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allthesmutl0vers · 2 months ago

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Hi! I have a request if you accept.

George and the reader have been dating (sort of secretly) for a while now. The reader is someone who falls outside the typical, generic Slytherin image. She is kind and calm (well, mostly). Until some of her rude bully friends started messing with George, his family and this 'blood traitor' thing about the Weasley name. This is a definite turning point. The reader definitely proves to everyone that she is truly a Slytherin. She shows her scary and cruel side to those who deserve it. From now on, no one will mess with the ones she loves, she can do anything for the guy she loves. Possessive and protective. George's jaw drops... and after all this they may need to find some privacy.

Oo! I love this idea!!😃 Thank you so much for sending it to me 💗Let me see what I can do. Sorry this took me a day to get to, love.

MDNI, NSFW, 18+.

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Pairing: George Weasley x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,959

Summary: Nobody in Slytherin could ever imagine being caught dead with someone from another house, let alone from Gryffindor. Nobody but you, at least. You've always kept to yourself, especially when it comes to your relationship with a certain Weasley twin. Everyone, including even your friends, wonders how you ended up in Slytherin. When those same friends go too far with their deplorable insults, you decide to show them exactly why you were sorted into Slytherin.

TW: Bullying, Name calling, Violence, Smut (P! in V! -You're on birth control), Oral (F! Receiving), Praise, Possessive!George, Protective!George, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Breeding adjacent?- Not sure about this last tw, lmk in the comments if that's what it is.

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"I'm just saying, this school has gone to the dogs," Pansy huffs. "I mean, seriously, how could Dumbledore think having a werewolf as a professor is a good idea?"

"It was last year, Pansy. Get over it," I mutter as I try to focus on my book. She's nice enough, but I swear to Merlin, she can never just sit in silence. And when she can't think of anything to talk about, she somehow finds a way to talk shit about someone else.

"Didn't peg you for a half-breed sympathizer," pansy quips, leaning back on her hands as we sit in the courtyard.

I roll my eyes, cursing myself for saying anything at all. Because now I'm sucked into a conversation I never wanted to be a part of. "I could say the same thing to you. Isn't your family currently harboring Greyback?" I ask with a raised brow over my book.

"Hush up about that, will you?" Pansy asks as she looks around the courtyard in a panic. "Nobody is supposed to know."

I do my best to ignore her, trying to go back to my book. But when I see George Weasley come into the courtyard with his twins and a band of Gryffindors, and a mix of the other two houses, I can't pull my eyes away.

I watch as he pulls something out of his pocket. It lights up like a sparkler, and he begins to toss it back and forth with Fred while the others around them 'oo' and 'ahh.' Probably the Whiz-Bangs he was telling me about in our last little rendezvous in the room of requirement, a new invention that they've been working on. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, biting the corner of his lower lip as he catches it again.

I smile back, wishing more than anything that I could just go up and be with him publicly. George has mentioned wanting to go public with our relationship, but being a Slytherin princess makes it a little more than difficult.

Going back generations, all of my family has been sorted into Slytherin. And although my parents are a little more progressive than most Slytherin alumni, they've made it clear how they feel about me dating outside of my house.

"Ugh, look them over there. Tossing around that garbage," Pansy huffs, annoyed.

Before I can say anything, she's already up and walking over with Daphne Greengrass. Shit. I stand up, too, and walk behind them as we approach the small circle that has started to form around Fred and George. "Hey!" Pansy shouts, shoving her way through.

Fred and George look between me and Pansy with confused looks and a knot of nerves forms deep in my stomach. "What do you want, Parkinson?" Fred bites back.

"Surprised you managed to slither your way out of the dungeon," George adds with a smirk.

Pansy crosses her arms over her chest with a huff. "How dare you talk to me like that," she spits at them with a venom-laced tone. "I'm just shocked you managed to actually make something. Aren't you failing nearly everything? What's up? Weasley's can't afford a tutor?" She quips.

My fists clench at my sides. It's not fair to blame the children for parents not making more money. Especially when they're the kindest people in the world. I watch George's jaw tick with annoyance. "Better than sucking dick to get a good grade. Or were you on your knees in front of Snape for another reason?" George fires back.

I purse my lips to keep myself from smiling. Nobody is supposed to know that except for me, but the look on Pansy's face makes it well worth telling George about.

Pansy's face turns bright red as everyone around us gasps and starts whispering among themselves. "Shut up," she seethes with anger. She turns to me, and I see her nostrils flare. She knows I had to be the one who told him. "How fucking dare you?" She spits at me. "You promised not to tell anyone. And you tell that filthy fucking blood traitor?!" She practically screams.

Something inside of me snaps, and I look over at George, who is already drawing his wand. I shake my head softly before turning back to Pansy. "Actually, he just guessed. You just outed yourself," I quip, taking a step closer to her. "And don't fucking talk about him like that," I snap at her.

"You're defending him?!" She gasps, pointing to George. "You're a Slytherin, for Merlin's sake. Have some fucking class," she says with disgust. "Talking with blood traitors," she shakes her head. "What would your parents say?"

Everyone around us falls silent. I've never talked this much. Most of these people have probably never heard me talk at all. "You're one to talk about class, Parkinson," I step closer to her. "Your family is so fucking inbred it's a miracle you're even able to write your name."

Pansy begins to shake with anger as she draws her wand, and I draw mine, too, holding it at my side. "You disgust me. The fact you can call yourself a Slytherin with that filthy mud-blood of a mother is beyond me," she snaps. "And defending a blood traitor to top it off?" She scoffs with disgust.

I grip my wand tight. "Say blood traitor one more time, and I'll remind you just how much of a Slytherin I am."

Pansy clenches her jaw before she opens her mouth. "Blood-"

"Flipendo!" I flick my wand, throwing Pansy back five feet and making her land on her ass. Everyone laughs, including Fred and George.

Pansy stands up in a hurry, brushing off her skit as she aims her wand at me. "Locomotor Wibbly!" she flicks her wand at me, casting the jelly-legs jinx.

George steps in front of me, dodging the jinx with a wave of his wand. "That's enough!" He yells, making everyone fall silent again. Fred and George don't yell in anger, so it catches everyone, myself included by surprise.

"I got it, Georgie," I say without looking at him as I move to stand in front of him. "Levicorpus!" I jinx Pansy, holding her up in the air by her ankles with a dangle of my wand. She screams, frantically trying to cover herself with her skirt. "Had enough?" I ask her with a bite in my tone.

"Let me down!" She screams as everyone points and laughs at her granny panties. Don't try to jinx someone on laundry day.

"That doesn't sound like an apology," I taunt with a smirk as I turn, waving my wand and Pansy over the fountain, holding her a few inches above the water.

"I'm sorry!" Pansy screams as I feel George put a hand possessively on my waist.

"Don't apologize to me," I taunt, leaning into George's touch. Fuck what anyone says.

Pansy looks at George and Fred, who moves to stand at George's side. "I'm sorry!" She cries with tears falling as she hangs upside down over the fountain.

I smirk and pull my wand back, breaking the invisible rope that holds her upside down and she falls into the fountain with a splash. I walk over to the fountain, leaning over the side. "Don't ever let me hear you say shit about any of them again. Got it?" I spit at her as she drips with water.

Pansy nods without a word, sniffling back her tears. I let out a deep breath and turn to see the large crowd that gathered as I dueled with Pansy. "Show's over," I tell them all as I walk up to George.

"Damn, didn't know you had that in you," Fred jokes, running a hand through his red hair.

I huff a laugh. "You know what they say about the quiet ones," I smirk. "I couldn't let her stand there and talk shit about you guys or your family," I tell them both before turning to look up at George. "Let alone my boyfriend," I say softly, admitting what we are aloud for the first time.

George smiles wide and pulls me into his chest. "Finally ready to admit it, huh?" He chuckles, the vibration of it reverberating against my chest as I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Maybe," I shrug and smile looking up into his eyes.

George bites his lip and leans down to my ear, his breath sending pleasurable shivers down my spine as he speaks softly in my ear. "As much as I would love to show you off right now, I need you."

My thighs clench at his words as he pulls back to look into my eyes. "Room of requirement?" I tease.

"That or I take you right here, show everyone who you belong to. But better decide quick, angel."

I chuckle and roll my eyes. "Room of requirement it is."

George leads me through the castle with his hand wrapped tightly around mine, and for the first time, I don't mind giving people a glimpse into my personal life. All of the whispers about George Weasley being with a Slytherin girl roll right off of my back. They don't matter. All that matters right now is getting to where we're going and George blowing my back out.

The door to the room of requirement opens and we walk inside to see the usual lay it that it knows we need.

A bed along the wall, with the silkiest sheets I have ever felt in my life, a small bathroom to clean up in, and a table with a chair. Not really sex up for sex. It appears to be for a student who needs their own room for the night. But it's perfect for what we need it for.

George kisses me as he walks me backward to the bed. The back of my knees hit the bed, and he lifts me up by my thighs without missing a beat. George lays me back on the bed, my head landing on the pillow as he kneels between my thighs.

I moan as George kisses down my jaw, trailing kisses to the sweet spot behind my ear and down my neck, nipping and sucking the tender skin as the blood beneath his lips rushes through my veins.

George props himself up with one arm as his free hand slides up my thigh, gripping it tightly right at the apex. "I've waited so long to make you mine," he groans as my hands work to unbutton his pants between us.

"I was already yours," I breathe as I get his pants undone.

George's fingers slide my panties to the side as he runs his fingers through my folds, landing on my clit and eliciting a moan to leave my lips. "But now everyone knows you belong to me," he moans softly as I pull his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock and pump it in my hand.

"My parents are going to lose their fucking minds," I moan when he inserts two fingers inside of me as his thumb works my clit.

George smirks and leans down to press a kiss to my lips. "Then you can stay with me and mine," he says like a promise. "Let them lose it, I'll be your shield."

I flip us over so I'm straddling his hips, grinding myself down on him. "Careful, Georgie. Or else I might start to think you're in love with me," I tease as I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside.

George sits up, his chest flush with mine as I straddle him. He reaches around me, kissing my chest as he removes my bra. "Would that be such a bad thing, angel?" George teases as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and starts to suck, nipping the sensitive peak with his teeth.

My head falls back as my fingers run through his hair, pulling him back, and he releases my nipple with a 'pop.' "Only if you don't mean it," I moan softly.

George groans with pleasure. He removes the rest of our clothes with a flick of his wand and impales me on his hard, waiting cock, making me gasp loudly. "Does it feel like I mean it?" He growls, his hand wrapping around to the back of my hair and pulling my head back.

I lift myself up and thrust back down on him, taking him deep inside of me. "Fuck, yes," I moan.

George grips my hip with a bruising force as he works me on top of him. "Then say it. Say you love me," he demands in a husky voice.

"I love you," I moan as he releases his grip on my hair just enough for me to meet his gaze. "Fuck, I love you, George."

George moans as his hand moves from my hair to the back of my neck, pulling me down with him as he lays back and thrusts his hips into mine. "God, I love you, too," he moans. "Such a good girl for me," he groans as his free hand lands on my ass with a hard smack.

I gasp and moan as the sting slowly melts into pleasure, and he does it again. "Yes, George," I pant as he thrusts up into me with a brutal pace.

George flips us, removing his cock from me and diving between my thighs. He throws my legs over his shoulders, and he holds my hips down, and his tongue lands on my clit. "Fuck!" I cry out as my hands grip his hair. "George!"

George uses his fingers to hold my folds apart, opening me up more for him, lapping at my clit with his whole tongue, and shaking his head, threatening to send me right over the edge. My legs clamp around his face, and he moans right onto my clit, adding vibration to top everything else off. The overstimulation is too much, and my fingers tug at his hair, desperate to be free and also not wanting him to stop what he's doing.

"G-G-George!" I cry out with a whimper as my legs start to shake around his head. "Please!"

George grips my thighs from underneath and pushes them up to my chest. "Don't interrupt my meal," he warns me with a dark gaze. "Now keep those fucking legs up."

I hold the metal bedframe above my head with a white-knuckled grip, and George keeps my legs pushed up to my chest. "You wanna cum, angel?" George teases me as he flicks my clit with an annoying soft touch with his tongue.

"Yes, George, please," I beg helplessly as my back arches.

"Then do it. Cum on my face like the good girl you are for me," he taunts before his tongue laps at my clit again. His words and his tongue send me over the edge. My toes curl, and my back and neck arch so far I'm scared they'll break, but I can't bring myself to care if they do.

After George rides me through my orgasm, he leans over me, lines himself up with my entrance, and thrusts into me harshly. "Fuck!" I moan loudly as he leans down to nip at my neck.

"You look so beautiful with my cock buried inside of you," he moans as he holds my thighs. "Think you can cum for me again, angel?"

I shake my head. "I- I can't," I moan pathetically, already feeling another one build. I grips his wrists as his hands hold my thighs up to my chest.

"Mm, I think you can," he teases. He knows I can. He does this every time. It's a game to us, I tell him I can't cum again, and he drags another one out of me. He punctuates with another hard thrust, and I swear I can feel him in my guts with the angle he's fucking me. "Hands on the bedframe," he demands.

I reach above my head, gripping the metal bedframe again. "Such a good girl for me," George moans as he pulls my legs up to rest on his shoulders and leans down, forcing me to take him deeper. "Want me to fill you up, angel?" He teases.

"Yes, fuck, yes!" I moan loudly as he fucks me hard.

"Beg for it," George says sternly, slowing his thrusts to a teasing pace.

I whimper underneath him, keeping my hands above my head. "Please, Georgie. Please fill me with your cum," I beg pathetically, the way he can make me.

"Fuck, I love hearing you beg," George moans as his thrusts quicken again, slamming into me harder.

The tether inside of me begins to fray, ready to snap once again. "George, I'm gonna cum again," I pant with a moan as my eyes roll back.

One of George's hands grips the back of my neck. "Me too, angel. Eyes up, baby," he demands as his thrusts begin to stagger.

My hands leave the bedframe, gripping his arms as he thrusts into me again, and our orgasms hit at the same time. The room a symphony of moans, pants, and a mix of each other's names. Once we ride out our highs, George lays down next to me on the bed, letting out a heavy breath as he pulls me to his side, my head resting on his shoulder. Fuck the last class of the day, and fuck whatever consequences that come from us not being careful as we snuck in here together.

And a big 'fuck you' to my parents if they have anything negative to say when they hear about my relationship. They can get fucked, because I know I will be.

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isaacarellanesismyhusband · 3 months ago

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pair: Fred Weasley x reader requested by anonymous

could you do a Fred x reader? where the reader is Sirius daughter. And it shows not just in her looks, but how she acts? She’s very rebellious and is her own person. But is so much like her dad. They have very similar style in music and clothes. And she’s very close to him. And Fred never met her until the order of the phoenix. She had been ‘homeschooled’ and was ahead of many others that were at hogworts and she had went to muggle school and was very popular. She was going to hogworts that year and had caught Fred’s eye that summer the moment he walked in the door to grimuald place. They became great friends almost immediately. She would say anything and everything that came to mind. One time asking, “what if we made out like right now?” With a complete straight face and Fred was caught off guard. But that’s what he liked about her. She was herself no matter how much it killed others especially molly, who couldn’t stand Sirius and definitely couldn’t stand her. But Fred loved her anyway. and she knew the whole time Fred liked her but she acted dumb. So when he finally told her she was like, “I know” and went on to tell him every time he showed that he liked her and stuff. But she did feel the same and Sirius giving Fred a very hard time about it at Christmas

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The familiar sound of Grimmauld Place’s heavy front door creaking open filled the silent house. Fred Weasley stepped inside, taking in the dusty, dimly lit interior. He’d been to the Black family home plenty of times that summer, but there was something different today. His eyes scanned the room, and then he saw her.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at her lips, was someone who was unmistakably Sirius Black’s daughter. The resemblance was uncanny — the same rebellious glint in her eyes, the same unruly dark hair. Her clothes were a perfect match for her father’s eccentric style: a ripped band tee under a leather jacket, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. Everything about her screamed trouble in the most alluring way possible.

Fred’s breath hitched. He hadn’t met her until now. She’d been ‘homeschooled,’ as Sirius had put it, which meant she was well ahead of most witches and wizards her age. She'd spent her teenage years in both worlds, excelling in magic while becoming a popular face at her muggle school. He’d heard rumors about her — that she was bright, sharp-tongued, and a force to be reckoned with — but seeing her now, he was captivated.

“Oi,” she said, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You gonna stand there all day or are you gonna help me with this?”

Fred blinked, realizing she was holding a box that looked heavy enough to contain half of the Black family’s cursed heirlooms. He quickly moved forward, taking the other end.

“I’m Y/N,” she introduced herself with a wicked grin. “You must be the fun Weasley twin.”

“I’m Fred,” he said, managing a grin back. “The one and only.”

From that moment, Fred and Y/N became inseparable. She was the kind of person who spoke whatever came to her mind, no matter how off-the-wall or inappropriate. It was something that Fred found thrilling. It was clear she wasn’t trying to impress anyone — she was just herself. Completely unapologetic.

One evening, the two were sitting in the living room of Grimmauld Place, the fire crackling softly as they talked about everything from Quidditch to muggle bands they both liked.

“You know,” Y/N said, a playful glint in her eyes, “what if we made out right now?”

Fred choked on the pumpkin juice he had been drinking, his eyes widening as he looked at her. Her face was completely serious.

“W-what?” Fred stammered, caught off guard by her boldness.

Y/N shrugged casually. “Just a thought. You looked like you were thinking about it anyway.”

Fred laughed, his heart racing. That was just her. She could drop bombs like that with the straightest face, leaving him scrambling to keep up. But that’s what he liked about her. She didn’t care what anyone thought, not even Molly Weasley, who clearly had a hard time handling the daughter of Sirius Black.

Fred couldn’t help but notice the way Molly’s lips tightened every time Y/N walked into a room, her rebellious nature clearly rubbing the older witch the wrong way. It was as if Y/N's very existence was a challenge to everything Molly believed in — and Fred found himself loving her for it all the more.

It was Christmas Eve when everything changed.

Grimmauld Place was filled with warmth for once, thanks to the holidays. The smell of Molly’s cooking wafted through the air, and the Order had gathered for a brief respite from the war. Fred had been sneaking glances at Y/N all evening. She had donned a jacket with patches of various bands and had opted to wear muggle boots with chains.

As the night wound down, Fred finally gathered the courage to pull her aside, the soft glow of fairy lights illuminating the hallway where they stood.

“I… I like you,” Fred confessed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’ve liked you since the moment I walked through that door and saw you standing there.”

Y/N blinked up at him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she broke into a mischievous smile.

“I know.”

Fred raised his eyebrows. “Wait, what?”

Y/N laughed, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “I knew. From the way you looked at me that first day, the way you’d always offer to help me with stuff, the way you’d try to act all cool whenever I said something insane.”

Fred’s face flushed. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“I wanted to see how long it would take you to actually say it,” she teased. “But for the record, I like you too, you know. Even if you’re a bit slow on the uptake.”

Fred let out a relieved laugh, stepping closer. “Well, good. I was starting to think maybe I’d imagined all those looks.”

Y/N smirked, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a quick, teasing kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Nope. You were right on the money.”

Christmas morning was… interesting.

Fred and Y/N had shared a few stolen kisses the night before, and when Sirius caught wind of it, he wasted no time in giving Fred a hard time.

“So, Weasley,” Sirius drawled over breakfast, a mischievous grin on his face. “I hear you’ve taken a liking to my daughter.”

Fred flushed red, glancing over at Y/N, who was stifling a laugh behind her cup of tea.

“She’s… er… well, yeah, I suppose,” Fred stammered, scratching the back of his neck.

Sirius leaned back in his chair, his grin widening. “I’ll give you one thing, Fred. You’ve got guts. But let me just remind you — break her heart, and you’ll have to deal with me.”

Fred paled slightly, but Sirius’s laughter told him he wasn’t entirely serious. Still, the warning was clear.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Dad, stop scaring him. It’s fine.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m not scaring him. Just giving him a little fatherly advice.”

Fred chuckled nervously, but as he glanced over at Y/N, who was smiling at him with that same rebellious spark in her eyes, he knew it was worth every bit of Sirius’s teasing.

After all, he had fallen for her — Sirius’s daughter, with her sharp wit, bold spirit, and the heart of a true rebel. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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bellwood-qudditch · 2 months ago

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Next Gen jobs

Teddy: Goblin liaison turned Stay at home dad

Victorie: Healer, turned Hogwarts school counsellor after 25 years at St. Mungo’s

Dominique: Record and archives keeper at the French ministry of magic + former bartender + former band member

Louis: St. Gringott’s desk job and then wizarding world equivalent engineer

Molly ii: Journalist for the ‘New York Ghost’ (American version of the daily prophet)

Lucy: Ministry secretary, specialising in PR.

Fred ii: Worker for his father’s business and eventual owner.

Roxanne: apprentice for Madam Malkin’s robes turned huge fashion designer

Rose: Professional quidditch player

Hugo: Paralegal turned Lawyer within the ministry of magic

James Sirius: Professional quidditch player

Albus: Worked in an apothecary in Diagon Alley, then became a potioneer for St. Mungo’s. And eventually became the Hogwarts potions teacher.

Lily Luna: Entrepreneur for her own skincare line within the wizarding world and eventually the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts.

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harrisonarchive · 9 months ago

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Footage as featured in the special edition of Living In The Material World and the George Harrison Guitar Collection app — George playing Fred Astaire’s “Shine On Your Shoes” on the ukulele.

“The main thing was he was always around the house, playing his ukulele and smiling. I’d come home from school and he’d be standing in the doorway playing his uke.” - Dhani Harrison, Los Angeles Times, November 2002 “If I began to sing a song — any song — he would accompany and encourage me. If I played three chords on the uke (compulsory instrument in our home), he would be my band.” - Olivia Harrison, Harrison (2002) “[George] had a lot of patience and he had time for people. If somebody truly wanted to know something, whether it was a guitar chord or something from the Vedas or how you prune a tree, if you were really curious, he had an endless amount of time. He actually sat with my mother and showed her how to play one chord on a ukulele so she could play along with him. He wanted everybody to have fun and join in. He was a Pisces; I think he liked the whole school going along with him.” - Olivia Harrison, Filter, Fall 2011 (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #Dhani Harrison #Olivia Harrison #George and Dhani #George and Olivia #Harrison ukulele #fits queue like a glove

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salmonight · 16 days ago

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Fred Weasley x Hermione Granger x George Weasley Fic recs

(Mainly Fremione tho)

Fred & Hermione & George

Escapism: Hermione parents die when she is little and she gets placed with her abusive uncle. One day she runs off to find her own adventure and meets the twins in the woods. They instantly become besties. Adorable thing.

fun will be made if it is fun that is craved: Ex prankster Hermione plans a prank to deal with umibitch at the same time as a gift for the twins for the valentine's secret gift exchange

Fred/Hermione/George

Banned Books: Harry and Ron get mione banned from the library for two weeks and she is pissed. The twins cant miss out on the fun of helping her spirit a bunch of books away from the library and getting revenge on those two

Fred/Hermione

All One World: I rly adore the characterizations in this fic. Enterily Fred pov. He got insecurities about everyone thinking him stupid and that he can only ever be a comic relife. He also hates how they always talk as if he and George are one person, not different people no matter how similiar. Hermione wears his rule abiding rigid front as a defensive mask. She got more then one and theyre so perfect even Fred in the know sometimes forgets thats what theyre are. She is also sarcastic and witty and very caring and observant. She never fails to identify him right or know the right thing to put him at ease and he does the same for her pulling her out of her flunks.

Band Tees (You're Fucked.): Very bittersweet it literally made me fucking cry by the end. Fred had loved Hermione since the yule ball and he is the only one who knows about her love of grunge punk. They both share their love of punk music. It's just theirs.

Methods: Fred starts a playful flirty banter that Hermione decides to indulge him with joining in. Thats the first time she startles him. She is deadpan and sarcastic and all for teasing him and startling him. They keep up a fluid flirty banter no heed for the audience

A Charming Fairy Godprince: After Ron's mess up before the Yule ball Fred & George takes it into their own hands to cheer Hermione up and be her magical godfathers like Cinderella's. They rewamp her dress and enlist Ginny for her hair. Of course it cant go without over the top very obvious flirting (on Fred's part) and various compliments.

By the Common Room Fire: Fred is sick but still with the usual drama and flair lays across Hermione's lap and demans head scratches like a cat.

Destiny and Chicken: Hermione is sick so Fred brings her soup, tea and potions.

Exploding Potions and Accidental Revelations: Amortia explodes over Hermione in potions class so she smells like what everyone is attracted to. Fred commits social suicide by announcing she smelled the same as usual before knowing what is going on.

Favourite Weasley: The twins invite Hermione out to the Quidditch match. Who's her favorite Weasley? Wrong answers only.

It Looks Better On Me: The twins accidentally soak Hermione and it’s laundry day so Fred throws his jumper at her to wear. Then Fred is sick so he ain’t playing but out to watch the match so Hermione pulls her hat over his head. Later when he is better he flaunt it around so Hermione decides to steal another of his stuff in retaliation. It sparks an all out war.

While You Were Gone: Ron and Harry leave cuz they need a break after the war leaving mione behind which brakes her and the twins take it into their own hands. They basically adopt her as their third. Its rly fluffy and wholesome, warm and fricking hilarious . It also gonna make u wanna murder Ron and Harry :)

A Small Change: Fred got such a good grades in OWLs they thought he cheated but he didn', he is panicked about doing so well and wanna actually try in school so he writes to Hermione and she helps him. They become rly good friends from then and start to exchange letters and meet up a few times. Theyre rly wholesome and his anxiety about school and his family's reaction is just so real

don't you know you've got the best of me?: Hermione meets the twins and their friend group on the train and they meet again at the sorting. She ends up talking with the twins a few more times and they end up adopting her into their friend group. She aint rly that close with Harry and Ron and she befriended them much later. Most of her friends are all of the twins' year. She is the closest with Fred and theyre best friends, he is also very protective and possessive of her.

Whole New Meaning to "Mooning" Over Someone: When you throw something during the full moon your soulmate 'catches' i. Aka a frustrated Hermione throws her book during the full moon which consequently smashes into a poor sleeping Fred's face.

i wanted to see you again, so please be gentle: Soulmates and modern au with under caffeinated disaster Hermione bulldozing over the interaction not even realizing she met her soulmate. Absolutely hilarious first liner.

Straight Into My Arms: Every year since he was five fred asked for his soulmate from santa till one day they literally fell out of the sky and landed in their arms

George/Hermione

Fancy a night in?: Post-war. George finds any excuse to go over to Hermione's and make her smile.

To be updated...

#hermione granger #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter fic recs #harry potter fanfic rec #George weasley x hermione granger #fred x hermione #george x hermione #Fred x hermione x george #Fred weasley x hermione granger #fremione #gemione #continously updating #will update

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dylweedwastaken · 3 months ago

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How I would write a teen/adult Scooby Doo series

The Setting:

All over the USA. They are driving from town to town hunting/investigating monsters, ghosts, and cryptids. This is a world where the supernatural is real, but not super common.

The Gang is well-respected almost everywhere except for their hometown of Coolseville, Massachusetts.

The Characters:

The gang are all in their early 20's. They all genuinely love and trust each other. There is very little drama, but when there is, they figure it out because they are all better together.

Fred Jones:

• Large, tough, man

• Total sweetheart

• Mechanically brilliant (he can build a trap out of nothing and fix the van in hours)

• Himbo and sees the best in people to a fault

• Has willingly taken hits for the other members of the gang

Daphne Blake:

• Comes from old money and has a shakey relationship with her parents and sister's

• Emotionally/socially intelligent

• If there is anyone who would willingly get involved in a fight, it's her

• While she may not have Blake money, she has Blake resources

• Sometimes has to be reminded that not everyone is rich

Velma Dinkly:

• Enthusiastically curious about the supernatural

• Sometimes forgets to sugarcoat things to people who have been hurt by the monster

• Has alexithymia (I hope that's how that's worded) so while she may not always be able to empathize with people, she genuinley wants to and tries

• Sometimes so engrossed in her investigation she ends up in danger

• More booksmart than street smart

• In a long-distance relationship with Marcy Fleech

• Has actually supportive parents

Shaggy Rogers:

• The resident skeptic (mostly as a coping mechanism)

• The only one who can cook well

• Has a seemingly random set of knowledge and skill

• The youngest of the group

• The funny one

Scooby Doo:

• Giant dog (Great Dane's are fucking huge)

• So much love in his heart and cotton candy in his brain

• The Doos are a cryptid canine species

• Has a large family

• Generally friendly, but can bite and be protective when needed

Inter-gang dynamics:

Fred x Daphne: In a happy, healthy, long-term, relationship. Pincushion couple.

Fred x Velma: They are the most invested in the investigation and will often work on traps and plans together.

Fred x Shaggy: Fred boosts Shaggy's confidence and Shaggy teaches Fred new skills

Fred x Scooby: Great Dane/Golden Retriever solidarity

Daphne x Velma: Very similar dynamic to Fred x Shaggy with the addition that Velma often keeps Daphne grounded.

Daphne x Shaggy: Both have similar backgrounds and weirdly relate. They have rich parents who don't approve of their life decisions.

Daphne x Scooby: They are just very sweet to each other and she will often go to thrift stores to get his costumes.

Velma x Shaggy: They dated briefly in high school, and broke up on really good terms because she doesn't like guys. They occasionally bake together.

Velma x Scooby: Whenever she gets stressed or overwhelmed Scooby comforts her. She puts a lot of effort into making sure his needs are met. She often googles whether or not he can eat something.

Shaggyx Scooby: Scooby is Shaggy's best friend and psychiatric service dog for his anxiety. Shaggy is Scooby's best friend.

Other Characters:

Scrappy: Scooby's nephew who genuinely loves and looks up to him and think's he's fearless.

The Hex Girls: A goth band local to Coolsville. Mystery Inc. Were some of their first and only supporters. They have since made it big and still keep in contact with Mustery Inc.

Marcy Fleach: Velma's girlfriend of 3 years. Basically, it's just Marcy from "Mystery Incorporated".

This has been largely inspired by this post https://www.tumblr.com/inkoutsidethelines/706626597058396160/thinking-about-how-i-would-write-an-adult?source=share

and the JelloApocalypse video about Fred

Any other suggestions?

#scooby doo #mystery incorporated #fred jones #daphne blake #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #hex girls #scrappy doo #scooby gang

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chipofsteel · 2 months ago

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Grojband headcanons part 2 (yay)

After the events of "six strings of evil" Corey's left eye still has the star mark but you can't really notice it due to his hat. Also he has a mark of the star on his left hand so he wears gloves to cover it up.

Carrie made Larry get his ears pierced because everyone in the Newmans has piercings expect him. Laney did Larry's piercing in the school bathroom for 5 dollars.

Laney had an ear piercing business in high school.

Laney is Vegetarian

Corey has really bad posture but whenever he's with Laney it improves and he immediately stands up straight.

The newmans have their own Groupies called Alex and Ken (Allie and Kate's gender-opposite doppelganger)

Kim and Larry hate each other (they're each other's biggest opp besides kin and laney)

Kin was a fred figglehorn fan.

Laney's bass is her brother's old bass(omg lucas, mention I love my son)

The only word Corey knows in Spanish "puto" which has a lot of different meanings so not even he knows what he's saying.

Kon has a YouTube poop account where he still posts to this today. His most popular video is a YouTube poop about the super Mario super show he made in middle school.

Laney draws in a scene artstyle, and her sketchbook is full of doodles of her and the band going on fun adventures

Even tho Corey is a cis guy he has had his "I'm just a girl" moments like buzzing his hair during a breakdown and giving himself a lip piercing in the same breakdown

Corey hides little dinosaurs around the garage.

#grojband #corey riffin #laney penn #kon kujira #kin kujira #carrie beff #larry nepp #konnie kagami #kim kagami #headcanon

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i-am-church-the-cat · 1 year ago

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Bottle Blonde

“Who do you think is the most attractive teammate you’ve ever had?”

“What kind of question is that?” Logan laughs and grabs the card from Alex to make sure he’s not bullshitting him. He turns to the social media admins behind the camera, holding up the card as evidence for their crimes.

“It’s alright, Loges, we all know the answer is me,” Alex whips his hair like he’s a pubescent member of a boy band. Logan smacks his arm with another chuckle.

“Yeah, well, besides you it’s gotta be Liam.”

“Lawson?” Alex nods, considering the answer. “Yeah, we were teammates for a bit, too. He’s cute.”

“It’s the hair,” Logan argues, gesturing to his own head. “So silky, and he pulls off the bottle blonde look so well.”

“I pulled off the bleached look.”

Alex gasps at Logan’s so-so gesture and their interview quickly dissolves into Alex trying to mess up Logan’s own hair as an act of retribution.

—

“Liam?!”

Oscar’s voice hits a register Logan hasn’t heard since middle school and he quickly tries to duck back into his hotel bathroom. He’s caught around the waist and wrestled down onto the bed.

“You think Liam is prettier than me, huh?” Oscar asks while Logan’s still slightly damp skin allows him to wiggle out of the younger boy’s hold. “Should I pop by the alchemist and get a bottle of bleach dye?”

“Oh shut up, mate.” Logan is grinning as he rolls on top of Oscar. He meets whatever snarky comment is about to come out of the Aussie’s mouth with an open-mouthed kiss. It only deters him for a minute.

“Do I at least beat Fred?” He mumbles from between their lips. “‘Cause it’s a little embarrassing for my boyfriend to like his teammates better than me, mate.”

“I don’t like anyone better than you,” Logan sighs, smiling as he twists Oscar’s soft brown hair - which he is more than happy with by the way. Oscar is obviously joking around but Logan doesn’t want there to be any doubt that he thinks he’s the handsomest man in the world. He leans down and presses a kiss to his hairline.

“Despite appearances, they did actually get our approval for that question before putting it in the video. I said Liam cause I knew he’d be the most cool with it and nothing will happen from a spotlight being put on my relationship with him.” Logan tugs on Oscar’s hair again and meets his eyes. “Unlike my relationship with another past teammate.”

“I should still be your favorite, though.”

“The handsomest, the smartest, the most talented,” Logan lists. “My favorite teammate I’ve ever had.”

Oscar grins up at him and Logan takes that as permission to continue re-exploring Oscar’s mouth. When Oscar turns them both over, Logan assumes they’re going in a much messier direction. Instead, he finds himself meeting empty air as Oscar moves off the bed.

“Alright, that’s all I wanted,” he says, making his way back towards the door. Logan stars dumbly after him before propping himself back up on his hand.

“Wait what?”

“I have my own media stuff to do, unfortunately,” Oscar explains, opening the hotel door. He peeks out to make sure no one’s coming before turning back to Logan with a smirk.

“I’m letting Lando bleach my hair.”

#loscar #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #alex albon #liam lawson #drabble #my writing #f1 rpf #this popped into my head

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tf2-bhs · 3 months ago

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fun facts about the most important characters for the AU

Scout: Every teacher knows him as _____'s little brother. No exceptions. Is always treated with suspicion whenever they discover his surname.

Soldier: He and Demo always try and summon a ghost whenever they have a sleepover. He's trying to convince Merasmus to come along for one of them, as he believes with his super cool wizard powers they'll finally make contact with the undead.

Pyro: They write almost everything in a glitter gel pen

Demo: He gardens extremely well, and reads poetry. (He’s especially fond of Robert Burns’ work, and has a tendency to burst into recitals whenever he’s drank a little too much)

Engie: Has not been seen since 25/7/XX

Heavy: His bedroom used to belong to a young girl, so he's got model weapons next to a mural of My Little Pony characters. He can name all of them.

Medic: He has somehow tamed all of the seagulls at school. He is the seagull man.

Spy: Doxxes people online for fun, or to get back at them for arguing with him online (keyboard warrior), and he once doxxed Sniper without knowing.

Sniper: He streams on 'Itch'. He’s weirdly popular, but he doesn’t show his face or have a microphone. It’s just five hours straight of someone getting perfect headshots (Until he's backstabbed by a certain someone.) He also looks almost identical to the Assassin in BB2, who he mains. The only difference is that the Assassin has much longer hair

Miss Pauling: Colour-codes her notes and organises them extensively instead of revising her subjects.

Administrator: Shows up every 4 years at Christmas time and gives lavish and not at all personalised gifts to her grand nieces and nephews, before vanishing into the night.

Saxton Hale: Used to be the PE teacher while his dad worked as headteacher. He was GODLY to have on your team.

Bidwell: He paints in his free time, and posts his art online

Charles Darling: Head of the posh boarding school at the area. There’s been an intense rivalry between the Darlings and the Hales for quite some time.

Zhanna: Has a massive collection of plushies

Grey Mann: like 95, and has an 18-year-old daughter somehow. And is also still working???

Olivia Mann: Homeschooled for most of her life, but went to Darling Boarding School as a semi boarder for year 11.

Merasmus: Rarely wears eyeliner but always manages to get the perfect wing whenever they apply it.

Scout's mother: She gets almost everything from Facebook marketplace, charity shops, and Vinted. Furniture, clothes, appliances, everything. Also a massive temu victim.

Chevy (C!Heavy): Ooh he's mysterious - mickey

Beatrice (C!Pyro): Her old school ws set on fire. Despite almost everyone knowing that it was Beatrice, it could never be triased back to her.

Greg (C!Demo) and Greg (C!Scout): They are in all of the same classes and also share a last name (Smith), so it gets confusing at times.

Ross (C!Soldier): Does cadets with Soldier, and plans to go straight into it after secondary school

Virgil (C!Sniper): Like Mundee, he will and can headshot you 10 times in a row on Band Bastille 2.

Fred (C!Engineer): Before the summer he was mainly just good friends with Virgil, who was a part of the 'Classic' friend group before he fully joined at the start of year 11

Matt (C!Spy): No one knows why he doesn't go to Darling Boarding School, as his parents are quite posh.

Steven (C!Medic): Was one of the nicest students in school before he left, no one really knows why he hung out with Chevy or any of that gang in fact.

if you want anyone else, just comment them. ill reply, probably

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everythingisbetterwithblue · 10 months ago

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Lets gooooo, it’s been a while since my last post. I had so many things to do and in addition my pencil has been broken. Now I draw with the help of my favourite finger. Thanks for being with me, love you❤️

Well since Freddy isn’t at the same class with the Animatronics I think itd be cool to draw him being at the same class with the twins. No logic, I just like the idea of them studying together and creating their own band. That’s where the Marionettes band starts. Just have some ideas for design

Like them being together, also the twins can see Fred, actually when Fred started to poses Freddys body frequently due to Freddys unwillingness to go to school, the twins decided to find out whats going on.

They are just being best friends. Fred actually likes being noticed.

Im looking forward for your opinion, Im so happy to draw them again, they are the light of my life ❤️

#fhs #fnafhs #fnafhs fanart #fnafhs freddy #fnafhs fred #fanart #fnafhs mai #fnafhs puppet #fnaf

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allthesmutl0vers · 2 months ago

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Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x F! Reader (Part Five)

TW: Mentions of ED, lots of fluff 💖Use of Y/N (I know, I know. I'm trying to break the habit)

Paring: Fred Weasley x F!Reader x George Weasley

Requests Open 🫡

Chapter Five

Y/n

The next couple of days seemed to fly by. I got letters from my dad updating me on his and my mom’s progress, probably to keep me from visiting out of worry. My mom isn’t awake yet, but the healers are giving her everything they can to heal her. Everyone has been keeping me busy. Yesterday, we all had a family lake day. We spent all day swimming, which is great for all of the calories I’ve had to consume to keep people from finding out about my eating disorder, but I think Fred and George have started to catch on, even though they haven’t said anything.

But today, I’m excited because I finally get to see my Mum and Dad. I practically leap out of bed, getting dressed in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a cropped band t-shirt. I jump on Ginny’s bed, waking up her and Hermione.

“What the bloody Hell, y/n?!” Ginny groans and smashes her face into the pillow. Hermione rolls her eyes and dozes back off, so I fall on top of them, giving them both a start.

“Merlin’s beard!” Hermione shrieks as she sits up, making me laugh.

“Oh, fuck off, y/n,” Ginny groans tiredly as she hits me with a pillow. “What’s up your ass so early?”

I laugh and toss Ginny’s pillow aside. “Today is the day I get to visit my Mum and Dad, Ginny!” I say excitedly. But this time, instead of rolling over to fall back asleep, they jump up excitedly, too.

“Merlin! Is that today?!” Ginny asks excitedly as she jumps out of bed, knocking me back and making me laugh.

“Oo! That means tomorrow we go back to school!” Hermione shrieks and claps excitedly.

I laugh and roll my eyes. “Only you would be excited to go back to school, Hermione.” We talk excitedly and laugh as they get dressed and put on their shoes.

Ginny’s door swings open, revealing a very tired-looking Ron and Harry in the doorway. “Oi, what’s with all of the damn ruckus?” Ron says, annoyed.

“Yeah, seriously, guys, it's seven in the morning,” Harry adds with an eye roll.

Hermione giggles and kisses Ron on the cheek, which seems to perk him up a bit. “Today is the day that y/n can see her parents,” she explains.

“Yeah, so we’re excited. You guys should be, too,” Ginny says, kissing Harry and crossing her arms.

“Blimey, sorry mate, I forgot,” Ron says, rubbing his eyes.

“Shit, well, we’re happy for you, y/n,” Harry says as they both come into the room and give me a big hug.

I laugh and hug them back. “It’s alright. I suppose I can forgive two of my best mates,” I laugh.

“Hope nobody is trying to steal our girl,” Fred jokes from the doorway with George as Harry and Ron pull away and roll their eyes.

“Yeah, hug your own girlfriends, you numpties,” George adds with a smirk.

“Down, boys,” I tease them with a smile, which they return with a wink as they step into Ginny’s room.

Hermione laughs and leans back on Ron’s chest. “We’re all just excited because y/n gets to see her parents today,” she explains.

I run up and jump into Fred’s arms, and he catches me with his hands under my thighs as my arms drape around his neck. I give him a deep kiss, making him hum into my lips. “Well, good morning to you too, little one,” he says softly.

George clears his throat and smirks at me when I look at him. “Forget me already, did you?” He teases. I giggle as Fred places me back on my feet and George swoops me into my arms bridal style and kisses me deeply. “Mm, that’s more like it,” he says against my lips with a soft chuckle.

“Okay, okay! Don’t shag in my room, please!” Ginny groans, making me and the twins chuckle.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, little sister,” Fred remarks as George places me back down on my feet between him and Fred, and they each wrap an arm around my waist.

“Yeah, no need for a room with one bed when ours has two,” George says with a wink. I gasp and slap them both on the arm, feeling myself start to blush.

“Ugh, too much information,” Ron groans.

“Oh my God,” Harry laughs, wrapping an arm around Ginny’s shoulders as she and Hermione try not to laugh.

We all walk downstairs together, laughing and talking about nothing in particular, excited to see my Mum and Dad. They’ve never really talked to my Mum or Dad, really only in passing at a birthday party or when we’re getting on the train for school. They’ve always been so busy with patients at the hospital by our house. My parents are world renowned doctors, my Mum in Cardio, and my Dad in Oncology.

“Morning, everyone,” Molly greets us with a smile as we all pile around the table.

“Good morning,” we all respond as we fill our coffee mugs.

The door opens, and Arthur comes in with a smile. “Good morning!” He says cheerfully as he kisses Molly, sets down his briefcase, and takes a seat. We all tell him good morning as he pours his cup of coffee and turns to me as Molly begins to put food on the table. “Well, everyone seems to be wide awake,” he chuckles. “Are you excited to see your parents today, y/n?”

I nod and smile. “So excited. I feel like it’s been forever.”

“No kidding. Woke up the whole house with their giggling this morning, these three,” Harry jokes, pointing to me, Ginny, and Hermione.

“Yeah, and I was having a really good dream, too,” Ron says, nudging Hermione and making her blush.

“Well, she has every right to be excited,” Molly smiles as she sits down next to Arthur. “Now, dig in. We’re heading out shortly after breakfast.”

Everyone starts making their plates and I’m biting my lip, silently counting all of the calories and trying to find a way to at the least amount. George leans in close to my ear, talking so only he and Fred can hear. “Eat something, love.”

I shake my head and smile. “I’m alright, I’m not hungry,” I lie, but my stomach, being the traitorous bitch she is, betray me and growls.

“Seems like you are, darling. Just eat a little something,” Fred says on my other side. They’ve made little comments, nothing mean, that I should eat a little more or offer me an extra sweet from their stash. I know they’re catching on, but I’m scared to get ‘better’ and gain all of the weight back.

George places a hand lovingly on the small of my back. “Just try a little, baby. How about a few pieces of fruit and some eggs?” He offers. His gesture is sweet, and he’s not trying to shove it down my throat, so I agree with a simple nod. “That’s our girl,” he smiles and places a few strawberries and some scrambled eggs on a plate for me.

I take a breath and take a bite out of a strawberry, and Ron starts to speak to me. “Oi, y/n, how come you don’t eat much?” He asks. It’s an innocent question, but it still makes me tense up.

“I’m just nervous to see my parents, is all,” I answer him. I hate lying, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Yeah, but you’ve hardly eaten the entire time you’ve been here,” he continues. “Sometimes, you don’t eat meals at all,” I clench my jaw. Merlin, shut UP, Ron. Hermione elbows him, but he doesn’t get the hint. “Oi, I’m just curious. You’re not, like, starving yourself, are you?”

My legs start to shake with nerves under the table as I scramble for an answer. Fred and George each place a hand lovingly on my knees. “Shut it down, mate,” George warns him.

“Yeah, leave her be. She’s had a rough go at it lately. And frankly, it’s none of your damn business,” Fred snaps.

“That’s enough, Ronald,” Molly scolds him. “Despite the foul language, Fred is right. What a woman eats is none of your concern.”

Harry nudges Ron’s side. “Yeah, mate. It’s not like you’re one to talk about eating habits,” Harry jokes, trying to diffuse the tension. Ron just rolls his eyes and digs into his massive plate. I wish I could eat without concern like that.

I eat the berries and eggs on my plate as everyone talks about different things around the table, nobody paying me any mind. I set down my fork at the table and sigh softly. “Good job, love,” Fred praises me with a smile and a kiss on my cheek. I smile softly, trying to ignore the guilt I’m feeling as I wrap my arms around my stomach.

George kisses the top of my head. “Very well done, indeed, darling,” George praises me next.

“Thank you, guys. It means a lot,” I say sincerely.

“Anytime,” they say in sync.

*****

St. Mungo’s is so different from any hospital I’ve ever been to. The biggest difference is that it doesn’t have that weird hospital smell. Instead, it smells like flowers and brewing herbs. No doubt from the potion makers they have on site. Molly and Arthur go to the front desk to get directions, and we all stand back together. I tried to convince everyone that they didn’t all have to come, but being the friends they are, they insisted.

“Nervous, baby?” George asks with a hand around my waist as I stand between him and Fred. I nod slightly, and he and Fred move to stand in front of me.

“Don’t be nervous, little one,” Fred says softly, using the nickname I love so much with a smile as he tips my chin up to look at them. “Your Dad said in his last letter that everything is going good. There’s no reason to worry.”

“All that’s left is for your Mum to wake up, and I’m sure she will any day now,” George adds, kissing the tip of my nose.

I smile softly and chuckle. “Hopefully, she doesn’t have a heart attack when she finds out I’m with the two of you,” I joke with a smile, feeling a little better. They always know just how to make me feel better, even when I don’t want to.

The three of us chuckle as they pull me into their chests, hugging me and smooshing me between them, but I don’t mind. It’s my safe space. When Molly and Arthur come back, they tell us that my parents are on the next floor, on ‘Creature Induced Injuries.’ Makes sense, given that I don’t think of the man who almost killed my parents as anything else but a monster.

We climb the stairs together, and when we get to my parent's room, Molly stops and turns to me. “Now, you go in first, dearie. And if you two are up for visitors, the rest of us can come in and join you. But no rush,” she smiles.

I nod and smile as I let go of Fred and Georges’ hands. “We’ll be right out here, darling,” George says with a smile.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Fred adds with a smile as well.

I open the door and see my dad seated by my mom’s bedside. He looks completely healed, no bruises, not even a scratch on him. I smile as I walk up to him. “Hi, Daddy,” I greet him, wanting to run into his arms.

My dad smiles and looks up. “Hey there, honeybee. Come on in,” he waves me over and stands. “No need to worry. Your old man is all healed up.”

I run into his arms and hug him tightly as he lifts me and sets me back down on my feet. “How’s Mum?” I ask him. “Any news?”

Dad strokes my head and smiles sadly. “They don’t know why she hasn’t woken up yet. The brain bleed is healed. But the doctors here tell me all we’re waiting on is for her to wake up on her own. You know your mother can’t be rushed,” he jokes light-heartedly.

I nod and lean over my Mum, hugging her as she lies unconscious. “But she will wake up, right?” I ask.

Dad smiles and nods. “Yes, honeybee. It’s just a waiting game on when.”

I look through the window at Fred and George peaking through the window like puppies waiting to be let inside. I giggle softly, and my dad notices and shakes his head with a laugh. “I suppose we should let them in, huh?” He jokes.

I shrug and smile. “Probably, everyone was just as excited as I am to come today,” my dad smiles and waves for them to come in at Molly as she peaks through the window, too.

Everyone piles into the room, and Arthur greets my dad. “Phil! It’s so nice to see you up and walking, mate. How do you feel?” He asks as he shakes my dad's hand.

My dad smiles and shes his hand. “Like a brand new engine. Thank you, Arthur, for having us moved.”

Arthur swats his hand and laughs. “As I said, anything for family, Phil.”

The twins and our friends move to stand by me as Molly hugs my dad. “So glad to see you’re feeling better. How is Sheila?”

My dad smiles and hugs her back. “All better, thanks to you guys,” my dad says, and Molly and Arthur beam. “Just waiting for her to wake up. But you know to never rush a woman,” my dad jokes to Arthur, who laughs heartily.

“Good man,” Arthur and Molly laugh and begin to talk with my dad amongst themselves.

Fred and George move to my sides, careful to keep their hands to themselves in front of my father. My friends move closer to me, too, congratulating me on my Dad’s recovery. And after a few minutes, my Dad walks over to us with Molly and Arthur behind him. “Hello, boys,” he greets Fred and George. “Thank you both so much for taking care of my little honeybee,” he smiles.

“Our pleasure, sir,” George says, shaking his hand.

“Absolutely, sir,” Fred says with a smile, shaking his hand next.

My dad laughs and waves his hand. “Please, boys, call me Phil,” he says before looking at my friends. “Thank you all for looking out for her. She is very lucky to have friends like all of you,” he beams. They all respond with a smile and some variation of ‘no problem.’ His eyes land on Hermione and Harry, and he speaks to them. “Forgive an old man,” he chuckles. “But remind me of your names again?” He asks kindly.

Hermione steps up first and smiles, shaking his hand. “Granger, sir. Hermione Granger.”

My dad smiles and nods. “That’s right, I remember. All the same, it is a pleasure to meet you, Hermione. And please, call me Phil,” he smiles and turns to Harry, reaching out his hand.

“I’m Harry, Harry Potter,” Harry introduces himself and shakes my dad’s hand.

“Of course, it’s nice to see you again, Harry,” my dad says kindly. I don’t miss the wave of relief that washes over Harry that my dad isn’t drooling over meeting ‘the boy who lived,’ my dad knows the story, but he also knows how much Harry hates people bringing it up. “Ron, Ginny, nice to see you two again.”

“Good to see you too, Phil,” Ron smiles.

“Nice to see you back with the land of the living,” Ginny jokes, making my dad and everyone else laugh.

“Good to be back,” my dad responds and turns to all of us but looks at me. “So, I have some exciting news!” He says cheerfully. “The doctors here have agreed to let me stay here with your Mum until she wakes up. Since muggles can’t enter without a wand,” my dad chuckles. “But they are allowing me to leave tomorrow, and Arthur offered to get me to the platform to see you off on the train and come back afterward.”

“Really?!” I ask excitedly and hug him tight. “That’s amazing, Dad!”

“Yes, it’s very kind of him, indeed. Your mother would have my neck if I didn’t get a picture of you and your friends by the train for that scrapbook of hers,” my dad chuckles.

I release my dad and hug Arthur next. “Thank you so much, Arthur.”

He hugs me back and pulls back. “Of course, y/n. But it was really Molly’s idea,” he chuckles with a smile.

I smile and Hug Molly next. “Thank you,” I say in her neck.

Molly pats my back and pulls back with a smile. “Of course, dearie. We were going to tell you at breakfast, but I thought it best to come from your Dad. I’ll escort you all through the floo network, and we’ll meet them there.”

We all talk for a few hours, and Fred and George tell him all about quidditch and invite him to one of the games since Harry, Ron, and Ginny play on the team, too. My dad tells them he’d love to come and watch and hopes that it falls on ‘parent’s day,’ his favorite day of the year, Mum’s too. They love walking around the castle, and especially the feast. After lunch, it’s time to head back to the burrow and pack for the train tomorrow. We say our goodbyes before we head out.

*****

It’s mayhem at the burrow as everyone is packing their trunks and bags. Me, Harry, and Hermione had already packed before we came, so instead, we helped everyone else until Molly calls us down for dinner.

We take our seats at the table, and Molly puts a pot of beef stew, rolls, and rhubarb and pumpkin pies down in the center of the table. Her send-off feast every year. Everyone digs in, and I allow myself a roll and two smaller scoops of stew. Ron looks at me like he wants to say something, but when Fred and George stare at him, he seems to think better of it.

About halfway through dinner, an owl lands on the kitchen windowsill, and I recognize it as Bucky, Blaise’s owl with a letter in his beak. I stand up and take the letter from him, giving him a few owl treats before he flies off again.

“Who’s it from, dear?” Molly asks as I sit back down between Fred and George.

“Blaise,” I answer and open the letter, reading it aloud.

“Dear, y/n,

I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. I got ahold of Draco, and he said he sent you a letter. Did you receive it? He explained to me what he wrote, and I wanted you to know that I’m sorry. Believe me, I reamed him for it. You deserve better than a letter.

I can’t believe that he and Pansy would betray you like that. He told me nothing happened between them, but… Pansy confided in me, and she told me that they had slept together just before school ended last year. I know that it’s an awful thing to hear, but I couldn’t keep it from you. Believe me, I’m very angry with both of them. Nobody deserves that, especially one of my best mates.

However, Draco and Pansy have been my friends since the day we were born, and our families are closely knit. And as pissed at them as I may be, I can’t cut them off completely. They’re Slytherins, my family. I’m sure you can understand, given your close friendship with the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, and everyone else in your house.

I understand If you can’t, or don’t want, to be friends with me anymore, given what happened. But I do hope that one day, we can all put this behind us and be friends again. I’ll give you some space to think about it, and you can come to me when you’re ready.

Draco asked about you in his last letter to me. I know he feels awful about hurting you, and he doesn’t expect a reply, but he do wishes you’d write. I told him that I hadn’t talked to you yet and that if he wanted to hear from you, he should reach out himself, but it was probably best not to.

Also, I meant to ask you at the party, but I forgot. This is awkward, but is there something going on with you, Fred, and George? I know you guys are best friends, but I saw you guys sitting and talking against the tree, and you looked…closer than normal. I won’t pry or judge you if there is. But I just think that it is unfair to be so angry with Draco and Pansy for fooling around behind your back if you’re doing it behind his, too. Just something to think about.

Again, I hope one day we can put all of this behind us. I hope you’re doing okay, and give my regards to everyone. See you around the halls, maybe.

Sincerely,

Blaise Zambini”

“What a snake,” Fred says, shaking his head after a few moments.

“How can he accuse you of going behind Malfoy’s back, then turn around and defend him for the same thing?” George asks angrily.

“He did say he was pissed,” Hermione says softly.

“More like he said a load of crap,” Ginny says, shaking her head. “Forget them, y/n.”

“If he loves them so much, he should just leave, too. Let the snakes live together,” Harry adds.

“Such a load of crap. That’s that ‘pure-blood’ family bullshit,” Ron rolls his eyes. “Pathetic.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Arthur says firmly, without raising his voice.

Molly looks over at me, noticing I haven’t spoken yet. “Y/n, dearie, are you alright?” She asks calmly.

I look down at the letter in my hands and sigh. “I had a feeling that something might have happened. But reading it…” I shake my head. “How could you do that to someone you claimed to love?” I ask without looking up as my stomach winds itself in knots.

Molly sighs. “Honey, people don’t do that to those they love. I know it’s hard to hear, but it just goes to show who he is.”

I stand up from the table. “Excuse me, please. I need a minute.”

“Y/n,” Fred and George reach for me and say my name at the same time as I walk to the back door.

“Leave her be. You heard her. She needs a minute,” Arthur tells them as I step outside and close the door behind me.

I sit on the steps of the porch, not knowing exactly how to feel. We’re already broken up, but I’ve never been cheated on before. Draco was my first boyfriend. Even though I started dating him in order to get over Fred and George, I truly cared deeply for him. I loved him, and I thought he loved me, even after I got his letter. But I guess the joke is on me.

I sit on the porch for a long time, watching the sunset. I think of every time that they were alone together, wondering if there were more times that even Blaise didn’t know about. More than either of them were willing to admit. The back door creaks open, and Fred and George sit down next to me. George hands me a cup of tea, and Fred drapes a throw blanket over my shoulders. Neither of them speaks. They just sit with me until I’m ready to talk.

“I can’t help but wonder why he didn’t just end it before they slept together,” I say softly, looking out at the sunset.

I feel them both let out a heavy sigh. “He probably didn’t know how to say it to your face like a real man would. Except the difference is that a real man would never cheat in the first place,” Fred answers me softly.

“Instead, he hid. He pushed you away, probably hoping you would end things first so he could feel guilt-free,” George adds.

I let a couple of tears fall from my eyes, which are quickly wiped away by their sleeves. “I’m sorry that I’m crying. I don’t have feelings for him anymore. I just feel so betrayed.”

“Shh,” Fred shushes me soothingly as they lay their heads on my shoulders. “We know, love. Just know that neither of us will ever hurt you like that, or ever.”

“Don’t apologize for crying, darling. You’re hurt, it’s understandable. What that git did is unforgivable. And I agree with Fred. We will never do that to you,” George says, kissing the side of my head softly.

I nod, thanking Merlin for sending me these two, who always know just what to say and who I know I can trust inexplicably. “I know you guys wouldn’t. I trust you two with my life and my heart,” I sigh. “But I don’t think I’m ready to talk to Blaise yet. I know it’s not his fault, but I just need a break from all Slytherins.”

“Of course, darling. We understand,” George says softly.

“Would you like us to write him for you? Let him know you’re not ready yet?” Fred offers.

I nod and look up at him. “If it’s not too much to ask, yeah. That would help a lot.”

They move to squat in front of me, taking my hands in theirs. “Nothing you could ask would ever be too much. Do you understand me?” George says.

“There is nothing on this Earth that we wouldn’t do for you, little one,” Fred says, kissing the back of my hand as George wipes away the last of my tears, and I nod.

“Use your words, baby,” George instructs me.

I take a deep, shuddering breath and look at them both. “I understand, thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you guys.”

They smile and stand up, pulling me with them and hugging me between them, my safe space. “Always,” George says softly, kissing the top of my head.

“We don’t know what we did to deserve you either, little one. But whatever it was, we’re thankful for it every day,” Fred says, tipping my head up to look at them, and they each kiss me softly on my lips.

We walk back inside, and everyone has already gone to bed except for Molly and Arthur, who are sitting in the living room when we walk in. Molly stands up and walks over to me, giving me a big hug. “Feeling better, dear?” She asks softly.

I nod as she pulls back and smiles. “Loads, these two always know how to make me feel better.”

“Yeah, they may be trouble makers but they always know how to make someone smile,” Arthur jokes as he hugs me too.

“Hey, we’re good for other stuff, too,” Fred says defensively.

“Yes, yes, we know,” Molly chuckles. “Now, off to bed, you three. We have to be up early in the morning to meet Phil.”

“We just have a quick letter to write, and then we’re going to bed,” George tells her.

Molly points a finger at both of them. “Well, make it quick. I don’t want to have to drag you two out of bed. I’ll set the ghoul on you instead.”

We say goodnight and the twins walk me upstairs to Ginny’s room like they do every night. “Goodnight, little one,” Fred says, pulling me to his chest and kissing me. “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight, Freddie. You too,” I say against his lips before George steals me away and hugs me tightly.

“Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams,” he tells me after he kisses me.

“Good night, Georgie. Sweet dreams,” I say softly as I pull back and watch them walk up the stairs to their room before I walk into Ginny’s, where she and Hermione are, apparently still awake.

“You good?” Ginny asks as I close the door.

I nod and smile at her. “All better now.”

“Oo, I bet you are,” Hermione giggles with a wink.

I roll my eyes and sit on Ginny’s bed. “Not like that, ‘Mione.”

“Have you guys… you know… yet?” Hermione asks with a smirk.

Ginny scoffs and hits her with a pillow. “Ew, I don’t want to know.”

I shake my head. “No, not yet.”

“Have you had sex before?” Ginny asks curiously.

I nod. “Yeah. With one person who shall never be named again.”

“Let’s call him ‘he who shall not be named,’” Hermione suggests with a giggle.

Ginny’s face twists with disgust. “Ugh, no. That name reminds me of that dark wizard our parents fought.”

I giggle and think for a moment. “How about ‘shitty dick’?” I suggest with a smirk.

Hermione and Ginny gasp. “No. Fucking. Way,” Hermione giggles.

I nod and smirk. “No wonder he’s such a dick. He doesn’t know how to use his!” Ginny laughs, and we all laugh loudly with her.

We’re laughing so hard we don’t hear footsteps coming up the stairs until Molly barges in. “Girls! Bed, Now! Whatever is so funny, I’m sure, can wait until morning. I don’t want you three up all hours of the night.” We all apologize and Molly shakes her head before closing the door again, and we all look at each other and snicker quietly, deciding to all sleep in Ginny’s bed tonight.

Part Six

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glitterinmyveinss · 1 year ago

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// fuck it i love you //

wes borland x fem! reader

summary: you and wes have had feelings for eachother since the sandbox days, but neither of you have ever admitted it, until alcohol and jealousy gets in the way.

chapter 2

❥༄ me and wes have known eachother ever since i was 10 and he was 12. that's when him and fred started hanging out, and with fred being my brother and us living in the same house and all, meant that me and wes saw each other basically everyday after school. most of the time him and fred would be in the garage playing their instruments or skating. but sometimes they would bug me. although it was really only fred who would do the bugging, wes was always kind to me and never even teased me.

❥༄ i was on the couch watching the simpsons, when fred and wes came in and took up the whole couch, fred stole the remote from my hands. "i'm watching something!" i tried to grab the remote back, but of course he was stronger. "so?" he chuckled. "hey wes what should we watch?" i could see wes out the corner of my eye. he had a hesitant look on his face that was mixed with, sympathy? "i'm fine with the simpsons, i've never seen that episode anyway" i turned my head fully to make eye contact with him, when he noticed he gave me a shy smile, i returned it, feeling butterflies in my tummy. fred looked at both of us with disgust "you guys suck!"

❥༄ that was a long while ago, now im in my junior year of highschool while fred and wes have been graduates for a year. they began taking their music seriously, and formed a band. i had to admit, they sounded pretty good. i knew they would make a name for themselves somehow. it was the end of the school day and i was waiting for fred to pick me up since my car was in the shop and none of my friends could give me a ride. after about 10 mins of waiting, fred pulls up with wes in the passenger seat. i gulped as i began to feel those butterflies i've been feeling for 6 years start their swarming again. i hopped in the back. "hey how was school?" fred asked. i shrugged and took my backpack off "it was whatever." he nodded and began driving away from the school "you hungry?" he asked. you were actually starving considering the lunch today was horrible. "yeah could we get taco bell?" i pleaded. Wes jumped up from his slouching position at this, "oh yeah i've been craving tb all day" he turned to give me a thumbs up and a wink. i gave him a sheepish smile and returned the thumbs up. fred groaned "fine but only cause i just got payed" he turned up his music and began driving to taco bell. yay! suddenly wes spoke up "hey who's gonna be at the party tonight?" party? you weren't invited! but then again, when were you ever invited to one? fred began listing some names when you suddenly interrupted him. "can i go?" fred started bursting out laughing. "yeah like i'm gonna bring my kid sister to a keg party." "i'm only 2 years younger asshole! come on please?" fred kept laughing "no way y/n. forget it" i let out a huff of air and opened my mouth to protest, but then wes spoke up. "come on dude let her go. i mean, what's the deal?" i felt my face get hot and i immediately shushed up. why was wes helping me out? did he want me there? ugh he made it so easy to like him. Fred looked at him, gob smacked "seriously? she's like 5 compared to us and everyone else there, she's never even been to a highschool party yet." you slapped the back of his neck, earning a groan from him. yeah it was the truth, but he just totally humiliated you in front of wes! "dude she's old enough to take care of herself. and wouldn't it be better if she went to her first party with us instead of some guys we don't even know? at least we'd keep an eye out for her." wes explained. Fred stayed quiet for a moment. i was in the backseat freaking out. why was wes helping me out so much? i mean of course i appreciated it but i was basically star struck. my brothers hot friend wanted me at a party? score! finally after about a minute of silence, fred spoke up. "fine" he grunted. "yay!" i gave him a hug from behind the seat. "but i don't want you talking to any guys besides me or wes ok? and stay where i can see you!" i wasn't really paying attention. i was just excited for my first party. "ok ok i promise!" he rolled his eyes as he pulled into the tb drive thru

❥༄ it was about 6 hours later and i was ready to go. i put my best makeup and outfit on along with the perfect hairstyle. i went downstairs once i was done, where i saw fred and wes waiting for me. fred jumped up from the couch, keys in hand. "finally!" i rolled my eyes and began following them out of the door, wes and i were trailing behind fred, when wes suddenly bent down to my level. "you look really nice tonight" when i looked up at him, he had a shy smile on his face, his cheeks a slight red, along with his ears. my face turned the same strawberry color as his as i looked down with the same smile as well. "thanks wes. so do you" he opened the backseat door for me, as usual, then hopped in the front with fred. my head was already spinning and i haven't even had any alcohol yet. ugh!

❥༄ we arrived to the party, and as soon as we entered the home it was being thrown at, you noticed a group of 4 waiting at the front door. 2 girls and 2 boys. one of the girls had skunk hair like christina aguilara with makeup like hers too. beside her was the other girl who had black hair with purple streaks. she had heavy dark makeup along with many facial and ear piercings. the two boys were dressed in the same style as fred and wes, basically matching. i suddenly understood what fred meant. i did feel 5 compared to these people. especially the girls. we began making our way towards them, fred and wes greeting the boys first, then the girls. fred began introducing me to everyone. "this is my sister y/n. y/n this is harmony, zayra, jay, and sean.” everyone said hi and waved, except harmony, she was just...staring at me. like i had something on my face. she was the one with the purple streaks. Zayra began to attack me with her compliments. "omg i love your outfit! where are your jeans from?" "oh they're miss mes. i got them at the mall a while ago." i said shyly. she put her arm around my shoulder, "another girl with taste! i like you already! let's go drink!" i obeyed her as she began dragging me to a counter that was littered with various liquor bottles and beer cans. empty and full. "so you're freds kid sister right?" she asked while handing me a shot of something. i was debating on drinking it or not. then i thought, fuck it. i downed it while making a face then answered. "yeah but i'm only younger by two years!" she let out a loud chuckle at my reaction. "you're so cute! you're my girl for the night, harmonys being weird." she said while rolling her eyes, then taking a shot for herself. i didn't wanna pry and ask why, i knew it'd be rude. so instead, i began copying zayra and downing shots like my life depended on it. zayra patted my back in response. "that's the spirit y/n!"

❥༄ it was a while later and the liquor was defiantly kicking in. me and zayra were dancing like crazy together when i suddenly spotted wes and harmony out the corner of my eye. it looked like they were arguing. wes kept looking away while harmony was forcing her hands on his face. i think wes felt me staring because he suddenly locked eyes with me, then me and harmony locked eyes. she grabbed wes's face and slammed their lips together. i looked away, feeling so crushed. how stupid could i be? why would wes want someone like me when he has someone like harmony in his life. she's so much older and cooler. she didn't have to beg her mom to add more minutes on her phone, or be forced to take algebra again. she was grown like wes. i knew i'd have to get over this school girl crush sooner or later, but i didn't think it'd go like this. i stooped dancing and leaned towards zayra's ear, "im gonna go get some fresh air." she nodded and continued dancing.

❥༄ i made my way through the crowd of bodies towards the backyard. whoever's house this was, is blessed. there was a huge pool, a hot tub, and a wooden porch swing. i decided to sit on the swing and pull out a cig from my back pocket. i groaned in frustration as i realized i didn't have a lighter. just then a shadow casted over me, and a voice spoke up. "need a light?" it was wes with his dark blue lighter. "yeah...thanks." i wasn't really looking at him as i spoke. he held the lighter to my lips, i positioned the lighter in a way where the embers would catch the fire being emerged from the metal object. i locked eyes with his big brown ones while doing so, it was like i was stargazing. i also didn't know if it was him or the liquor that was making me feel like i had to puke. he took the space next to me and began making the swing rock back and forth. i decided i needed to pop the question now or it would eat me alive. "so you and harmony?" he whipped his head towards me and began fidgeting with his ear. he only did that when nervous. "what about me and harmony?" he spoke. thanks to all those random shots me and zayra were pounding, i had an insane amount of liquid courage. "oh come on wes! i saw you two basically sucking each others faces. i mean why would you compliment me tonight if you dint like me?" he was staring at me for a while, then he began to speak up but i cut him off. "do you even know how long i've liked you? how much i like you?" things went quiet and he was just staring at me. after a minute he spoke up with a stern voice "do you mean what you say?" i looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. how clueless could he be? "yes! and i know you just see me as some stupid little girl, but i've liked you for years." i began to walk away. until he grabbed my arm, forcing me to turn around. "wow when did i ever say that?" he had a worried expression. "you don't have to! i can tell that's what you and harmony were thinking!" he shook his head before speaking. "y/n harmony's just some jealous ex who won't leave me alone." i looked up at him with my brows furrowed "really?" "yeah!" he said while nodding profusely. we stayed staring at eachother, awkwardly, until i decided to break the silence. "why did you guys break up?" he chuckled a little before he spoke up, he began playing with his ear again too. "when i realized i started liking someone else way more than i liked her." wow. i swore i heard my heart shatter for the second time that night. "who?" i asked, the question making my throat burn and eyes water. then he did something totally unexpected, he grabbed my face with both of his hands, cupping my cheeks with a soft smile, then he connected our lips. i felt like there were a million fireworks exploding all over my body, my hands were shaky and my heart was daring to jump out of my chest. the alcohol was definitely adding fuel to the fire as well. my head felt like it was spinning at 100 mph. the kiss lasted for a minute until i broke away. "does that answer your question?" he said in a dorky voice with a smirk. i giggled while swatting his chest. "yeah it did weirdo." he laughed again. he had this far away look in his eye, just staring at me before he began dragging me back to the party. "what are you doing?" i slightly yelped. "come on! i wanna dance!" he proclaimed with a huge smile. i happily obliged and began following him back into the house.

❥༄ i felt eyes on me as soon as we started dancing, i turned to see harmony, staring at me with daggers in her eyes. sober me would've ignored her, but drunk me had balls. i grabbed wes and kissed him, while keeping eye contact with harmony, just returning the favor! she stomped out the house through the front door. when i pulled away from wes, he looked at me with a huge smile and twinkling eyes. "what was that for?" he said with a chuckle. "i just...felt like it." i said with a giggle. he returned the laugh and we continued dancing. the night ended with me wearing wes's hoodie, and drifting off in the back of fred's car, forever grateful for this night.

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