#fred weasley x plus sized! reader

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*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

[crazyk-imagine]

Fred Edition

Warnings: angst, fluff, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, reader got out of a bad friendship, the ex-friend is a total bitch, this was written short, not much to go on, always wanted to write something for the twins on April 1st and here we are, nobody should mess with Fredward's girl ;)

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Recap...

"Come here," she waves you over.

You furrow your brows and turn away from her, hoping she'll get the hint and leave you alone

She taps your shoulder, staring at you expectedly. "Why'd you ignore me?"

-

You don't say anything (which was better for her).

She rolls her eyes, "who cares? I'm just waiting till we can see who the twins are friends with. As if they're worthy enough to be close to them."

Your brows raise in surprise.

"I still can't believe the twins got a girlfriend. I'm curious who would dare date him. I mean, who would think they could."

You forgot how obsessed she was with them. You shrug. "I think they're happy. I don't see the harm in Fred having a girlfriend."

She spins towards you. "You know which ones which?"

You scoff, ready to tell her off when an arm wraps around your shoulder.

"Hello, love."

You smile and peck his waiting cheek. "Hi, Fredward."

He smirks, "that's not my name but you make it sound perfect."

"That's because you're a simp for me."

"That I am."

She stares unsure of what’s happened and doesn't regret unfriending you but is upset she couldn't get close to the twins. She sees how happy you are and wants that too.

- That was another reason she wanted to get close with them, she wanted just a little bit of happiness in her life and they were it.

- You've never been one to deal with regret, but you do wish you could have thanked your ex-friend because she helped guide you in the right direction

- She was the reason for you being able to meet the love of your life and that's something you would never trade for

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Oblivious - Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley x Reader

Request:  Could you write a Draco Malfoy ×plus size reader imagine where the reader is oblivious when someone flirts with her and Draco just gets secretly jealous and finally snogs her and makes her realize that he was jealous when other guys flirted with her?

(A/N: So I got a little carried away and this is about 50% a Fred fic. I hope that’s okay bc I really like how it turned out. Also I think I’ll be making a part two of this fic. I really love it.)

“Are you going to the Quidditch game tonight?” Fred asks, leaning over to you when McGonagall isn’t looking.  “Wouldn’t miss it. You better take ‘em down.”  “I’ll send a bludger Malfoy’s way just for you,” he smiles.  You smile back. “Good.”

When the aforementioned bludger slammed into Malfoy, you cheered. Fred met eyes with you for a moment before being knocked by a bludger himself. “Yikes,” you murmured. 

He was fine, of course. After the obvious win, you all returned to the Gryffindor common area, a feeling of victory heavy in the air. The night slowly calmed and you retired to a love seat in the corner, finishing the last bit of your potions homework. When the right side of the couch declined, you look up to see Oliver. “Good game,” you smile. “It was a tough one but I think everyone pulled out the stops tonight,” he laughed. He paused, “do you want something to drink?” “I mean, if you’re offering,” you shrugged with a grin. He returned a moment later with two Butterbeers.  “Thank you very much,” you say before taking a swig.  “You’re very welcome,” he replied. The two of you talked for a few minutes before he was called in by his other teammates. 

The next day was far less exciting. You had potions with the Slytherins which was always more scarring than exciting. Harry sat beside you today, abandoning his usual seat next to Ron. Today’s potion was particularly difficult and when Harry’s exploded you heard laughs behind you. You scowled at Draco and his partner, who were both throwing insults at the boy beside you. “That’s really unnecessary,” you respond before Harry wraps an arm around you, pulling your attention away from the two boys. 

The laughing immediately stopped, the room now filled with an awkward silence. You were more than relieved to leave when class was finally over. When you left, you met eyes with Draco whose expression changed only slightly before Harry pulled you away. “If you want to come to practice with me I’ll give you some flying lessons when we’re done,” Harry offered once you had gained some distance from the potions classroom.  “Hmm, that is a good offer,” you considered.  “Is that a yes?” he asked, gently knocking into you.  “Yes,” you said with a laugh and a return shove. 

Practice didn’t last long. Apparently both Gryffindor and Slytherin were booked for the field. Instead of alternating, the teams decided to practice together. This, of course, led to a fight between Harry and Draco, and thus both teams. Eventually it became out of control and one of the Slytherins got knocked straight into the bleachers you were sitting on, knocking you off balance and down several rows. “Ow,” you groaned, holding onto your ribs. “Alright, that’s enough!” Oliver yelled, trying to break up the fight.  Fred flew to you, extending a hand for you to get on his broom in front of him. “Come on, I’ve got you.” You leaned back against him, your ribs still throbbing in pain. Fred wrapped both arms around your side, holding onto the broom in front of you. You felt safe riding with him.

Fred took you to the infirmary, carrying you once you reached to ground. He stayed by your side as Madam Pompfrey cast enchantment after enchantment, slowly healing your wounds. Every so often you got the strength to look up at him. He would smile and mouth, “you’re doing great.” When she was done, you felt an urge for sleep wash over you. “Thank you,” you murmured before your eyes fluttered shut. 

When you woke up, Fred was gone and Draco was in the bed beside of you with a bloodied nose. “What happened?” you asked, slowly pushing yourself into a sitting position.  “It’s honestly none of your business,” he says, a tone of annoyance in his voice.  “Wow, you’re a jerk even when wounded. It’s nice that you’re consistent.” “I’m sorry, I’m just hurting. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

An apology from Draco Malfoy. You were about to comment about how absurd it was when Madam Pompfrey approached Draco, now casting healing spells on him. It only took three before he was ready to go. She then looked you over and released you as well.  “I’ll walk you back,” Draco suggested. 

You began walking down the corridor, an awkward silence falling between you two.  “I’m sorry you got hurt,” he finally said. “It was really foolish of us.” “It’s okay. That’s just how you all are. I knew the risk when Harry invited me I guess,” you laughed.  Draco’s mood immediately changed. “Of course it was Potter.”  “Sorry, I know you guys hate each other.”  Draco sighed, “Will you just come with me?” Instead of turning left to head to your common room, Draco let you right, and before long you were at the entrance of the Slytherin common room. Two doors down is his room. You enter it, immediately drawn to the dark wood and dark green linen. Draco motions for you to sit on a bed as he rummages through a drawer. He finally finds what he was looking for - a dark gray vial.  “Here, this should help with any pain in your ribs. I made it in potions class.”  “Thank you,” you say, placing the vial in your pocket. You stand. “I better get going, I’m studying with Fred this evening.

Before you reach the door, Draco grabbed you, pulling you flush to his chest. The action was swift, leaving you shocked for only a second before realizing what he had actually done. “How are you so oblivious?” he asks, his breath hot against your cheek. His hands move to the back of your head, his fingers intertwined in your hair. Your eyes meet for only a moment before he moves in. You lips meet fast, both moving as if this is the last time they’ll ever touch. The kiss is messy and all encompassing. You grab onto the back of his robes, pulling the fabric into a fist as Draco pushes you into a wall, his neediness growing by the second. You’re only distracted a second by the knocking at the door before Draco swiftly pulls out his wand and spells it locked, his wand then dropping to the floor. 

He uses his now free hand to push you onto the closest free bed, quickly climbing on top of you. He removes his robes, leaving him in only a bloodied white shirt and dress pants. You grab onto him, pulling him down to meet you once more. In one swift motion, he flips the two of you so you’re on top of him. You lean down to kiss him but he pushes you up, undoing your outer robes. He begins on your shirt, but you grab onto his hands. “We’re moving too fast. I don’t want to go any further.”  Draco’s hand falls to his lap. “Okay. I’m fine with just this,” he says, pulling you close once more. 

Returning to the Gryffindor dorm after spending the night with a Slytherin was by definition - the walk of shame. You tried to avoid everyone but were immediately met by the trio. “Where were you?” Hermione asked, running into your arms.  “I’m okay, I promise. I just had a weird night.” “What does weird mean? You didn’t come home. We all thought you were kidnapped,” Harry responded.  “Or worse,” Ron added. “I know. I’m sorry, it’s just really unexpected and I don’t want you guys to be mad at me.” “Why would we be mad? We’re just worried, (Y/N),” Hermione said, rubbing your arm.  “I know. I was with Draco.” 

At that moment, you thought Harry was having a heart attack. He stood still, eyes wide. “You were with Draco all night?”  “Why Draco?” Ron asked. “Of all people?” “This is why I didn’t want to tell you guys. I know how much you hate him.” “I hate that you stayed overnight with anyone. But with him? I’ve got to go take a shower or something before I vomit on sight,” Harry said before retreating upstairs. It wasn’t a minute later when you heard a door slam and a familiar voice yell, “Draco?!” “We’re gonna go,” Hermione said, pulling Ron away as Fred quickly stumbled down the stairs. 

“Is it true,” he asked. “Yes, it’s true. I’m sorry. I know that the Quidditch team hates him. But it was really unexpected and-”, before you finish your sentence Fred is leading you out of the Gryffindor common room. He swiftly grabs his broom from the Quidditch supply closet.  “Get on, please,” he said, his eyes softer than before. You obliged, sitting down in front of him. He used one hand to steer and one hand to wrap around you. Pulling you tighter than he had the day on the field. He didn’t talk the whole time, just gripped onto your stomach and steered, his knuckles white on the stick.

Fred landed on a patch of land a good ways away from the school, but still on the grounds. He jumped off the broom first, walking in a tight circle then returning to stand in front of you. “How could you?” he asked, his voice hot with tears.  “He kissed me, Fred. I’ve never had anyone kiss me before. And I didn’t care that he was in another house. I didn’t know that you would all care so much.”  Fred looked confused for a moment. “You really don’t know?” “Know what?” Fred took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out the hold yours. You look up, trying to meet his eyes but his are focused on his hand. He slowly unclasps your hand and moves up, his hand grazing your arm, then your shoulder, then resting on your face. His eyes meet yours and your heart flutters in your chest. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers, the words barely meeting your ear. You nod. 

For the second time in your life, a pair of lips met yours. He’s gentler than Draco, softer. You gasp against your will, aching for closeness to the redhead. You pull closer to him, pulling one hand around his back and using the other to grab onto his fiery hair. He began trailing his kisses down to your collarbone, hitting a sensitive spot you didn’t know you had. You pull tighter to him and his hands move to pick you up. You wrap your legs around him, in bliss as he kisses you. He kneels down, laying you down on the soft grass. He hovers over you slightly before leaning down to kiss you once more. 

Regret latches onto you quickly and forcefully. You pull away, gasping for air. “What’s wrong?” Fred asks.  “I kissed both of you. Why would I do that?” you ask, panic overwhelming you.  “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” Fred said, trying to console you.  “He’s going to kill me.”  “No he’s not,” Fred said, placing both hands on your face. “It’s going to be okay, whatever you choose to do.” “I don’t know what I want, Fred, or who. I never thought that I’d be in this situation. I’m so confused.” Fred held you tight, pulling you into his chest. 

How could I be so oblivious?

[fairysush]

fred weasley thinks fat girls are the epitome of perfection and his favorite thing about our bodies is our stretch marks and stomach rolls. its true he told me this himself

[ssweetleaf]

steal her breath — f.w

♡ pairing — fred weasley x fem!reader

♡ summary — fred’s height and size has y/n begging for his cum.

♡ includes — intense sexual content, size kink, tummy bulging, eludes to unprotected sex (please use protection), minors dni!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Y/n had her back against the wall, her ankles crossed at the small of Fred’s back and she clawed desperately at his shoulders.

“This what you wanted, wasn’t it, dove?” his hips set a relentless pace, cock submerged between slick and puffy folds - she was clenching around his length so delectably. “Jus’ wanted me to pick you up and toss you about like a little doll, isn’t that right?”

She nodded her head with vigour, eyelids fluttering and she whimpered constantly at the way her back collided with the wall.

He was so impossibly tall. Towering over her still - even though he had her lifted and held against him, Fred chuckled at the way y/n’s neck arched and pretty lips pouted up at him.

“Look at you, little one,” his lips ghosted against her forehead, knees bending and hips faltering slightly. Fred basked in the way her pussy pulsed and fluttered, his own thighs clenching from the pressure of her clamping walls. “Getting off solely from my size.”

A cocky smirk tugged at his reddened lips, a thick groan rumbling in his throat when he felt her hardened nipples poke and graze against his bare chest - her breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips.

“You’re so big, Freddie,” she breathed, whining at his bruising grip he had on her backside. “and so- tall.”

His eyes locked to her tummy, lips parting for a breathy gasp to escape and his eyelids fluttered furiously. With every snap of his hips - with every pump of his cock, a bulge formed in her lower-stomach.

He took y/n’s shaky hand, pressing her own palm flat against the constant bulging and tautness - it had her whining and crying out loudly at the obscenity.

“So deep!” she cried, “Feels so good.”

“That’s right, darling,” hearty puffs of air exhaled through his bitten lips, revelling in the crude sounds of her arousal squelching with every intrusion of his quivering cock. “and it’s all for you, greedy girl.”

Y/n stared up at him with glossy eyes and pouty lips - fingernails littering half moons into his freckled flesh and ankles pushing him so impossibly deeper.

“Cum inside me, Freddie,” she challenged, “show me I’m yours.”

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When He Sees Me

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.3k

Request: N/A

Summary:(Y/n) always thought she was too rational for love, until she wasn’t. (Based off of the song When He Sees Me from Waitress)

Warnings: Slight negative thoughts and angst but vast majority fluff and pining! Oh and positive use of the word fat.

A/N:  Fred is a little OOC in this?? But I honestly just imagine him as the type of guy to be sorta whipped if he really falls for someone.

I stick with real things

Usually facts and figures

When information's in its place

I minimize the guessing game

(Y/n) had always been a rational girl. In her younger years at Hogwarts, as all her friends began to giggle and blush at their crushes, she kept her nose in her books. Although she was curious of what they were experiencing, the thought never lasted long in her mind due to what her mother had told her from a young age.

(Y/n) was about the age of 6, sitting on the floor near the couch as she colored humming to herself softly. She had noticed her mom was in a bad mood due to her being sprawled out on the couch many upon many empty bottles of alcohol littered the table. She wasn’t sure why her mother was so upset but ever since they had seen her father at the park with her babysitter last week her mom had been in this mood and her father hadn’t been back.

“(Y/n) dear, promise me something.” her mother muttered to her half asleep. The girl turned around smiling at her mom. Her mom gave her a weak smile back as she pet the top of the girls head. “Never give your heart to a man. He’ll only leave it in pieces.”

At the time, the girl obviously had no clue what she meant but the older she got and the more she saw the people in her life get their hearts broken time and time again she had developed a clue. So, she simply focused on anything that wasn’t romance. School, plants, knitting, you name it and that’s what she gave her attention to. Even though it wasn’t a conscious action, it still affected her deeply.

I don't like guessing games

Or when I feel things

Before I know the feelings

How am I supposed to operate

If I'm just tossed around by fate?

Like on an unexpected date?

Although her friends described it to her many upon many of times, she still found herself absolutely clueless of what feelings of love was like. That's why when she saw him, she was confused by what was happening.

“Oh he’s simply lovely! He does this funny little things with his hands where-” Although (Y/n) was focused on her coursework, she was still listening to Diane as usual. She liked to listen to her friends retelling of experiences with lovers, soaking it in like a cheesy romance movie. She looked out the window needing a quick break from her work. Her breath hitched quietly as she placed a soft chubby hand over her heart feeling as it raced wildly in the chamber of her chest. Her body had a tingling sensation all over that she had never felt before as she felt herself get dizzy.

“W-who’s that?” she said in an airy tone, causing her friend to follow her gaze. There he stood, laughing and joking around with his friends pushing each other around. His ginger locks blew in the wind slightly and his skin glowed in the soft afternoon sun. 

“You mean you don’t know who that is? That’s Fred weasley! He’s like one of the most popular guys in our year. I can’t believe you just asked that.” She snickered some, teasing her friend. She stopped once she noticed the girl who was usually quick to snap back was unusually quiet. She smiled softly at her expression, noticing that look in her eyes. Whether (Y/n) knew it or not yet, she was absolutely enamoured with none other than Fred Weasley.

“I don’t like him. He makes me feel funny.” she said, however the way she looked out the window still said otherwise.

“Funny how?”

“I don’t know, just funny.”

“Like laugh funny or like funny funny?”

“Obviously not laugh funny, are you an idiot?” She asked, glaring at her blonde friend. She looked out the window once more. She noticed him look back causing her to gasp, eyes wide with shock. He winked at her causing her to scoff, pick her things up before shutting the library blinds and run off to who knows where.

Diane laughed to herself as she began to pack her own stuff up to go after her friend. She sighed before running quickly out the library to catch up.

“Ah, young love!”

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With a stranger who might talk too fast

Or ask me questions about myself

Before I've decided that

He can ask me questions about myself

He might sit too close

Or call the waiter by his first name

Or eat Oreos

But eat the cookie before the cream?

“For the last time Diane, I’m not talking to him!” she said, slamming her book closed as she tossed it on the table in front of her. Her, Diane and a few of her other friends found themselves in the common room as they usually did on friday nights talking and gossiping about anything that came to mind. Today’s topic of discussion was the girl’s apparent “crush” as they called it. Considering she had nothing to base off of whether that’s what the funny feeling she had mentioned earlier in the week was, she decided to trust her friends in them saying that’s what it was.

“What? Oh come on, give me one good reason why you won’t.” Molly said, facing her friend her sharp green eyes boring into (Y/n)’s (e/c) ones. 

“Oh I can give you a PLETHORA of reasons why not!” the (y/h/h) girl exclaimed as she stood up. She began to pace, trying to rack her brain for good reasons on why not. “Aha! What if he butters both sides of his toast? Or-or what if he asks me too many questions on why I’m talking to him? Or if he’s as popular and well known as you say, what if he takes that as an excuse to ignore personal space boundaries and gets handsy?” 

“He’s a teenage boy, not a serial killer. Someone’s been watching too much muggle crime specials.” Molly said as she rolled her eyes, sighing as she leaned back into the couch. (Y/n) glared at her friend, letting out an exasperated sigh as she facepalmed. It wasn’t like she didn’t wanna do anything about these feelings. She most certainly did. Whatever would get rid of them the quickest is the route she wanted to take.

“Well, you could always let him know another way!” Ronnie said as they looked up at their friend. “You’ve got so many skills and talents, why not take advantage of it?” Although Ronnie wasn’t very talkative, whenever they opened their mouth they always said something that made perfect sense.

“As per usual Ronnie, you’re the voice of reason. Merlin bless Ronnie for all of eternity!” (Y/n) exclaimed dramatically as she got on her knees, pretending to worship her friend like a god. 

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(Y/n) had been doing just that, making herself known to Fred without making herself known. The (y/h/h) girl had wanted to be anonymous about it, leaving things without her name however Diane pointed out the fact that (Y/n) had “the presence of a ghost” and that “even ghost had more of a presence then her” which meant that even if she did attach her name to the things left Fred would have no idea who it was. Because to be frank (Y/n) was, well, a nobody. 

She noticed this little ‘talent’(if you could even call it that) first year when her teachers would mark her as absent despite her being in the front row of the class and having some of the highest marks. She seemed to fly by unnoticed by all but her small group of friends which they all found funny, especially with Diane being one of the most popular girls in their grade if not all of Hogwarts. 

So, she started off small. She’d leave little notes for him in places she knew he’d find them, usually his first or last class of the day, and his seat in the great hall. She would watch him as he’d read them, flushing sometimes as he read them. However, his usual response was to read them out loud to George, bragging about how a pretty girl was leaving him notes.

“Ah listen to this one, Georgie! ‘Here’s a quidditch tip for you Fred. I noticed that when you’re on your broom you have a habit of going to the right which is why you often get stopped. Try switching it up sometimes! However, that’s not the only thing I’ve noticed. Somehow despite being in that dorky quidditch outfit, you still look just as fit as usual. Yours truly, (Y/n).’” He smirked at that part, a chorus of ‘ooo’s from his friends.

“Although she may be blind to say that, she does know her quidditch! Sounds like a catch if you ask me. I’m surprised she didn’t go for me, the better twin.” George said, choking on his toast as Fred smacked him on the back of the head.

Diane nudged her friend, glancing at her. She laughed as she saw her friend’s round face buried in a book to hide the overwhelming amount of shyness that was overcoming her. Even though this had become a regular thing, she still couldn’t stop the way her heart would race every time Fred would read one of the letters aloud. 

To avoid the notes becoming repetitive, she started to switch it up every once in a while. Baked goods, hand knitted scarfs and gloves, even flowers with meanings behind them made their way into Fred’s ownership. However, the more things he got the more not only him but other people became curious. Who was (Y/n) (L/n)?

But what scares me the most

What scares me the most

Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it?

What happens then?

If when he knows me, he's only disappointed?

What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?

I couldn't live with that

Molly was currently trying to catch up to her soft friend, a sympathetic look on her face. “Why not? I think you should just go up to him and tell him! So many other girls have tried, claiming to be you.” she said, catching the other girl’s attention. She bumped into her as the (h/c) girl abruptly stopped. She turned to look at her friend with tears in her eyes causing her to look down at her agape.

“Do you wanna know why I haven’t just gone up to him yet? Do you really?” She said above a whisper as she looked up at her tall friend, silent tears making their way down her cheeks. “It scares me. It scares me even fucking more than what I feel for him does. Fred is just so..he’s funny, talented, popular. Who wouldn’t want him?” she choked out, looking away. “What if when he sees me, he doesn’t like me? Whenever he reads my notes or gets one of my gifts he always mentions how beautiful (Y/n) must be.”

“(Y/n)...”

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with that. Now I see what my mom was talking about.” she said as she walked off leaving Molly confused by the last part of her statement. She frowned hearing her friend’s words but she knew her better than to chase after her when she was upset. She turned the other way, walking quickly in hopes she’d make it to her lecture not too late. However, a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye didn’t go unnoticed but it did slip her mind when she saw her friend later.

So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind

This way I get the best view

So that when he sees me, I want him to

(Y/n) sat in the library at a table by herself. It was a friday, usually she’d spend this time with her friends in the commons. However, after the never ending pestering to just talk to him, to face him she told them she wasn’t feeling well and that she’d be retiring early. It wasn’t a lie, she had completely planned on getting some much needed rest but as she lay in bed tossing and turning her restlessness turned into frustration leading her to read a bit to clear her mind. Reading was what she enjoyed doing when she wanted to clear her mind or simply escape the insufferable reality she was living in. But after she found herself reading the first line to chapter three 10 times she placed her bookmark between her pages, looking out the window.

It was if the universe was taunting her from the sight in front of her. There he stood, talking to another girl from their year. She couldn’t recall the girls name but it wasn’t that important, she was beautiful. She sighed as Fred laughed at something the girl said, patting her head before walking away. ‘It’s better this way. He can’t see you which means he can’t reject you which means you won’t get hurt’ is what she kept telling herself. However if that was the truth, then why did she feel so empty inside?

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(Y/n) laughed along with her friends as they sat in the empty common room. Everyone from their house was Merlin knows where at this time as they all shared their intimate horror stories.

“Oh come on, that did NOT happen.” she said through laughs, eating another chocolate from the box on the table. Her cheeks hurt from the amount she had been laughing. Diane was in the midst of telling what happened during her recent sexual endeavor with some guy from her herbology class.

“I swear he did! His face was green and everything! Next thing I know he was blowing chunks off the side of the bed. I offered to take him to the infirmary but he didn’t hear me through his tears so I just made my exit as swift as possible!” she said laughing as well, face red from how much she had laughed through the telling of the story. They all continued to howl with laughter, someone else’s laughing triggering someone else to laugh even more. (Y/n) was the laugh one left laughing as her friends all began to grow quiet. 

“G-guys? Why’d you stop? Who’s next?” she said, looking at Molly who was on her left and Ronnie who was on her right. 

“Um, don’t look how (Y/n) but Fred Weasley is coming this way.” Diane said, causing the girl to stop breathing briefly.

“W-what?!” she whispered loudly, eyes growing wide.

“Yeah and um don’t freak out, but he’s looking directly at you. No pressure though!” Molly said, giving her a rough pat on her back as she offered the girl a smile. The (h/c) haired girl glared up at her. As Fred grew closer, their voices grew quieter.

“Why wouldn’t that make me nervous?!” she said through gritted teeth as she pulled on Molly’s curls causing the girl to let out a quick ‘ow!’. She chuckled nervously. “Well, we have nothing to worry about! It’s not like he knows who I am!” she said as she relaxed some, closing her eyes as she leaned back. She heard footsteps stop in front of her causing her eyes to shoot open as she looked at the ground. Huh. Those shoes didn’t look like Ronnie’s shoes. Matter of fact, they didn’t look like Diane’s either. Or Mo- oh no. She looked up, arms folded across her abdomen self consciously as she looked up at the man in front of her. She couldn’t help but take in his appearance.

He was in a white shirt, some spots see through from what she assumed was a mix of sweat and water. His flaming hair was mostly dry but damp in some spots and he adorned a pair of sweatpants that made him look quite godly in her opinion. If she had to guess, he had just gotten back from quidditch practice. It was weird for her to be this close to him intentionally. The only time she found herself close to Fred was when they’d walk past each other in the hall or when their classes would go by each other due to a required location change for the lesson. Therefore she had never been able to see the freckles on his knuckles, the barely noticeable acne scars that adorned his forehead, or even the way his Irish spring’s shower gel smelled oh so heavenly.

“I’ve been all around the castle for weeks, months even. I think the main reason it took me so long was not only the fact that I haven’t really seen you up close before, but all the other birds claiming to be you. It was like that one muggle film, what’s it called? Cinderfeller?” he pondered for a moment looking off.

“I-it’s Cinderella.” Ronnie chimed in, giving him an awkward smile. They were all quite stunned. Although they all knew that this wild goose chase couldn’t go on forever, they didn’t expect it to be Fred of all people to approach first. They were sure (Y/n) would reveal herself on her own time but it seemed that they weren’t the only one’s getting impatient with the girl’s excuses and whys.

“Right, thank you. So I set off, making a list of every girl in our year in the castle- with the help of George and Dean of course- and we spoke to quite literally all of them. It was easy to weed out the fakes because they couldn’t answer questions related to some of the gifts I had received. So by the process of elimination that leaves you, love. Are you (Y/n)?” He said, crouching down to her level. As hues of brown met hues of (e/c) it was much too intimate for the girl to handle. She sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“W-well I am a (Y/n). I’m sure there’s plenty of others in the castle!” she retorted letting out a forced laugh, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt. Was the common room always this warm? 

“If I recall correctly, weren’t you bragging the other day about being the only (Y/n) in the castle? You said and I quot-” a quick stomp of (Y/n)’s foot on Diane’s caused the blonde to quickly stop whatever she was in the middle of saying. Fred looked down at the (h/c) hair girl with a quirked brow and knowing smirk. She was caught red handed. Without another word, he quickly pulled her off the couch with ease, dragging her along with him. She tried protesting and looking at her friends for help but they all simply waved and smiled at her, making kissy faces and noises. ‘Idiots’ she thought as she rolled her eyes. Fred continued to guide her, the path to where they were going looking awfully familiar until they arrived at the astronomy tour.

“Listen Fred, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I know you were probably expecting (Y/n) to be someone who looks like Diane, or hell, even Molly’s dumbass but I’m not. I’m just me.” She began as she walked to the edge, looking off the balcony. “I know now that you’ve seen me you’re probably disappointed. I’ve seen the girls you hang around all the time and they’re bloody gorgeous and-”

“So are you.” he whispered, causing her to whip her head around quickly.

“Pardon?” she responded with glassy eyes. The girl wasn’t too sure why her eyes began to water from three simple words. They weren’t the usual three words that cause or evoke such an emotional response but they felt like the missing piece of a puzzle. Her eyes followed the lanky guy as he walked over to her, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her ear as he interlocked their hands. Long, skinny and defined calloused hands meeting her soft thicker but smaller ones.

“So. Are. You. Beauty is such a fluid thing. There’s no one way to be beautiful, lovely. Museums have many unique and beautiful forms of art and so does life.” He let his hands wander on her sides, gliding up and down her love handles, waist, and hips. He took one of his hands to tilt her head up oh so gently. “If you were a sculpture, you’d be made of the finest of marble by the most talented of sculptors. Hell, if I wasn’t so bloody bad with art I’d sculpt you myself but I don’t think I’d be doing you much justice. It’d be a monstrosity.” he said, shuddering at the idea of him doing anything art related. (Y/n) found herself giggling at that.

“If only you applied this verbiage to your coursework. Perhaps you’d actually be doing decent.” she remarked as she continued to laugh. Fred gasped a bit before joining in as well with his own laughter. As the laughter died down, he lifted a hand caressing her cheek, thumb sweeping across the smooth skin. She found his eyes to see they were filled with adoration. “Fred Weasley, are you whipped for me?” she spoke softly as if she had said it any louder, that he’d simply disappear.

“I have been since the first time I saw you.” He responded, his own cheeks flushing a bit with a light crimson. She looked at him puzzled a bit before her eyes widened slightly.

“You remember that? That was months ago!” she noted. He grinned at that, pulling her closer.

“Of course I do. Imagine my delight when I found out that beautiful girl who slammed the blinds shut on me happened to be the girl my heart was slowly going out to with every note and kind gesture you sent my way. Merlin is definitely on my side.  Although I must be honest,” he looked away for a bit before lookin back at her. “The list was a huge help, but I also couldn’t help but overhear your conversation in the hallway that day. However I knew then wasn’t the right time to approach you, I assumed you would’ve just been more upset over the fact I was eavesdropping a bit.” he mumbled. She opened her mouth to question what conversation before she recalled what she had said to Molly that day in the hallway.

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with myself. Now I see what my mom was talking about.”

“Hearing you speak so lowly about yourself upset me quite a bit. I wanted to plan out what I was going to say a bit more and also make sure it was actually you.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear me say those things about myself. I usually don’t say such things like that, I’m very confident in the way I look. To me, fat and ugly aren’t synonymous but I know everyone isn’t so open minded.” she admitted, dropping her gaze to the ground. “I’m also new to this whole feelings thing. You’re the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for.”

Now, it was Fred’s turn to become speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears, he had the honor, no, the privilege of being the first guy to be such a sublime goddess of a woman? He felt his ears heat up and he knew he had to look absolutely ridiculous. “I don’t blame you, I am one hell of a guy!” He said, flexing his arms as he flashed her a cheeky grin. (Y/n) scoffed some, shoving him away as she rolled her eyes playfully. She pondered for a second before standing on her tippy toes planting a kiss on his cheek...or at least that’s what she had planned. Fred being Fred turned his head last moment wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed his lips into hers. She gasped softly, chills running up her spine again as her body tensed.

Even this was her first time having a kiss, she could tell this was a feeling she’d be craving nonstop. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Fred down to her height. The ginger boy smirked into the kiss, trailing his hands all along her soft frame practically melting at the feeling. His hands snaked their way down to her ass, cupping the pillowy flesh between his large hands causing the (y/h/h) to moan softly. The Gryffindor pulled away, biting and pulling her bottom lip along with him.

“So, I have a question for you then…”He started, pressing his forehead against hers. She felt the warmth of his minty breathe hit her face as she looked into his eyes expectantly. “Do I really have a tendency to go to the right when I play quidditch? Because in my opinio-”

“Fred! Really?!”

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why are there not enough harry potter stories with plus size representation????!!!

I cannot even begin to explain how amazing it feels to be recognized and represented among the writing community and, even tho there are some amazing stories that involve bigger main characters, I feel like there should be more and it definitely shouldn't be a reading rare to find.

and that's not even mentioning black/asian plus size characters.

for the writers that do consider us plus size when writing, as someone that has been reading fanfics for a couple(many) years, believe me when I say that it's very much appreciated and we'll always cheer up your work <3

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Chosen Last (Blurb)

Warnings: angst, fluff, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, reader got out of a bad friendship, the ex-friend is a total bitch, this was written short, not much to go on, always wanted to write something for the twins on April 1st and here we are

A/N: Based on the song below. I couldn't decide on who to write for so I made it a choose your twin to be your boyfriend like the interactive love games XD

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- They found you in a time of need

- Your friend was never the nicest and always left you to be chosen last

- The twins saw and helped you anyway they could (mainly by becoming your friends and treating you better)

- They started off by asking for help with their work and then it changed to them asking if you wanted to sit with them during meals (you're a Gryffindor so it wasn't as weird)

- You didn't realize how much better they were until one of your old friends called for you and actually expected you to go towards them

- Now bear in mind, it’s been at least three months since you talked to them

- The twins had yet to arrive in the hall and you were trying to get your usual seats

"Come here," she waves you over.

You furrow your brows and turn away from her, hoping she'll get the hint and leave you alone

She taps your shoulder, staring at you expectedly. "Why'd you ignore me?"

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Which path do you choose?

The path with the reader who grew a backbone

Or the girl who let her ex-friend talk until their foot was put in their mouth

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GEORGE WEASLEY X PLUS SIZE READER MY SOUL NEEDS IT IT NEEDS IT NOWW

ofc ofc bestie, i hope it’s okay <33

All of your bodies are absolutely beautiful guys <33 

All of you

George Weasley x Plus Size fem!Reader

Summary: It’s summertime and Y/N is spending her weeks at the Burrow with the Weasley family, invited by Molly and her boyfriend of 5 months, George. The family all decide to go to the local lake to cool off from the sun, Y/N isn’t confident with her body/stretch marks and says she just wants to stay home to avoid anyone else seeing them. George notices and convinces her that her body is beautiful the way it is.

Warnings: Body insecurities, stretch marks, anxious thoughts

Word Count: 1769

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Over the past week at the Burrow, the sun had been blazing, heat becoming a common frustration in the home. They had all tried everything they could to try and cool down, extra ice in their drinks, standing in front of fans, they’d even played quidditch so that they could feel a slight breeze, the air proving to be unhelpful by being at a complete standstill, the humidity was unbearable. Everyone was gathered in the living room, scattered around the room to avoid any possible extra body heat. Even Y/N and George who were always sitting together at any given opportunity had sat themselves a good couple of feet away from the other, the thought of being cuddled up with George had made Y/N grow incredibly warm. Upon hearing Fred groan about how boiling he was for what felt like the millionth time in the last half an hour, Ginny had had enough.

“Fred, for the love of Merlin, will you shut up?”

“I can’t help it! It’s like a bloody fire in here” He argued, tilting his head back against the sofa, quickly regretting it when feeling the fabric against his neck.

“We’re all feeling it Fred! we’re all hot, we’re all bored, we’re all agitated, you repeating the same thing over and over, isn’t helping.” You could hear the frustration in her voice, quickly replaced by the sound of Arthur Weasley standing up and walking around frantically

“Right, we’re not sitting around here for any longer, everyone, pack some swimming gear, we’re going to the Lake!” He announced, everyone cheering, everyone except Y/N. The thought of showing more skin than normal, sent a bolt of anxiety through her. She hadn’t felt comfortable in her own skin for a long time, imagining herself in a swimsuit had made her internally cringe. She was so used to wearing jeans and at a push, a short sleeved t-shirt, knowing what lay beneath. Y/N had never been a fan of her stretch marks. Her parents had always told her that they were signs of her growing, that it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. She had always viewed them differently. Over the years, she had seen plenty of girls show their stomachs, their legs, and she hadn’t seen them. Or if she had, they weren’t like hers, their ones were white or clear or smaller. She thought something was wrong with her body. Why were hers not white? Why were hers a mixture of red and purple? She was soon brought out of her thoughts by George standing in front of her, placing his hands on her hips gently before speaking.

“You alright Love? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost” He chuckled

Y/N and George had only been dating for about five months, being close friends for a previous two years. He wasn’t aware of Y/N’s insecurities about her body, she always appeared so confident, she hadn’t let it show so to not bring any attention to it. Y/N stepped away slightly when feeling his hands lie on her hips, feeling him touching where she knew the marks where. Trying her best to ignore the frown on his face at the sudden loss of contact, she spoke up quietly.

“Y’know George, I think i’m gonna sit this one out, I’m not feeling so good.” She lied, briefly meeting his eyes but not maintaining the contact for long. His eyebrows furrowed slightly at her comment.

“Oh. That's okay, I’ll just go and tell mum we’re stay-” He went to leave, but Y/N caught his wrist, gently tugging him back.

“No no, you go have fun Georgie, I’ll just see you when you get back”

“Are you sure you want to stay? Will you be alright on your own?” He questioned, not entirely convinced by her suggestion, she seemed okay when they were all sat down? She never gave up an opportunity to spend time with his family?

“Of course my love, you go and cool down. Tell everyone i’m sorry though, I was excited to go” She lied through the grit of her teeth, pulling a tight lipped smile. ‘There it was’ George thought. Over the years, Y/N had a tell for when she was lying. Her smile was always different when she was telling the truth. This one didn’t quite meet her eyes, why was she lying? He didn’t mention it, he didn’t want to cause a scene or embarrass her, so with a simple nod of his head, he kissed her cheek and waved her up the stairs, going over to Fred when he’d heard the door click shut.

“Hey mate, where’s Y/N gone?” Fred asked, looking around to see if he’d just missed her in the flurry of people gathering their things together.

“She’s just gone upstairs, you lot crack on, we’ll follow after you guys.”

“You sure? I can get mum to go up if she needs some, y’know, woman to woman discussion.” Fred spoke awkwardly, unsure of how to help.

“Nah mate, we’re good, i’ll head up. Honestly, you guys go ahead” George waved him off, watching him meet with the rest of his family, Harry and Hermione included as they were staying with Ron for a bit during the holidays. When he saw them all walking off on their way to the lake, he ran up the stairs, taking two stairs up at a time, coming face to face with his door, he raised his fist and knocked gently.

“Come in?” Y/N spoke with a hint of confusion, she was so sure she’d heard the downstairs door shut. George opened the door, popping his head round first before stepping in, briefly seeing Y/N pull down her top, hoping that he hadn’t seen her stomach before approaching her. Deciding to keep his hands to himself this time, he began to speak. “What’s the real reason you don’t want to go?” He spoke, with only concern and love in his voice.

“I told you, i’m not feeling well.”

“I know what you told me love, but I also know when you’re lying, I want to know what’s troubling you so I can help.”

“It’s nothing you can help with.” Y/N spoke, but quickly jumping backwards when she’d caught eye of George beginning to reach out again. He picked up on her reaction again.

“Have I done something princess?”

“No, you haven’t done anything Georgie.” She sighed, feeling defeated knowing that he could read her like a book but had come to the conclusion that it was something against him.

“You can talk to me you know, if it is something I’ve done, I-”

“It’s not aimed at you, I just, I don’t like it.” She spoke, causing George to tilt his head slightly, not entirely sure what she meant. Seeing this, she spoke again.

“I..I don’t like people touching my stomach, or my hips, or my legs.”

“Is there a reason why? If you don’t mind me asking, you don’t need to answer, but i’m here to help if you do”

Y/N thought about it for a few minutes, George standing silently, giving her time to think it over. Instead of speaking, she lifted her top slightly, not a lot, but enough for George to see what in his eyes looked to be like red and purple lightning bolts. He looked fascinated by them. Shying under his stare, but not pulling her top down yet, Y/N mumbled

“They’re called stretch marks, if that’s what you’re wondering.” George looked up at her

“And you don’t like them?”

“No.”

“How come?” He spoke, being patient with her responses. She sighed again, taking a minute before answering

“They look weird, almost angry. They’re not faded and white like other girls. They just make me feel like my body is..wrong. I don’t know how else to explain it” She spoke, feeling vulnerable under his eyes, knowing he was looking at them, something she had always avoided. George’s gaze fluttered between her stretch marks and her eyes, feeling fully captivated by her. “May i?” He spoke, indicating that he’d wanted to touch them, she hesitated, but eventually nodded her head, trusting him to not judge her. He softly stroked them with his thumb, feeling slightly proud that she was letting him be this close to her, not just physically, but emotionally. He knew she felt vulnerable, she was trusting him with her insecurity. Because of this, he chose his next words carefully.

“I think they’re beautiful”

“George-” She went to reply, but he quickly cut her off

“No no, just listen to me for a minute, okay?” She stopped speaking, taking this as a sign to speak, he continued. “I think they’re beautiful. They’re a sign that you’ve grown. That your body is changing, a sign of something good. They don’t have to look like everyone else’s, your body, and every mark on it, is unique to you, just like your personality. All of it makes you the Y/N we all know and love. I know not everyone has seen them, but I can guarantee nothing would change if they were to see it. These are nothing to be ashamed of.” He spoke, still stroking the marks. Meeting her eyes again, he saw tears falling and heard quiet sniffles.

“Hey hey, what’s with the tears, Princess? did I say something wrong?” She smiled and chuckled softly

“Not a thing Georgie, I’ve just never heard of anyone speak of me so fondly before. Do you mean all of that?”

“Of course I do my love. Every word. I understand if you don’t want to go to the Lake, but, I think it would be a nice idea. You don’t need to wear anything you’re uncomfortable with, just having your company would be enough for us.” Wiping her tears while speaking. She shook her head.

“I think i’ll go, but I’ll just go with what i’m wearing, if that’s okay. I don’t want to wear a swimsuit.”

“That’s absolutely fine, princess. Whatever you like.” George smiled, about to turn to lead both of them out, before he was tugged back again. She leaned up to kiss him, just a peck, but it spoke a thousand words.

“Thank you for staying and helping me Georgie, it means the world to me.”

“Anything for you.” He spoke, kissing her again before the both of them walked out hand in hand, ready to go to the lake and meet the rest of the family, hopefully without Fred’s grumbles.

Taglist: @horrorxweasley @dracofknmalfoy @gaycatlord-stuff

[sslytheringhufflepufff]

The Burrow (Fred Weasley x Plus Size reader )

Okay so this one has to be one of my Favorite story that I have written, might do a smutty part two if you guys want. Warning: Self deprecation, shaming, Fluff 

And remember Boys,Girls and Non-Bionary, a person does not Define your worth, you do, you are worth it. 2.1k words

You walked down the halls, tears streaming down your face, you just left class with professor Lupin, you practiced Boggart, a spell used to see your worst fear, yours being Fred Weasley, someone who you’ve had a crush since the second year, rejecting you because of your body appearance. You’ve always suffered being accepted, your family didn’t love you because you didn’t fit in on their standard “Tall, Pretty, Skinny and Slytherin” you said in a whisper as you saw your sister pass you by not giving you a look, you weren't anything like them you were short, chubby and a Hufflepuff. You walked wiping your tears away bumping into someone “Oi watch whe- y/n? Are you okay?” you looked up and saw George, you weren't close with the twins but they knew you because you were close friends with Ron and Ginny “Hey love, are you okay?” said Fred coming from behind of George “Ye-yeah I just got out of Lupins class and we were trying Boggart and well yeah you know.” you laughed lightly and the boys came around you “C’mere” said Fred as they both hugged you “It's going to be okay, whatever happened in there is not going to happen outside, don’t worry” “The good old twin sandwich” you said as you giggled “The best for the best” Fred said smiling at you making you blush “Thanks guys” you said as they let go “I'll see you guys around” waving at them goodbye as you walked back to your common room.  

A couple of days has passed since Lupin’s lesson and you were walking to the courtyard with your friends when your sister and her friends interrupted the walk “Hey y/n, I just wanted to tell you that Mom and Dad don’t want you to come home, they said that you'll ruin the family pictures with your ugly and fat face” she said laughing then walking away. You felt tears well up but felt someone grab your hand “You can come stay with us, you're beautiful and I know mom would love to have you at home and in this year's family picture” Ginny said smiling “I don’t want to ruin things Gin, I'll just stay here” you told her “Y/n, you're my best friend, you won't ruin anything, besides Ron is taking Harry and Hermione, I doubt mom would mind if I take you” “She's right” said Ron smiling at you too, you smiled and nodded taking their hands and walking to the library.

The day to leave to the Burrow arrived and you were nervous, not only you were going there for the first time and spend your entire winter break there, you were going to be in the same house with Fred Weasley, and you were a nervous wreck “Y/n” ginny said shaking you bringing you back to reality “What's wrong?” she said studying your face “I'm just nervous” “Why, because you have a crush on one of my brothers?” she said you just looked at her with wide eyes “I'm just joking, y/n, unless you do?” you just laughed and looked away blushing “Oh my Merlin, you do!” she squealed “Tell me, who is it” she said grabbing your hand “Who's what?”  someone said you shot a look up the twins standing in front of you both “Nothing” you said quickly while standing up, ginny just smiled wider “I'm going to wait for you guys outside” you said basically running outside letting out a breath “It's one of the twins huh”  Ginny said making her way to you “Merlin, you scared me” “Which one is it?” she said smiling at you “Ginny, stop please, it doesn’t matter which one it is, he’ll never like me back” you said looking down, Ginny was about to say something when suddenly all the Weasleys appeared “Ready to go?” you heard the twins say and you shot them a smile nodding grabbing Ginny's hand in one and Freds in the other one as you felt a slight blush creep as you looked at the hands his was larger than yours but yours fit perfectly with his, a small smile made its way across you face, the Ginny squeezed your hands causing you to look at her and a smirk played on her face “Now I know” she said as you all disappeared from where you were and got to the Burrow. Ginny let go of you but you still felt Fred holding your hand “Fred, you can let go” you said looking at him “S-sorry” he said blushing lightly “It's okay” you said walking towards your friends smiling as Ginny looked at you smirking raising an eyebrow “Stop Ginny, he was just embarrassed because he was holding my hand, nothing more” you said standing in between her and Ron “My Children” Molly said walking towards you guys and started hugging her boys heading down to hug Harry, Hermione and Ron then getting to Ginny “My perfect Girl” she said hugging her “and who might you be” she said getting to you smiling, she had a warm motherly feel to her and you loved her already “Hi” you said taking out your hand “Darling, we hug here so get used to it” she said taking you in to a hug “Mom, this is Y/n!” Ginny said “Oh y/n, I've heard much about you! I'm so glad you made it, Love” you smiled at her and started walking beside Ginny “Your mom is a sweetie” you said “She's the best” she said looking at her mom.  

Walking into the Burrow you looked around “Woah, this is amazing” “This is Home” Ron said smiling “I love it” you said walking around then stopping at the Family photos looking at them, last year's photo had Hermione and Harry “This year's going to have you in it” you heard Fred say behind you causing you to jump “Ye-yeah” you said looking at the ground “I'm going to head upstairs to unpack “ you said smiling at him and walking away “You know she likes you” George said to Fred “Na I doubt it Georgie” causing George to scoff “Oi you're oblivious”  he said walking away leaving Fred thinking. Fred made his way upstairs passing by your room and overheard you talking to Ginny “Ginny, I should leave” “Why?” “I feel I shouldn't be here” “Did one of my brothers do something?” “No, your brothers are lovely” “Specially Fred, huh” “Shut up, someone might hear you” you said causing Fred to let out a chuckle “Come on y/n, I know you like him” “Okay maybe I do, but Ginny it doesn’t matter, I'm not pretty and I'm fat, I mean why would he even like me, I know I'm not even his type, he must like someone tall and skinny like my sister, not me” you said choking a little causing Freds heart to break a little bit “Honey, you don’t know what Fred’s type is, heck I don’t know either, Freds never brought a girl home so you don’t know if you’re his type, besides you're beautiful and he would be an Idiot to not notice it”  Fred nodded at her words even though no one could see him “Come on lets go downstairs with the others and drink some hot chocolate” Fred panicked and ran into Ron’s room which was in front of Ginny's room “Bloody Hell” he said closing the door “Fred, are you okay?” Ron asked him “Uh yeah I just uh” “You were eavesdropping, weren't you?” Ron said looking at him “Shut up” Fred shushed him “Maybe I was” “On who” “Y/n and Ginny, they were talking about me” “Oh yeah y/n, likes you” “Wait am I the only one who didn’t know” “I have no idea but it's really obvious, she's always acting shy around you and at first I thought it was because she didn’t know you well but she's been my best friend since first year so I just figured it was because she likes you, besides she only acts that way with you, with George she's normal” Ron said looking at Fred while he stared at him in disbelief “Ron’s right” Harry said “I heard her talking with Ginny before we left” “What do I do?” Fred asked the boys “Well do you like her back” “I mean yeah, why wouldn’t I? She's incredibly nice and Pretty, she's funny, and damn she has big thighs that I could just ea-” “Okay stop please” Ron said looking at Fred “Tell her mate” “I will, but when we’re alone” “We can make that happen” Harry said smiling at Fred “Great, ill head out downstairs” he said heading out the door and going down the stairs.

You and Ginny sat on the couch drinking the Hot chocolate that Molly made you “This tastes great Molly, thank you” you said giving her a smile “OfCourse sweetie, if you want anything else let me know” she said giving you a smile and going into the kitchen “So when are you telling Fred?” Ginny said turning towards you “Never?” you said looking at her “What no, you have to tell him, who knows maybe you’ll end up becoming my sister-in-law" Ginny said excited “Ginny, please” you said giggling standing up “I already told you, he won't like me back”  “Who won't” you jumped as George made his way into the room “Bloody hell you scared me” you said placing your hand on your chest “Fred” Ginny said smirking at you “Ginny!” you screamed at her as your face turned red “Oi calm down y/n, I won't say anything besides I already knew” he said sitting down “What” you grew nervous “Yeah it's obvious” you felt yourself start shaking “I have to get out of here” you said turning you heels and heading out the door  “Wait, Y/n” suddenly you bumped into Fred “Oi calm down where are you going?”  he said with a concern look on your face, you didn’t say anything and pushed him away opening the door and running out. “what happened” Fred asked looking at his sister “I have no idea; we were just talking and she ran out” “What were you talking about?” Ginny looked over at George “What?” Fred asked again “Mate, we were talking about you” George said “Me?” “Yes you, she has a huge crush on you and thinks that you won't like her back” Ginny said “Who told her I wouldn’t?” Fred said and Ginny smiled “Thats what I said but she didn’t believe me, she told me that the Boggart she saw was you basically rejecting her” “I would never do that” Fred scoffed “Well, she's had a bad life full of rejection from people she loves, maybe she felt that it would be the same with you” Ginny said looking at him “I'm going to see where she went” with that Fred turned around and headed out the door.

You sat down trying to catch your breath “Breath y/n breath” you said to yourself looking up at the sky “Bloody Hell” you ran your hands through your hair “Hey, are you okay?” you heard someone say getting closer to you causing you to freeze up “Yes” you said in nervous tone “You don’t seem alright” said Fred as he stood in front of you looking at you “I-I'm okay” you said standing up “Are you sure?” he said placing a hand on your cheek “Fred” “What's wrong?” he said watching the change on your face and suddenly you broke down crying “D-do you remember the day I ran into you guys after I got out of the Boggart lesson” “Yes” he said “W- well, the thing I saw in the Boggart was you Fred” you said breaking down a sob as Freds face changed “Hey it's okay” he said shushing you “I saw you Fred, and I understand if you  feel that way, but it was you, telling me I'm not worthy of love and telling me that because of my appearance no one will love me” you sobbed harder “Hey, hey that’s not going to happen” “Fred, I Like you, a lot” you said looking at him “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way I mean, I'm not pretty or ski-” “Hey look at me” he said placing his hands on your cheeks wiping your tears away “ I Like you too, I like how sweet you are, I like how you want to help everyone, you’re amazing and beautiful” “But I'm not thin” “Well Y/n, I don’t care, because I like you for you, and besides I have a thing for chubby girls” “Fred” “Can I kiss you?” you nodded slowly as he got closer placing a soft kiss on your lips, you kissed him back, separating from the kiss Fred placed his forehead on yours “I'm glad you came” “Me too” you said hugging him tight, he gave you a kiss on the top of your head and grabbed your hand walking back to the Burrow.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Princess {Fred Weasley x Plus Size Reader}

Plot: Requested by anon: Fred Weasley asks you to the ball and treats you like the most beautiful one there.

Characters: Fred Weasley x Plus Size Female Identifying Reader

Part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series.

The Winter Ball was coming up and all over Hogwarts, girls were freaking out about who was going to ask them to the dance. No one had asked you to go to the ball yet and honestly, you weren’t expecting anyone to. You weren’t the typical prim and proper, dainty and petite girl that a lot of boys wanted. You were louder, heavier with rolls of fat and wobbly bits. You’d long since grown used to your body but you knew that a lot of boys at Hogwarts, particularly the shallow ones, really only cared about looks.

Hermione had asked that you go together as friends with Ginny and Luna and a couple of your single friends to make a stand that being single was okay and normal. You agreed, thinking that was a lovely idea. You were in the year above Hermione, Ron and Harry and the year below Fred and George and you were friends with all of them which made for interesting stories.

At Hogsmeade, one of your friends, Esther, helped you look for dresses. Esther had no both finding a dress, she seemed to suit any colour and any style but you... you were a little harder to buy a dress for. You hadn’t wanted anything too tight, although you were okay with your size and shape, you didn’t want it to be on show for the world to see. Esther had plucked various dresses of various styles and colours for you to try. As you looked in the mirror, you tried not to focus on the parts of yourself that you hated but more so the ones you did like. 

“What do you think?” You asked, stepping out of the changing room and twirling.

“Bloody hell,” a voice said. You looked up seeing Fred.

“Fred? What are you doing here?”

Fred’s eyes were wide, “Helping Ginny out. You look... Wow.”

“Is it too much?” You asked, looking down at the red silk that adorned your body.

“No!” He exclaimed a little too fast, “It’s... It’s bloody perfect.”

You smiled, thanking him, enjoying the way he gaped at you. It boosted your confidence a little. You had felt a little self conscious about your arms but the way Fred looked at you, you felt a lot better.

“Who’s taking you to the dance?” Fred asked as you looked in the mirror and twirled.

“No one. Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Esther and I are going together as single girls-”

“Let me,” Fred interrupted. You looked at him confused, “Let me take you to the dance.”

You frowned, confused. As far as you knew, you and Fred were just friends. I mean, sure, you’d had a crush on him for years but you knew that wasn’t going to happen so you were over it now... right? “Together?” You asked, “As friends or-”

“Let me take you to the dance,” Fred repeated, stepping closer, “as your date.” He wore that charming smile, a glow in his eyes that you could never say no to.

From behind Fred, you could see Esther bobbing her head up and down excitedly, “I... Yes.” You decided, “Okay, I’ll be your... date.” It felt a little strange to say that about your friend but butterflies erupted in your stomach. A date! You and Fred! A date!

Fred grinned, “Perfect,” he stood up straighter feeling rather boastful now, “Wear that dress, it’s perfect.”

You looked down at it, running the fabric through your fingertips, “I will.” Fred grinned at you once more before turning and going to find his sister.

Esther rushed to you, “Oh my goodness!” She exclaimed, “I told you he fancies you!”

Tonight was the night of the ball. Nervous was an understatement; you were petrified, “There should be a potion to make me stop being nervous,” you muttered as you pinned parts of your hair up.

“There is,” said Esther, “it’s called vodka.” You rolled your eyes, continuing to fix your hair nervously checking the time every thirty seconds, “When have you to meet Fred?”

“Ten minutes.” You were excited but you were absolutely terrified. You’d barely seen him in the last week, apparently trying to get everything in order for the dance, George told you. You were confused about what all of this meant. Fred had said it was a date but was it? Were you going to go as friends or more than that? Did he like you? Oh Merlin, you hoped he did but you tried not to think about that so that you didn’t get your heart crushed.

“How do I look?” You asked Esther as you stood up, smoothing down your dress.

“You look lovely,” she grinned, “Oh, he is going to just melt for you!”

“He’s already seen me! He won’t care anymore!”

Esther rolled her eyes, “You’re seriously underestimating how good you look and how much Fred fancies you! Now go or you’ll be late!”

You were meeting Fred outside of the Great Hall so you walked out of the common room and down the halls. You passed by various friends of yours, including Hermione and Ginny, who squealed with excitement and gushed over how good you looked, “Fred’s bricking it,” Ginny laughed, “It’s so funny.” After chatting to them briefly, they sent you to go find him.

And find him you did.

There he stood at the bottom of the steps with a single rose and a wide smile. You walked down the steps slowly, careful not to fall, when he rushed up them to get to you, “Hi,” he said with a smile, “you look... you look like something out of a fairytale, like a princess.”

You couldn’t help but smile widely at him, “You look awful handsome yourself,” you said, reaching out to brush his shoulder off. He must’ve bought himself a new suit and tie. The tie was red, the same red as your dress, and he even bought new shoes, “Did you buy these new?”

Fred nodded, “Yeah, been saving up. I wanted to look good for you.”

“Fred,” you said softly, “you always look good.” You didn’t realise how much that meant to him as he cleared his throat and held out his arm. You gladly took it and he walked you down to the bottom of the steps.

“Oh, this is for you,” he said, holding out the rose, “I bought you a bouquet, I had Esther hide them but when you return to your dorm room, they’ll be there.” 

You thanked him, telling him that was too much but he just grinned at you, “Anything for you, princess.”

Together, you walked into the ball. It was beautifully decorated, whites, golds and silvers all around. You pulled Fred to get a drink and bumped into George on the way who winked at Fred and told you that you looked lovely.

The music changed to something slow, of course it would, and Fred stuck his hand out and bowed low, “Can I have this dance?”

Smiling, you put your empty cup on the table and curtseyed to him before accepting his hand and allowing him to lead you to the middle of the dance floor. It wasn’t exceptionally busy yet so the dance floor was half empty but as soon as you and Fred stepped onto it, the floor emptied. 

“I don’t really know how to dance,” you said as you held one of his hands and rested the other on his shoulder. Fred’s other hand fell to your waist, it felt like a very natural thing.

“I’ll teach you,” he grinned as you started to dance together. It was a slow song yet had a bit of a build up. Fred led you and as you began to grow more confident, you both got a little bolder. Fred twirled you around, making you laugh loudly as he spun you, that’s when you realised you were the only two on the dancefloor and everyone was watching you both.

He pulled you in close as you said, “They’re all staring at us.” He could see that you were feeling self conscious.

“They’re all staring at you, princess,” he said as he spun you again before dipping you with such ease, “You look absolutely gorgeous and they can’t take their eyes off of you... nor can I.”

You looked up at him, still in the dipped position, feeling that surge of butterflies in your stomach and all you could think about was how bad you wanted to kiss him. Fred looked down at you, eyes fleeting to your lips, realising that you had been staring at his lips the whole time. He smirked before pulling you back up to dance to the final part of the song. He wouldn’t kiss you yet, he wanted it to be more private. You sucked in a breath as you melded into his embrace laying your head on his chest. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as people began filtering back onto the dancefloor. Fred Weasley made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

The song melded into another and another and you stood, slow dancing with Fred with your head on his chest. The tempo was faster and now the dancefloor was flooded with people but you were too wrapped up in your moment together that you didn’t quite care.

“Would you like to go a walk?” Fred asked after a few more songs, “I’d like to talk to you.”

You nodded and allowed him to navigate you both through the crowds before walking outside. The cold breeze hit you hard, Fred was quick to shrug off his jacket and drape it around your shoulders, “You’ll get cold,” you tried to say but Fred shook his head and told you he’d be fine.

You linked your arm through his as you walked before sitting on a bench in Hogwarts gardens, “Why me?” You asked him quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you ask me to be your date? I know Angelina and a lot of other girls were lining up to be your date... They’re much prettier than I am... skinnier too.” 

Fred scoffed, “You truly don’t get it, do you?” You frowned, “(y/n), I fancy you. I fancy the absolute pants off you. I’ve fancied you for years! You are the most beautiful, funniest, most down to earth girl I’ve ever met. You’re so kind and helpful, so pretty without even trying. You are beautiful inside and out. I love the way you look. Hell, you could be twelve feet tall and have bogies for hair and I’d still fancy you!”

“You fancy me?” You asked incredulously.

Fred laughed as he nodded, “Obviously! I’d be daft not to fancy you! Add ‘oblivious’ to your list as well,” he teased as he grabbed your hand and pulled you up to dance with him again. You could still faintly hear the music from the Great Hall as you swayed with him. This time it was a different sort of dance. It was more of a sway really but it was more intimate. Your head lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as his hands wrapped around your waist pulling you close.

“You really genuinely like me?”

“Course I do, princess,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “You’re so bloody brilliant and have no idea!”

You pulled your head back to look at him, “I’ve fancied you for years, too.” You told him quietly, “I never thought you liked me back...”

The two of you laughed, “What are we like?” He asked, “Couple of numpties.”

You smiled up at him as he smiled back at you. Your eyes drifted to his lips again and he began to lean in close. He kissed you gently and unusually nervous. You kissed him back eagerly and that’s when he pulled you close and dipped you once more.

You yelped, getting a fright, and breaking the kiss to see him grinning at you, “I know you wanted me to kiss you when I did this in there,” Fred teased as your cheeks burned, “I thought I’d make you wait.”

“Bloody git,” you whispered before pulling him to you to kiss you again. Yep, Fred Weasley made you feel like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

[fandom-puff]

Fred Weasley with a Plus-sized GF

Requested by @teamleo2023

AN: as a bit of a chonk myself, I loved writing this!!

Warnings: bit of ✨spice✨ at the end, but that will be indicated- it’s not full on smut tho

Let’s just say this NOW

Fred weasley could not care LESS about your size.

You’re bloody perfect

As he tells you at LEAST 19 times a day

If anyone dares make fun of you, they’ll be on the receiving end of some rather vengeful pranks

He is not above punching someone for you

He loves resting his head on your chest???

Big fan of ur boob pillows as he so lovingly calls them

He loves your tummy as well

If u hug him from behind he may actually melt just saying

If you’re ever feeling down about your body image, he will shower you in so much affection

I’m talking kisses, cuddles, caresses, pats, squidges, the works

Sometimes, he’ll stand with you in front of a mirror and point out everything that he finds beautiful

Which is like your whole body

He would rlly like your stretch marks if you have them, absentmindedly tracing them with his finger tips

Slightly smutty stuff below

When you first get intimate, you try to cover yourself with your hands but Fred is having NONE of it

He slowly moves your hands

“Let me look at you, YN,”

In a low raspy whisper 🥵🥵🥵

“Fucking gorgeous. Just as I thought,”

If you’re a bit self conscious of being on top, he will reassure you

“Honestly Yn, if you smother me with your wonderful thighs, I think I’d die happily”

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DATING GEORGE WEASLEY...

- spending Christmas at the Burrow

- stealing his sweaters 

- him dancing with you whenever you are at a party

- teasing you about how short you are compared to him

- “I hate you”

- “Aww i love you too babe”

- helping him at the joke shop but Fred always catches you making out 

- molly ADORING you and ALWAYS,i mean always gossiping with her about some girls at school

- holding your hand 24/7

- staring contests lmao

- pranking 1st and 2nd year students but sometimes one of them ends up crying and you have to calm him down

- he lets you paint his nails and put makeup on him

- drinking hot chocolate and laughing about your childhood memories in front of the fire in the common room

- calling him odd pet names just to make him smile, c’mon EVERYONE loves his smile, he’s just so cute<3

- your parents embarrassing you in front oh him with your baby pics

- “Daaad please no, mom stop him”

- “Sorry honey but this is actually funny, oh George this one is worse”

- “You were supposed to be on my side, ughh”

- but laughing along with them after all 

- he buys you a small kitty for Christmas

- kissing him all over the face when you receive your gift

- POWER COUPLE BISSSSHHHHH