#fic.recs — fred weasley 🗒️

[loverspidey]

🥺🥺🥺

this was so adorable pls, freddie ofc would put veritaserum on someone's drink to reveal a secret but i NEED part 2 so he finds out about the daydreams 😭😭

Daydreaming

smut, fluff, angst: fluff and sort of smut-ish

pairing: fred weasley x reader(fem)

word count: 1241

summary: fred and y/n are friends, and but she’s got a crush on him, so she’s constantly daydreaming about him, and he’s always curious as to what she’s thinking about, and he’s determined to find out 

warning: some smutty thoughts, and some curses I think, drinking 

a/n: ITALICS ARE THOUGHTS FYI!! I felt i should move onto smut and stuff, I’ll just be slowly transitioning into it, so I get relearn how to do it . I feel so bad that I haven’t posted anything in months, I just have no motivated to do anything lately. I also had school and I got a job now so, sorry oops

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[loverspidey]

“The quaffle is currently in the hands of Johnson, who passed it to L/N. Merlin, that girl is way out of Fred’s league – I still have no idea how he scored her.” Lee’s amusing, even if biased at times, commentary caused laughs to erupt from the Gryffindors.

NXJSJXJSJ LEE IM DYINGHSHQJXBQK

He grinned at you, “Anything to keep my princess safe.”

HIS PRINCESS 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫

Hermione shot you a small smile from where she sat, “If the two of you don’t get married someday – then I don’t know what love is.”

🥺🤧 this is so cute i'm crying

i loved this so much!! it was all so adorable and cute and seeing fred worry so much about the reader i just 😣💓💓💓

Bludger | F.W.

Title: Bludger (x chaser!reader)

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: After being hit by a bludger, Fred is waiting on his girlfriend hand and foot

The wind blew through your hair, the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

The noise that the Gryffindors were making probably carried out for miles as they cheered on their team.

The game was absolutely brutal. Which wasn’t surprising – considering that it was between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

“The quaffle is currently in the hands of Johnson, who passed it to L/N. Merlin, that girl is way out of Fred’s league – I still have no idea how he scored her.” Lee’s amusing, even if biased at times, commentary caused laughs to erupt from the Gryffindors.

“Jordan, can you please refrain from mixing in your own opinions with the commentary.” McGonagall warned him through gritted teeth.

“Sorry Professor, won’t happen again.” Jordan said, but everyone knew that that wasn’t true.

Tucking the quaffle under your arm, you dodged the other chasers – trying to get to the opposite team’s goal post.

Seeing no opening wherein you can score – you decided to pass the quaffle to Alicia, who was closer to you than Angelina was.

You were unaware of a bludger being hurled in your direction until your boyfriend suddenly appeared by your side and use his bat to push you away from the line of danger.

Shooting him a grateful smile, you quickly kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks Freddie.”

He grinned at you, “Anything to keep my princess safe.”

Playfully rolling your eyes at him, you stirred your broom away in order to catch the quaffle that Alicia threw in your direction.

It was still a close fight – Gryffindor in the lead with 240 points and Slytherin with 230 points.

The only thing that would determine the winner would be whichever house caught the snitch.

The adrenaline rush that flowed in your blood still hadn’t faded, not until the game was over.

The quaffle was in your hands and you were racing towards the Slytherin’s goal post when you felt something heavy hit your arm and your surroundings suddenly turned to black.

--

There was a light throb in your head, causing you to groan. You could hear faint whispers around you – but you still didn’t have the strength to open your eyes.

“This is all my fault.” The familiar voice of your boyfriend reached your mind, “If I was faster, she wouldn’t have been hit.”

“Stop blaming yourself Fred.” Ginny said, “It was an accident. Nobody saw it coming.”

“But I could’ve prevented it.” He said.

“Can someone please tie him to a chair before he goes to drown himself in the showers.” George teased.

“Funny joke.” Oliver mused, “But since we won – I don’t have the reason of drowning myself in the showers.”

“I wonder if it hurt.” Ron wondered.

“Really Ronald.” Hermione scolded, “Let’s try throwing a bludger at you and see if it hurts or not.”

“For your information Ron, I will speak from experience and tell you that it does hurt.” Harry said.

“I don’t know how you except me to get some rest if you’re making quite the ruckus.” You said, finally having the strength to open your eyes.

The first thing you saw was the face of your lover as he looked down at you with a worried look.

“How’re feeling sweetheart?” He asked, gently petting your hair.

Resting a hand on his cheek, you smiled at him, “I’m feel pretty much fine.”

You tried to sit up, only to have pain flair up in your left arm causing you to lay back down.

“Take it easy.” Oliver said, “You kinda broke your arm.”

Fred helped you sit up, placing a pillow behind your back for you to lean on.

Once you were settled in, you asked the question that had been on your mind, “What happened?”

Your boyfriend avoided your gaze as he answered, “A bludger hit you on the arm – when I saw it coming towards you, I tried to get there as fast as I could. But I didn’t make it in time. Sorry princess.”

You used your uninjured hand to cup his face in it and have him look at you, “Don’t blame yourself Freddie. Like Ginny said, it was an accident. Besides, I’m perfectly fine – it would take more than a bludger to get rid of me Weasley.”

--

The next day, Madam Pomfrey had already discharged you, but you had to keep your arm in a sling for it to fully heal.

You sat at your usual spot, in between the twins, and your boyfriend insisted on spoon feeding you.

“Fred,” you laughed, “I broke my left hand and I’m right-handed. I am perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

He shushed you, “I know that. But you need to recover so let me take care of you.”

“Can’t you two be anymore disgusting?” George groaned, “May I remind you, some of us are single.”

After dinner, the two of you were about to head to the common room, you reached down to take your bag when Fred beat you to it.

“Freddie!” You complained as you pouted at him.

Despite finding you adorable, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry princess, I’ll just carry it for you.”

Before you could protest, he pressed a finger to your lips, “You have a broken arm – which is partially my fault. And as your loving boyfriend, it is my duty to take care of you.”

“Cheeky.” You muttered as he draped his arm around your waist and the two of you headed towards the common room.

--

“Freddie,” You cooed, lifting your head up from the crook of his neck.

“Yes princess?” He asked, running a hand through your hair.

The Gryffindor common room was relatively quiet – except for a few of your fellow Gryffindors.

“Can you please get me some chocolate?” You requested, jutting your lip out in a small pout as you gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

Fred visibly melted at the sight of you and at that moment, he wondered if Lee was right – how in the name of Merlin was he able to score such a goddess like you?

“Right away your highness.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek before running out of the common room to comply with your request.

Hermione shot you a small smile from where she sat, “If the two of you don’t get married someday – then I don’t know what love is.”

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[loverspidey]

bestie- my heart 🥺💛

fred finds this situation amusing. one, he’s brought you to the hospital wing but for some reason it was the wrong thing to do? two, he’s tucked you in and he’s staying by your side (shh... madam pomfrey said she’ll allow it as long as fred’s quiet) to stay the night but you still seem a bit fussy despite his kind and generous action that’s perceived as–“you’re such a drama king, fred weasley.”

i can see him PERFECTLY running tf off to madam pomfrey being scared to death 😭😭😭 my boy i love him so so much. but also- i, too, am a dramatic leo queen 😁😁

fred may be a playful menace through the halls of hogwarts but he’s a sweetheart beneath it all. he lifts up your laced hands so he can plant a kiss to the back of your hand; the gesture making your heart turn to putty so effortlessly.

his touch is probably so comforting, the type of thing that makes you feel at home

“you mad, woman? i care a whole lot about you if it wasn’t obvious with the tons of fireworks i’ve unloaded on your birthday.”

“hey!” fred grumbles, shaking your hand in retaliation but to no avail when you stubbornly keep your eyes closed and your head turned to the side. it’s not until fred lowers your interlocked hands to the mattress with a huff, deciding to hunch over to rest as well but when he hears a soft i care about you a lot, freddie, he smiles as his eyes flutter shut, squeezing your hand he presses to his lips.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 BABYYYYY I MISS YOUUUUU

Hewo, can i request “nurse” give my muse a company at the hospital thankyou

sure thing, hun! 💞✨ i hope you like this one!!

loud & deafening silence drabbles [tag here / list here] nurse ➜ give my muse company in the hospital

fred finds this situation amusing. one, he’s brought you to the hospital wing but for some reason it was the wrong thing to do? two, he’s tucked you in and he’s staying by your side (shh... madam pomfrey said she’ll allow it as long as fred’s quiet) to stay the night but you still seem a bit fussy despite his kind and generous action that’s perceived as–“you’re such a drama king, fred weasley.”

“what?” he scoffs a laugh, resting his chin in his palm, his other hand squeezing yours beneath the blanket as he smiles at your pout, “i found you knocked out cold on the ground. what else was i supposed to do?”

“uh?” you use your free hand to flick his nose, “maybe wait until i wake up?”

“what if you didn’t–oh, okay. i see why you call me a drama king now,” fred snorts at the way you roll your eyes at him but still doesn’t let go of your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“c’mon, it’s not all that bad. madam pomfrey said you’re good to go in a couple of hours,”

“freddie,”

“yeah?”

“she said i should sleep here for the night,”

“bah!” he waves a hand (his free hand), “same thing.”

fred may be a playful menace through the halls of hogwarts but he’s a sweetheart beneath it all. he lifts up your laced hands so he can plant a kiss to the back of your hand; the gesture making your heart turn to putty so effortlessly.

“you’re not mad at me, are you? i was just worried about you.”

“you’re silly,” you make use of your hand being so close to his face to nudge his cheek, “but i’d never be mad. kind of flattered you care this much about me.”

now he looks offended.

“you mad, woman? i care a whole lot about you if it wasn’t obvious with the tons of fireworks i’ve unloaded on your birthday.”

“i can’t believe you’re still serving detention for that. professor snape officially hates you for an eternity.”

“so you see? i care about you.” he kisses your hand again. “a lot.”

“me too, freddie.”

“nuh-uh,” he huffs, “don’t count when you say it like that.”

“oh, look at the time,” you yawn softly, leaning back to close your eyes as you settle into your pillow. “goodnight.”

“hey!” fred grumbles, shaking your hand in retaliation but to no avail when you stubbornly keep your eyes closed and your head turned to the side. it’s not until fred lowers your interlocked hands to the mattress with a huff, deciding to hunch over to rest as well but when he hears a soft i care about you a lot, freddie, he smiles as his eyes flutter shut, squeezing your hand he presses to his lips.

[loverspidey]

HIII BESTIE saw this notification and RAN 🥺🥺 i've missed reading ur fics so much

now let's get to the good stuff

the first time fred had witnessed it, he didn’t know how to feel. specifically, his heart almost stopped when he laid eyes on... your smile. the way your lips curve up when you met his gaze for the first time along with a small wave. he was so smitten, he didn’t even know how to react, merely staring at you in awe until he realized you were smiling at him. (george had to smack him to get him to function again)

this made me so gwiabxskia AHHH IT WAS SO ADORABLE my smile is one of the thing i actually really like about myself and this just wow- made me feel much confident in it 💗💗💗💗

now, after being with you for a while, he still gets the butterflies when he sees you walking up to him. from a small smile, shifting to a huge grin, curling into his arms as you giggle into his neck. his heart feels like its about to set ablaze, but when you look into his eyes and press a soft kiss to his lips, you easily blow out the flames.

SPEECHLESS. i got butterflies 😵💫😵💫 i love shy!fred more than anything else in this world, i love how he's so affectionate and WHIPPED for the reader, this made my day so much better 🥺

the whole group erupts with laughter and while fred basks in the feeling of making people laugh, his eyes always return to you. watching as the light fills your eyes from joy, the happiness eliciting such pretty sounds as you respond to his stories, jokes, anything. fred feels alive every time he gets to hear you laugh and watch you smile; which just means he’s living everyday. 

you are SOOOO good at describing every feeling and emotion. i'm so in love with the way he always looks for the reader to see them smile 🥺🤲 it just shows how much someone loves them and it makes my heart wrench

he doesn’t shy away from it, only grinning wider when your eyes meet. it grants fred your hand that slithers underneath the table, reaching for one of his which he gladly holds onto. there’s a shyness embedded in your eyes as you look away, squeezing his hand on his lap. 

YOU ARE KILLING ME 😫😫😫😫 pls pls pls this is so charming and soft and wholesome and IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM AND THIS JUST MAKES ME LOVE HIM MORE

when you take a turn to the side and meet with fred’s eyes again, something about the way you smile at him so nonchalantly lets him know that maybe you think the same, too.

no one touch me i'm so emotional 🥺💐 baby pls marry me 😭 i'm so whipped for him pls WHY CAN'T HE BE REAL

the smile on your face (f.w.)

💌: making you smile is one of the many things fred thinks is the best thing he’s able to do (it’s more rewarding to him in his eyes, though) 📝 word count: 534 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 asdasd 💬: babes, i just stumbled upon this post and it’s just–i ran with the idea because fred weasley :-)

the first time fred had witnessed it, he didn’t know how to feel. specifically, his heart almost stopped when he laid eyes on… your smile. the way your lips curve up when you met his gaze for the first time along with a small wave. he was so smitten, he didn’t even know how to react, merely staring at you in awe until he realized you were smiling at him. (george had to smack him to get him to function again)

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[loverspidey]

we are back on the fred weasley simping train 🚂 ;')

he actually forgot you were allergic to peanuts. not just oh, i get itchy but... my throat closes in on itself and i can’t breathe kind of reaction. it slipped his mind when he was too excited with what he had planned. fred was so certain this was it. the date that was gonna make you feel better after long weeks of cramming for o.w.l.s  and now here you were recovering from an allergic reaction he had caused.

😭😭😭😭 BABY OFC THIS WOULD HAPPEN, i can already imagine the absolute worry he would go through

it’s like he can’t resist, either. a force that drives him over to where you are. seated on your bed next to you, his long limbs are already snaking around your figure to pull you into his embrace. he relishes in it, sighing into your neck when he feels you giggling. almost as if he doesn’t deserve this. not after what could’ve transpired if he wasn’t quick enough or if angelina hadn’t been fast to catch on what had happened.

i am an angelina johnson stan first, and human being second. also pretty bby, i love him so so much

“yeah, but you’re my idiot,” you snicker when he huffs, pulling away to frown at you with his features contorting into a look of distaste. almost like a wounded puppy. the resemblance was... spot on, you would say.

MY LOVE I AM SO NSJAKZNW MY HEART I CANNOT RN but also yes, he is an idiot.

it’s in the midst of the silence that you feel fred’s lips by the side of your head, murmuring a soft i’m sorry, love. and it’s in the way you kiss the spot on his neck before settling your face there, with a smile he feels on his skin that he knows it’s okay, freddie.

as you eat your breakfast and listen in on katie’s rambles, you peek to fred to see him smiling at you gratefully. how was it that it’s a bad experience for you, but you sheltered him from it? he still doesn’t know how a person like you existed. as your hand reaches beneath the table to hold onto his... he laces his fingers with yours and gives you a smile. knowing that behind that smile, he’s reminded time and time again that yeah, you exist. with him. here, together. and wherever.))

fuck real men I WANT HIMMMMMMMM *sigh*

Fred giving his girlfriend something not knowing she’s allergic and being super lovely dovy after?

haha! this is definitely something fred would do 🤣i see it happening and how he'd be taking care of her so well after. so here it is babes! i hope you enjoy this one 😘

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a little accident, a whole lotta guilt (f.w.)

💌: fred thought for sure this would be one of the most romantic dates you two have had... until he triggers your allergic reaction. 📝word count: 823 words / fred weasley x muggleborn!reader / 🌸silly fluff 💬: i kinda tried? idk, i like the idea but wanted to make it realistic with what i know with allergic reactions? so hopefully it’s still enjoyable, haha! ✨

with what fred had planned, it would’ve easily been a romantic gesture. a perfect date in hogsmeade, appreciating each other’s company in the courtyard where the sun was out, the well-thought picnic basket fred had packed and... a piece of treat that sent you rushing to the hospital wing (and thank god for angelina in knowing where you kept your epipen in case of emergencies).

he actually forgot you were allergic to peanuts. not just oh, i get itchy but... my throat closes in on itself and i can’t breathe kind of reaction. it slipped his mind when he was too excited with what he had planned. fred was so certain this was it. the date that was gonna make you feel better after long weeks of cramming for o.w.l.s  and now here you were recovering from an allergic reaction he had caused.

it’s only after a moment under madam pomfrey’s inspection, the aid from angelina and her urging him to go see you did he build the courage to visit you in the hospital wing. he stands by one of the pillars, hidden from view as he peeks to see you... looking right at him.

“you’re not exactly tiny, freddie.” you chuckle lightly, causing him to throw his head back with a groan. he reveals himself (as if he was doing so well in hiding before), taking calculated steps towards you. he stops just a couple of steps away, hands behind his back, hanging his head low as he kicks his own feet.

“you look like that time i pulled the triggers on fireworks before you.”

he snaps his head up with a frown, “you said i actually did it!”

“there’s no way you would believe me if george knew it wasn’t you, either.”

his mouth opens to retaliate, but he finds that he can’t. not when you’re laying in bed looking all weak but still so, so strong and loving at the same time. sometimes he doesn’t know how he managed to get with someone like you. whenever he has those doubts, all he has to do is look into your eyes and somehow, someway, those thoughts diminish on their own.

as if you had some sort of power beyond magic.

“you gonna stand there all day, weasley? or are you gonna come here and give me a hug?”

it’s like he can’t resist, either. a force that drives him over to where you are. seated on your bed next to you, his long limbs are already snaking around your figure to pull you into his embrace. he relishes in it, sighing into your neck when he feels you giggling. almost as if he doesn’t deserve this. not after what could’ve transpired if he wasn’t quick enough or if angelina hadn’t been fast to catch on what had happened.

“i’m an idiot,” he mumbles into your hair.

“yeah, but you’re my idiot,” you snicker when he huffs, pulling away to frown at you with his features contorting into a look of distaste. almost like a wounded puppy. the resemblance was... spot on, you would say.

“it’s okay, freddie,” you say, “now you’ll remember this forever and make sure you don’t feed me nuts,”

“remember?” he scoffs, “i think i’ve gotten this tattooed to my brain.”

“good thing it’s not my death then, huh?”

“...”

“...”

“...sorry. too soon?”

“no joking about your death. i’m too fragile for that.”

“okay, okay.”

it’s in the midst of the silence that you feel fred’s lips by the side of your head, murmuring a soft i’m sorry, love. and it’s in the way you kiss the spot on his neck before settling your face there, with a smile he feels on his skin that he knows it’s okay, freddie.

((”are there any nuts in that?”

“freddie,”

“yeah?”

“it’s an omelet.”

“can’t be too careful!”

//

“nuts?”

"freddie,”

"hm?”

“it’s bread.”

“...some pastries have nuts...”

george snickers, flicking a napkin to his face across the table at the great hall, “oi, cool it with the hounding, yeah?”

“oh, sorry mate. just an allergy that can kill my girl but who cares, yeah?”

“we goin’ there?” george scoffs a laugh, “let’s not forget who–”george muffles his jab to fred when you quickly shove a muffin to his mouth. it garners quiet chuckles in your circle of friends before the conversation steers away from the twins’ banter. 

as you eat your breakfast and listen in on katie’s rambles, you peek to fred to see him smiling at you gratefully. how was it that it’s a bad experience for you, but you sheltered him from it? he still doesn’t know how a person like you existed. as your hand reaches beneath the table to hold onto his... he laces his fingers with yours and gives you a smile. knowing that behind that smile, he’s reminded time and time again that yeah, you exist. with him. here, together. and wherever.))

[loverspidey]

i'm sorry, did i read that correctly??? DEDICATED TO ME??????? *grateful and happy noises*

you haven’t slept in days. what fred means by that is... it’s exactly what it is, you haven’t slept in days. one day, fred’s afraid he’ll swing by your dorm and he’ll actually find you turned into a statue. that’s how much you’ve been studying, that’s how hard you’ve brought things onto yourself and weighing down onto your shoulders, so deep it’s hard to breathe.

this sounds so much like me it's baaaaaad ... it's the "we barely have any self preservation because we are overachievers and want to succeed in everything" gang 😋😋

but that’s why you have fred weasley.

my. boy.

“there’s my pretty girl,” he smiles, almost too handsome for his own good.

😫😫😫😫 I CAN SEE THIS PERFECTLY FCK WHY IS HE LITERALLY GODLY

“i’m... that’s it. i’m gonna fail everything, i’m gonna–”fred’s quick to stop your rambling by popping a chocolate frog to your mouth. it’s proven to be a success when he sees how the chocolate goodness makes you smile (after you scoff and roll your eyes at him, of course).

i really do need myself a fred to remind me that i won't be a failure at life 🥲😶

he decides it’s too slow to wait for you to make it here on your own that he walks over, grabs your wrist to tug you to follow him. fred props up your pillow for him to lean against and drags you to sit between his legs as he pops the picnic basket open. retrieving a pumpkin pastie, he hands it to you and has a small flask which hisses when he twists the cap. soon the waft of hot chocolate fills the room and past the admiration that fred weasley goes for you, the concern of him not studying when he should still gets the best of you.

I WANT HIM YOUR HONOR!!!!!!!! yes please marry me mr weasley

“my love,” he cups your chin, nudging your mouth open so he can direct your hand to put the pumpkin pastie in followed by that shit-eatingly handsome wink of his, “we all know i’m just gonna nick off george and hope for the best. if not, you’ll be the breadwinner among us.”

🥺 "my love" i can't. i'm done. died. passed away. broken and then fixed. crying. screaming. throwing up.

fred and angelina share an eye roll... but when angelina settles in bed, she watches as fred’s content watching you sleep, leaning by your side as he holds onto one of your hand. this is one of the times angelina will lay off on the teasing. not when you needed this pick me up, not when fred seems to be the sweetest when it came to you.

angelina PLEASE be my bestie 😸💐

hi! for the drabble thing, affectionate, wink please

loud & deafening silence drabbles [tag here / list here] wink ➜ wink at my muse so with the amount of serotonin i received from @616films​ here i dedicate this lil blurb to her >:)

you haven’t slept in days. what fred means by that is... it’s exactly what it is, you haven’t slept in days. one day, fred’s afraid he’ll swing by your dorm and he’ll actually find you turned into a statue. that’s how much you’ve been studying, that’s how hard you’ve brought things onto yourself and weighing down onto your shoulders, so deep it’s hard to breathe.

but that’s why you have fred weasley.

and that boy is now stepping into your room, careful to be quiet as he pads into your shared room with angelina (though, she gets the memo and leaves after fred bribes her with a chocolate frog). fred stands behind your chair, watching as you remain stagnant with your head in your hands.

he reaches out with a hand to your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze. it does nothing to elicit a response so he sighs and gets to his knees, coming to your height as he tried to turn your chair. when he does so successfully, it allows him to have a good look at your face now that your hands have fallen.

“there’s my pretty girl,” he smiles, almost too handsome for his own good. you groan and lean back into the chair, much like a deflated balloon that fred finds amusing. he has a hand on your knee, the other reaching up to cup your cheek, “c’mon now. i didn’t give away a chocolate frog to johnson to have you look like this.”

“i’m... that’s it. i’m gonna fail everything, i’m gonna–”fred’s quick to stop your rambling by popping a chocolate frog to your mouth. it’s proven to be a success when he sees how the chocolate goodness makes you smile (after you scoff and roll your eyes at him, of course).

“better?” he chuckles, especially when you quiet down like a tamed kitten. with a small nod, he gets up and stalks over to your bed. you look over your shoulder to see him holding a picnic basket, patting your mattress, “c’mere then. time for a well-deserved break.”

swallowing the chocolate, you huff, “aren’t you gonna study?”

he decides it’s too slow to wait for you to make it here on your own that he walks over, grabs your wrist to tug you to follow him. fred props up your pillow for him to lean against and drags you to sit between his legs as he pops the picnic basket open. retrieving a pumpkin pastie, he hands it to you and has a small flask which hisses when he twists the cap. soon the waft of hot chocolate fills the room and past the admiration that fred weasley goes for you, the concern of him not studying when he should still gets the best of you.

“freddie...”

“what?” 

“you’re really not gonna study?”

“my love,” he cups your chin, nudging your mouth open so he can direct your hand to put the pumpkin pastie in followed by that shit-eatingly handsome wink of his, “we all know i’m just gonna nick off george and hope for the best. if not, you’ll be the breadwinner among us.”

begrudgingly, you take a bite and try to speak despite your mouth half-full, “this is all a bribe, isn’t it? i’m gonna have to earn the big bucks between us.”

“that or you can hope that our joke shop takes off well.”

“...then i have no time to eat! i need to study!” you try to fling yourself from his grip, only to get tugged back with an arm around your waist, “at least finish your hot chocolate first.”

"then i get to study again?”

“i won’t stop you... until it’s time for bed.”

“promise”

“...no promises but i’ll try.”

((”still here, eh weasley?” angelina chuckles as she steps in, shaking her head at the sight of fred by your bedside, watching you sleep.

“she needs her rest. any day longer and i think you wouldn’t have a roommate anymore, johnson.”

“oi, i’ve kept my eye on her!”

“did you get her to sleep?”

angelina has an apologetic grin, “she’s... feisty when she’s cranky. she almost clawed my face off.”

“sounds about right,” fred snorts.

“so noisy...” you whine as you turn to the other side on the bed, still deep in sleep.

fred and angelina share an eye roll... but when angelina settles in bed, she watches as fred’s content watching you sleep, leaning by your side as he holds onto one of your hand. this is one of the times angelina will lay off on the teasing. not when you needed this pick me up, not when fred seems to be the sweetest when it came to you.

so, yeah. angelina will be decent for today.))

[loverspidey]

these days, fred seemed to be stressed. the kind of stressed that not even you could shake him out of never-ending spiral of nerves biting the back of his neck whenever he entered his office. recently, him and george bagged a good business deal. by good, you mean this could quite almost set them off for a whole year if that’s what they wanted and still have spare change. the pressure is on, slowly simmering both of them down their necks and fred’s a part of that equationlsd

this sounds like me ... like 99% of the time ngl

“hands up there, fella.”

AHAHAHAHSWJJSKLZ I LAUGHED SO HARD IMAGINING HE SAID THIS PLEASE HIS LITTLE BRITISH ACCENT

he tucks his wand away, both of his hands slithering up your waist and pulling you to his chest as he locks eyes with you.

“cheeky little thing, aren’t you?”

i fucking love it when they say cheeky little thing in fics like YES BRITISH MAN I AM JUST FOR YOU

“depends,” fred murmurs, placing a soft kiss to your lips first before continuing: “can i steal you for the rest of your life?”

oh good god i am long gone for this man. 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

for the list you reblogged, stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. maybe when the reader sneaks into fred's shop? and he doesn't know? haha! thanks!

aha! this is so cute! sure thang, chicken wang 🐣 (sorry this is a phrase i’ve been using a lot lately)

loud & deafening silence drabbles [tag here / list here]  stickup ➜ yell at my muse to put their hands in the air [florist!reader from dejavu!au]

these days, fred seemed to be stressed. the kind of stressed that not even you could shake him out of never-ending spiral of nerves biting the back of his neck whenever he entered his office. recently, him and george bagged a good business deal. by good, you mean this could quite almost set them off for a whole year if that’s what they wanted and still have spare change. the pressure is on, slowly simmering both of them down their necks and fred’s a part of that equationlsd

the twins appreciated your efforts in brightening their day. from small flowers floating about into their shop, the lovely scent of bloom peeking from the corners to surprise chocolate flowers (you claimed them to be ingredients leftover from one of the promotions but they saw through your tricks). it was all lovely but it wasn’t enough to stir fred out of his little... mess... of his mind.

so, what do you do? if your guess wasn’t to sneak into his shop a little past midnight where he’s working and hope to set up a surprise when he could easily think you’re an intruder... well... bingo?

you let out a soft hiss when you’ve knocked over a vase in the middle of setting everything up. it was the final touch, too! the sound must’ve whisked fred out of his trance, busting out of his office with his wand in tow. you keep your back facing him as you put the vase back to place and with a soft orchideous, a beautiful bouquet of yellow tulips blossom.

footsteps pad from behind you and you hear fred clearing his throat. 

“hands up there, fella.”

you debate on how you were going to go about this, straightening your back and taking a step from the table. it prompts fred to be more assertive with his tone.

“oi! i’m not gonna ask again. you’re trespassing and i’ll have you know i could–”fred’s words swallow itself when you carefully look over your shoulder. the light that casts on your features completely stuns him, wand still pointed towards your direction. he blinks a couple of times to make sure he isn’t hallucinating.

“y/n?” he mutters in disbelief, eyes wide as an owl as he remains unmoving. “what’re you doing here? you said you had matters to...” his voice dies out, words trapped in his throat when you approach him. giggling, you use a hand to gently guide his wrist down to keep his wand away from your face so you can have both hands on his shoulders.

“i just... you’ve been stressed lately so i wanted to give you a little surprise.”

over your shoulder, fred sees the small banquet you’ve prepared along with flowers (of course) greeting him. mini candles illuminating the place, coming to life on cue. to think he thought there would be an intruder.

he tucks his wand away, both of his hands slithering up your waist and pulling you to his chest as he locks eyes with you.

“cheeky little thing, aren’t you?”

“don’t act like you’re surprised all of a sudden,” you scoff, arms curling around his neck to hug him loosely. “can i steal you away for an hour or two?”

“depends,” fred murmurs, placing a soft kiss to your lips first before continuing: “can i steal you for the rest of your life?”

“...good god, what have i done?”