#fred x gn!reader

[cosmic-glow]

Notes: Challenged to spend the night in the cemetery during Halloween, you are surprised to find company until dawn.

Warnings: Fred x gn!reader; mention of anxiety; small plot at the end; SFW.

It was a stupid idea, for an even more stupid joke, you felt stupid for doing it, there were too many "stupid" for just one sentence and yet you continued with the challenge. Of all the games you could have suggested for the group, you had to choose "Truth or Dare", as if that couldn't turn against you, brilliant. Now here you were, holding your leather jacket tightly around your body and trying to figure out how you were going to get into the cemetery so late at night without being seen, truly incredible.

With momentum and strength that made your arms shake as you had to pull your own weight, you jumped over the wall and cursed your entire group of friends for putting you in this situation. Luckily for you - if had any luck in being in all this - there was no one in the cemetery to catch you, everything was very silent, with a strange fog covering the graves, the only light that illuminated the place was the moonlight and some streetlights that were too far away from each other. A shiver ran through your body as you walked between the tombs and realized that the only ones in that cemetery were you and the dead.

It was better to get it over with, you pulled out your cell phone and turned on the camera, a photo would be enough to convince them that you spent the whole night there, then you found a way to get rid of the locator spell that revealed the place you were in last hours. Finding a position that illuminated your face well but still showed the cemetery behind you, you pressed the button while giving the camera the middle finger, you just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. Your eyes closed at the surprise flash, you swore it had turned off.

- Who is the photo for?

A male voice asked and made you jump and look in the direction, right next to you was a tall boy, probably a few years older than you, with wild red hair and a curious smile and look. Where did he come from? And how did he approach without making a sound? You immediately pulled out your wand in fear of the unknown, who seemed too strange for you.

- Who are you?!

- Hey, calm down, calm down! My name is Fred, Fred Weasley, I was also a student at Hogwarts, I won't do you any harm, I just wanted to know what a freshman was doing in the cemetery - he raised his hands helplessly.

- I'm not a freshman! And how can I be sure you won't do anything?

- My wand is in my pocket, if you want you can take it, I just want to talk.

You walked over and placed your wand against his neck while you took the one from the boy's pocket and put it in your jacket. In one quick movement you moved away from him, lowering your wand but still not putting it away. Fred rubbed his neck, still in shock. Silently, he took a small step back and sat down on the nearest tombstone.

- You're badass... I think I was wrong to worry, but after all, what the hell are you doing alone in the cemetery at this hour?

- First you tell me, after all, it seems to me that you are in the same situation.

- The party I was at ended later than I expected, I didn't get a ride so I was walking home when I saw someone jumping over the cemetery wall - he revealed and it seemed true.

- I was challenged to spend the night in the cemetery, when dawn I can leave - you put away your wand.

- How stupid... - you agreed but didn't say - ... Aren't you afraid of seeing a ghost? - a smile appeared on his face.

- I'm not afraid of ghosts.

- And angels?

- Why would anyone be afraid of angels?

- Yeah, I said it without thinking - he shrugged and stood up - Well, then I'll leave. Was a pleasure to meet you.

- No! Wait! - you said without even thinking and the smile on his face increased - I still have your wand... - disguised.

- Oh, that's true, I forgot.

He approached you with his hand outstretched, waiting for you to give it back to him, and you were about to give it back, but you hesitated. A better idea popped into your mind, at the last second you pulled the wand back to you and put it away.

- I will return your wand on one condition.

- Condition? The wand is mine!

- If you help me remove this locator spell, I'll give it back to you and we can get out of here - you imposed.

- Locator spell? - he laughed loudly - There's no way to remove a locator spell! You have to wait for the duration to end.

- What do you mean there's no way to take it off!? - you widened your eyes.

- Yes, I'm really sorry, now can you give me my wand back?

You looked down at your feet feeling even more stupid for having accepted all of this, you thought and thought but no idea that could get you out of this without being ridiculed came up, before anxiety could take over you raised your head with determination.

- No. You will spend the night here with me.

- What?! I have nothing to do with this!

- That's because you scared me, when dawn comes I'll give you your wand back and we'll get out of here.

Fred stared at you in disbelief, thinking of several great names to call you with the anger he felt. With an irritated sigh or grunt - it was hard to tell - he turned his back to you and walked away. Now it was you who was in disbelief and ran after him, "where are you going?!" You called but he didn't answer you. When you found him, Fred was resting on top of a grave, arms crossed.

- Fred?

- Do you want me to wait? Okay, but I'm not going to stay upright until dawn - you laughed and sat on the tomb next to him.

- Thanks for staying.

- As if I had much choice.

For a long time, the two of you stayed like that, sitting on top of the tombs side by side, waiting for the sun in silence. There was a cold breeze that sent shivers down the back of your neck from time to time, making you cross your arms tighter against your body. Fred didn't seem to mind that much, his thoughts were far away.

- Can I say something? - he said suddenly, breaking the long silence, almost scaring you.

- Yes.

- You have terrible friends, I would never let a friend stay in the cemetery alone, never! - he seemed really angry for you.

- You can't talk much, none of your friends gave you a ride and now you're in the cemetery too.

- Yeah, I'm, right...? - he said more to himself than to you - I think we both have shitty friends - you laughed.

- ... I would have given you a ride - he looked at you.

- ... Thanks - he smiled.

The conversation between you after that started shyly, but soon you were both laughing. Fred was actually very funny, and even though he had every reason to be mad at you, he chose to forget about it and make you laugh. He preferred to ask about how things were at Hogwarts now than to frown until the first ray of sunlight appeared. He told you about the school's secret passages, about the incredible things he invented and how he gave the teachers trouble when he was a student, how he always had a prank ready for each of them. Fred listened to you talk about the things you had done too and smiled every time you were proud that you hadn't been caught. In the end, to your surprise, you were very similar, even if still different.

Only when you ran out of topics did notice that the sun had already risen, he then got up from the stone tomb and stretched.

- Let's go? We have to take advantage of the fact that no janitor or anything like that has arrived yet to catch us.

Agreeing, you got up and followed the path he took, arriving at a gate that was very well locked. Fred looked at you and held out his hand and he didn't need to say anything for you to understand that he wanted the wand. As agreed, you returned it. With a spell that wasn't just a simple Alohomora, Fred managed to unlock the gate.

- George and I invented this spell when we were still in 5th grade.

- Who is George? - he was silent for a while.

- An old friend - he said and opened the gate, which creaked.

Maybe it was all in your head, but the outside of the cemetery seemed to have a much lighter air. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, realizing how tired you were and just wanted to get back to your dorm before a teacher or monitor noticed you were missing.

- Well, then I'll go, it was nice talking to you, Y/n - Weasley announced.

- Ah, yes, it was nice talking to you too, thanks for the company...

But when you opened your eyes and turned to him there was no one, how had he disappeared so quickly? It was just a matter of seconds. You found it really strange but you didn't think about it too much, wizards disappearing in the blink of an eye was considerably normal, maybe a little rude, but normal. Shrugging and starting to go on your way, you pulled your cell phone out of your pocket to check how the photo you took had turned out. And at that time something really strange happened. In the photo there was only you, there was no one next to you, nothing, not a single strand of Fred's red hair appeared in the photo even though he was right next to you at the moment you took it. But as the flash was on, something behind you lit up and shone, you zoomed in to get a better look. On the tombstone behind you was a photo that reflected the light, and just below was engraved the name: Fred Weasley (April 1, 1978 – May 2, 1998). His voice echoed in your mind: "Aren't you afraid of seeing a ghost?... And an angel?" A shiver ran through your body when understood what had just happened.

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freddie's little firework

fred weasley x afab!gn!reader

cw: 18+ smut, d/s dynamics, kissing, knee grinding/bouncing?, non gender specific petnames,

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"What the fuck!" You gasp, shocked at the harsh yank of your sleeve, consequently tripping over your feet as you're roughly, but somehow delicately, pulled into a dark alcove. You know that kind of manhandling like that back of your hand. 

"Hi, my little firework," Fred's taunting tone breathes hot against your ear, amusement lining his words. 

A shiver runs down your spine and you turn around swiftly to face him, pushing at his chest playfully. "The fuck, Freddie? You know I hate it when you do that." You narrow your eyes halfheartedly. You can't really be upset. Not when he's wearing that mischievous grin and looking all hot and slightly disheveled. A look that's telling he likely just pulled a prank somewhere else in the castle and is running off an adrenaline high.

He barely moves an inch at your shove, merely chuckling and gazing down at you like you're the most adorable thing he's ever seen. "And you know I love riling you up. Don't know why you're surprised at this point, pet." His tongue clicks, tsking. 

You roll your eyes fondly, and when they focus back on Fred he's suddenly much closer, eye level to you now which is saying something considering he towers over you at his full height. Your chest warms at the proximity, heart stuttering at the reminder of how much bigger he is than you, stronger. 

Fred's usual grin widens into a smirk at your reaction. He slips his hand behind your head to cup your nape and bring your face closer. His head tilts and he easily slots his lips over yours, pulling you into a deep and languid kiss, turning your mind to mush. The kisses to your bottom lip are bordering on obscene. 

There's no such thing as short kisses with Fred, no pecks. He savors each one and treats them all as sacred. Borderline devouring your mouth every chance he can get. You've been late to class quite a few times just because of his "goodbye" kisses. 

"So rude of you to not offer me a kiss, pretty baby. It's like you're trying to kill me off today or something," he jokes as he pulls back, though his eyes are dead serious. 

Heat swirls in your stomach. "Didn't know I had to offer. Usually you just take em," you tease back, eyes twinkling with a playful quality as you shrug. Though it's hard to ignore the heaviness of his hand cupping your nape and the feelings it's igniting throughout your body. 

He quirks an eyebrow in interest, tongue slipping out to wet his bottom lip. "Oh, is that right?" He absentmindedly thumbs circles into the back of your neck. 

A tingly numbing feeling begins to travel down the line of your stomach. Salazar, the way he looks at you. The subtle touching to remind you of the weight of his hand, a small show of ownership, as if you were able to forget that you're his. It's hard to keep your composure when he's eyeing you up like a pretty little treat all for him and him only. 

You wrack your brain for something to say, already having forgotten what you were talking about. You can't let him win so soon, but it's so hard when he's pushing all your buttons. He's got you crowded in a dark little alcove, pulled up against him, eye-level with his hand on your neck, and is staring down at you like you're something to eat. 

"Uh- yeah. It is." You nod your head dumbly.

His eyebrows raise victoriously when he hears the sharp contrast in your tone. The teasing playfulness has given way to something more shy, a hint of nervousness. He loves it when you get all nervous around him, like you've got a little crush on him. Even after you've been dating for so long. Makes his heart warm and his dick a little hard. 

He breathes out heavily. It's an amused sound. "You like when I take em? Kiss you whenever I want?" His slips his free hand over your hip, smoothing down the curve of your ass and creeping up under your skirt. You feel your face flush red when he palms a handful of your asscheek and squeezes unabashedly. "Touch you however I want?" 

"Freddie-" you scold halfheartedly, instinctively seeking out his body heat by leaning your weight on him, your chests pressed together. You really are quite used to his wandering hands. Fred has no shame in affection, private or public, but a wash of embarrassment coils your being at the thought of casual he is about it. It's so fucking hot. 

"You're so adorable," he cuts in, unable to help himself from cooing down at you. "But I asked you a question, firework," his voice rumbles lowly. 

You swallow thickly. "Uh-" 

Then his hand is leaving your ass in favor of pressing his palm flat to your stomach, pushing you to walk backwards as he crowds you in. A small gasp bubbles from your throat when your back hits the cold stone wall. Heat creeps up your neck when you realize he's got you trapped like a little rabbit, nowhere to go, nowhere to focus on but him and his broad body blocking your view of everything else. 

"Uh- uh-" he mocks you, a devious glint in your eye that you know means he's scheming, planning for something that's no doubt going to make you an embarrassed, wet mess. "Use your words, cupcake. What's gotten into you today, hmm?" He asks, pretending like he doesn't know it's all his fault. 

"You're being mean," you mumble under your breath, stomach swirling, heat traveling down your navel.

He dips his head down, pressing his hands beside your head, smirking. "You like mean." 

You drop your gaze, knowing he's right. warmth pools in your core. 

"Hey." His knuckle taps under your chin once before he grasps your jaw and lifts your head. "Show me those pretty eyes, baby," he purrs, dominance lingering in his tone. 

His voice is so magnetic you can't help but be compelled to listen, shyly lifting your gaze. "I don't like it when you get like this." Lie. 

He narrows his eyes knowingly. "Sure you don't. Either way I don't really care, cause I like it when you get like this." His hand slips away from your jaw, traveling downwards and under your skirt to cup your cunt in his palm. He laughs, pleased when he finds evidence of your soaked panties. "Of course you're wet, firework." 

"I bet I could slip my hand under your skirt anytime of the day and find your panties a little soaked. Why is that, baby?" Fred taunts meanly. 

"S-Shut up..." you mumble, face flushed. Though your hips jut downwards into his palm, seeking his warmth. 

He wraps his free arm around the back of your waist, pulling you into him as he presses two fingers to your clit, stroking lines up and down through the cotton panties. Your legs wobble, weak at the sudden pleasure. You whine softly, head falling forward to rest against his chest as he plays with your pussy. 

"Oh, are you hiding, pretty thing? Embarrassed?" He coos. 

"Yes!" You groan weakly, hips twitching as his palm flattens and lifts your weight up. You gasp at the sudden pressure, forced on the tips of your toes under his strength. 

"Like that, huh?" He taunts, smirking down at you knowingly. He gently sets you down, only to kick your foot out with his shoe and press his knee between your thighs, pushing upwards. 

You whine, keeling over slightly at the sudden burst of pleasure. Your hands fall to his upper thigh for support. He's got you borderline dangling off the ground, held up by only his strong knee under your cunt. 

He grasps onto your waist to keep you steady. "Oh, you're so cute like this," he breathes, entranced by your scrunched up expression, nose wrinkled and eyebrows furrowed. His hands gently lift you and then bounce you down, cunt banging against his knee. 

Your chest stutters mid breath when he drops you down, the phantom sensation of being filled and the pressure of your weight forcing your pussy to clench down. "F-Freddie-" You whine weakly. 

"You're gonna cum like this before I let you go on your way. Library was where you were heading, no?" He speaks casually as he drops you back down, setting an easy rhythm of bouncing you on his knee. 

Your heavy breathing is the only answer he receives. 

It's only when he stops bouncing you to swat at your thigh that your attention snaps to him. 

A whimper escapes your lips. "S-Sorry?" Your voice is thick with pleasure and confusion. 

"Library, baby. That's where you were going, right?" He speaks slowly, condescending in the way he coos at you like you're dumb. His eyes are glittering with mischief.

"Uh- y-yes. Yeah." You nod rapidly, hoping your answer will get him to start bouncing you again. 

His hands return to your waist, lifting and dropping you down. "Listen." He raises his eyebrow sternly. "You're going to cum, and then you're going to go finish your work in the library. Yeah?" He gazes down at you expectantly. 

You swallow, nodding your head. "Mhm. Yes." 

"Yes, what?" 

"G-Gonna-" You squeak at a particularly harsh bounce. "Gonna cum t-then library." 

"Good job." Fred kisses your searing cheek. He bounces you down and pressures your cunt down on his knee, holding you there tightly. 

Your eyes roll back, body shuddering. "Freddie please-" You don't even know what you're asking for, the thumping pleasure in your pussy too much for your brain to handle. 

"Close already?" Fred murmurs against your cheek, breath hot as he kisses down to the side of your neck and he begins to bounce you again, much harsher than before. "Can feel your heartbeat, pretty. You're getting worked up quick, huh?" 

His admission only serves to embarrass you further, consequently kicking up the fire burning in your core. Numbing tingles start building in the tips of your toes. Whines tumble out of your throat every few seconds. 

Why is it always so easy for him to make you cum? Not something most would complain about but he often likes to hold it over your head, taunt you about how easy you are. 

Fred can feel how exactly hard you're thumping against his knee. "Oh, there you are. You have something you want to ask me, little firework?" He taunts, eyes alight with lust and amusement. 

Your face twists up, mouth dropping open but no sound comes out. 

He furrows his eyebrows. "Baby," he warns, eyes darkening. You know better than to cum without asking first. 

You sob, scrambling to speak up before he stops moving you. "Please? Please, please. Need to. Want to cum for you, please, Freddie?" Your bottom lip wobbles, overwhelmed at how fast your body is numbing with the hot burning sensation coiling in your gut. 

Fred considers you for a moment, dragging it out as he drinks you in. "You're gonna be good and go finish your work after this?" 

"Yes! Promise," you plead, cunt clenching. 

Fred hums an amused sound. "Yeah? Well go ahead then. Show me how you cum all pretty, baby. Gonna soak my trousers through," he chuckles. 

"Kiss! Kiss, please. Please?" 

His eyes twinkle down at you. Of course you need a kiss to cum. He leans down, sucking on your bottom lip as you kiss on his Cupid's bow. 

Your body breaks out into a shudder, mouth parting to moan into his mouth as you clamp down tightly, toes curling, cumming hard around nothing but the phantom feeling of being filled as you're bounced. 

You're barely able to kiss back, Fred putting in all the work as you ride out the hot waves of bliss. After a few moments, he slows down the bouncing, halting your body to a stop and gently lowering you to the ground as his lips part from yours. 

He's quick to wrap his arms around you when your knees give out, holding you tight in his embrace and petting your hair while you breath heavy into his chest. "That was a big one, huh?" He murmurs with amusement.

You nod against him weakly, an incoherent mumble of agreement sounding out in answer. 

He whispers praises and sweet names into your temple as his hands soothe up and down your body, petting you and massaging your placid body. 

"Don't want to go to the library..." You mumble after a few moments, hoping he might've changed his mind. 

He chuckles. "Too bad, we had an agreement, baby. If you don't go you're not cumming for the rest of the week," he coos in a condescending tone. 

You huff but don't argue. You know he's not joking. 

Fred coddles you for a long time, obviously reluctant to let you leave his grasp and go do something that doesn't include spending time with him. He tongues the inside of his cheek, thinking. "If you go finish your work, I'll take you down to Honeydukes to get whatever you'd like after," he negotiates, never hesitant to spoil you. 

You lift your head almost instantly and he knows he's got you hooked. Your chin rests on his chest as you gaze up at him with interest. "Promise?" 

His grin widens and he nods. "Promise, sweet thing. We can even snog in that little alleyway and maybe I'll touch you up a bit." He winks. "Now c'mon. Library time. I'll walk you." He reluctantly pulls back, smoothing down your skirt and uniform, though he doesn't vanish the stickiness of your panties. You know it's purposeful, he wants you to be reminded of how he just defiled you every time you shift or move. 

You gaze up at him with adoration as he tidies you up, standing placid and letting him do as he pleases. Then he grabs you hand and pulls you out of the alcove, leading you to the library. 

It's then that you notice the dark stain on his knee. Your eyes blow wide and your face flushes in embarrassment. "Freddie!" You hiss. "Your trousers!" 

He furrows his eyebrows, looking down, and when he raises head he's smirking victoriously. "I think it's quite a nice look, doll." His tone shows he's not planning on doing anything to get rid of the stain. 

You grumble and hide you face in his arm as you walk. "You just love to embarrass me," you groan.

He chuckles and moves to wrap his arm around your shoulder and tuck you into his side. "No doubt about it, little firework."

[magical-reid]

Wagers and Wishes

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor?GN!Reader (No use of Y/n) (They're in the Gryffindor common room but there's nothing that actually claims that the reader is a Gryffindor.)

Word Count: 900

Prompt: 6: “You owe me a kiss.”

Summary: In the Gryffindor common room, Fred teases you into fulfilling a bet by demanding a kiss after you miss a shot in Wizard's Chess. Despite your initial disdain, the kiss is unexpectedly enjoyable, leaving both of you caught in a moment where you make a genuine connection.

The Gryffindor common room was its usual lively self, filled with the crackling warmth of the fire and the buzz of students chatting, laughing, and occasionally yelling over a heated game of Wizard’s Chess. You, however, were not part of the cheerful crowd.

You were sitting on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at Fred Weasley, who was lounging across from you like he hadn’t just ruined your entire evening. His long legs stretched out, his head tilted back in mock relaxation, and a devilish grin plastered across his face.

“I cannot believe you,” you said, your voice cutting through the noise around you.

Fred opened one eye lazily, pretending to be confused. “What’d I do this time, love?”

“What’d I do?” you repeated, incredulous. “You know exactly what you did, Fred! You tricked me into that bet!”

He straightened slightly, sitting up just enough to toss you one of his signature grins. “Now, now. Tricked is a strong word. I’d say I gave you a fair challenge, and you were the one who said, If I miss, I’ll do whatever you say.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands for a moment. “I didn’t think I’d actually miss!”

“Well, you did,” Fred said, shrugging with mock sympathy. “And lucky for me, I already knew what I wanted.”

You glared at him, your cheeks flushing. “Of all the things you could’ve asked for, you chose this?”

“Obviously,” he said with a wink. “Why would I waste an opportunity like this? I’ve been waiting for ages to catch your attention.”

“Oh, so interrupting my evening to make a ridiculous demand was your best plan?” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Fred leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixed you with a mischievous gaze. “Ridiculous demand? Love, I didn’t ask for the moon. I just asked for a kiss.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly masked it with a glare. “A kiss,” you said, your voice low and deadly, “is not exactly a small request, Weasley.”

“Sure it is!” he said brightly. “It’s just one little kiss. Won’t take more than a second. Two, tops. Unless you want to go for three—”

“Fred!” you hissed, your cheeks burning as a few nearby Gryffindors glanced your way, clearly trying to eavesdrop.

He laughed, leaning back again and throwing his arms over the back of his chair. “You’re cute when you’re angry, you know that?”

You grabbed a cushion from the couch and lobbed it at him. He dodged easily, his grin widening. “That’s no way to treat the man you owe a kiss to,” he teased.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, crossing your arms again.

Fred stood up then, his tall frame towering over you as he walked around the table separating you. “Maybe,” he said, standing just in front of you. “But you’re not denying it.”

“Denying what?” you shot back, craning your neck to glare up at him.

“That you owe me a kiss,” he said, leaning down slightly, his face entirely too close for comfort—or maybe too close for your own sanity.

You opened your mouth to retort, but no words came out. Instead, you found yourself standing abruptly, determined to put an end to this nonsense before Fred’s smug grin drove you completely mad.

“Fine,” you said sharply, making him blink in surprise.

“Fine?” he repeated, his brows shooting up.

“Fine,” you said again, stepping closer to him and poking a finger into his chest. “Let’s just get it over with so you can stop being so unbearably smug.”

Fred’s expression shifted, his surprise melting into something softer, something that made your heart skip a beat. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“Five seconds,” you warned, folding your arms. “You’ve got five seconds before I change my mind.”

Fred grinned, his usual cocky confidence tempered by a flicker of nervousness. “Alright, alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—I’m a fantastic kisser.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move as Fred stepped closer. The common room seemed to fade away, the warmth of the fire and the hum of voices replaced by the thundering of your heartbeat.

Fred paused just inches from you, his brown eyes searching yours. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your cheeks burning but your resolve firm.

And then his lips were on yours, soft and warm and entirely too perfect. It wasn’t rushed or dramatic; it was gentle, almost hesitant, as though he was savoring the moment. His hand brushed against your waist, steadying you, and you felt yourself melt into him despite your earlier protests.

When he pulled back, his grin returned, though it was softer now, more genuine. “You know,” he said, his voice teasing but warm, “I think you enjoyed that more than you’re letting on.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the way your cheeks flushed. “Don’t push your luck, Weasley.”

Fred chuckled, stepping back and running a hand through his messy hair. “Oh, I’ve already won the jackpot tonight. But I’ll try to behave. For now.”

You shook your head, unable to keep the smile from tugging at your lips. As you turned to sit back down, you called over your shoulder, “By the way, you still owe me for that missed target practice. You’re carrying my books to class tomorrow.”

Fred’s laughter followed you, rich and genuine. “Anything for you, love.”

And as you sank back into the couch, your heart still racing, you couldn’t help but think that Fred Weasley might just be the most infuriating—and wonderful—person you’d ever met.

[vpzllx]

HIRO HAMADA

info ✩° : relationship / random hcs abt hiro

warnings ✩° : brain rot jokes (😔), slight cussing, (idk)

pairing ✩° : Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader

authors note ✩° : i might disappear in a week

He most definitely is chronically online like , he’s a internet weirdo but not like discord “My little e-kitten!” type weird . Like i can’t like he probably keeps up with the skibidi toilet lore

When he’s doing homework he calls you for company but then gets distracted and starts singing “You know me as the rizzler” and ur js looking at this kid like “wtf…”

When yall are together spending time at each others houses or js hanging out , hes always on u like a hawk and he’s always bothering u abt some nonsense

i feel like he likes nicknames but certain ones make him cringe n would like die .. example “baby , sweetie , cupcake.” like wtf is that but he’d definitely call u some made up nonsense like paypal or paypay idfk but Pookie is def a most used nickname

“paypay can i tell u something ..?” “what?” “im so skibidi toilet sigma bear” “get tf out” “🙁”

He would probably beg aunt Cass to make u little treats that he could give to u n act like he made it …

“aunt cass can you uhm possibly make some heart shaped cookies..?” “that’s a odd request Hiro , why?” “ … “ “i wanna give it to paypay” “OHHHH”

also i feel like he would find some way to use baymax to stalk your location …

“baymax , where is paypay?” “paypay also known as name is approximately 2.1 miles away at —“

He seems like the type to be a movie fiend and would def make u watch movies w him otp every night as a little routine before bed 🥰

When you two had ur first kiss he initially wanted to initiate the kiss and be “manly” and he attempted like 5 times but chickened out those same 5 times , when you finally initiated the kiss he was so embarrassed bc he wanted to do it 💔

uhm .. idk that’s it tell me if yall want more 😼

[httpvomitello]

Fred Weasley x reader who hides their chronic pain/illness? With lots of comfort and reassurance. Thanks :)

YES, ANOTHER FRED REQUEST, I'M SO HAPPY! I hope you like it ~ ♡♡

In Sickness and in Strength *⁠.⁠✧

fred weasley x gn!reader

The cold wind of late December crept through the cracks of the Burrow, making you tug the thick quilt tighter around your shoulders. The chaos of the Weasley household had been a welcome distraction for most of the holiday, but today you were struggling to keep your usual mask in place. Fred was in the next room, regaling his family with an exaggerated tale about a rogue Extendable Ear mishap. His laughter rang out like a warm melody, but you couldn’t muster the energy to join him.

Your body ached from head to toe, the familiar, invisible weight pressing against your bones. It was the kind of pain that no spell could erase, the kind you’d learned to live with in silence. You loved Fred, more than words could express, but how could you burden him with this? He was sunshine incarnate, the kind of person who made the world brighter just by existing. You couldn’t dim that light by telling him about the storm constantly raging inside you.

“Y/N?” Fred’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, gentle but curious. You looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe, his trademark grin softening into something more tender.

“Hey,” you said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Done telling tales already?”

He crossed the room in a few strides and plopped down beside you on the worn sofa, his arm immediately draping over your shoulders. “They’ve had enough of my genius for now,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “You, on the other hand, have been suspiciously quiet all day. What’s going on?”

You shrugged, your pulse quickening. “Just tired, that’s all. It’s been a long week.”

Fred’s brow furrowed slightly as he studied your face. He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Tired doesn’t usually make you look like you’re carrying the weight of the world. Come on, love, what’s really going on?”

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as you tried to come up with an excuse. But Fred wasn’t the kind of person you could lie to easily. His gaze was too steady, too sincere.

“It’s nothing,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Fred shifted, turning to face you fully. His hand found yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Y/N, you know you don’t have to hide things from me, right? Whatever it is, I’m here. Always.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and before you could stop them, they spilled over, hot and unrelenting.

“I—” You took a shaky breath, unable to meet his gaze. “I’ve been dealing with this for a while. It’s… it’s chronic pain. Some days are worse than others, but I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to be a burden. You’ve already got so much going on, Fred, and I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take care of me too.”

Fred’s grip on your hand tightened, and when you finally looked up, his expression was a mix of heartbreak and determination.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes. “You could never be a burden to me. Never. I don’t care how much you’re struggling or what you’re dealing with—I want to be there for you. That’s what love is, yeah? You’ve been there for me through everything, and I’ll be damned if I let you go through this alone.”

A fresh wave of tears spilled over, but this time, they were tears of relief. Fred pulled you into his arms, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world. His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as he murmured soft reassurances into your hair.

“We’ll figure this out together,” he promised. “Whatever you need, i will make it work. If you’re having a bad day, you tell me, and I’ll do whatever I can to make it better. And on the good days, we’ll celebrate. But I need you to promise me something too.”

You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze. “What’s that?”

“Promise me you’ll stop trying to handle this on your own,” he said. “Because you don’t have to, Y/N. You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and love. “I promise.”

Fred smiled then, his usual mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Good. Now, how about we sneak some of Mum’s mince pies and curl up by the fire? I reckon a bit of warmth and sugar might be just what the Healer ordered.”

You laughed despite yourself, the sound lightening the heaviness in your chest. “That sounds perfect.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader (no specific gender) Summary: you go to Headquarters to see that your boyfriend, Fred, has cut his long hair Warnings: none Note: this is a shorty. ~ loosely based on that part of clueless

"well isn't this place...lively" Hermione tried to smile as we looked at the Headquarters, aka 12 Grimmauld place

you sighed as you walked to the front door, Mad Eye leading us in

"go upstairs and make yourself at home" he grumbled as we reached the stairs

You heard Ron yell from the top of the stairs and come down

"hey" he smiled at Hermione

"hi" she blinked

"where's Fred?" you asked, wanting to see your boyfriend that you haven't seen all holidays

"he's upstairs, first door to the right" Ron responded.

you thanked him before going upstairs, looking for your boyfriend

you turned to the right and looked at the first door

you knocked and there was no response, but you heard shuffeling

"Freddie?" you called through the door

"come in!" he called back

you opened the door and walked through, putting your bags by the door as you looked at him on the bed, his blanket over his body and head, covering his hair and shoulders

you went over to him and sat beside him

"are you cold?" you asked, motioning to the blanket

"yeah...it's quite chilly" he responded

"Y/n!" you heard George yell from behind you

you turned around with a smile that slowly dropped when you saw his hair

his hair that was once long, to now short

the twins always had the same haircut, they never had different styles, so you knew that Fred had also cut it

you slowly turned your head to face Fred, who smiled innocently

in the corner of your eye, you saw George's smirk

you took the blanket off him and stood up when you saw his hair

"what have you done!?" you yelled at him

he got off the bed and reached for your hands

"it was getting too long, babe, hard to manage. and it's not that bad! I think I look good!" he defended himself

you've always loved his hair, but you loved it when it was long.

'more to grab on to' you always said

"why wouldn't you ask me! I'm the one who has to look at you!" you shook your head, disappointed

"I'm sorry! I didn't think you would hate it this much" he chuckled

you stood there, looking at him blankly

you reached up and grabbed onto his hair, gripping it lightly

you ran your fingers through it and sighed

it was still soft.

it was still thick

you ruffled it and smiled when it got in the way of his eyes

it wasn't short short, just shorter

"you owe me 5 sickles" George spoke proudly

Fred huffed and pulled the silver coins out of his pocket before handing it to his twin

you looked at them both weirdly

"he knew you wouldn't like it" he said

"I don't...not like it. I just prefer it long" you rolled your eyes

"either way I was right!" George grinned, apparating out of the room

you turned back to the older twin and looked up at his hair

"I guess I'll get used to it" you frowned

"you have to, it's never going long again" he laughed lowly, bringing you into a hug

"not even just a few inches?" you tried

"nope" he shook his head

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[desideriumwriter]

Closest To Heaven

Summary: After years of shoving down your feelings your Fred, believing he'd never felt the same as you did, a loss and a letter tells you otherwise. (based off this request!)

cw: mentions of blood, injuries, explosions, dying, canon character death

a/n: the beginning is a bit sloppy and rushed but bare with me i promise you it gets better and dramatic

wc: 2.7k | f.w. masterlist | navi

Fred and you had always had a tight bond. Everybody knew, you were almost with him as much as he was with George. 

Lately it had been more of just Fred and you together. Rather than Fred, George, and you.

The more and more you hung out with Fred alone, the more you begin to feel differently for him. A good different, a better different.

Every time he would touch you, even if it was a playful shove, your skin felt all tingly. His silly teases or funny comments towards you didn’t feel like joking anymore, there was more of a flirty tone to them.

Godric, you were falling in love with him. It was cliché, falling in love with your bestfriend. The problem was you really couldn’t tell if Fred had any true interest in you. It was hard to tell if he was actually joking or actually flirting with you a lot of the time.

You were unprepared for what would happen if you did confess to Fred, and he didn’t feel the same.

So, you shoved those feelings down. It worked for a while. You would get those occasional butterflies in your stomach when Fred would look at you, but you did your best to ignore them.

Until you saw Fred and Angelina walking hand and hand through the clock tower courtyard. 

Then it came back. That feeling in your stomach again. 

Not fluttering butterflies, but a painfully tight knot.

Angelina was a gorgeous girl. Pretty personality and pretty face. Pretty everything. She was courageous, strong as hell, fiery, and well put together. Who wouldn’t fall in love with her? 

You didn’t feel envious or jealous of her. Not in any angry or resentful way. 

But sometimes you did wish it was your waist that Fred had his arms wrapped around at the Yule Ball. That it’d be you would get a kiss pecked on your cheek before Fred left the room. You who would give him good-luck-kisses before he’d walk on the field first. That it’d your head resting on his shoulder, asleep on his body. That it’d be your fingers intertwined with his during weekend trips to Hogsmeade or even down the hallways of the castle.

You wished that it’d be you. It’d be you.

It made you sick sometimes. But, Fred moved on. You should too.

And you did, you found eyes for others. Desperately trying to find someone who wasn’t him. You were able to get a few successful relationships, at least for a little while. They never lasted very long. 

Later on you found out Fred and Angelina had split. You decided not to pry, but it was mostly likely because of Fred and George abandoning Hogwarts and making a grand exit out of school in year six.

Throughout the years, you kept in touch. Somewhat. Occasionally you both would send owls to each other. Little notes and sometimes Fred and George would send a small gift, usually sweets.

On even rarer occasions you’d pop up to their store.

He’d always let you leave with a free product of your choosing or his persuasion, always trying to lure you into getting something by saying things like:

“This ones a top seller.”

“Customer favorite!’

“This can come in handy when you least expect it.”

You always tried to have a comeback, a refusal to his words, yet he’d always have one in response.

“Hey, you might need it one day!” 

“I’ll need to have a nosebleed one day?” You raised your eyebrows, an amused look on your face as you stared at the nougat in your hand.

“Get out of boring meetings.” He shrugged.

Though you always refuted and attempted to pay. Shoving galleons in his pocket when he wasn’t looking, yet every time you left the money somehow made it back in your purse. You forgot how damn good he was at charms.

Though it would be long periods of time, months, years, since you’d seen each other face to face. There was no tension, no awkward air between you. You both talked and joked the same way you did when you saw each other everyday at Hogwarts.

School honestly felt like a past life every time you saw him.

Now you were back at that castle. Leaning against a fallen over wall with him in the now destroyed courtyard, both a bit bruised and exhausted. Trying to get a moment of relaxation after a long few days of preparing and protecting the castle while fighting other dark wizards.

Everything felt sickening. You stared around the area around you. No longer covered in green grass and healthy plants in pots. Now full of smashed pillars, torn and burnt bushes, cracked concrete.

“You alright?” Fred's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, just thinking.”

“Me too.” He nudged your elbow playfully, of course, in the middle of a battle he could still try and joke through it.

“This was the last place we spoke, before you flew out of here.” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, trying not to show your hurt due to the memory.

“You’re sure about this? You’re both gonna really go through with it? Leaving?“ You said, pulling your knees up to your chest as you sat together on the cold bench.

“Yeah, tomorrow. You sound disappointed.”

“I’m just worried.” You sighed.

“About?”

“You leaving here and things accidentally going wrong.” You fiddled with your tie.

“Nothings gonna go wrong. We’ve got more than enough to set up our shop, we already have a place claimed for it.” He sounded slightly defensive.

“I just don’t want you to end up regretting this.” You gave him a sympathetic look, he gave you an offended one.

“We’ve been saving up for years. Every bit of money I’ve gotten has gone directly into this. This is all I’ve wanted for years. I’m going to have it and I’m going to be happy with it.” His tone got a bit harsh. “I don’t need some rubbish certificate to get to where I want to be.”

“I know, I know.” You brought your legs down, feet touching the grass. “I’m really gonna miss you.” Your mouth was moving faster than your brain, you didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“I’m really gonna miss you too.” He looked over at you, putting a hand over yours, fingers wrapping around your hand for comfort. You weren’t if he was doing it for his or your comfort. “I’ll send you letters and I’ll tell you all about the process, alright? I’m not gonna become a ghost to you.” He squeezed, you both smiled at the ground.

Before you went back to your dorms, he pulled you into a tight hug.

“You be good, Weasley. Don’t be stupid.” You let out a weak laugh.

“It’s my brand.” He said as he pulled away. “You be smart.” 

“Yeah. It’s been so long.” He leaned his head back against the wall. “I think getting out of here was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” You tried to ignore how that sentence felt like a stab in the gut, so desperately wanting to ask; Was leaving me here a good decision?

“Did you ever miss it here?” You looked over at him, 

“A little bit. I missed the people. I missed you.” Fred felt a bit shy saying that, yet you were in the middle of chaos, anything could happen to either of you. Better to get the truth out now than never. “Sometimes I think about what would’ve happened if I stayed.”

“The same outcome most likely, you’d just have to wait another year. But, I would’ve left early if I could’ve as well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, sixth year was hell. Especially with Umbridge running the place for that moment.” You looked at the back of your hand, still able to see the faded letters from her punishments scarred in.

Fred put his hand over yours, this time your fingers intertwined with each other rather than wrapping around both your palms. With his other hand, he pulled something out of his coat pocket.

“Um, I want you to have this.” He cleared his throat as he handed you a folded piece of paper. You took it hesitantly, fingers brushing over his, you began to open it but he stopped you. “Don’t. Open it afterwards, all of…this. It’s in case anything happens to me.”

He couldn’t ignore the way your face faltered.

“It’s just for if this will be our last time together.”

“Fred…” Your voice was solemn, almost sounding disappointed. “Come on, don’t talk like that.” Your thumbs fiddling with the paper.

“I just don't have a good feeling about this.” He murmured.

“I don’t think anybody does.” You let out a terribly weak scoff. “We’re in the middle of a literal fucking war, Fred.” You looked around, raised your arms and let them fall to your sides.

“Yeah. But you know what I mean.” He breathed in. You did know what he meant, but you wouldn’t let him know that either.

“Fine. I hope you know you’ll be getting this back though.” You pointed the letter at him, letting out a breathy laugh through your nose and you put the note in your pocket. You both whipped

your heads up once you heard the bells, the secret warning sign everyone agreed on. The one that told you to get to your spots.

As the both of you stood and Fred turned away, you grabbed him onto his hand and pulled him into a hug.

“You be good Weasley.” You spoke softly, hoping that he couldn’t hear the wavering in it and your voice was slightly muffled due to burying your face in his chest. 

It felt different compared to any other embrace you ever had. Those few seconds felt so long, and in those seconds, even in the midst of a battle, you felt the safest you’ve ever been.

“You be safe.” He said sweetly, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head before pulling away. 

You gave him a smile, trying not to wince at how you accidentally broke open the cut on your lip that you sustained earlier. His mouth opened a tiny bit to say something else, instead he closed it, smiling and nodding at you back.

You both left the open area, returning to your spots and both trying to ignore the dread that filled your stomachs.

By the time the sky was pitch black and littered with stars, thats when you heard the explosion, just feet away from you. The force was enough to cause you to stumble but still stay on your feet.

Immediately a long and dark haired man shoved past you, running away as you saw a lanky and tall boy following suit.

Percy?

Percy was already chasing after Rookwood by the time most of the smoke and debris had cleared from the air. Words you’d never expected to come out that proper boys mouth were being shouted.

You turned to the spot behind you that had been blown up, bits of stone and cement shattered everywhere, piles on it. You felt your heart stop as you saw a familiar pair of legs laying over one of the piles.

Running over and your feet coming to a screeching halt as you stood over Freds body, the movement of his chest gave you a tiny bit of relief, but the small bits of blood seeping out the side of his mouth took it all away. 

You dropped to your knees, sweeping the dirt and stone off his chest. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at you, brows faintly knit together as he tried to lift up his head, failing.

He rasped out your name, you gave him a pained smile. 

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.” You shushed him, he coughed a bit. “It’s alright, I’ll get you help okay? You’re gonna be fine.” You tried your best to blink away the glaze forming in your eyes.

As you wiped the blood off his mouth he brought up a weak, bloodied hand from the rubble. Pulling out the note from your front pocket and pushing it into your chest.

“No, no. You’re getting this back. Nothings gonna happen to you, you’re getting this back.” You tried to convince him, yourself too.

Though he couldn't get any clear words out, his voice was soft, and he smiled. He grabbed your other hand and placed it over the note, you held onto it. His breaths became more raspy and his face went pale. You knew what was happening and you didn’t want to.

That bad feeling Fred had about all this, it was happening. You couldn’t stop it.

“No, no, no.” You whispered hoarsely, “Don’t you dare fucking do this to me.” You sobbed as you continued to wipe the dirt off his face, he just smiled at you with red stained teeth, wiping a tear from your cheek with a weak hand.

A broken plea left your throat.

You could feel his soul begin to drift away from you at that moment. You couldn’t do anything about it. You stroked his face and watched the spark from his eyes go dull, the raspy breaths came to a stop and so did his entire body. He was gone. It was all over.

The letter Fred gave wasn’t opened for a while after that evening in May. It laid on the top of your dresser for months, collecting dust, untouched and taunting you.

Your name written nicely on the top of it, next to the smears of his blood from his hands made it feel like every time you stared at it, you were staring into the burning sun. 

Around the time the leaves outside began to change color, falling from the trees, and a cold wind hit you every time you went outside. That’s when you made your decision to finally open it.

As you sat on your bed, holding the folded parchment in your hands, still absolutely not prepared in any way to open what's in your hands. Yet you unfolded it, a long neatly written letter in front of your eyes, the first word being your name. The first sentence eliciting a sad laugh out of you.

I hope you aren’t pissed at me for dying, I was trying my best not to today. Or that day, I don’t expect you to open this for a while. I know you well. I hope you’re doing well. And I just hope you don’t hold a grudge against me for that, or this letter.

I’m a proper asshole for telling you this now that I’m not here. I’m not sure if you have someone or are seeing someone currently, if you are this would make it worse.

Anyways, the whole reason I’m writing you this is because you were what I wanted for so long, for years. I know you didn’t have much interest in me in the first place. That’s why I never told you, I didn’t want to know what would happen if you had to reject me. I don’t know what I’d do if you did.

I tried my best to move on, I tried my best to shove those feelings away. I never could. I saw you go onto being with other people. I knew I had no chance. Every time I’ve sent you a letter, every time you showed up at the shop, I had to refrain from spilling this secret to you. My silly secret that I’ve kept locked since school.

Now that things turned out strange, and not as good as we hoped in some ways. I just needed you to know this. That I loved you. I love you.

I know I’ve sprung a lot on you. I do apologize. I didn’t want any of this to happen. I’m sorry for everything that happened. I’m hoping you weren’t there when I went. And if you did, I’m sorry again. But hey, at least I’ll be happy knowing one of my last moments was spent with you. Maybe I'll be more accepting of death because of that.

I went knowing I loved you. I went out happily. 

                             Forever Fred.

Your hands began to shake a bit without you even realizing, causing the paper to crumple under your fingers.

You could’ve had what you wanted for so long. That yearning to be with him could’ve ended so long ago if you had just bucked up the courage to tell him. If you didn’t assume he was the one with a disinterest in you.

Now, you’ll be searching for his warmth in everyone that isn’t him once again.

tell me what you thought! <3

ty 🐍 anon for the request i luv u

[lowkeyrobin]

hello!! i was just going through whatever fics i could find and stumbled across your acc

was wondering if you maybe write a simon kalivoda x reader where simon sneaks into the readers room at like 2 am and finds them doing ouija board stuff and being super paranoid

basically a fluff where simon is just like "theres nothing there... you gotta get a new hobby... and stop staying up this late playing with ghosts."

kinda new to requesting things so im nervous but yk ^_^'

thankss! <3/p

oooo okay I can totally do this!!! ; and don't worry, no reason to be nervous! <3 ; also so happy you stumbled upon my account, I felt a little simon kick coming back so this is good for me! ; thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!!

SIMON KALIVODA ; playing with ghosts

summary ; simon comes over at random and walks in on you and a ouija board

warnings ; language, ghosts / rituals, post trilogy stuff but he's still alive, mentions of weed and pills

word count ; 669

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Simon had left his home around two in the morning for a little walk, aka, he wanted to bother you. He couldn't sleep this Saturday night, as every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the trauma he'd endured that night. Kate, the killers, it made him shake in his dark room. He felt like he was being watched.

So, he was going to come find you, for comfort.

You were a hundred percent used to him tapping on your window, waiting to come in. But tonight, you weren't prepared for it.

After the witch stuff, you'd also been going insane in the membrane.

You'd convinced yourself that you were being haunted by ghosts, by unrested spirits that Sarah Fier had left behind. You tried going to Simon's stash of pills and weed, but it only made it worse.

You sit on your bedroom floor, a Ouija Board in front of you. Candles circle your area, posing a possible fire hazard. Your fingers lay carefully on the moveable piece, not finding any answers to your questions.

A tippity-tap comes from behind you, causing you to jump in fear. You scramble to grab a pocket knife from your dresser and turn to the window, blade out. Simon opens the window, as you usually left it unlocked, and climbs in, showing his hands the entire time.

"Hey, bud. Are you okay?" he asks, concerned for your mental well-being.

You stand still, hands shaking as you hold the blade towards him with both hands. You were holding it completely improperly, if needed to move to combat, you were in a losing position.

You take a moment to put your thoughts together, and lower the knife. Simon slowly steps forward, showing he isn't a threat to your unwell self. He softly takes the knife from your hand and sets it down on the nearest piece of furniture, making sure to keep his eyes on you.

He looks over your shoulder, seeing the circle of candles and Ouija Board, putting two and two together. His expression quickly softens, seeing you were clearly doing worse than him. The aftermath. Kate. Almost dying yourself. You were still covered in bandages, scars and scabs littered your limbs.

He wraps you in a warm, soft hug, his pink jacket pressing against your chest. His messy, blonde hair scratches your cheek and neck, his apologetic rambling catching you off guard.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner, Y/n/n"

You raise an eyebrow, leaning back so he'd stop hugging you. He sighs, stepping back.

"Look... I know this is a lot, and you've been rambling a lot when you're half-asleep about being haunted by ghosts, but you're okay. There's nothing here, there's nothing following you, okay?"

You nod silently, kind of embarrassed.

"We beat the shit out of those dead killing fucks, and Sarah Fier is at rest again! There's nothing to worry about, it's over. You need to stop staying up late and trying to play with ghosts"

You nod again, accepting his hug again.

"Sorry" you mumble.

He raises an eyebrow, pulling back to rest his hands on your shoulders. "What are you sorry for?"

You scoff, looking back at your mess. "This"

He sighs, pulling you close. "If you need to talk to someone about this, then you can. You don't have to live in fear or become a detective thinking it's all gonna come back and you have to prepare."

"I know" you grumble. "Why are you here, though?"

He nervously chuckles. "Couldn't sleep. I keep seeing Kate in my dreams..."

You quickly wrap your arms around him, trying to give him at least a fraction of the comfort he was showing you.

"You can stay as long as you want, Si" you mumble into his shoulder.

You bask in the silence, only the crackling of the candles behind you omitting any noise.

"Can we sign up for that therapy program we got recommended to by the sheriff's office?" he quietly asks.

"Definitely"

[friendly-reject]

~Precious indeed~ Imagine

He looked up from his food to you, smiling as he waved. Staring at his gorgeous eyes with a dreamy look on your face you waved back as he went back to eating, "You're amazing, even when you're not trying to be ya' are", You spoke out. Staring at you confused he tilted his head giggling "W-what??", grabbing a glass of water so he wouldn't choke. Shrugging your shoulders, gazing at him like there was nothing better on this planet to do. Leaning over the table, grabbing his face and kissing his forehead, he was even more confused but you were even more in love.

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[fun-k-board]

Hi, may I request a headcanons of The Brotherhood(Quicksilver, Blob and Toad) whose crush is gn reader? How would they act?

The Brotherhood (X-Men: Evolution) X gender neutral crush

Note(s) : Sorry it took so long, I was struggling to figure out how to write for them (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) I think I got it right though?

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

'Hey! Over here, nooo, not there, silly! Here!'

Oh he's so annoying (affectionate)

Pietro's main goal is to make you think about him wherever you are, that means bugging you constantly.

Assuming you're in the same school, he's constantly switching out your homework with blank pieces of paper, drawing messages in your books, speeding over to poke you in class knowing you can't do anything about it, etc.

It only gets worse if you're an X-Man.

During missions if you're against each other he's constantly going after you, it's gotten him in trouble with Mystique more times than he can count because he refuses to acknowledge the main purpose of the mission, instead, he only wants to annoy you.

Sometimes it's just pushing you over then zooming away, other times he constantly taunts you while running so fast you can't catch him or tell where he's going next, whatever it is, he makes sure it's enough of a bother that you start to get frustrated.

If you're in the brotherhood he can at least get missions done but you know he's bothering you the entire time, you basically end up doing all the work.

Is he flirty? Absolutely.

Expect his arm around your shoulders or waist while he talks on and on so fast you can't even catch what he's saying, but when he does slow down he's all 'You're the only one for me.' 'I love your shirt, is it new?' 'Your eyes are so beautiful, I could stare at them for hours.'

Lance and Todd are throwing up in the background.

Wanda wants to punch her brother into a separate dimension.

Fred's just chilling.

Think of him like Lance with Kitty but more focused on teasing you rather than being completely smitten, don't get him wrong, he loves you and he'd probably even make you a sandwich if you asked, but he'll be an asshole about it.

'Oh, come on, that's so much effort! Can't you just do it yourself?' but before you can answer he zooms off to do what you asked of him. 'here, I guess.' he huffs, a grin on his face as he hands you the item you requested.

Frederick J. Dukes / The Blob

'Do I have to stay with them..?'

Fred is under the assumption that it's impossible for you to like him back after what happened with Jean, of course he was pushy and unfair with her, but she also rejected him and all of the X-Men despise him. So, he doesn't exactly have many options when it comes to friendship, let alone dating, besides the Brotherhood.

Then comes you.

Whether you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, Morlock, perhaps just a fellow mutant, or a human, student at school, he'll truly never believe that he has a chance.

While before he was fairly obsessive and pushy with his crushes, with you he's silent and very awkward, even if you're nice to him he expects backlash if he ever confesses.

If you're a member of the brotherhood his awkwardness is slightly less explainable and far more noticeable, you're his teammate, you spend almost all day together, yet he can hardly look at you and loudly complains when he's paired with you or left alone with you. It probably makes you feel like he hates you.

He's very embarrassed if you confront him about it.

Awkward, he stumbles over his words and is breathing a little heavy as he does so, trying his best to explain that he doesn't hate you, he's just. Well. You see.

It's a similar situation if you attend his school, human or mutant, he's very sweet to you and tends to avoid messing with you. Fred usually quiets down when you get near, almost shutting down in a way. The others tease him for it all the time.

He'll most likely try to avoid you, maybe Lance, Pietro and Todd will push him to interact with you just to 'stop him from bugging them about it', they totally just want to help him out, and it ends with him always running away in embarrassment or assuming, if you're quiet or not that reactive, that you hate him.

If you're paired in a school project, Fred will absolutely just skip school, he doesn't care, he skips class regularly anyway, no Pietro, it's not to avoid you, he's just too cool for class.

If you're an X-Man, it's very different.

Fred is under the assumption you both share a mutual hate for each other, you're enemies after all! The tightness in his chest that he's feeling is totally just violent urges, that's it, that's all, it's not the want to hold your hand, hold you, tell jokes and make you laugh, no, no, that's not it at all!

He tends to target you to try and avoid his feelings quicker, he hates hurting you, but throwing you away from him, physically, makes sure he won't get distracted by you.

Fred ends up crying in his room when he goes home because he's afraid he hurt you.

Heck, even the other members of the brotherhood just want him to get with you already. Lance is especially eager because he won't be the only one being made fun of for dating an X-Man.

Eventually it does spill somehow and I'd imagine he would try to run away from you, maybe you catch up or explain to him later on, whichever one, he'll get very happy when you confirm you share feelings for him. He practically fixates on you so hard that you're the only thing he talks about.

Todd Tolansky / Toad

'Hey, how it's goin', beautiful?'

He proceeds to fall down on his face.

Todd is a bit of a creep, constantly following you around and showing off his nonexistent muscles, telling the most unfunny jokes and pulling pranks on people in an attempt to impress you.

He doesn't smell nice, he's been told this his entire life, that he's slimy, disgusting, every insulting name under the sun. As such, he decides to at least try and take a shower more often for you, to make you less likely to avoid him, of course!

Todd has a big grin on his face every time he talks to you, bouncing off his feet like he's just won the lottery. He's also very, very flirty, just not that good at flirting.

His pick up lines are very 'the immediate Google search results for pick up lines.' type of cheesy, very stereotypical and eye rolling.

If you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, human, mutant, etc, it doesn't matter much to him, he treats you the exact same. The only real difference is how much time he spends around you.

In the brotherhood he does try to avoid flirting in front of the guys to avoid embarrassment or teasing, but surprisingly he does ask for a lot of advice regularly. It usually never goes well, Lance and Pietro tend to just give very wrong or confusing tips and Fred doesn't really have any to give in the first place.

If you're an X-Man he tries to impress you by fighting your teammates, usually he loses, but sometimes he does win! He'll pose and ask if he's just the coolest guy or what. Todd doesn't like fighting you but he will, because unfortunately Mystique is absolutely terrifying and he doesn't want to face her wrath.

In school he likes to ask for your help, constantly bugging you about how he just desperately needs your assistance to study for this test coming up, which to be fair he does. But, if you agree to help him, he doesn't actually try. He just flirts with you the entire time.

His crush is obvious, incredibly so, even the most clueless of individuals would know he loves you because he says it directly every single day. He doesn't exactly need to 'confess' per say, all you really need to do is accept his flirting or flirt back, maybe ask him out yourself.

[itstopplingdomino]

confident | weasley twins x reader

A/N: i made a promise to write something after my test based on how i feel afterwards. so here we are...

pairing: fred weasley x reader (if you squint), george weasley x reader summary: Fred carries the essence of confidence like it weighs nothing; academic, friendship, quidditch and even love life - he is sure he's set for life. So when he finds out about your little crush on him and how it had been like that for years, he does absolutely nothing. And that teaches him a lesson that he'll remember for the rest of his life. tags: hurt/no comfort, idiots in love, no usage of y/n, gn!reader (usage of 'you' instead of specific pronouns), usage of pet/nicknames, mild cursing, false hope, leading on, jealousy, no war alternative universe ───────── "I don't understand," Lee states. He is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, the afternoon light shines briefly across his eyes as he tries to block it with a book. "If you like Daisy too then why.." Fred shrugs. "Well if Daisy maintains a secret crush on me for five years, then waiting for another two- you know until after graduation- won't hurt."

Lee looks at Angelina, hoping that she'll have a better explanation for this. Unfortunately she returned his confused look with her own.

"How are you sure Daisy won't give up? What if tomorrow your little admirer wakes up and decides to like someone else?" Angelina probes.

"Please, I have a plan." Fred says, with his usual air of mock-arrogance. "Trust me, it'll work."

Lee and Angeline exchanges a resign look. "Well, it's gonna be your lost anyway.." Lee says in which Angelina nods to.

Fred shrugs, again, then leaves to find you.

He knows where you are. Five years in Hogwarts together, causing ruckus in all forms with the promise of detention almost every time, he can understand you in ways you sometimes don't.

Which is why your crush on him is not a surprise to him at all. In fact it was almost hilarious that everyone else think of it as such a big deal. You two are attached to the hips most of the times; if he's not there to bring trouble, you'll find him - and it's been like this ever since you set foot in Hogwarts.

George, of course, joins in the fun. Though Fred notices that he's slowly been opting out over the years, preferring to prank with just the older twin. Fred considers this an act of jealousy yet he never brings it up as George's blatant avoidance never seems to bother you. He's seen his twin interacts with you alone just yesterday, the day before, and Merlin even before that. He thinks that George simply want a little separation as michievenous activities are always a two-person activity until you came.

That is exactly why, right now, Fred waits for you just outside Arithmancy classroom for a planned pranking session; target for the day is Filch.

Not too long after he arrived, students emerge from the classroom, all looking like the boredom has threatened their life. You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing beside your classmate who Fred sure he was introduced to before yet he can't remember her name. It didn't matter though, he's only here for you.

"My Daisy," Fred greets you with a playful smile on his face, bowing like a gentleman from the victorian era, lowering a pretend-tophat.

You rolled your eyes. "Please stop calling me by something I'm deathly allergic to. Even Lee and Angie started using it too."

"If you say so, Peanuts."

You playfully smack him across his back. He knows you're not deathly allergic to Peanuts, only mildly.

"Ready?" He asks, offering you his hand.

The brief shy look that passes your face did not escape him as you joins hands. "Ready!"

Fred smirks knowingly. With usual flirtatious remarks in his repertoire, physical touch is a newly added part in his friendship with you. He loves it when you look away nervously whenever your faces are a little too close, or when you jolts and become a stuttering mess every time he whispers right next to your ears, or moments like this - hand holding, plus short hugs and arm across your shoulder that's he's planning to include in the future.

With what he knows about your feelings, he revels in this reactions without ever needing to confess. - - -

You doubled over the grass just outside Hogwarts grounds, laughing at the wrath Fred and you invoke in Filch from the prank. This time you calculated for sure that the caretaker of Hogwarts will not find out who the pranksters are. A red herring steering towards obnoxious Slytherins is placed perfectly for him to think it's not the two of you.

"That was brilliant!" Fred shouted, he dips to lift you up and spins you around. "Bloody smart, you are!"

You cackles loudly, just enjoying his grip on your body. You're not thinking of anything inappropriate but Good Godric if you could just kiss that lips, you'll be content eternally.

He must've realise that you're staring at his lips as an unreadable expression crosses his face, he sets you down as his eyes flicks between your eyes and your lips.

It can't be.. can't it?

You think again.

I mean.. he's been sweet these days.. more so than usual.

If that's not a sign, then you don't know what is. So you fight your doubts and tiptoe to reach his lips. Your eyes closes as it nears his face yet what stops you is not the innocent peck you've been dreaming of, it is his hands on your shoulder.

Confusion evident on your face as you open your eyes and lower yourself. You search for answer in his face but all you could find is a torn look. The kind of look you've seen him give to other students who had asked him out. The kind of look that you desperately wish against yourself every single night.

And now you're at the receiving end of it.

A thick lump forms in your throat and all you say is, "Why..?"

Fred clears his throat as he looks away, clearly uncomfortable in this situation, his hand still on your shoulder now caressing in consolation.

You don't need consolation. You need explanation.

"Freddie, why?" Tone firmer than before as you shake off his hands.

"Well, its just.. I mean.." He took a deep breath before he continue. "Let's just have fun, you know. We only have two years left. Surely you don't want to spend the majority of it with- with this." He gestured between you and him.

If nature is a little quieter, you're sure the sound of your heartbreak can be heard.

"Is that what this- all this has been about..? You having fun?" You hissed, taking a few steps back which he closes just easily in a single move.

"I mean, you like me for five years, certainly you can wait a few more.."

The icing on the cake. He knew.

He knew and he still did that.

Play with your heart, push and pull it like a tug of war.

"You are the absolute worst."

Without sparing a single glance, you turn on your heels and apparated away. - - - The rest of the year passes in a blink of an eye.

To everyone else, it seems. Lee had been whining non-stop at Fred and George's decision to leave Hogwarts early. NEWTs is irrelevant to the path the Weasley twins has set for themselves, after all.

To Fred, the year drags on painfully slow as if he's aware of every single second that ticks by. He's just glad the day for them to leave is finally nearing.

After what happens between Fred and you, he notices that he almost never see you anymore. The one time he did was when you came looking for Angelina to pass her notes you had borrowed. You greeted him with your usual cheeriness but the smile didn't quite reach your eyes. He thought you'll warm back to him, forgive him, but how can you forgive when he can't even find you to apologise.

He realises that you know him better than he does himself. Otherwise how else can you avoid for so long.

At one point, he even asks Angelina if you had ever mention anything about your little crush on him anymore.

"Hm, no actually. I mean, it's pretty clear that Daisy's focusing on NEWTs, we all are anyway, so boys talk never really come up. It just adds to the stress."

Her answer disappointed him but he has an image to uphold so he act nonchalant about it.

"What? Are you finally going to pursue Daisy?" Angelina teased.

"Why are you asking? Afraid of the competition?" Fred in his usual manner put on a smirk, albeit a fake one. And the way Angelina rolled her eyes and smacked him meant that he successfully fooled her.

How he wished it was you who's rolling her eyes and smacking then, instead of her.

He made a fool out of you.

- - - Fred enters the apartment after a long negotiation with the accountant at the bank. He just couldn't figure out why the numbers are not adding up and the son of a bitch he hired is as unhelpful as a broken wand. Three years they've been doing business and this accountant is the first one to be so incompetent. Fred regretted making a rushed hiring decision as the last one had to resigned immediately from chronic health issues. A breach in one year contract would cost them quite a lot so he just puts up him. Two more months and he'll fire that bastard.

He searches for the bottle of wine in the cupboard, typically reserved for celebratory occasions and not punching the accountant in a very public space counts as a win, but the wine is not there. He looks at other cupboards too, but the bottle is still nowhere to be found.

George must've taken it.

No one else lives here, and unless the bottle of wine grew a pair of legs, it simply do not move from it's designated place.

The older twin drags his feet to his brother's room when George's door opens.

And there you are.

You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing hysterically at what George says as your hands wrapped delicately around his twin's arm.

He had seen this sight before. Often when you went out from your favourite classes like Arithmancy or Ancient Runes.

But never with George. Never to George.

He whispers your name in a hopeless attempt to make you direct that smile to him, but your light dims as soon as you heard him.

George and you stop, taken aback by Fred's early arrival. The younger twin isn't expecting his brother to return until an hour from now.

"I know you two know each other." George chuckles, which you smiled at. The sweet smile that once had been directed to Fred. "But I'd like to introduce Daisy again.."

His eyes practically sparkling at this point. "as my Fiance."

George didn't falter and your smitten look unwavering. There isn't a single mischief or malice in his demeanour, nor yours. This isn't some sick, twist prank the two of you are pulling. Fred had never told anyone about what happens between the two of you, but he had assume you had ignored George all the same. What, being identical twins and all. Just looking at George should've brought pain to you.

Apparently looking at George seems to make you smile even brighter.

"Uh.. S-since when..?" Fred force out a cough. "I mean, I didn't know you two kept in contact, let alone are seeing each other.."

"We didn't." You answer, though your eyes chose to look at his general direction and not his eyes. "We met around two years ago by coincidence."

"Merlin, a lucky guy I am." George chimes in. "It started with a simple catch up over tea. Then it became a monthly thing. Before we know it, we were meeting almost every other day for half a year."

How did he missed it. "Daisy here is still a tough one. Took me a year and half to convince her to date me. Another half year to convince marrying me!"

Seriously, how did he missed it? Fred remembers when George comes home late, snickering to himself, sometime last year. Then the next day he was so high spirited that he gave out discount to everyone the first opening hour. He was so high on cloud nine that whenever Fred tried to pry out details of joyous mood, George simply kept evading the question. Saying he doesn't want to jinx it. "Oh, while we're on the subject.. Will you be my bestman?"

Fred looks between you and his brother. Your eyes refusing to meet his. Hesitantly he replies, "Y-yeah! Of course Georgie! I'll be honoured!"

He hope his emotions didn't betray his tone. His younger twin is engaged, no foul play is coming from you as far as he could tell. Well, of course he could tell. However you're behaving with George right now was how you acted when you had a crush on Fred. He knew that love-adorn smile, that twinkle in your eyes, the pitched giggles in between. He knew that all too well, though you're definitely less shy and hesitant about it with George.

You lean against his brother wearing a specific form of confidence Fred had only seen once in you.

The same air of confidence that he had shattered when he pushed you away as you tried to kiss him. Fucking Fantastic. It is his lost.

[cosmic-glow]

hii can i ask a fluff/soft story with a bit of angst Fred weasley x reader, hii can i ask a fluff/soft story with a bit of angst Fred weasley x reader, using prompts 21 and 33?? like the reader comforting Fred Weasley about something

just cuties and hugs and fluff fluff and fluff please🍄🥺

Notes: It's a little angst at the beginning but I swear the end is really fluff, and fluff and fluff (I love writing fluffy stuff help), hope you like it, good reading!

Warnings: Fred x gn!reader; mention of anxiety; takes place 1 day before the Battle of Hogwarts; SFW

An icy wind skewered your legs even under the covers. You tried to hide from the cold current but it was no use. Irritated, you sat up in bed to discover the source of your discomfort and found the balcony open with Fred's back to you watching the night. Covering yourself with the first coat you found, you went to him.

- What are you doing? - your voice was still low, like your eyes, due to sleep.

- Can you feel it? - he didn't indicate anything, leaving a silence between you.

- ... It's 3:00 in the fucking morning, what should I be feeling besides sleep?

- That calm before the storm, something is about to happen.

You looked at him, his eyes were far away, lost on the horizon, he himself also seemed distant, drowned in his own thoughts, the fear of the imminent unknown on his face.

- You need to sleep, Fred. We've been dealing with too much stuff these past few days, you're overwhelmed.

- I'm scared, Y/n - suddenly tears started to fall - I'm scared of what could happen to us.

His hands tightened the railing of the balcony, shaking a little, he sobbed quietly through the tears that welled up in his eyes without being able to control.

- Hey, hey, Fred! I'm here with you, we're all here, together, and let's keep it up! - You hold his hands, which makes him look away to meet yours - If necessary, we'll fight together, regardless of what it is, we'll be together forever, like Romeo and Juliet.

He sniffed a little, managing to better control the tears, a weak smile appeared on his face.

- Like Romeo and Juliet? I don't like the idea of ​​us both dying - he laughed at your astonished face for not knowing what to say - I'm just kidding, you know I do that when I'm nervous.

In the end, you smiled too, as you always did at all of his jokes, even the bad ones. Still with a heavy heart, you hugged him.

- I love you, Fred. I want you to remember that when you feel this way. You are loved, by me, by your family and friends, and no "storm" is going to change that.

- I know, I'm just afraid of losing you because I love you so much, I love you all... - He hid his face in the crook of your neck.

- That won't happen, I promise to stay by your side until the end... And whatever happens, we'll get out of this together as we entered.

You felt him stop trembling now snuggled in your arms, the safest place he had in the midst of that chaos.

Prompts: ... It's 3:00 in the fucking morning /Like Romeo and Juliet? I don't like the idea of ​​us both dying.

Sorry for any typos;

Buy me a coffee?

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male, nonbinary, & gender-neutral readers x hp characters

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requests: open! (RULES)

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Do you hate it when you find a fic that says “x reader” only for it to have she/her pronouns, as if it’s some inherent rule that only fem people read fanfiction? WELL DO I HAVE A BLOG FOR YOU.

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am i reorganizing my masterlist for the 10,000th time? yep! i’ve finally written enough that i need to break this down into tinier masterlists!

key: 🚹 = male reader ⚧️ = nonbinary reader 🚻 = gender-neutral reader

☣️ = yandere tw 💥 = violence tw ‼️ = homophobia/transphobia tw 🩸 = blood/gore tw 🧨 = implied sexual content/sexual innuendos ❤️‍🔥 = smut tw

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mattheo riddle masterlist

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theodore nott masterlist

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polyamorous/non-monogamous masterlist

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“Splinched” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹🩸

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“Pansy’s Brother” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹 ☣️ 💥

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“lipstick” masterlist • enzo berkshire and draco malfoy 🚻 ☣️ ❤️‍🔥

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“watercolors” masterlist • tom riddle 🚹

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“The Doll” masterlist • enzo berkshire, regulus black, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, and blaise zabini 🚻 💥

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“phoenix tears” masterlist • riddle brothers 🚹 ‼️💥🩸

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draco malfoy:

the audacity, i can’t believe this 🚹

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enzo berkshire:

shut up 🚹☣️❤️‍🔥

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ron weasley:

love triangle 🚹

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neville longbottom:

mr. green thumb 🚻

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weasley twins:

common room confessions 🚹

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blaise zabini:

uniforms ⚧️

fiendfyre 🚹

yandere! blaise zabini headcanons 🚻

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narcissa malfoy:

yandere! mother! headcanons 🚻 ☣️💥

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riddle brothers:

June 🚻

crystal 🚻☣️💥 (referenced attempted S/A tw)

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pansy parkinson:

paralyzer 🚻

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viktor krum:

sibling rivalry 🚻

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slytherin boys hcs:

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected 🚻

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random non-reader stories:

key:

❌= implied/referenced child abuse tw 🛑= graphic child abuse tw

“where have you been?”

molly weasley discovers the extent of the dursleys’ abuse ❌

the weasley family and their cinematic adventures

just some funky lil headcanons

Harry Potter and the Amount of Abuse He Suffered at the Hands of His Guardians That Doesn’t Get Mentioned Nearly Enough (aka LET THE POOR BOY BE TRAUMATIZED)

writing prompt: “…jegulus taking in teenage harry after he runs away from the dursleys” 🛑 ❌

untitled tomarry thingy (i just love them okay)

writing prompt: “Touch starved Tom / Voldemort” 🛑 ❌

two thousand words of pure marauders-raise-harry fluff

writing prompt: “regulus black becoming the best seeker ever and harry being his biggest fan and then he finds out that his dad use to date him and he tries (and plots with sirius) to get them back together just so he can call the regulus black his stepdad”

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards (pt. 1/?)

synopsis: jily comes to the dursleys’ to get their son back 🛑 ❌

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[river13245]

Do you do multiple Fandom requests? Like more than one Fandom in one post? If not these can be separate or not done at all.

If you're interested, I would wanna see the orange peel theory with, Thor [marvel], Argyle [stranger things], Raj [big bang theory], and Fred [Scooby doo]. Or just general little quirks and cute things they do in relationships. I would like a headcanon format and the gender of the reader is up to you! <3

Orange Peel Theory

how would they act if you asked them to peel your orange for you.

Thor

he wouldn't even question why you were asking him.

he could be in the middle of a conversation and he would just grab the orange and peel it for you.

Knowing thor he would probably struggle to get it going at first because he doesn't want to break the orange in half.

But when he gets it going he does it so gently.

He would hand it back to you and when you place your hand on his arm and thank him. He would act as if it wasn't that big of a deal and say your welcome.

He would not know about the orange peel theory. Honestly just thinking you needed his help.

Argyle

Argyle would be in his living room on the couch. He would be smoking and getting high.

He would probably be talking to Jonathan when you enter and sitting next to him.

You would politely wait until he was finished with what he was saying before holding the orange in front of him.

he would be confused as to why your handing him an orange and take it anyways.

"thanks" he says in a questioning tone. You shake your head and tell him that you need his help peeling it.

He nods and he pushes his thumb into the middle of it and begins to peel it. He had slightly longer fingernails than you did so he did it quite easily.

Once he was finished he took one slice of an orange and ate it.

Then handed you the rest and when you gave him a look he laughs and shrugs. "hey im hungry too"

You ended up sharing the orange with him anyways.

Raj

you wouldn't even have to ask Raj to help you.

He would look at you and notice you struggling and would offer to help.

Doesn't matter if he was with his friends or not. He would offer to help.

If sheldon or someone asked why you needed help. He would stick up for you.

Sheldon would understand if you didn't like how sticky oranges were. Because he himself has problems with textures and things like that.

Raj would peel the orange then hand it back to you. Then throw away the peel.

He would even come back with a napkin for you.

Raj would know about the orange peel theory.

however he wouldn't say anything just wanting you to never really have to ask him for anything.

if he had it his way. he would do everything for you and with you.

for his help you would kiss his cheek and he would be very flustered

Fred

Fred would definitely be oblivious to you needing help.

he would be preoccupied with setting traps.

it would take you a few times of saying his name so you would have to go and tap on him.

he would be patient with you and when you ask him for help he would.

fred would struggle for a second before getting it.

Once it was peeled he would hand you the orange

then when you would place a kiss to his cheek he would blush.

he would go back to his trap and whatever he was working on.

But the whole day he would be in a happier mood.

he wouldn't miss the change to help you.

only if you asked though.

he wouldn't want to be over bearing and make you feel like you couldn't do anything.

so he would wait until you asked for help.

[vpzllx]

hihi !! 😝😝 I js read ur hiro Hamada hcs nd they were fye 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥, and I was wondering if you could maybe possibly maybe do a first kiss onshot w hiro ?? 😖😖 and if u do maybe can it maybe possibly be like in the rain or smth like that if u want to idk I’m sorry 😭😭

HIRO HAMADA

warnings ✩° : fluff , angst? (idk) , mentions of skibidi , honestly i rlly don’t know

pairing ✩° : Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader (bc there was no specified gender)

authors note ✩° : wow guys i actually didn’t disappear this time

It was 6:30PM, And you were currently in an arcade playing a first person zombie shooter game with hiro. You turn ur head to the right looking at Hiro, you crack a soft smile looking at him enjoying the game as you turn your head to the screen your character dies. “You suck!” Hiro says in a mocking tone laughing at you “Oh really, watch this?” You swipe your game card again reviving your character “That’s literally cheating!” “Is it really cheating though?” You say chuckling lightly and as soon as you know it Hiro’s character dies. A sad sigh escapes his mouth he turns his back to the game and leans on it crossing his arms in a way a child does when they get in trouble, “Are you really upset?” “No..” he laughs softly at you and turns his head in your direction, You can’t help but look at his tooth gap it’s caught your attention heavily. “well.. it’s already past 6, Should we head out before it gets late?” You say looking at Hiro to see what his answer is “Yeahh, I’ll just text my aunt Cass and tell her that i’m on my way”. You stick your hand out for Hiro to hold onto as he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers you can’t help but smile and blush, You and Hiro have held hands before many times and hugged also you’ve had sleepovers but never actually kissed yet. You wonder if it’ll ever happen, would you have to make the first move? or would it be him?

Walking home from the arcade it started to rain and as you two didn’t know what the weather was gonna be like later in the day you didn’t bring a umbrella so now you two are currently walking home in the rain drenched in rain water. “would you want my sweater?” Hiro asks in attempts to lighten up the situation “why would i need your sweater if it’s already wet and i’m already soaked?” “oh right.. didn’t think of that” you laugh “A for Effort? i guess” “yeah just forget i said anything, it was stupid” Hiro whispers pulling on the strings of his hood and turning his head downwards. You turn your head to the right and look at him “you know i was just kidding right? I didn’t really mean to say anything wrong” you look at him with worry in your eyes “i know, it’s just embarrassing”. You guys continue walking until you finally reach the bus stop, Standing underneath the bus stop shelter you look at him “You know Hiro.. when i say something’s to you if you don’t like it you could tell me. It doesn’t matter if i’m joking or not” you cup his hands in yours and look up at him “We’ve been going out for a while and i really care about you .. like a lot..” a soft pinkish tint appears on Hiro’s cheeks “.. yeah uhm i know, It’s just i can’t really like explain my feelings and stuff out loud so i just stay quiet” you place your right hand on his cheek “don’t stay quiet with me .. i want to know how your feeling all the time..” A smile slowly grows on your face, the pinkish tint that was on Hiro’s cheeks slowly grow into a being red one. You tuck your hair behind your ear and look away seeing what time the bus will come so you two aren’t standing out in the rain, “hey paypay..” you slightly turn your head in Hiro’s direction “yeah?” he walks up to you and slowly leans in and then backs out “i’m sorry, i don’t know what i was doing!” he panics and pleads for forgiveness, you can’t help but look at him and laugh “what are you saying sorry for? we’re you gonna kiss me?” there’s silence in the air for a few seconds.. “maybe..?” he says in the unsure tone. You walk up to him and lean in and give him a soft peck on the lips “well i did it first” Hiro’s face instantly turns red “oh come on that wasn’t even a real kiss, i mean i’d understand that reaction if i did this” you lean in once more and connect your lips with his softly kissing him and feeling his embrace, you then place your hands on his cheeks. After a few more seconds you two part away “that was uhm .. really good like really good” Hiro says scratching the back of his head “Yeah well you aren’t getting anymore than that” you say in a mocking tone “that’s so not skibidi” Hiro laughs at his own joke while you look at him dumbfounded trying to see what’s the appeal with this skibidi nonsense.. “Finally the bus is here now get on !”

[cyberstrm]

caught red handed

pairing: george weasley x gn!reader

cws: none! slight embarrassment,,?

a/n: this takes place during the hbp so george is 18 <3 reader is also 18/18+ <3

"george, we're so gonna get caught-" you chuckled as the redhead lead you enthusiastically into his shared bedroom.

"let them watch," he smirked, turning and swiftly kissing you roughly, one hand at your waist and the other in your hair. "i've...had...to wait....hours....to be alone....with....you..." he said hurriedly, between kisses.

you clung to him, his scratchy red jumper emitting the honeyed scent of old books and gunpowder. he was right, dinner with the wealsey's and co was always delightful, but it was difficult to snog your boyfriend in a room full of people. as soon as dinner had finished and you'd both helped clear up, he took your hand and quietly but quickly lead you upstairs and away from prying eyes.

"you're so cute." he smirked against your lips, making you smile against his.

"shut up and kiss me, weasley." you breathed.

"so needy," he droned, obliging. he kissed you again, pushing you to the wall, deepening the kiss.

"only needy for you," you replied during a gap in the kiss. he pecked your lips once more before pressing his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

"merlin, i love you," he breathed.

"i love you, george weasley," you replied, leaning in and kissing him hungrily.

suddenly, the bedroom door swung open and within seconds, mrs weasley's voice followed.

"georgie, i have your washing here- oh!!"

"merlin, mum! ever heard of knocking?!" george yelled, his cheeks going as red as his hair.

"h-hi, mrs weasley," you waved awkwardly, also feeling your cheeks warm.

"hello, dear. um...well, i'll just...leave you two to it..." leaving the washing basket, she backed out and closed the door, looking mortified.

as soon as the latch clicked, you and george melted into giggles. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and hugged you tight.

"told you we'd get caught." you mumbled. he kissed your neck, making you shiver.

"should we continue from where we left off...?" he muttered between kissing your neck. you turned in his arms to face him.

"definitely."