare him off, especially not on the first night.

"Fine. Whatever. Have fucking fun, but you don't get to act out when I don't answer either." Beau said shooting a glare at Hunter and then heading towards the door.

"What are you talking about!" You exclaimed more confused than even because Beau was just spilling out words without regard to the situation.

"Just don't text me." He said before shutting the door behind him. Leaving you stood there perplexed and Hunter just sat on your witnessing the drama clip right in front of him.

"What was his issue?" Hunter asked being incredibly nosey.

"I would love to know." You muttered before locking the door and letting out a sigh as you headed back to the kettle which was definitely boiling now. "Do you want coffee or tea?" you asked to avoid talking about the said issue.

"Coffee." Hunter said easily as he stood up and walked over to help prepare his coffee while you grabbed a tea bag.

That night ended easy. Hunter didn't ask for much, he was more just happy to be there.

The next morning he left before breakfast but still said goodbye with his charming smile. Although, that smile only reminded you of another charming smile. One that was yours and had been for years. The one that came from the same mouth that told you not to text him last night.

After you made yourself a decent breakfast your phone vibrated on the dining table.

It was Allie, on facetime. You groaned slightly at the thought of her chewing your head off for last night, not because of Hunter, no, because Beau surely complained to Dean about last night and Allie definitely heard it. Yet, you still answered the call.

"Good morning." You tested.

"Not a good morning. Beau would not stop calling Dean last night. What happened?"

"He stormed into my apartment and I had a guy over."

"HELLO? WHO?" Allie asked suddenly staring at the camera intensely.

"Hunter Davenport, from class."

"You're joking." Dean muttered from his spot beside Allie.

"Hello, Dean. And no, not joking." You replied as you watched the no label couple on your screen.

"Wait, what's wrong with Hunter?" Allie asked confused and I shrugged just as clueless as her.

"He's a jerk." Dean muttered still asleep even though it was nearly 11 am.

"Wasn't a jerk to me." You said casually, Allie giggled and then got serious again giving you the sign to tell your side of the story, which you did. Allie and Dean debated, Dean on my side surprisingly and Allie having follow up questions for Beau, who was god knows where. Eventually, Dean invited you over to the hockey house for dinner because Tucker was testing new recipes and you agreed because free food and delicious food at that, and finally, you hung up.

Until it was time for the dinner you occupied your mind by cleaning your entire apartment and blasting music. You then got ready in something cute but comfortable to eat in aka sweats and tank with a zip up hoodie over it.

You walked over to the hockey house instead of driving. You felt like a walk was needed after last night. Once you got to the hockey house you considered knocking but then simply decided to enter instead, it was far more customary at that place to simply walk in. Allie and Hannah caught you first and Hannah immediately walked over to greet you like the absolute sweet heart she was.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!" Hannah said pulling you into a hug which you reciprocated instantly with a smile.

"Well, midterms nearly killed me so that would check out." You replied jokingly and Hannah laughed letting go of you as Allie approached.

"Didn't feel like bringing your fling to dinner?" Allie teased and Hannah jumped at the statement.

"Excuse me? WHO?" Hannah asked and I laughed at the excitement.

"I will explain later. Is the food ready?" You asked walking further in the home to find Tucker completely immersed on plating the food while Logan sat on the stool at the kitchen island casually sipping on a beer. "It smells heavenly, Tuck."

"Oh hey, you made it, also thank you." Tucker replied with a little bow and pan in hand.

"Not fearing of Big Scary Beau." Logan teased.

"Oh okay, so everyone knows." You muttered as you sat down in a stool beside him.

"You upset a teddy bear, and his best friend lives here of course we all know." Logan said with a laugh.

"Okay so can any of you explain why on earth he is so upset." You asked, the irritation from last night prickling into your head again.

"No clue, sweetheart. In my opinion, you did nothing wrong." Tucker obliviously said placing the tray of left over roasted veggies in front of you and you gladly accepted picking one up.

"Thank you, Tucker. This is why you are my favorite."

"Hey! You haven't even heard what I have to say." Logan said, Hannah and Allie snickered at his comment as the approached the kitchen, joining the conversation. You simply looked at him so he could continue. "Fine, okay I think he is upset because he was caught off guard. And seeing Hunter in your space was probably very unusual and uncomfortable for him."

"It's the first time he has been in that position." Hannah added as reached for a carrot from the tray.

"First time for me too. I had never in my life been caught in a situation like that. And I had never seen Beau like that either. I mean seven years of friendship and never has he reacted like that." You said to your audience of friends who were far too invested.

"I think you should just talk to him. See what is bothering him if something still is." Allie suggested quite maturely.

Logan nodded in agreement and then added slyly, "You definitely have a lot to talk about."

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked giving him a halfway joking glare. That question was never answered because Dean, Garrett, and Beau walked in that very moment carrying drinks. Your eyes immediately caught onto Beau whose smile was wiped clean when he saw you sat in the kitchen completely comfortable and seeming like yesterday had done absolutely nothing to, even though the exact opposite was the truth.

"Drinks in the fridge please and thank, hustle." Tucker called out with a clap and that got the three moving into the kitchen with a playful salute from Dean as they moved to organize the drinks into the fridge.

You didn't want to ruin Tucker's dinner but you also had no clue how to approach this situation with bringing even more attention to the issue. So you naturally did what you did best, very boldly got of the stool walked over to Beau, tapped him shoulder, and very bluntly but kindly asked, "Can we talk?"

Beau turned around looking down at you and luckily his eyes weren't as cold as last night, "Yeah, let's talk." He responded quietly before grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you towards the door. "We will be back, start eating!" Beau called out as he nearly dragged you outside but you were more than willingly being dragged.

"Start eating, hilarious." Allie muttered as she got up to peak out the front window to try and catch a look as what was happening outside the warm house. Dean quickly joined her.

"Nosey much?" Logan asked as even he leaned back on his stool to try and catch a glance.

"Shush. Ughh, he is taking her to his car." Allie complained as she slumped down on the couch. "I can't what is going on from here." Dean just laughed softly at her antics.

Meanwhile, you got into the passenger easily. Your passenger seat, is a more accurate description. You had a pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment along with a pack of gum and your long lost bangles that you took off and placed there after a long night at the bar. Beau got into the drivers seat and shut the door holding the wheel for a second as to ground himself.

You adjusted yourself to look at him properly waiting to say something once he was able to look you in the eye.

"Did… did he stay the night?" Beau asked, catching you off guard and still not looking at you.

"Yeah, he did but he left early and didn't stay for breakfast." You replied honestly, looking down at your fidgeting hands on the center console. Beau finally looked over at you finally and you looked right back up to catch his glance.

"I'm sorry for acting out yesterday, it was uncalled for. I probably looked crazy. I just… I couldn't bear to see him there. It wasn't even because it was him, it could have been Jonathan Groff for all I care. It was because he was in my spot." Beau spoke and you listened, you listened well.

Now you were processing. "Your spot?" You repeated with curiosity.

"Yes, my spot. He was quite literally in my sweatpants at some point." Beau reminded you and you cringed remembering that little piece of information. "Listen, I freaked out yesterday because I was jealous. Genuinely. I mean he was in your bathroom, in your home, somewhere very little people step into. I was surprised you let him." explaining and trying to get a point across

"You let people into your apartment all the time, that's basically why we don't live together." You said blankly clueless, and avoiding the jealous.

"I cannot remember the last time I let someone other than friends and you into my space."

"What about Karina?" You asked and Beau fell silent, looking away for a second. "Beau?"

"I didn't text Karina." He admitted, hoping you would realize.

Your head cocked to the side as you stared at him with even more confusion now. "What? Why? I thought she was going to come over this week?"

Beau stared at you, needing you to take the hint, far to fearful to admit the truth himself. He was looking at you now like he was trying to telepathically communicate some government secret with you. "Take the hint, baby, please." He murmured, basically begging.

"Beau, what are you on about?" You asked genuinely completely scrambled as you looked at him all confused.

"You are so incredibly dense right now, but I love you so much regardless." He admitting quickly spitting it out before reaching over and gently cupping your cheek pulling your lips to his. You initially froze at the sudden touch still stuck on the L word he had spat out seconds prior, which scared him shitless, but before he could pull away you deepened the contact and kissed him moving your hand up around the back of his neck to pull him impossibly closer, suddenly wish you were in the backseat instead.

"I love you too, Beau." You muttered slightly breathless as you pulled away from the kiss and looked at him, pupils blown out matching his.

"Okay good, or else this would have been really awkward." He joked gently as he looked at you like you had hung the moon.

You let out a small laugh, "I feel stupid and very much dense." You told him in amusement.

"Don't worry, so was I. Up until last night, then I just got really jealous." He admitted with a wide smile, your charming smile.

"So… what does this mean?" You asked knowing damn well but needing reassurance.

"Well, I would like to be the only romantic relationship in your life, I know that much now."

"I'd like that."

"Good."

"Boyfriend Beau. Sounds nice." You said looking up at him with a smile and your eyes flickering only once back down at his lips but Beau noticed.

"Sounds really nice coming from you." He said softly as he leaned in to capture your lips once again, in a much more careful and sealing kiss.

Safe to say, dinner was cold once you two got back inside but thanks to Tucker it was still delicious.

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(more notes: i am taking requests y'all. and i do love me some angst. also im posting this at like 11:59pm exactly, giving me flashbacks to the last minute essays i would submit last semester.)

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guess who has no motivation to write for george weasley right now BUT WAIT guess who is writing a long one shot for beau maxwell because im lowkey obsessed with him and john logan and john tucker, can you tell i just watched off campus. ANYWAYS i will be posting that fic soon probably tomorrow unless i feel like adding about 5k words to it because i am enjoying writing this fic rn, hope y'all like angst and best friends to lover

also if you have any requests for the guys named above, i'll also write for dean and probably garrett, let me know i definitely will write for them and i appreciate ideas soooo send me a message

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♯┆the antidote? (ch.2)

how did this even occur, what was his issue, all you did was say hi to him once and now he won't stop making conversation and his hand keeps making his way into your hair and next thing you know your only friend is george weasley.

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(a/n: slytherinreader, SORRY for the lag on my update i had to graduate hs and finally i got some time sooo there will be more consistent updates hopefully... this will also be on my ao3, inspired by the cure by miss olivia rodrigo so expect some self loathing and also not belonging throughout AND this is chapter 2 out of 11-ish)

ch. 1 here

wc: 2.3k

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- why can't you come stitch me up?

that summer before your sixth year, you only heard from george with hidden owls and messily written post cards as he complained about how the quidditch world cup was ruined by the infamous deatheaters, and how harry got lost, nearly giving molly a heart attack.

george abandoned his twin to find you on the train as he looked for your compartment, he heard an intensely familiar laugh. it was you, but who would be making you laugh, you didn't have many friends at all apart from him. he walked into the compartment to find you sat across from adrian pucey.

"oh george! hello." you greeted warmly with adrian across from you and easily acknowledging the utter disbelief on george's face.

"hello, you busy?" george asked with caution and confusion.

"no, no she isn't. she just finished up chatting with a friend." pucey said with a smirk standing up from his spot and grazing your shoulder as a goodbye before he disappeared from the compartment and george shut the compartment door swiftly afterwards.

"what did that prick want?" george asked with slight irritation as he took adrian's prior spot.

"he isn't that much of a prick." you said simply amused by george's attitude.

"i don't believe that, love. have you seen him on the pitch, he is a bloody menace. no morals is what the bloke has." george said running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"his father and mine work together in ministry, so he came over this summer for a bit."

"you spent the summer with him?"

"no, i spent a week with him while our parents conducted business."

"i'm sorry he was in your home? for a WEEK?"

"yes, what's the issue?" you asked.

"we have never hung out in the summer before!"

"that's different."

"different, my arse." he said with a huff, dropping dramatically onto the seat.

"i didn't even know he was coming over, he isn't that bad. he said we would hang out during the school year." you explained.

"and you're willingly hanging out with him?" george asked in disbelief as he looked at you like you had grown an extra head.

"you are acting like he cursed your bloodline."

"he could! you never know." he exclaimed and you busted out laughing. "i'm serious, y'know." george added pressing his lips together, trying not to laugh along with you.

once you had arrived at hogwarts, you two had settled back into the comfort of your friendship. riding the carriage to the doors of the grand castle together.

that night george sat in his robes the gryffindor table across the great hall from you at as they sorted the first years into their respective houses. he was bored to death to say the least, that was until dumbledore announced the triwizard tournament and the yule ball, then he immediately turned to face fred both with nearly identical grins.

you just rolled your eyes at their antics and suddenly pulled away from your staring as adrian, pansy, and blaise started discussing the tournament beside you and you joined into the tempting conversation. they gossiped about who from the houses would drop their names and who they wanted to go with for the ball just like the rest of the great hall. but of course, dumbledore and snape started shushing us to announce one last thing, the best thing in many students opinion. the graceful beauxbatons and the intense durmstrang students coming into the great hall with their captivating entrances.

both sets of witches and wizards came in with pride and it only powered the excitement of the hall. george attempted to catch your reaction to their entrance but there was so much commotion, you were hidden. luckily for him he found you right after dismissal grabbing you by your shoulder gently before the crowd separated the two of you.

"did you see how proper they all came in!" he said in excitement, immediately catching your gaze. and you nodded with a smile at his exuding excitement as he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"it was so sick! i mean the uniforms from both schools are so charming and fitting." you added with admiration for the newly seen witches and wizards.

he nodded in agreement and then continued to rant about his opinion on the entrances and the upcoming tournament as he instinctively guided you out of the great hall with his hand still on your shoulder until you two were out of the crowd where he reluctantly dropped his hand and just started walking you to the slytherin dungeon door and no falter in his rant.

once you got to the doors he finally stopped right in front of you to give you a smile and a small, "sorry, love. got a bit carried away." with a tint of red on his cheeks and a hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment of his never-ending chatter.

"it's okay, george."

"huh?" he asked looking at you as he leaned down a bit to hear you better as he had not catched what you had said.

"i- i said it was okay. nothing i'm not used to." you said quickly clearing up your stutter at the shock of his closeness, hoping he didn't notice and seemingly, he didn't.

he just smiled with a nod and straightened back up, clearing his throat. "i'll leave you be then, good night, love."

"sweet dreams." you said with a soft tired smile before turning to the dungeon door to step into the knowingly cold slytherin common room.

george just sent one last forever comforting smile before making his way back to across the castle to the gryffindor tower. once in his common room he searched for fred and when he didn't find him in the common room he headed up to their dorm.

"FRED! are you in bed yet?" george exclaimed as he bursted into their dorm.

"no, you dimwit. where were you?" fred replied in his boxers ready for bed as he dried his ginger locks a towel.

"walking her to her dorm." george casually responded

fred didn't even need to ask who HER was. "are you asking her to the yule ball?"

"what? n-no, i don't know actually. maybe, well unless she wants to go with someone else, which i doubt, right?" george said stumbling over himself and his words as he took his shoes off.

"well, you should. i think i'm going to ask angelina."

"really? angie? i would have thought you to venture out from your childhood crush." george teased and dodging a hex from his brother.

"you aren't any better." fred said with a scoff.

"watch it. also the yule ball isn't for a couple of months anyways. maybe i find someone else to ask by december."

"i doubt it. just imagine her wrapped around someone else for one night, you wouldn't survive." fred instigated.

"oh yeah? how sure are you?" george questioned unable to resist a good gamble.

"i bet you, let's say, 50 galleons. that you don't ask her and let her go with some other bloke AND you don't intervene no matter who asks her." fred offered, tossing his towel aside to reach out and shake on it.

"fine, deal." george said reaching to shake fred's hand as a spur of the moment thing, shaking his hand to seal the bet.

the harm of the bet didn't really hit george until a couple weeks later when the first yule ball proposal was given to a ravenclaw girl right after your shared divination class and he saw the happiness that the genuine gesture brought to your face even when it wasn't for you. george's heart immediately sunk to his stomach realizing he wouldn't get to be the cause for your reaction because of his stupid pride. what hit him even worse was when he saw that adrian was also looking at you as you smiled for the lucky ravenclaw girl who excitedly accepted the proposal from the hufflepuff girl.

"that was so cute. i had heard rumors that monica was going to give a proposal to sandie but it ended up being the opposite way around!" you commented with a smile as the two of you started walking to the great hall for lunch. "monica was beaming, oh my goodness, it was so adorable."

"yeah, yeah it was quite nice." george replied with a certain odd nonchalance in his tone that you instantly caught onto.

"it was, everything okay?" you asked looking over at him to see if there was anything visibly wrong.

"yeah, everything's good. come on let's go eat." george said dodging the topic as he entered the great hall and grabbed your wrist to pull you to the table full of lunch options and handed you an empty plate.

"okay.." you muttered with suspicions but merely decided to stay silent as you took the plate with a quick, "thanks" to then serve yourself up lunch and walk over to your usual spot trying to casually dismiss his odd behavior.

george took a breath as he stacked up his plate then setting it down as he sat across from you.

"so, are you planning on asking anyone to the ball?" you asked casually making conversation before taking a bite of your food.

george's gaze snapped to your instantly in shock. i mean, how could you even ask such a thing. "no, not really. it has not crossed my mind actually." he lied as he looked away from your gaze to look at the assortment of food he had served himself, which suddenly looked very unappetizing. "why do you ask?"

"curiosity, i mean everyone is talking about the ball and the tournament. "

"true. i guess i just don't deem it that important. have you been thinking about the ball?" he added trying to be slick.

"i have been thinking about it. it sounds really fun." you said genuinely. "it sounds lovely actually. we all get to dress up, dance, and eat. also i think the proposals are just wonderful. i guess i do deem it quite important."

george couldn't look you in the eye as the remorse trickled in. he just shoved some food in his mouth allowing you to continue to talk about how grand the ball was likely to be and how excited you were to come up with something to wear.

"do you have anyone you would like to go with?" he finally asked looking at you after he swallowed back his food.

you stared at him for a moment carefully before saying. "i'm not sure actually. i mean i did have someone in mind but i don' t think i will be asked so… yeah. but i could end up going alone as well." you ranted out.

he just took another bite of his meal with a nod in acknowledgement of your words before merely avoiding eye contact.

your usually comfortable lunch was souring by the second as neither of you made a move to start up another conversation. but with much luck, none at all, simply the knowing chaos

fred showed up and plopped himself down beside george with a plate of food in competition with his brothers.

"g'day you all. did you see monica and sandie's yule proposal thingy! first one of the year." fred commented unknowing of the preceding tension.

"yeah, we were leaving our lecture when it happened actually." you said with a small smile as you thought of the moment that had been mere minutes prior.

"any bets on whose proposing next?" fred asked with blatant curiosity.

george nearly choked on his water, fred cocked his eyebrow up in amusement and you looked over in oblivion.

"any opinions, lad?" fred teased george trying not to laugh knowingly.

george glared at fred and then responded with, "maybe cedric will ask cho."

"oh! yes. i hope he does something grand for her before he adds himself to that goblet of fire." you said immediately excited to hear about the couple of the year. "they are such a charming couple. aren't they?" you added gesturing to where the two sat across the great hall all lovey dovey with each other.

"they are a cute pair. anyways, sweetheart." fred said turning to look at you directly taking your attention. "when do you plan to get into the dating seen, cannot go all alone to the ball, pretty."

"fred!" george shot daggers at fred's invasive and out of the blue question.

you looked at him shocked for a second and then cleared your throat, replying with, "i think we all know i don't really date. not something i ever really tried… i don't even know where i would start."

"really? i know a couple of chaps that could be interested. are you opposed to lads of any houses? and what about ladies? what are we thinking here?" fred continued with a smile on his face.

you simply laughed at his shenanigans, slightly flustered at the topic of conversation. meanwhile george was attempting to hold back from strangling his brother on the spot.

"let me set you up on a date! it will open the doors for you, i promise i will choose someone proper nice. then people will see you are available. and you can snag a fit date to the yule ball." fred pressed only meaning about 60% well and the other 40% in pissing george off.

you thought about it for a second. you really did, you didn't socialize much outside of your known people, maybe it would do you good. then again there was possible danger in letting others in. you barely upheld a couple of good friendships on top of being academically sound, what if a romantic addition was too much? and if they don't like you then what? it was a risky agreement, truly odd and-

"fine, yes, set me up with someone."

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(notes: okay we are SO back y'all, pinky promise now. also olivia’s album is so fire like actually i love it and again lmk if you want to be added to the taglist)

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♯┆the antidote? (ch.1)

how did this even occur, what was his issue, all you did was say hi to him once and now he won't stop making conversation and his hand keeps making his way into your hair and next thing you know your only friend is george weasley.

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(a/n: slytherinreader, firstfic also can be read as a oneshot also like high nervous also this will also be on my ao3, i have the same user. this is inspired by the cure by miss olivia rodrigo so expect some self loathing and also not belonging throughout AND this is chapter 1 out of 11 i think)

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- it's good for me i'm sure

it was another year on the 9 ¾ platform, your third year to be exact.

you walked into the train with a heavy trunk dragging behind you as you looked for an empty compartment. you arranged yourself comfortably in the first empty compartment, tucking away your trunk before taking a seat with a book on your lap and starting up your walkman with kiss me, kiss me, kiss me by the cure being the first album rushing through your headphones.

you didn't expect company, you never did, when you first were sorted into slytherin you had been outcasted by some friends that you met on the train, who had ended sorted into gryffindor. after that you learned that newly sorted slytherins were granted an inflated ego along with the green and silver tie. other students believed you were a stereotypical slytherin and your fellow housemates assumed you weak because you minded your business and you never moved to prove them otherwise, finding no importance in their opinions. that also meant you had no friends only being people's classmate.

so that's why when a rushing ginger ran into your compartment thirty minutes after the train had started to hogwarts and locked himself in your compartment like a dementor itself had been behind him, you were caught off guard and blank staring at him. the lanky boy had not even noticed you until he took a breath and opened his eyes with a little jump at the notice of your presence. "hello?" he greeted with caution.

"hi." you simply responded equally cautious. the weasley twins were notoriously trouble in the halls and basically anywhere they stepped foot.

"sorry, do you mind harboring me for a second? you know, like a fugitive, i might have pissed off some of your fellow snakes and i rather not get skinned alive. unless you are not willing then i will go face them…" the boy ranted as he sat down across from you and ran a hand through his hair like he had been running the ministry.

"i don't mind. although i do have a question." you said pausing your cassette and slipping off your headphones.

"ask away." he said with a small welcoming smile as he noticed your poise.

"we have been on the rails for a mere thirty minutes, how did you accomplish the title of fugitive?"

"well you see…" george started and it felt like it never ended as he told the tale mainly blaming his twin brother for the situation. "and now here i am, chatting with miss mysterious. or more like talking your ear off."

"miss mysterious?" you questioned confused and still wary.

"well yes, i don't know much about you, but we have time." he stated looking down at his wrist and a nonexistent watch. "so, what do you got there?" he asked gesturing at the book now abandoned beside you and the headphones on your neck. it did not take you long to cave and explain the plot of flowers for algernon to the confused but curious boy then letting him listen to the snakepit on your walkman. he was mesmerized with the conversation you made and he enjoyed seeing emotion play onto your face as he joked. nearly two hours had swam past as you conversed with him surprisingly enough the conversation was not stopping not until someone aka george's near carbon copy walked in and dramatically dragged george out. george reluctantly left not before waving you off with a small smile.

after that all of third year he found excuses to talk to you and "randomly" bumped into your almost daily after dinner. all of fourth year as well continuously stitching himself into your life.

when fifth year rolled around you two were "too close" according to fred.

"george, that's stupid." you said blankly at the ranting ginger as he claimed conspiracy theories about dumbledore's phoenix on your bed as you sat multitasking at your desk jotting down notes for the upcoming O.W.L.s and listeneing to george in your tidy prefect room.

"you simply have no whimsy." he huffed as he turned over to prop himself up to look at you better. "when are you done with studying?" he asked as if he was growing tired of you staring at the never ending pages of the advanced transfiguration book.

"when the O.W.L.s are over." i told him as a looked up from my page to look at him.

"oh come onnn," he whined dramatically before suddenly remembering something, "i have a game this weekend. are you going? i can get you my spare jersey again." and you had been hoping he wouldn't bring it up.

"i'm not sure if i am going yet." you said simply looking back at your notes.

george sat up immediately, "what? why not? it is like the biggest game of the season. gryffindor versus slytherin right before playoffs. remember?"

"studying." you simply responded trying to end the conversation. but he knew better.

"no, you don't need to study. you would be fine without studying, why don't you want to go?" he pressed.

you briefly sighed and put your quill down to face him, "my parents are to attend this weekend's game."

oh.

he didn't know much about your family, only that if the rumors about your family were true, you might as well be adopted. an old money pureblood slytherin family, father and mother ministry court personnel for dark art cases, and that you were their only child. "okay, great, i get to meet the makers." george said attempting to stay positive.

"no, you shouldn't." you said quickly and seriously.

"why?"

"there is no reason for you to interact with them."

"you are my best friend and i am yours, has all that studying finally melted your brain? of course there is a reason." he said with blooming frustration.

"i rather you not speak to them." you said growing irritated and your walls starting to build.

"fine. i won't." george said noticing your irritation. "do they even know about me?" he asked without thinking.

"no. they don't. it is simply better without their interference." you said simply.

"my parents know about you." george said slightly offended.

"that is different."

"really? how so? please enlighten me." his offense growing.

"it just is." you insisted only wanting the conversation to end.

"no, i would really like to know why you believe hiding me is okay."

"george, i'm not hiding you-"

"you are!" he said cutting you off and standing from the bed as he grabbed his coat in anger slipping it on, "fine, don't go, i could not care less just like you seem to not care about the importance of our friendship."

"no, george you don't understand." you defended standing up and reach for him in an attempt to keep him here and explain but he just pulled away and left the room shutting the door behind him.

he didn't speak to you for days and you could only give him space. then when it was the day of the game he was running drills on the field to warm up but his eyes wandered as he scanned the bleachers for your presence. he spotted you and had to look again to make sure it was you. you were sat alongside presumably your mother and father who could have been mistaken for gargoyles. you were in full funeral black and a sleek emerald headband, george grew uneasy seeing your unusual look and demeanor. his worry grew as he watched your parents speak to you and seeing your stiff composed posture but the game was mere minutes from starting and he had to focus.

once the game started, george kept the worry in the back of his mind attempting to not look your way in worry of distracting himself from the action of the pitch. the game was incredibly intense with the rival houses going incredibly rough on each other. you watched with hidden worry as you watch george dodge yet another hit. the game was called to an end after an grueling two hours of near physical combat on brooms. there was no winner, only sour and irritated aggressive players from both teams leaving the pitch after dumbledore called the game for nonspecific safety reason.

you walked with your complaining parents off the bleachers while george was attempting to rush through a shower in the locker room in order to find you, disregarding the mess of a match. he dried his hair off as quickly as possible and changed into a long sleeve and jeans nearly tripping into his sneakers as he walked out of the locker room. you were still near the bleachers off to the side of your parents who spoke to the Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy who had been in attendance. he spotted you immediately and was close to calling your name but instead stood blankly staring at you speaking to adrian pucey.

"george! where is your brother?" molly called out to her son and that snapped him right out of his trance.

"probably changing, mom."

"hmm, good job out there son." arthur spoke.

"thanks." george said exhausted and his thoughts obviously elsewhere. you didn't get along with pucey, you hated him, then why were you there? was he forcing a conversation? were you even interested in whatever the bastard spat out? because there was absolutely no way that-

"george, mate, yoo-hoo! ya there?" fred said with a firm clap as he stood in front of his brother. "what is up with you? did you finally make up with your girlfriend?" he teased.

"not my girlfriend." george said with a huff.

"i'm going to assume that's a no then." fred said and looking at whatever george was still staring at. "no way, is that pucey with her?" he exclaimed watch me blankly looking at a talkative and cocky pucey with obvious repulsion.

"yes, yes it is." george said through gritted teeth.

"well don't blow his head off. come on, we have talk to the team." fred announced pulling his brother away from the sight and back to their locker room.

you soon escaped another mundane conversation from pucey with luck as you escorted your parents back to the entrance of the castle for their departure.

"focus on the upcoming O.W.L.s, dear." your mother said instead of an actual goodbye or caring phrase and your father simply nodded in agreement before they both turned away and started for their carriage. you did not loosen up until they were out of sight and you took a deep breath and finally pulled off the stupid headband.

"ouch. you okay?" a recognizable voice asked gently behind you. you spun around quickly looking up at george.

"george." you said.

"hey." he said quietly taking a step closer to take the headband off your hands. "this new?"

"a gift from my parents."

"you sure it isn't some device to make sure you study for your exams?" he joked lightly as he looked at the nice accessory. you just blinked with an unreadable expression before nearly tackling him into a much needed hug that he instantly reciprocated tightly, dropping the headband.

"i'm so sorry," you started as your head was tucked into his neck, "i don't want to hide you but if you were familiar with my parents you would understand why no one knows much about them and why i have to. they aren't kind and they don't know me at all, i don't need anyone to have know how they are because-"

"hey, it's okay, i understand. i forgive you, it's okay." he assured cutting off your rant and adding reassurance tightening the hug and topping it off with a kiss to the top of your head.

safe to say you never spoke about your parents again, not willingly at least.

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(notes: ik this chapter moves fast but just bear with me because the next chapters will be long and chaotic, i will be following canon lore SOMEWHAT not all of it tho so yeah <3 also thank youu and if a taglist is wanted LMK)

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