#insp by me seeing like five posts about her today

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having the same name as a vaguely popular game character is strangely trippy sometimes

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passion in your eyes, fred x reader

GUESS WHO THE F IS BACK?! THAT’S RIGHT, MOTHAF--

no but seriously. we’re going to try this again. i have a bunch of unanswered requests in my inbox from, like, two years ago and that is not cool. i just feel so awful and i’ve had no inspiration to write about the twinnies. but i want too and need too, especially after reading all my old ones the last two days (lmao WHAT A GEEK)

request: from @fragcc: What about the #9 and #4 with Fred?

prompt: “why...why are you looking at me like that?”

warnings: lmao that’s hilarious, the fluffmeister is back (who TF AM I????)

   “Why does she always, always, always need to ruin absolutely everything? Can someone just set off a dung bomb in her office and perhaps she’ll leave the castle forever?”

   George laughed before saying, “If only. How long d’you reckon before something here actually does make her go?”

   I glanced back at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and sighed. Umbridge was tidying up her desk and fixing the obnoxious, bright pink photograph of a kitten that had been meowing so loud during class that she was forced to put it away.

   “I hope something pisses her off enough that she bids us farewell today,”

   The Gryffindor common room fire was roaring with flames and the familiarity of the armchair I sunk into was enough to warm me up straight away after that torturous class. It was buzzing with other students - some doing their classwork, others discussing ways of angering Professor Umbridge, but mostly, the majority of the Gryffindor house was relaxing on this cold, snowy day.

   “I’ve GOT it!” someone announced very loudly as they entered the common room. I turned my head towards the left to see Fred Weasley strolling inside with his chest puffed out and a large smirk across his face. “George, Y/N, I have absolutely got it.”

   “Got what?” asked his twin.

   “A way to get Umbridge to leave Hogwarts indefinitely!” Fred said. But by the look in his eyes, I knew he was messing with us.

   “Oh, you do not, you tosspot,” I said as I punched him in the arm. “If you had, George would’ve known about it - the two of you come up with everything together.”

   George nodded and said, “She’s got you there, Freddie.”

   Fred sighed and sat down beside me. “Fine, okay, I don’t have it...but George and I certainly have the start of something in the works...” he massaged his hands together and his cheeky grin spread back across his face.

   “And what, may I ask, is in the works?” I asked the twins.

   Fred, George, and I hadn’t met right when we began at Hogwarts. It was about halfway through our first year, out in the court yard, when I had sent the tickling charm, Rictusempra, upon a Ravenclaw student who was doing his very best to get Fred and George in trouble for their minor pranks. They stared at me in awe, and we’d been inseparable ever since.

   Fred raised his eyebrows at me now, and clapped his twin on the back. “How about a little game of Quidditch first? George, would you round up the troops?”

   “Sorry, Freddie,” George started, “I’ve got tons to finish for Professor Flitwick. Remember, last week, when you told me to keep working on our inventions, and that I could do my assignment later that evening?” Fred nodded slowly and George continued, “And remember when I fell asleep on top of my parchment at three o’clock in the morning and you didn’t wake me? Yeah, thought so,” he sounded annoyed, but I saw him wink and laugh.

   “’Kay, fine, you’re out, George,” I said as I stood up from the comfortable arm chair. “How about just a little one on one, Freddie? Reckon I could absolutely destroy you,”

   “Yeah?” Fred said, a twinkle in his eye. He ran his hands through his red hair, now askew, and said, “Guess we’ll have to see about that.”

   I raised my eyebrows at him and headed for the girls dormitory to grab my robes and broom. “Meet me on the pitch in ten, Weasley.”

   About twelve minutes later, I hovered slightly above the grassy pitch and listened to the very silent atmosphere as the snow continued to fall. It was coming down a bit heavier now, but there was nothing I loved more than Quidditch in the snow. Plus, the feast and warmth in the great hall would seem so much more inviting after I whipped Weasley into shape.

   “Is that supposed to intimidate me?” I heard suddenly. I eventually saw Fred’s 6′3 frame come into focus. “You just waiting above the ground like that?”

   “You should actually already be intimidated,” I shot back. “How long have we been friends?”

   Fred hopped up onto his broomstick and met me in the air with high five. “I dunno, what...six years now? Six years, and you have yet to ‘destroy’ me in Quidditch.” He laughed. The tip of his nose was turning red.

   “Maybe I’ve just been hiding my true talent from you!” I shot up higher into the air. “Let’s go, then, Weasley!”

   I flew my way over to the goal posts, ready to handle whatever Fred was going to throw at me. He smirked and kept throwing the quaffle a few feet into the air and catching it, like it was supposed to scare me. But I held my ground and hovered in front of my goal, determined to not let anything through.

   I could tell Fred was going easy. “What are these sissy throws?” I kept asking him as I blocked everything that came my way. “This is way too easy for me, you loon.”

   I spun, I twisted - I did every strange move I could think of to at least make it look like a challenge. Finally, Fred said, “Okay, okay - I won’t take it easy on you then. I’ll give you my absolute best shot. I am a beater, you know, so I have even more strength in my arms than the chasers do.”

   I rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, yeah - just throw it.”

   Fred backed up - it was the farthest he’d been from the goal post all evening. The snow was coming down the heaviest it had been all day. I could barely see to begin with, and large snowflakes kept falling on top of my eyelashes. Fred was getting tinier and tinier as he backed up. “You ready?” he called.

   I yelled yes, but I don’t think he heard me. He hesitated, and then the quaffle came soaring at me. Okay, so, maybe he was giving me his best shot. Within what felt like miliseconds, the quaffle was almost at me when I back flipped in the air and hit the tail end of the ball with the edge of my broomstick. It shot up and went zooming high into the sky. I started to laugh and made my way back over to Fred.

   We met in the middle of the pitch. Still laughing, I said, “So how about that, Weasley? You have nothing on me. Told you I’d destroy you,”

   But Fred’s eyes were twinkling in a passionate, surprised sort of way. He pushed his damp red hair back and grinned at me. He didn’t talk and neither did I - he just stared at me, almost with some sort of...admiration.

   He and I were still hovering high above the ground when the quaffle came flying through the air back down to us. I caught it in one hand while I balanced on my broomstick with the other. Fred was nothing short of impressed, I could tell.

   I smiled back at him and asked him, “What?” It was almost as if he were in a trance, because it looked as though a surge of electricity made it’s way throughout his body when he shook slightly. “Why...why are you looking at me like that?”

   With the twinkle still in his eye, Fred cleared his throat and said, “Um, nothing, you’re just - wow, you really did destroy me there, Y/N.”

   I flipped my hair behind my ear. “Well thanks, Weasley.”

   And suddenly, he reached forward and moved my snow covered bangs out of my eyes. We both sat on our brooms in silence. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. Eventually, Fred spoke for me.

   “So your turn, then?” he asked. “I’ll admit though, I’m not as good a keeper as I am a beater, so you may win this one, too.” I smiled and bit my lip, throwing the quaffle up and catching it in my hands. What happened to ‘you have yet to destroy me’? Fred hovered in front of the goal post and swerved slightly before winking at me and saying, “Give me all you got, Y/N.”

omg HEY i hope this was cute?? it’s been a HELLA LONG WHILE since i’ve written one of these but the insp finally came to me !! OKAY SEND REQUESTS Y’ALL. i promise i’m going to try and keep writing!

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The Daily Thistle

The Daily Thistle – News From Scotland

Tuesday 5th June 2018

"Madainn Mhath” …Fellow Scot, I hope the day brings joy to you…. Taking Sandra to Malaga as usual this morning, as I have explained before most of the trip in done along the ocean and then we rise up into the mountain and we overlook Malaga and the bay, with the sun rising at this time of the year it’s spectacular and certainly makes the journey memorable.. but before the drive to Malaga happens I have to walk Bella and drink coffee, post some ready writain stories, make a meal for the wife to take, drink more coffee, shower, make breakfast and feed Bella….

POLICE SEIZE COCAINE WORTH £110,000 IN ALNESS…. Police have seized cocaine with an estimated street value of £110,000 in a Highland town. The drugs were recovered in Alness on Saturday 2 June as part of an ongoing operation. A 26-year-old man has been charged in connection with alleged drugs offences. Det Insp William Nimmo from Police Scotland's Organised Crime Unit described it as "a significant recovery that has removed harmful drugs from our local communities". He said: "We will continue to take action against the supply of illegal drugs and would encourage anyone with information to contact us." The man is expected to appear at Inverness Sheriff Court on Monday.

MAN ADMITS GLASGOW PAINTBALL SHOOTINGS…. A man has admitted a series of paintball shootings including an attack on a mother as she walked the West Highland Way with her children. Anthony Rasmussen, 24, shot 47-year-old Miriam Bell during the spree between Glasgow and Carbeth in June 2017. Mrs Bell, who was hit on the hip, thought she was shot at with an air rifle as Rasmussen fired six shots from the Audi car he was in. He also fired pellets at five other people, including a 59-year-old woman. Rasmussen, from Clydebank, injured Elizabeth Hayes who was walking the same route and shot her twice in the rib cage, on the elbow and the side of her face. He also fired paint pellets at Daniel Malone, 21, in Knightswood, as well as Richard Wood, 63, and Scott Wilkie, 18, in Bearsden. Mary Summers, 58, was also shot at in Clydebank. Father-of-two Rasmussen pled guilty at Glasgow Sheriff Court to seven charges, including shooting Mrs Hayes to her injury. Sentence was deferred for reports. Mrs Summers, said she was on Duntocher Road, Clydebank, with her brother when she heard three loud bangs. Procurator fiscal depute Lucy Adams said: "On the third bang, Mrs Summers felt a pain on the right side of her head in her hairline. "She put her hand up to her head where she felt a cold liquid which she initially thought was blood, but then observed it to be yellow paint." Later, another victim, Mrs Hayes, noticed a car coming in her direction before being struck, causing her significant pain. She later described seeing "the barrel of a gun" before being shot for a final time. Shortly after this, Mrs Bell was walking behind her husband on same route, with two of their three children when the Audi slowed down beside them. She noticed the passenger window was open and as it passed her. Rasmussen pointed what she thought was an air rifle in the direction of her and her children. Ms Adams added: "The vehicle then stopped and this male fired the gun approximately six times at them, one shot successfully struck Mrs Bell on her left hip." She screamed which alerted her husband and he noted the registration of the car, and contacted the police before Rasmussen was arrested.

BUS CRASHES IN BUSY EDINBURGH STREET…. Passengers have escaped injury after a bus in Edinburgh left the road and crashed into a restaurant. The accident took place on Forrest Road at about 22:00 on Friday. The bus driver was treated at the scene. Police Scotland tweeted shortly after the crash: "Officers are currently dealing with a road accident involving a bus on Forrest Road. "The driver is being treated for injuries, nobody else has been hurt in this incident."

SCOT BORN PREMATURE WINS PRO-AMERICAN FOOTBALL CONTRACT IN US….  A Scot born six weeks premature with a debilitating condition has fulfilled a dream of becoming a professional American Football player. Cameron Craig struggled as a child to catch or kick a ball, but at the age of 22 he has been offered a contract to play in the US. He will start a training camp with the Las Vegas Cobras in January 2019. He believes he is one of the first UK players to go pro in the US without going through the high school system. Cameron knew nothing about the sport when he started his business degree at the University of Southampton four years ago. He thought he was going to play rugby when the university gridiron team caught him at a freshers' fair. Cameron told the BBC Scotland news website: "I didn't know anything about the sport. I was adamant I wanted to be playing rugby because that's what I played at school. Some guys in American Football equipment, helmets and stuff, they handed me a flyer and invited me to a taster session. "As soon as I tried on the pads and helmet I fell in love with the sport." Cameron played for the Southampton Stags and helped them to success last season when the team moved up to Division 1 in the BUCS league. He also played with teams in Sheffield and London and was invited to a players' academy training camp with the NFL's Jacksonville Jaguars in London in 2016. Not bad for a boy who, according to his dad Scott, "bumped into walls and broke things" as a child.

PINNEYS OF SCOTLAND STAFF IN ANNAN 'DEVASTATED' BY CLOSURE…. A union leader has said staff at the Pinneys of Scotland plant in Annan are "devastated" by the decision to confirm its closure. Young's Seafood made the announcement on Thursday saying there was no "viable alternative" to shutting the factory. Unite Scotland industrial officer Andy MacFarlane said the union was "extremely disappointed". He said moves to transfer production to Grimsby had made the consultation a "sham" and a "hollow process". Parent company Young's confirmed this week that the site would close by the end of the year with the loss of hundreds of jobs. It said it would continue to meet staff for talks to discuss "ongoing items", including redeployment opportunities. However, Mr MacFarlane said that although the closure confirmation had not been a surprise it was still a blow to staff. "The workforce is devastated," he said. "Whole families and communities will be affected by this decision. "If there are any interested parties then we would encourage them to come forward immediately with concrete proposals."

On that note I will say that I hope you have enjoyed the news from Scotland today,

Our look at Scotland today is of an old fishing boat resting on the shores of the Isle of Kerrera taken by Harshad Joshi.

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Tuesday 5th June 2018 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

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