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eggmondsammich · 7 years ago
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I had a go at the mish mash  character challenge, but I have a lot of favourites
All of referenced characters under the cut
Firenze from The Boy Who Fell Enma Kozarto from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Yamaguchi Tadashi from Haikyuu!! Hyuuga Hinata from Naruto Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls Neptune Vasilias from RWBY Miranda Lotto from D.Gray-Man Blue Diamond from Steven Universe Kozume Kenma from Haikyuu!!
Peridot from Steven Universe Roxie Pokemon from Black and White 2 Tiana from The Princess and the Frog Charmy Pappitson from Black Clover Emerald Sustrai from RWBY Asui Tsuyu from Boku No Hero Academia Eruka Frog from Soul Eater
Pearl from Steven Universe Elesa from Pokemon Black and White (2) Hibari Kyoya from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Master Cyclonis from Storm Hawks Perona from One PIece Konan from Naruto Deidara from Naruto Charlotte “Dogtooth” Katakuri from One PIece Weiss Schnee from RWBY
Pyrrha Nikos from RWBY Mackenzie Hunt from Havenfall is for Lovers Nami from One Piece Carolina from Red vs Blue Atlanta from Class of the Titans Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail Haruno Sakura from Naruto Mereoleona Vermillion from Black Clover Zinnia from Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire
Aerrow from Storm Hawks Ibias from The Boy Who Fell Zack Fair from Final Fantasy VII Axel from Kingdom Hearts Tanaka Ryuunosuke from Haikyuu!! Lavi from D.Gray-Man Tobi from Naruto Guzma from Pokemon Portgas D. Ace from One Piece
Plumeria from Pokemon Sun and Moon Satya “Symmetra” Vaswani from Overwatch Olivia from Pokemon Sun and Moon Tenten from Naruto Sombra from Overwatch Ana Amari from Overwatch Piper from Storm Hawks Lynx Seventeen from Overwatch
Volkner from Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Wendy Corduroy from Gravity Falls Yang Xiao Long from RWBY Uraraka Ochako from Boku No Hero Academia Tachibana Kei from Hell’s Kitchen Reno from Final Fantasy VII Olivia Mira Armstrong from Fullmetal Alchemist Ren Kouen from Magi Ibusaki Shun from Shokugeki no Soma Kadota Kyouhei from Durarara!! Marco from One Piece Minamimoto Sho from The World Ends With You Amaimon from Ao No Exorcist Baroona from Vagrant Soldier Ares
Hoshigaki Kisame from Naruto Yoarashi Inasa from Boku No Hero Academia Togata Mirio from Boku No Hero Academia Killer from One Piece Kiawe from Pokemon Sun and Moon Akande Ogundimu “Doomfist” from Overwatch Hunk from Voltron Legendary Defender Bokuto Koutarou from Haikyuu!! Masrur from Magi
Xerxes Break from Pandora Hearts Laxus Dreyer from Fairy Tail Hidan from Naruto Jason Todd from Batman Judal from Magi Lucio from The Arcana Belphegor from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Xanxus from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Tezca Tlipoca from Soul Eater Azula from Avatar: The Last Airbender
Ravess from Storm Hawks Moira O’Deorain Eustass Kid from One Piece Tom Lucitor from Star vs the Forces of Evil Zora Ideale from Black Clover JD from Havenfall is for Lovers Quartz from The Boy Who Fell Hisoka Morow from Hunter X Hunter
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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years ago
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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡
in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?
fred weasley x fem!reader
word count: ± 2k
tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing
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ft. penny clearwater
who cursed the bludger?
y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.
"penny that's not ok to ask!"
"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"
"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.
"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."
"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."
"no, you don't."
"okay, i don't. he does."
"but he seems like he means it."
"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."
"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."
"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."
"you're not gonna play with them?"
"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."
fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.
"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.
penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."
"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"
"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."
"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.
"my one is the opposites attract."
"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"
"i was meaning you!"
"huh?"
"you and fred."
fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.
"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"yes."
"you're doing this on purpose!"
"hmm? what?"
"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.
"and you just realised. congrats, penny."
"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."
y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."
"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.
"yeah?"
"is y/n hot?"
"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."
"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."
"you actually are," angie quipped.
"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.
they burst into giggles again.
fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?
"oi, l/n!"
y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.
"your lips are pretty!"
her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"
penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.
"what?" y/n looked around.
"the way you return flirting is hilarious."
"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"
angelina snorted, "no one says that."
"oh well i say it, so deal with it."
"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.
"let's hear it!"
"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"
"oh you're a genius, penny!"
"okay, so-"
a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.
luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.
she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.
fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.
the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.
"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.
"oh, hello!"
"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"
"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.
he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.
by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.
"ange?"
"yep?"
"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.
"nope, you forgot i dropped out."
"oh."
"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.
"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.
"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."
"you didn't need to!"
"i did. you want them?"
"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"
"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.
"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."
"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."
y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.
immediately she got a confused look from fred.
and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.
"o-okay, thanks fred."
"no problems, darling," he flirted.
"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.
he took it well.
"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"
"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"
he coughed and excused himself.
"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.
angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"
"personality," y/n stated simply.
"or not."
true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:
hello freddie!
i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?
-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy
jamie,
i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words
you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?
oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer
-jamie
and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.
weasley-
i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.
k.o
fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.
was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.
it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?
she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.
and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.
dearest frederick-
it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.
margaret perrer
hi marg
i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.
i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!
fred
oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?
she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.
but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.
when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.
"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"
george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."
"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.
"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."
"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."
george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.
"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.
"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."
"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"
"anything else?"
"tell fred good luck."
"right, right, mhm."
"yea."
once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.
"got that, freddie?"
"crystal clear."
"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.
"it didn't even work?"
"which plan?"
"the one to drop the letters in."
"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"
"exactly."
"you're an idiot. just tell her."
"but that's boringggg."
"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."
"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"
"then learn how to date my goodness."
"true."
"come fucking back."
"hickies or no?"
"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."
fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.
george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.
he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.
y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.
"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.
"cool beans."
"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.
"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"
"you're disgusting."
y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.
as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.
"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.
it read:
forbidden forest, 8pm.
huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.
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amphxtrite · 4 years ago
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george weasley x fem!reader
part one: I think I’m in love
warnings: spelling/ grammar mistakes
summary: The weeks leading up to your date with George are some of the best in your life. During the date George finds himself falling even harder and finally confesses his feelings.
a/n: Sorry this took a while, I had to rewrite this because I wasn’t satisfied with the first one. 
word count: 2.8k
enjoy <3
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The weeks leading up to your date with George were some of the best in your life. George was amazing, making you laugh at meals, taking walks with you around black lake, or just cozying up by the fireplace with you in the gryffindor common room while you read to him, or where the two of you talked about anything and everything. “This my dear y/n is a puking pastille.” He shows you one evening after dinner. “Eat one end and you’ll begin to spew like a volcano and eat the other end and you’ll stop. Pretty great eh?” He asks looking over to you. Your eyes are wide in admiration. “That’s amazing George! When one day you have a famous joke shop, don’t forget about me okay?” you tease. George smiles with a light blush, “I would never love.” He comments honestly. Wrapping an arm around you, sighing in content as you continue to read aloud to him.
“Y/n! Did you see the tryout results?” George calls out to you as you make your way through the portrait door after class. “Yeah congrats on making Beate-” George cuts you off. “Rubbish, Oliver’s picking favourites. Did you see the way you were flying up there, you were bloody amazing!” George protests exasperated. You blush at the compliment. “Hey, he made me a back-up so if you can’t play, I’ll still get a turn on the pitch.” You reassure the pouting red-head. “Still doesn’t make it right.” He sighs dejectedly, “Enough about quidditch, how were classes today?” He shifts the subject and soon you’re telling him about how a student managed to set his paper on fire in Charms and how Snape was being a snobby twat again. You found yourself lying on the common room couch with George on your chest, speaking about the future. 
“I just don’t know what I’d like to do as a career.” You comment with a sigh, twisting a lock of George’s hair with your finger as he smiles. “Do what you love, darling.” He suggests looking into your eyes. You think this over, skimming your head for a profession that matches your likes. “Nothing really comes to mind. I want to make people smile, but also help people, the problem is I’m not much of a fighter.” You frown. “There’s no need to rush y/n, it’ll come to you eventually, for now just do what you love and enjoy your life, alright?” George smiles up at you. A small grin makes its way onto your lips, and looking down at George content in your arms, your worries melt away. “You’re right, I’ve got time.” You smile, continuing to play with his hair as he tells you a bit about his family. “You know, I think my mum would like you.” He states, wrapping his arms tighter around you.” You blush at the compliment, “I’d hope so, she seems like a wonderful woman.” 
“Oi, lovebirds, get a room!” You hear someone call out, “Fred, they were having a moment!” Angelina scolds him, hitting him lightly on the head. You laugh at the older twin’s antics. “Well I’m sorry, but we’ve got practice today and somebody’s going to be late!” Fred rolls his eyes, emphasizing the somebody. George breaks out of his sleepy trance. “That’s today? Oh bloody hell!” George lifts himself off of you and scampers into the boy’s dormitory to retrieve his equipment. Sitting up you make your way to Angelina and Fred. “Has he asked yet?” Angie raises her eyebrow at you. You flush before shaking your head ‘no’ and she scoffs, 
“It sure as hell seems like it.” She notions to the position you were in as Fred and her walked into the room. You look at her with a sheepish grin as George races down the stairs again and practically drags the other two gryffindors out of the room. “I’ll see you after practice y/n.” He calls out with a wink, disappearing from your sight. You giggle lightly, making your way to your dorm to finish your Transfiguration essay.
The night before your date, George grows more and more worried. He wants to make this date perfect for you, but he isn’t sure how, he knew he was going to take you for butterbeer, but that was so plain, what else could he do?
“Hey Fred?” He calls his twin one night. “What’s up?” Fred answers turning over on his bed to face his brother. “How can I make my date with y/n special, I want her to see that I really like her and-” Fred sighs and flops onto his back again. “Listen George, this is all very sweet, but Merlin, you’ve asked 4 times this week!” Fred shoves his face into his pillow. George blushes. “I-I just want it to be perfect.” Fred looks at his twin again. “Don’t worry about it, she likes you Georgie, just take her for that butterbeer and maybe take her somewhere afterwards, how’s that?” Fred suggests. George nods, satisfied by Fred’s answer.
 “Oh and could you teach me orchideous?”
“Bloody hell George, go to bed.”
“How do I look, Angie?” You call as you step out of the bathroom on the day of your date. “A sweatshirt? Really y/n?” Angelina sighs and gives you ‘the look’ “Well I’m sorry! I’ve never been on a date before.” You frown kneeling down in front of your trunk, searching frantically for something to wear. Angelina walks over and grabs a pair of your jeans and a black top. “Here, go change.” She pushes you back into the bathroom. You roll your eyes, but shrug, “Why not?” You whisper to yourself taking off your previous outfit and slipping on the black top and jeans. You step back out, Angelina smiles. “Now that’s more like it, let’s get some accessories and head down.” You nod, putting on a necklace and some rings. You look at Angelina “Well?” She gives you a thumbs up in approval, and a large smile. “I still can’t believe my little girl’s going on her first date!” She squeals and pretends to wipe away a tear, muttering how proud she is. “Angelina, you’re only a year older than me!” You laugh, rolling your eyes a bit as she continues the façade, a small, ‘my baby’s all grown up’ being said, as if she were talking to a child. Grabbing your wand, and finally getting her to stop, you step out of the dorm with Angelina and head down to the common room to meet your date. 
George was at the bottom of the staircase awaiting you, rocking back and forth on his heels with Fred at his side. He didn’t have much to wear for his date, much of his wardrobe consisted of his school uniforms, so did his best with a white t-shirt and black pants. When he sees you coming down the stairs with Angelina, his heart does a flip, he unconsciously runs a hand through his hair and  straightens his shirt. “Hey George.” You greet wrapping the tall boy in a hug. 
“H-hey.” George manages to murmur. He mentally curses himself, why was he so nervous? It’s not like they haven’t hugged before. 
Fred gives him a look, “Oh, right. Orchideous!” George chants, and a small bouquet springs through the tip of his wand. “For you, love.” He smiles down, holding the bouquet to you. You flush a bright pink. “Aw, thanks Georgie!” You bring the flowers to your nose and inhale the sweet fragrance before transfiguring a vase and placing the flowers inside, “Hey Ange, could you bring these up for me?” You ask glancing back at your best friend. “ ‘course y/n, now go enjoy your date.” She laughs, pushing you forwards lightly and picking up the vase. George grins and offers his arm to you. “Shall we?” You smile, grabbing his arm. “C’mon George!” You laugh, pulling him out of the common room. 
The two of you head out to the courtyard to get your slips checked before beginning the walk to Hogsmeade Village, trying to make each other smile the whole way there. “And that’s how I almost got Ron to make the unbreakable vow with me and Fred.” He explains nonchalantly. Your mouth drops open. “The unbreakable vow? Jeez George, you were hardcore.” You state, slightly impressed, but also slightly frightened. George laughs before changing the subject. “Hey, how’d you get into quidditch?” The edges of your lips pull up into a large grin. “My mom’s been playing it since she went to Hogwarts, she’s the one who taught me to fly, you know. Sometimes she’d sit on the broom with me and she’d show me how to play quidditch. I loved all of it so much, but beater’s always been my favourite position. I’ve wanted to try out for the team before, but I didn’t think I was good enough.” You shrug. George rolls his eyes. “That’s absolute bullock, you’re amazing darling.” He compliments, taking your hand in his and squeezing it. You squeeze back. “Thank you. Now what about you, how did you discover your love for quidditch?” The two of you reach The Three Broomsticks as George wraps up his story, you found it adorable that George got jealous of his brother’s when they’d fly around the backyard, so when he finally learned to fly and play quidditch, he never wanted to touch down again, well until his mum made him of course. The two of you laugh over butterbeers. Sharing secrets and stories, enjoying the comfortable feel of each other’s presence and the warmth of the cozy pub. By the time your glasses were empty, the sun had set a bit and the sky had turned a light pink. “We should probably head back.” You sigh with a small frown, not wanting the night to end. “Ah, ah, ah love, I’ve got a surprise for you.” George grins mischievously. You cock your eyebrow, but follow George out of the pub and in the direction of Black Lake. “Now cover your eyes for me darling.” He asks, turning back to you. You roll your eyes, but oblige, bringing your hands up to your face. “You aren’t planning on pushing me into the lake are you?” You worry, knowing George was an infamous prankster. George chuckles, taking your hand. “No love… At least not today.” He smirks, and you push him slightly with your shoulder. He continues to guide you towards the lake, and the scent of the water and moss around you gets stronger. George pauses and takes a deep breath. “Alright y/n, you can look now.” You lift your hands from your face and slowly open your eyes, excitement evident on your face. You refocus after having your eyes closed for so long and gasp at the sight in front of you.
George had led you to the most beautiful picnic you had ever seen. A blanket was laid on the grass, along with a thick quilt on top of it, a cute brown basket was placed in the center, along with floating candles that adorned the sky around you. 
“I hope you like it, I wanted this date to be perfect, and-” You cut him off. “George, this is more than perfect, I love it!” Your arms find themselves wrapped around him again as you breathe in his familiar, warm scent and sigh at the feeling of his strong arms encircling you again. “I’m glad.” He smiles down at you. You blush at the close proximity of your faces and though you don’t realize it at first, you start to lean forwards. George notices this and flushes redder than his hair, his heart racing as he leans in as well. As your lips brush his, a strong gust of wind blows past you and you feel a shiver run through your body, and you pull back. “B-bloody hell, I didn’t think It’d be this chilly.” You comment, rubbing your hands down your arms for a bit of warmth. George, still blushing, regains his train of thought. “Oh, good thing I packed for the occasion.” He rushes over to the picnic basket and pulls out two jumpers. “Here.” He hands you a red, knitted sweater with a ‘G’ on the front. You smile gratefully and tug it on, loving the feeling of the sweater engulfing you. You sit down on the blanket and wrap the quilt around your shoulders. You look up to see George still standing, gazing at you, admiring how adorable you were in his sweater. “Well, come on then!” You tease opening your arms to him. George’s smile widens as he takes a seat next to you, smiling as you wrap the quilt around his shoulders too and snuggle closer to him. 
You get settled in between George’s legs, his arms wrapping around your torso and his chin on your shoulder before asking, “What else have to got in the basket?” He grabs the basket and tugs it towards you. “I packed sandwiches, treacle tarts, some sweets and a bottle of pumpkin juice.” He lists off on his fingers. You smile, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. “Delicious, how did you know these were my favourite?” You tease, taking another bite. “I noticed you eat them a lot at lunch, so I figured they were my best bet.” George smiles, grabbing his own sandwich, the two of you eat in comfortable silence. As you pour yourself some pumpkin juice, you smile thinking of the wonderful time you were having. “This day has been amazing George.” You look over at him shyly. “Thank you.” you press a kiss on his cheek. The red-head’s eyes light up, like a kid on Christmas morning, a rosy blush blossoming on his face. “Of course darling, only the best for you.” He wraps his arms tighter around your body and takes a deep breath. You look over to him, your eyebrows knitting together in concern, “are you alright?” You ask, cupping a hand on his cheek, searching his eyes for discomfort. George only smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing your palm. “Thank you y/n.” Your eyes fill with confusion. “For what Georgie?” Your thumb runs over his cheeks a couple times. “For being here with me, listening to my dreams, and listening to me speak in general.” He sighs out. “For most of my life, people have only seen me as ‘one of the twins’ I’ve never been seen as my own person, but then you come into my life and make me realize I’m not just ‘one of the Weasley twins’ I’m me, George Weasley, you make me feel seen.” He admits, eyes full of honesty. You feel yourself well with tears as George continues. “You’re an amazing person y/n, and I don’t think I can go another day without asking you.” He presses his forehead against yours. “Will you be my girl?” You feel a couple of tears escape your eyes as you look into George’s beautiful brown orbs. A rush of happiness consumes you as you cup your other hand on your love’s face. “Yes George, yes. Of course I’ll be your girl.” You see his smile widen and his eyes glisten with joy before you pull his face closer and press a kiss to his lips, a month of accumulated love spilling through you. George grins into your lips, moving his hand to the back of your neck as he tilts his head for a better angle. The kiss was soft and slow, letting your emotions truly express themselves. He tasted of pumpkin juice and sweets, along with something you could only describe as purely George. perfect, you think to yourself. His lips moved in sync with yours in a passionate dance, the rush of sparks through your body weakening your senses until all you could feel was George, his lips against yours and his body flush against you. 
George finally pulls back from the kiss, keeping his forehead against yours and his eyes closed. “Wow.” is all he can manage to say, as he catches his breath. He couldn’t believe it, he kissed you. He really kissed you! He does his best to contain himself, but a giddy smile breaks through as he opens his eyes again to your gorgeous e/c eyes, full of happiness. “Best. Night. Ever.” He states pressing quick kisses to your lips in between each word. “Does this mean I can kiss you all the time now?” He questions innocently, a small pout on his face. You roll your eyes. “Of course love.” You laugh happily as he peppers kisses all over your face. “George!” You scold with a grin as he starts to kiss down your jawline. He pulls back, a smirk on his face “What?” He teases pressing another kiss to your jaw. Admiring your pink face, flushed from laughter and love, he sighs through his nose and buries his face into the crook of your neck again. You kiss his head before relaxing into him. “I can’t wait for my future with you.” You comment quietly, snuggling closer to George’s broad chest. You feel him grin into your neck happily. “I like the sound of that.” He murmurs. “Our future together.” 
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nebulablakemurphy · 4 years ago
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Freckles
Pairing: Auror!Ron x Muggleborn!Reader
Words: 1.1k+
Set in present day, because I ignored the fact that cell phones wouldn’t have been invented yet in cannon. If you could ignore that too, I’d appreciate it. 😂
Written for @hufflefluff-writer’s challenge with the prompt “shh, go back to bed.” Congrats on your now 400 followers! 🥳
Summary: Ron gets sent away on an auror mission and Y/N misses him terribly.
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It’s been two months. Two months of newly wed bliss, before Ron receives his first extended auror mission. The projected leave time is about a week. Which won’t seem nearly as long if you both utilize the goodbye present you’re about to give him.
“What’s this?” Ron asks, holding up the mobile telephone.
“It’s a cell phone.” You explain. “This is what I used to talk to my parents while I was away at school.”
“Oh,” Ron pauses for a beat. “That makes a bit more sense now.”
“What did you think I was doing?” You wonder, arching a brow.
“Well, when you see a bird talking to herself, you don’t interrupt.” Ron reasons, a soft pink blush beginning to bloom across his cheeks.
“How thoughtful.” You let out a laugh.
“But why not just use owls?”
“With these it only takes a couple seconds to go from me,” you look down at the screen of your cell. Typing a rather cheeky message to Ron’s new phone number and pressing send, to demonstrate.
He watches in awe as the phone vibrates to life in his palm.
“To you.” You smile, having proved your point. “Much faster than an owl.”
Ron turns the black handheld over, inspecting it thoroughly. “How does it work?”
“That’s it’s own sort of magic.” You reply, moving forward to run both hands through his fiery hair. “But mostly towers. That’s why in some places you won’t have good service.”
“Right,” he nods, still clearly confused. “Service.”
“It just means the phone won’t work well, crummy reception.”
Ron chuckles, “we should get one of these for my Dad. Christmas present maybe.”
“I’ll add it to the list.” You assure him.
“And no one else can see these messages, right?” Ron inquires, squinting at the screen between you.
“Well there are conspiracy theorists who believe all interactions are being monitored by government agents.” You can’t help but laugh. “I like to think mine is a middle aged man named Jerry, who gets flustered and has to remove his headset from time to time.”
Ron’s eyes grow comically wide, “that’s mental.”
“That’s why it’s called a conspiracy.” You point out.
“Still rubbish that I have to miss your birthday.” He frowns, brushing a bit of stray hair away from your face.
“Your family has it covered. You made sure of that.” He’s a wonderful husband. Truly you couldn’t have asked for anyone better than Ron.
He nods, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “You’ll have breakfast in bed, full spread for lunch, a giant cake, loads of presents.” Ron draws in a deep breath, “and I’ll be back before you know it.”
You shrug, affording him a grin. “I miss you already.”
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In the morning, a soft buzzing from the bedside table greets you, in place of your husband.
The waiting text reads, -Good Morning, love. It’s Ron.-
You smile widely at the message. -Good Morning, Ron.-
His response comes in seconds, -You were right, much faster than an owl. This is Ron again, by the way.-
-Hi Ron again. I’m always right, and you don’t have to announce yourself every time. The number is saved in my contacts.-
-Brilliant, I was wondering how the phone knew it was you. Thought it might have been the government agent.-
-I never should’ve told you about Jerry lol.- You snicker at the words.
-Y/N?-
-Yes?-
-What’s lol?-
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It’s been three days. Ron’s getting better at texting, for the most part.
On a whole, the hours seem to tick by at a snail’s pace. Leaving you feeling particularly antsy and lonely in your flat. Finally you decide to head off to the burrow early. Hoping it will ease your mind a bit.
The burrow has always given you a sense of peace. The wall clock, with outdated pictures of Ron, and the rest of the Weasley children. The scent of your mother-in-law’s cooking and the warn, beige, sofa in the family room. Just beside the wizard chess set; the one you would play with Ron for hours on end.
Ron
Suddenly the sea of red hair and freckles is no longer the calming force you’re accustomed to. Now a steady, sinking loneliness takes its place. Because none of these freckles are his freckles.
You force yourself to stay seated. Giving Arthur a full rundown of modern Muggle technology. Until Molly calls you, and the rest of the family, for supper.
“That was delicious.” You say, patting the napkin at the corner of your mouth.
“Thank you, dear. Would you like seconds?” Molly smiles, springing into action. Her hands resting on the edge of your plate, prepared to bring another serving.
“No thank you, I’m stuffed.” You shake your head.
“Are you sure?” Her brows knit together. “You look a bit peaky.”
“I’m just tired.” You force a smile. “I think I’ll head to bed early.”
“Oh alright.” Mrs. Weasley waves her hands at you. “But don’t even think of apparating back to your flat, young lady. Tomorrow is your birthday, it’s going to be celebrated properly.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you assure her.
Bidding them all a good night, you excuse yourself. Trekking up to Ron’s old room; walls still covered in Chudley Cannons posters. The old oak dresser in the corner still missing wood, where you’d carved out your initials. You lie down in the bed that still smells faintly of Ron; and cry yourself to sleep.
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You wake to a soft jostling near your feet, slowly making its way upward. The mattress dipping beneath the newfound weight.
It smells of floo powder and spearmint toothpaste and- “Ron?” You murmur sleepily.
“Shh, go back to bed.” He whispers, pecking a kiss to your cheek as strong arms envelope you. Pulling you back securely to his chest.
“Ron!” You exclaim, realizing that you’re not dreaming. Flipping over awkwardly to face him. “How are you here? I thought-“
“Pipe down ya lunatic! We finished up early, they sent me home.” Ron laughs, as you pepper his face with kisses.
“That’s great news.” You smile, continuing your assault over the bridge of his nose.
“What’re you doing?”
“Saying hello to my freckles,” you explain. “I’ve missed them.”
A chuckle rumbles out from his chest, “the freckles will be here in the morning.”
“Yes, but I want them now Ron.” You grumble.
“Alright,” Ron sighs, with a shake of his head. Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieves his phone. Powering it off and setting it on the nightstand; searching for yours to do the same.
“What are you doing?” You ask in amusement, as he commandeers the device hiding under your pillow.
“Jerry doesn’t need to hear this,” Ron murmurs. Settling his hands on either side of your head and leaning down for a kiss.
You’ve been separated long enough, no government agent is going to come between you now.
Tags: @bforbroadway @summer-writes @lupins-sweater @chaotic-fae-queen @a-mexican-waffle @obsessedwithrandomthings @siriusly-addicted-to-writing
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sincerelyasomebody · 4 years ago
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For This Moment || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman
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A/N: Grammatical errors are expected, took a few days to write this. Kept getting distracted. Added background-ish info on Sad Eyes. Tried to mix in what has been mentioned on the show and what I came up with. Please let me know if changes need to be made with the Spanish translations. 
Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader 
Summary: Everything happens for a reason. 
Warnings: fluff, friendzone(d), language, 
Word Count: 2716
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The sheer joy on the children's faces and the sound of their laughter, as they watched Principal Nichols be dunked in a water tank, was definitely going to be a highlight for this year's Freeridge Elementary Fun Fair. (Y/N) cheered with them as he was met with a pie to the face, exiting the tank, from his wife Lois. She laughed when a few of her colleagues ambushed the pair with silly string. 
A great way to officially declare the fair to be open. 
(Y/N) maneuvered her way through the crowd, saying quick 'hello's to the parents of her students, and walked up the pathway leading into the school hall. The space had been split into two areas – hers was the booth of prizes with Kira and Lyall, the music teachers. Instead of the multiple game booths having their own set prizes, winners of the games would be given a token. The amount of tokens won equated to what kind of prize you could get. On the other side of the hall was face painting which Rachel, David and Connor, all fifth grade teachers, were in charge of. This would be (Y/N)'s first time in charge of a booth and she was bubbling with excitement. As a past pupil of the elementary, she was happy to know that the fun fair was still going. Only this time more planning, effort and funding was put into it. The hall was beginning to fill up with those wanting to get their face painted, so she decided to look at the classroom photos from the past hung up on the walls. It didn't take long to spot the familiar second-grade classroom photo that hung up in her parents house. Her eyes scanned through the faces until they landed on the boy in the black button up shirt, khaki shorts and scuffed up shoes; Jose Guzman. 
A boy she hadn't really thought much of when the school year started. Until an incident involving both of them allowed an interaction to occur.
Mr Macks (a college student on placement) tried to entertain the students, while their teacher Mrs Robin left to do some photocopying, but it was proving to be difficult. Even more so when he stepped in to deal with a scuffle between three students. He sent them to the reading nook at the back of the class, with the message that Mrs Robin would talk to them when she got back. Then he focused his attention on the rest of the class.
(Y/N) held the drawing of her Poppa's garden, scribbled over with a marker, tightly to her chest as she sat beside the window. Bobby sat next to the library shelf, with his arms folded, and Jose sat in the space between them with legos in his hands.
All three of them knew they were trouble, they just didn't know how much trouble they were in.
"Bobby's a shithead," Jose whispered.
(Y/N)'s eyes widened, "that's a bad word!" She looked over at Mr. Macks who continued to read to the class, "you're gonna get in more trouble!"
"Are you gonna tell on me?"
"No." He gave her a nod, "good."
"Okay if I don't tell on you, you can't tell on me."
"Why would I tell on you?"
She looked at Bobby, "because he's not a shithead, he's an asshole."
They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into giggles, their hands quickly covering their mouths. However, this caught the attention of Bobby, who glared at the pair, "you're not allowed to talk."
"You're not allowed to talk," mocked Jose, "shut up, asshole."
(Y/N) giggled and looked over at Bobby's face, "yeah, shut your face shithead."
"Your mama played you when she put that big ass bow on your head," (Y/N) turned around and was met with a smirk, "Lyla teased you the whole day."
Jose 'Sad Eyes' Guzman. 
No longer the boy in the picture, but a man.
"I had a sore head and she got a bleeding nose," responded (Y/N) with a shrug. 
Before he could reply, (Y/N) was called back over to her booth. A line had formed and those waiting were getting antsy. She gave her old friend a smile and then dashed back to where she was stationed. Quickly checking over the prizes and helping those in front of her choose what they wanted. When (Y/N) had been offered a job at her old elementary, she immediately packed up her life in San Diego and moved back to Freeridge. Despite San Diego being her home all throughout college and two years post graduation, Freeridge would always hold a special place in her heart. Upon returning she had moved into an apartment a few blocks away from the school and also her parents home. Moving back felt different, but a good kind of different. She was surprised that the interaction with Sad Eyes (she was unsure if she had a right to call him by his government name) wasn't awkward, considering the way their last interaction had ended. But, (Y/N) concluded that they had both grown since then. 
Exchanging tokens for prizes, chatting with some more parents (mostly discussing their child/ren's progress) and grabbing more prizes from behind the stage was beginning to take a toll on the woman. Thankfully, the fair was almost over - just another hour or so, before the staff and parent helpers would pack everything up. With the prize booth looking a bit empty, she decided to take a walk.
"I'll be back to help pack up," she told Lyall and smirked when his focus was on Kira, talking to a group of her students, "ask her out." 
He gave her an eye roll, "get outta here." With a laugh, she moved in front of the booth and walked out of the hall. A bouncy castle on the front field caught her attention, but she stayed away from it when she noticed the clown printed on the front. She followed the smell of (food) which brought her to the junior courtyard of the school. Buying herself two and a (drink), she sat herself down at an empty table. She ate and drank, enjoying the somewhat peaceful atmosphere. Her eyes scanned her surroundings and just happened to land on Sad Eyes. She stood up when she noticed he was cradling his hand in the other. Catalina, his sister, walking beside him. She threw her rubbish away and walked up to them.
"What happened?" 
He shook his head, "nothing, I'm fine." 
Catalina scoffed, "dumbass punched the button for Oso to be dunked and now it's most likely bruised," she then smiled at (Y/N), "lookin' good, chica." She then nudged her brother, "tell her she looks good, idiota." 
Laughing, (Y/N) shook her head, "thanks, Lina, I'll take it from here." She was met with a smile and nod, before the young woman walked off. (Y/N) gestured for him to follow her. They walked into the front office and made a right turn into the sick bay. (Y/N) had him sit on one of the bunks. Gently taking his hand into hers, she looked it over, "it's not swelling up, so it doesn't appear that anything's broken, probably bruised like Lina said." She turned around and grabbed an ice-pack from the refrigerator, wrapping it in a towel and placed it on the hand, "here you go." 
He smiled at her, "thanks bubs."
The sound of her old nickname mixed with the situation at hand, caused a reminiscent wave to wash over her. 
"I guess it's official," (Y/N) gently placed the cloth wrapped ice-pack on Jose's shoulder, "congrats, how do you feel?"
Gently laying back on the couch, he winced as another ice-pack was placed on his stomach, "siento que me voy a desmayer." "
"Jose."
He laughed, but quickly stopped, "mierda!" (Y/N) handed over the ibuprofen and a cup of water. Gulping it down quickly, he handed the empty cup back, "I was kidding."
She snatched the cup and put it on the coffee table, "better be… but you feel any different?"
"I guess the only difference is that I know my Ma and Lina will be taken care of if anything happens to me."
(Y/N) flicked his forehead, "don't say shit like that," smirking she looked at him, "Mama G's gonna kick your ass."
"She's gonna kick both our asses," he looked at her, "I got jumped in and you skipped a day," a smirk appeared on his face, "not a good look on your college application, Miss (L/N)." "
"Shut up."
He reached out and squeezed her hand, "kidding, bubs, you'll be accepted in whatever college you want."
"You think so?"
"With your grades, extra curricular activities and the recommendation letters you're gonna get? Kind of hard not too," he replied, "but, you've got time until the application process."
She nodded, "yeah," shifting on the couch, she smiled, "so, have you got a street name?"
"Yeah."
Looking at him expectantly, "well, what is it?"
"Sad Eyes."
(Y/N) gave him a smile, "no worries, Sad Eyes." 
He sighed, "Sad Eyes?"
"It's your name," she pointed out and gently removed her hand from his, "you can stay in here, but I've gotta help with the pack up." Just as she stepped back, he got to his feet, "Sad Eyes just –" 
"Jose, (Y/N)," he cut her off, "okay? Not Sad Eyes."
"Everyone else calls –" 
"You're not everyone else, bubs." His eyes locked with the (colour) orbs, he was familiar with, "when it comes to you, I'm Jose." 
"Alright, then, Jose," she laughed when he gave her a goofy grin, "you staying here or what?" 
He walked through the door, "let's pack some shit up." 
She followed after him. The junior courtyard was filled with parents and teachers alike packing up the tables and chairs. They made small talk along the way. Entering through the side doors, she hurried over to help Lyall take down the leftover prizes and place them into boxes. Anything that was in good condition would be kept for next year's fun fair. Kira carried the boxes onto the stage. (Y/N) took over sweeping the hall with Rachel because David and Connor were using the brooms as swords. Jose tried to help, but (Y/N) didn't want him to injure his hand even more. Her coworkers didn't seem bothered with having a Santos member in close proximity. Once everything was cleaned and packed away, Kira and Lyall made their way to the staffroom where a lunch was held to say thank you to the staff and parents for their help.
(Y/N) decided to opt out of the lunch, when Connor, David and Kira joined the pair and asked if she was coming along. Parent-Teacher conferences were coming up soon and she wanted to make sure her classroom was all set up for it. As it was her first official year teaching (after graduation she worked as a learning support member to gain a bit more experience 'cause she felt she needed to do more groundwork) she wanted to make sure it was presentable. 
"It doesn't look like anything's changed," commented Jose, as he followed (Y/N) into their old second-grade classroom, and put his ice-pack on her desk.
She laughed, "yeah, just a few things to keep up with the new generation," she walked over to the reading nook, "remember this?" 
This time he laughed, "how could I forget? Bobby was and still is an asshole and a shithead," he shook his head, "can't believe Mrs Robin made us write him apology letters, even when he was the one who started the whole fight." 
"He was her favourite," replied (Y/N), as she rearranged a few books, "but, I didn't mind 'cause I made a new friend that day." 
A silence fell between the duo, but she didn't think anything of it. She moved through the classroom straightening up things as she passed by. Jose watched her and couldn't help but smile. He couldn't deny that he missed her when she moved away for college. Being involved with the gang allowed him to be a part of a brotherhood and he was so caught up in it that he didn't recognise that he was pushing her away. 
Until it was too late.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." 
She immediately stopped what she was doing and turned around, "what?" Realising what he was apologising for, she shook her head, "Jose it's fine. It was years ago." 
"That doesn't make it okay," he replied, "if I could go back and fix everything, I would." 
(Y/N) stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, staring at the Santos party across the street. She watched as the party-goers laughed and danced to the music. Her heart sank at the sight of Jose with his arm wrapped around a girl. Spooky noticed her and shouted, "(Y/N)!" With the call of her name, Jose looked up. He quickly got up from where he was and walked to where she stood, a bright smile on his face.
"Are you gonna stand there or come and join the party?" he laughed.
She bit her bottom lip, "no… I just – uh, Lina told me where you would be," her eyes drifted over to the party and then back to him, "after we waited for an hour for you to show up."
His eyebrows furrowed, "show up for what?" 
"My birthday dinner," (Y/N) explained, "just finished actually, the celebratory mood kinda died when Lina let it slip that Spooky was also throwing a party," she kicked at the curb, "not a surprise that your priorities have changed, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less."
"(Y/N) I –"
"I get it. But, it wasn't just a birthday dinner you missed. It was the fact that I announced that I'm graduating," she blinked back the tears, "at the top of my class. And, I wanted to make sure everyone that helped me along the way knew how much they meant to me, you know? It fucking sucked 'cause the one who has always supported my venture outside of Freeridge promised they'd never switch up… and then switched up."
Jose moved to hug her, but she held up her hands. He watched as she wiped her eyes and looked at him with her (colour) eyes. The (colour) eyes that always allowed him to know what she was feeling, when the words didn't leave her mouth.
"(Y/N) –"
"Whatever, enjoy the rest of your night, Sad Eyes."
And with that, she walked off.
"Unfortunately, time travel hasn't been invented yet, so you can't go back. But, that's okay." She stepped towards him, "I wouldn't want you too. I'm sorry as well. For ignoring all of your calls. If I could go back, I would pick up every single one and answer." She wrapped her arms around him, "I missed you, Jose." 
He kissed her head, "I missed you too, (Y/N). 
They held each other close. Jose rubbed his hands up and down her back, loving the feeling of having her back in his arms. (Y/N) breathed in his scent and squeezed him tighter. She listened to the rhythmn of his heart, before stepping back to look at him. He smiled at her, hands still caressing her back. 
All of a sudden the atmosphere shifted. 
His hands wandered down to her waist giving it a gentle squeeze, while hers gently gripped his arms. Slowly, their faces inched towards each other until their lips touched. Jose trailed up a hand to the back of her head to deepen the kiss, (Y/N) happily accepted it, hands moving to wrap around his neck. 
"Been wanting to do that since you punched Bobby in the face," he commented once they broke apart.
"That's interesting, 'cause I've wanted to do that since you poured the bucket of legos over his head."
Jose kissed her nose, forehead touching hers, "gotta be some full circle kinda shit, querida." 
"Yeah, it's gotta be," (Y/N) replied and pulled him back in for a kiss. 
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Spanish Translation(s):
Chica - girl
Idiota - idiot
Siento que me voy a desmayer - I feel like I'm going to pass out
Mierda - shit
Querida - honey
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wonhosbuttflower · 5 years ago
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The Quidditch Aftermath
Pairing: Gryffindor San x Slytherin Reader (gender neutral)
Genre: Fluff (with an argument in the middle, though I don't think you could call it angst)
Words: 2.9k
Summary: After a Quidditch match gone wrong, you and San end up arguing about it.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first time writing this kinda of thing, so please bare with me :)
I'm really nervous about actually posting something I've written, but I had so much fun writing this that I just wanted to put it out there and maybe someone else will have fun reading it too ^^
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'I'm glad he's okay.', Jongho lets out in low, dragged voice as the four of you make your way out of the Hospital Wing.
'Heey, c'mon, man. It's not your fault. Even he recognises that.', Wooyoung assures him, putting his arm around his friend.
'Of course he's okay, Jong... The fall wasn't even that bad. Besides, Woo is right, it wasn't your fault.', it's your turn to assure your friend now. You put your own arm over Wooyoung's resting over Jongho's shoulders.
'It's not like you meant to hurt him... You did your job well, Jones was just... kind of dumb... trying to avoid the Bludger.', you add almost in whisper. Wooyoung lets out a loud laugh. Seonghwa gives you a somewhat disapproving look.
'What? I'm sorry but it's true! I mean, I'm not saying he's dumb in general... I'm just saying he made a dumb choice.', you try to defend yourself. Wooyoung laughs harder. You can see a shadow of a smile creeping up on Jongho's face, which makes you happy and a little proud of yourself.
'Fair enough.', Seonghwa says, shrugging his shoulders and smirking. 'I guess it was kind of dumb of him... He could've avoided that ridiculous fall.', he adds.
'You really think so?', Jongho asks him, hopeful.
'Of course, Jong. Y/N/N and Wooyoung are right... This wasn't your fault. Even Jones told you that.', Seonghwa tells him.
'You can't blame yourself for this. You even came here to apologise to him, which is more than most people would do. These accidents happen all the time in Quidditch... You know that better than anyone. Remember when you hit that post and had to stay in the Hospital Wing for like three days?', you let out.
'Outch. Yes, still hurts to think about that.', Jongho says, lost in his thoughts.
'Right, but you didn't blame Adams for it... Even though he was the one who sent that Bludger your way.', you add.
'Well, of course not. I mean, Adams is cool... I know he didn't mean to hurt me, he just had to stop me.', he agrees.
'Exactly!', you and Seonghwa let out at the same time. You punch Jongho's shoulders lightly, in an affectionate way.
'Oh. Yeah, you have a point. And Jones didn't seem too upset about it, honestly... Which is a good sign, I guess.', Jongho says.
'Dude, it was barely even a fall okay? He doesn't even have to spend the night there. I've had worse injuries from classes, Jong. Honestly, don't even worry about it.', Wooyoung says.
'He does have a point... I mean, remember the explosion during Potions?', you ask, making everyone start laughing at the memory.
Of course, you and Wooyoung were in the same class, so you were there to witness the moment. Neither Seonghwa nor Jongho were your classmates though, since the first one was in the year above yours, and the latter in the year below. But the four of you became close friends through being in the Quidditch Team together, so they knew the story all too well. You were all together laughing in the corridor when you notice someone moving your way.
'Oh, there's Choi... Do you think he's too upset about losing?', Wooyoung teases using a low enough volume so that the newcomer can't hear his comment all the way from where he is. They are friends, after all. You and your teammates share a playful smile.
'Y/L/N!', San shouts from his place.
'Oh, he doesn't sound too happy, that's for sure.', Seonghwa comments, giving you a smirk.
'Hey, Choi. Great catch during the game, by the way.', Jongho greets San once he's standing next to your group.
'Yeah, it really was... Shame it didn't really change anything in the end.', Wooyoung says ironically, taunting San. You can't help the smirk that forms on your face. It's nothing new, really... You always tease each other about Quidditch, but you're all still friends despite your differences. But, friends or not, San shoots daggers at Wooyoung after his comment, and then at you, probably noticing your amusement at the remark.
'Don't mind Wooyoung... He's just teasing you.', Seonghwa intervenes. 'You did play really great, Choi, congrats.', he adds, genuinely.
He's not wrong. Gryffindor did loose against you, but it was because the Chasers were rubbish and the Keeper was too easy for you and your friends to beat... But despite that, San really was an amazing Quidditch player. By far the best on his team, and all the games they did win were thanks to him. He was also the best Seeker in school, even better than your own... But Slytherin was lucky enough to have really strong players in the other positions, making yours the best team. No one could argue that. Even though you had had enough points in advance to win today's match, San had still caught the Snitch, and in a spectacular move too.
'At least we don't need to knock other players off to win.', San lets out.
'San!', you cry out his name. You can't believe he said that. He knows Jongho... He knows he didn't do it on purpose and that he must feel bad for it. You can see Jongho looking hurt and you blame San for throwing him back down after you three had just barely gotten him back up. 'Shut up!', you add almost right away.
'I guess that's why you never win, then.', Wooyoung shoots back at San, annoyed at his comment. You can't help but agree with Woo, San had this one coming his way.
'That's enough, Wooyoung.', Seonghwa steps in, warning his friend. 'Hmm, I guess we should go now, before someone says something else they'll regret.', he adds. You also agree with him.
'Fine. We have a victory party to prepare anyway...', Wooyoung lets out in a teasing tone, looking straight into San's eyes with an angry and defiant expression. 'C'mon, Jongho.', he says, pulling his friend along.
'Goodbye, Choi. And I'm sorry for Jones, I really am.', you hear Jongho say as he gets dragged away by Wooyoung. San just stares at them, not saying anything, not reacting. And for some reason that just makes you more mad at him.
'C'mon, Y/N.', Wooyoung calls out for you to follow them.
'You guys go ahead... I'll meet you back at the Common Room. I need to have a word with this one first.', you tell them, gesturing towards San with your head. You don't even bother looking at him.
'Are you sure? We can wait, if you want.', Seonghwa asks you.
'I'm sure... Thanks, Hwa.', you assure him.
'Okay, we'll see you later, then, Y/N.', he says before starting to make his way down the corridor with the other two. You turn to face San, giving him an angry look.
'Now, us. What the hell was that all about? Why would you say that in front of Jongho? You know damn well he didn't do it on purpose! He feels terrible about it and we had just gotten him to see that it wasn't his fault... And you ruined that, you made him feel even worse!', you let out all at once, angrily.
'But it was his fault. He knocked Jones off of his broom!', he lets out.
'No... He sent a Bludger at Jones, and Jones is the one who got all clumsy and flew straight into the Bludger's trajectory!', you set him straight. 'Jongho is a Beater... He was just doing his job. It's not his fault Jones was an idiot.', you add.
'The guy is in the Hospital Wing, for Merlin's beard!', he lets out.
'So what? We've all been there after matches or practices... That's Quidditch for you, it's not exactly an easy, friendly sport, it's fast and it can be quite violent sometimes, that's just how it is. Besides, he wasn't even that hurt... He said so himself. You know, just now when we came to check up on him and Jongho apologised to him for the accident. Which is exactly what it was, an accident.', you tell him.
'Maybe he's not that bad but he could've been seriously hurt!', San lets out impatiently.
'But he wasn't, was he? So why are you going around being a jerk to Jongho for something that could have happened, but didn't?', you accuse him.
'I... I didn't...', he starts but you cut him off.
'Why do you even care anyways? You don't even like Jones that much... You're always going on about annoying he is.', you shoot at him.
'Well, that doesn't really matter, does it? He's still my teammate.'
'Whatever... Are you even actually mad about Jones? Because I think this isn't about that, I think you're just mad because even though you caught the Snitch, you guys still lost to us.', you let him know.
'I don't care about that, Y/N.'
'Okay, now you're just straight up lying. We both know you wanted to win as bad as I did. It's not really your fault the rest of your team sucks.'
'Well, of course I wanted to win... Everybody likes to win but that's not what I meant. I'm not mad that you won, I'm mad at how you won.', he exclaims.
'I don't care why you're mad, San, that's not an excuse... You had no right to speak to Jongho like that. It's one thing to tease playfully, like we always do... It's another thing to be actually mean and hurtful just for the sake of being.', you tell him, still hurt.
'Hey, I wasn't the only one being mean now, was I?', he tries to defend himself.
'And Seonghwa told Wooyoung to shut the hell up, did he not?', you argue. 'But in his defence, you were the one who started it. You came straight up after Jongho and that was a jerk move. You know that. You actually hurt him and he did not deserve that. He's your friend! Hell, he's my friend and I hate seeing him get pushed down.'
'Why are you only defending him, then? You didn't defend me in front of Wooyoung, did you? And I'm your friend too!', he lets out with a hurt look.
'Wooyoung wouldn't have said that if you hadn't attacked Jongho like that. Besides, Jong did nothing wrong to begin with... He only did his job. You would have done the exact same thing if you were in his place... If you were a Beater, you would knock Bludgers at any one of us and you know it.', you tell him.
'I could never do that...', he lets out.
'What?'
'I could never risk doing that to you, Y/N.', he almost whispers.
'Well, I guess that's why Slytherin will always win over Gryffindor then... Because we can separate our personal relationships from what happens on the pitch. It's a game and the fact that your friends are on the opposing team shouldn't stop you from doing what you need to do to win.', you say, maybe a little too coldly.
You didn't mean to attack him, it just came out like that. You can see he looks lost in thoughts and you wonder how to deescalate this whole thing. You have to try to say something to lighten up the mood.
'Well, that and... you know... our team is obviously better.', you add almost instantly in a much softer tone, flashing him a playful smirk.
'I guess I can't really argue with that.', he agrees, smiling slightly. 'I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be a jerk. I'll talk to them later and apologise to Jongho, okay? But I really don't want us to be mad over this.', he adds.
'Good... You should do that.', you tell him. 'And you know I can't actually stay mad at you. Also, I would punch Wooyoung if he ever actually hurt you. Or anyone else for that matter.', you add, smiling.
'I believe you!', he chuckles.
'So... do you want to tell me what this whole thing was really about or what? Because I know you and I'm pretty sure you're not actually mad at Jongho, or Wooyoung, or me.'
'I... I think I was just worried, honestly.'
'Worried? Worried about what, San?, you ask him.
'I don't know... I just don't like seeing you play. I saw Jones falling off his broom and all I could think of was that it could have been you.', he lets out in a low voice, his eyes stuck on the floor under his feet.
'You... were worried about me?', you let out, stepping closer to him to stand right in front of him.
Of course he worries about you, you're one of his good friends. You know that's what he means by that. If only he knew how you always worried about him, thought about him, cared about him. You didn't want him to know how you felt, you didn't want to ruin your friendship.
'Of course I worry about you... I could never stand to see you get hurt. I... I like you, Y/N.', San lets out in almost a whisper, looking up to you only after he finishes talking. You hope to Merlin he doesn't notice the flush of red warming up your cheeks.
'I understand, San... I couldn't see you get hurt either. We're friends so, you know, of course I like you too.', you say with a shy smile, hoping he doesn't see through your expression what you actually mean. 'I would hate to see something like that happening to you. But, you know, we all knew what we were getting ourselves into when we signed up for Quidditch Team, didn't we?', you add.
'What?', he asks, confused. He sighs deeply. 'No, Y/N. You don't get it... I actually like you.', he says. You freeze in your place.
'Wha... What?... What do you mean?', you stutter. He takes a deep breath before stepping forward, his face only a few inches away from yours. One of his hands cups your face, his thumb grazing your chin while his other hand rests on your back, just above your waist. You feel unable to move, holding your breath, your hearts about to beat its way out of your chest.
'This is what I mean.', he simply states before pressing his soft lips against yours. It's a sweet, quick kiss... One that leaves you wanting more. You don't know what to think or say. You just know you've never felt this way before. It's all so new and exciting.
'San...', his name escapes your mouth like a sigh. A good one. He smiles, still holding you tight, your chest against his. You can't help but smile as you notice how his eyes disappear and his cute dimples show up on his cheeks.
'I'll take that smile as a sign that you do get what I mean now. And... I suppose I can try that again...?', he half states, half asks. You nod slightly, agreeing with him.
He kisses you again, this time for longer. It's a more urgent and passionate kiss this time, as if the two of you melt into each other, trying to create something new. You smile into the kiss, as does him.
'Wow... I've been waiting for so damn long to do that.', he simply says when the moment finally stops, still smiling. You can't stop smiling yourself.
'So have I. Wish you had done it sooner.', you let out, making him laugh.
'Well, you could've done it too, no? You didn't have to wait for me to do it.', he jokes.
'Well, last time I checked, you're the Gryffindor, not me... You are supposed to be the brave one here!', you tease back and you both laugh. The hand he had cupping your face lets go of it and he reaches down to take you hand. You intertwine your fingers with his.
'Fair enough.', he agrees. 'Sorry I took so long.', he adds, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
'Hmm... San?'
'Yes, Y/N?'
'You know this doesn't change anything, right?', you question him, looking innocent. He raises his eyebrows at you, worried.
'What do you mean? Do you... not want to be with me?', he asks, genuinely scared that he read the situation wrong.
'No, no, no! That's not it... I do! I want that very much. I... I really, really like you, San.', you quickly assure him, smiling. He sighs slightly, relieved. 'But us... you know... being together... It doesn't change anything. I'll still keep kicking you pretty little ass at Quidditch.', you explain. He lets out the loudest laugh.
'So... You think my ass is pretty, uh?', he teases. You roll your eyes at him, laughing.
'Don't get full of yourself, okay? It's not a bad butt... But I've seen better.', you tease back.
'No, you haven't.', he tightens his grip around you, moving his free hand from your back to your waist.
'Okay, fine... maybe I haven't. But you still won't be able to distract me, Choi. We'll just keep winning.'
'I believe that, Y/L/N.', he says with a smile while his thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand. 'As long as you don't get hurt doing it, I think I don't even mind losing to you that much.', he tells you sweetly.
'Well, that makes winning over you less fun, then.', you pout at him overdramatically.
'Hey, I didn't say I'd go easy on you. I still want to win.', he defends himself with a chuckle.
'Now that's better. Well, I'm a Chaser, so I won't exactly knock you off your broom... But I can't make any promises about Jongho, so you better be careful on the pitch. I'd really hate to have to visit you in the Hospital Wing.', you joke. 'Don't... Oh, please, don't tell him I said that. I was joking. It really was an accident.', you quickly add, making San laugh at your awkwardness.
'Don't worry... It'll be our little secret.', he says, kissing your forehead.
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A/N: As this is my first "work" of this kind, I would really appreciate any thoughts and critiques you would like to share with me because I really wish to improve my stories and writing, so all opinions all more than welcome and my dms are always open ^^
Thank you so much for reading this little story and I honestly really, really hope you enjoyed it :)
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As they say, a picture paints 1000 words.
Earlier today I saw a really cool concept shared on Twitter. Shea Serrano had a Getty photo of LeBron James’ clutch shot from Monday’s Cavaliers/Wizards NBA game. He then proceeded to break down the image and write exactly 1000 words about it (you can read his article here).
This is a hugely interesting concept, as not only do you get to analyse the image, but you have to really hone your writing skills to make the comment exactly 1000 words. So I thought I’d give it a go – mainly to challenge myself. For my piece, I’ve chosen a photo that makes me smile and should break down easily enough to write about.
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Thanks to Spacesuit Media for letting me use this, you can find their website and more about them on my current clients page. Photo taken by Shiv Gohil at the 2016 Le Mans 24 Hours - June 2016. 
Now I’m no journalist or professional writer, nor are my Photoshop skills anything to write home about, so this will probably be a bit rubbish, but I’ll give it a go! Here we go. 1000 words starting now:
The Man Himself
If you’re into motorsport, (or even if you’re not) you’ve most likely heard the Senna name. Be it Ayrton or Bruno, the iconic surname is branded into every racefan’s brain.
This motorsport moment features the latter Senna, Bruno. In 2016, he secured himself a seat in the FIA World Endurance Championship, racing with RGR Sport by Morand. Being a full season entry in WEC automatically gave the Mexican outfit a grid spot at one of the endurance calendar’s best loved races – the 24 Heures du Mans. So you can understand why he’s smiling. The Le Mans race is essentially a weeklong celebration of all things endurance racing and here you can see Bruno enjoying the driver’s parade which goes through the town of Le Mans itself. Armed with a Sharpie and ‘hero cards’, a driver is ready for any autograph or photo opportunity that comes their way – even if they’re dressed as silly English K-nig-hts.
The 84th running of the race was Bruno’s first time competing in a prototype since driving an Oreca in 2009. And while the rest of the world was busy focusing on the tragic end to Toyota’s epic race, the RGR squad were putting in a top-ten finish. Senna, alongside Filipe Alburquerque and Ricardo Gonzalez finished 15th overall but that’s 10th in class. You might say ‘that’s not that impressive’ but remember that the 24 hours is a tricky beast to tame, and though Bruno had previously driven Le Mans on three separate occasions he only managed to finish once. That 10th place is looking better now eh? Especially when you consider the sheer talent in the LMP2 field. 23 cars, over 60 drivers and 10 former Le Mans winners. As it happens, Signatech Alpine team found the perfect combination of talent, determination and luck and crossed the line first in class. Congrats to Nicolas Lapierre, Gustavo Menezes and Stephane Richelmi.
Knights of the Realm
This isn’t something you see every day. A bunch of grown men dressed in silly costumes? You’d be forgiven for thinking this was a student night out somewhere. It is however, just another day in Le Mans build-up week. Where nutters from all over the world (I am happy to count myself as one of them) come together to make up a weird and wonderful crowd.
There’s varying levels of commitment in this bunch – I am thoroughly impressed by the guy at the back who’s gone and got a helmet and everything. In contrast, his mate on the left who seemingly thought that nobody would notice if he just used the hood from his jacket. Come on man, you won’t be finding the holy grail looking like that. Though he does seem to have a strange, grey growth coming out of his shoulder – I got confused trying to work out whose sword that was. Don’t you just love the mind tricks that photos can play?
Let’s talk about the guy on the left for a minute. He might be taking his role a little too seriously. Everyone else looks happy and like they’re having fun. That guy looks like he’s stumbled straight out of an action movie via a Monty Python prop cupboard. It’s a very Vinnie Jones face. Does Vinnie like endurance racing? Has he ever been to Le Mans? Would someone go ask him please?
The Clearly Happy French(?) Man
When I say the words ‘Typical French Man’, what images spring to mind? If you said beret, striped shirt, red scarf and oodles of onions, clearly you’re not alone in your thinking. Whoever this man is, I applaud him for sticking to his French stereotype – it’s good for some amusement for the rest of us. The only thing he’s missing is a cigarette and maybe a twiddly moustache, but 10 out of 10 for effort.
The Manor flag sported by his largely obscured friend is a nice touch too. Well done to you if you spot him – I pretty much missed the guy completely. FYI it was a couple of onions that gave him away!
One Man Rebellion
Maybe he’s a Senna fan? Perhaps he missed the memo from his friends about being Knights? Or maybe he just wanted to get involved in the moment.
You can almost hear the noise he’s making just from his facial expression – that ‘wheeeyyyy’ sort of noise that has become synonymous with lads everywhere. This guy supports Rebellion and he’s going to do it in the manliest way he knows how. Go on my son.
‘I don’t know what’s going on but it looks hilarious’
I imagine myself having this face a lot.
That look when you see something utterly daft and you can’t help but smile (a smile mixed with a little bit of wtf, but a smile nonetheless.) And who wouldn’t chuckle at the scene occurring on this man’s right? A bunch of men dressed as knights posing with an incredibly smiley man in a onesie? It’s certainly enough to make me giggle.
Let’s take a step back…
For me, this image captures some of the many things about Le Mans that I love. The willingness of the stars to grant their fans wishes. The range of people brought together by a common passion. And just how silly it can all get. Nobody takes themselves too seriously – in the paddock or out of it.
If you’ve not made the journey to Le Mans (that’s also a good film by the way), do it. Seriously. Not only will you be treated to some spectacular racing, but you’ll become part of one of the best families out there. For the whole week, the area becomes a hub of happy, like-minded people – it’s like one big party. A party where you can meet your heroes and get up close to some of the most impressive machines in the racing world. Yeah, it’s pretty damn special.
Get yourself out there, and you’ll probably find yourself wearing a smile as big as Bruno’s.
Phew, that was tougher than I thought!
Thanks again to Spacesuit Media and Shiv for letting me use the image, to MotorsTV for sharing the LeBron James photo post and thanks to Shea Serrano for the original inspiration and format for this post! 
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